Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

Everything that needed to be done has been done, and at present there is absolutely no possibility of any unexpected events.

All that's missing is the scene where the books are stolen by the canary, then Ronan appears, and the two sides confront each other.

It wanted to seize this opportunity to devour all the desires of Heathl, Mislen, and even the rest of the Canary Squad.

Anyone can be the master of a labyrinth as long as they harbor desires.

……

Outside the seventh floor, Ronan's brow suddenly furrowed.

The reason was that the canary squad following behind suddenly disappeared.

"Has it been given up, or...?"

He glanced at it sideways, unsure, but didn't pay much attention.

Thinking about it carefully, giving up is also reasonable; the Eastern Dragon is a creature that no human can defeat.

It can control wind and rain, and lightning. The speed of a lightning strike is one ten-thousandth of a second, and even teleportation magic cannot avoid it.

"Giving up is fine too. The monthly salary is so low, why bother working so hard?"

"I wonder what good things will be on the seventh floor."

Ronan gathered his thoughts, putting the Canary Squad out of his mind, and quickly arrived at the seventh floor.

Unlike the chaotic weather on the sixth floor, the seventh floor is a rocky city with an abyss in the middle and cliffs on both sides, with a spiral staircase leading all the way down.

There are also quite a few rooms on both sides.

It was unusually bright despite the lack of sunlight, and the source of the light was unknown.

Ronan used his X-ray vision and telescopic vision to glance into the abyss, where some bipedal dragons were living.

It's probably a guard or something similar.

Milsilr glanced around and explained as appropriate:

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the ruins of an underground city built by ancient dwarves."

"Like the original passage on the sixth floor, because it has been without light for so long, the monsters that live there are all types that live in the dark and are good at mental attacks."

"The succubus is among them."

She said this not only to Ronan, but also to Mislen.

Unfortunately, by this time Mislen had already entered the Golden Land, isolated from the outside world, and could no longer receive her messages.

Ronan nodded. A psychological attack, not bad; he knows he and Celia are immune.

He shrunk the Azure Dragon and coiled it around his wrist so he could enter the room more easily.

Upon entering the room, just as Milciril had predicted, a monster suddenly appeared.

It was a black horse.

The horse, with its head down and two horns, was quietly grazing on the stones on the ground.

"This is…"

“It’s a two-horned beast!” Leos exclaimed first.

Upon hearing the sound, the two-horned beast hesitated for a moment, then walked towards them step by step.

Leos broke out in a cold sweat and quickly took a few steps back:

"I've heard they're incredibly ferocious monsters, the opposite of the pure and innocent unicorns. Why would I encounter them here?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes. Ferocious? And the flesh?

Horse meat... probably doesn't taste good.

While he was thinking, the two-horned beast had already walked up to Ronan.

It didn't seem afraid of the blue dragon coiled on Ronan's wrist, and even rubbed against it affectionately, looking obedient as if it was willing to submit as soon as it saw it.

"this…"

Leios was shocked.

Milsilr, who was standing nearby, was also somewhat surprised by the situation.

She picked up where Leos left off, adding:

"Indeed, I've heard that unicorns prefer virtuous and pure young girls, while two-horned beasts prefer depraved and unjust adult men."

"Senior, you..."

She wanted to say, "Has my senior really fallen? I didn't realize that. Wait, what if he's had contact with demons?"

In an instant, she understood and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Celia snorted coldly:

"What are you thinking? Depravity and injustice, you really know how to make things up. Which of these two things can he be associated with?"

"At most, it just means it has more food. If that's considered depravity, Leos Tudin, why hasn't it set its sights on you?"

"Your ideas are even crazier than Ronan's."

Indeed, he only thought about it, while Ronan actually did it.

However, it was still just a thought; he would never dare to contradict his senior.

At this moment, Celia also understood why the two-horned beast was so docile.

Aside from appetite, it can only be that aspect.

"Is it because of Vlame? The monsters here are really something, they can even make judgments about this kind of thing."

Celia shook her head, not thinking there was anything wrong with it, simply assuming that this world was too conservative.

Ronan wasn't idle either. Although the unicorn had submitted, he didn't need something that represented evil.

The Azure Dragon transformed, bit off its head, and then prepared for a picnic.

At the same time, the idea of ​​finding a unicorn for Celie to ride on also arose in his mind.

No... we need a few, but we can't forget the others.

Chapter 160, On the Eve of the Decisive Battle, the Succubus Appears

After a while, a campfire rose in the dim light, carrying a unique sense of ease.

In front of me is a cooked two-horned beast, topped with a layer of onions for added flavor.

Ronan used his dagger to pick it up, took a bite, frowned, and shook his head.

"Not very good."

It's rough and has a fishy smell; I really can't have too much hope for it.

A horse is a horse; its taste is incomparable to those edible monsters.

Celia also took a bite, and similarly frowned slightly.

She rinsed her mouth and then took a piece of Leviathan meat.

As a dragon whale, its flesh was crystal clear and melted in her mouth, which caught her eye, and she couldn't help but nod slightly:

"This is good, very fresh, that boy Vlamé will like it."

"Legendary creatures taste extraordinary; it would be even better if there were more varieties."

Unlikely.

The berserker mages should have already witnessed how easily they defeated the two monsters.

Unless he has truly gone completely insane, he won't easily send people to their deaths again.

Fortunately, summoning creatures can be done without the power of demons.

Ronan pondered for a moment, then retrieved several pieces of animal flesh from the warp, turned to Hissworth and Milciel, and asked:

"Gentlemen, if I remember correctly, ancient summoning magic could summon creatures at will, right?"

"All that is needed is an equal amount of flesh and blood as a sacrifice."

"So, does anyone know how to summon a unicorn?"

"And how do you summon the other legendary creatures?"

"A unicorn?" Hisshuis and Milsilr were both taken aback, then exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

Heath hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously:

"May I ask, sir, do you intend to present this as a gift to Miss Celia?"

"Personally, I don't think it's necessary to go to such lengths."

“Ancient summoning magic is usually not very stable. Even if you can use it skillfully, you can’t tell what kind of creature you will summon next.”

"The reason why the berserk mage can summon at will is because he is the master of this place and can draw power from other dimensions at any time."

"But you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ronan interrupted, "What's wrong with me?"

Do you believe my strength is inferior to his?

"Of course not, it's just... never mind, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Seemingly knowing she couldn't persuade Ronan, Sisley could only open her mouth, sigh, and then say...

"I don't know the magic to summon unicorns, but I do know a little magic to summon other creatures."

"After all, I was imprisoned because I used ancient magic."

As she spoke, she gathered her thoughts and slowly recounted the relevant magic.

Upon learning that using the flesh and blood of the same species would increase the success rate of summoning a particular creature, Ronan suddenly turned his gaze to the bicorn.

"Did you get it without any effort?"

Before Ronan could express his opinion, Heathwhistle continued: