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

"There is a slight advantage, but overall I still have the upper hand. As long as my magic is infinite, the infinite world will ultimately find it difficult to invade this place."

"The only problem is desire."

At this point, he looked up at Celia.

"To this day, I still cannot believe that the devil could help me gain divine power."

Celia lowered her eyes slightly. Indeed, because the limit of a demon's power is wish fulfillment, which is far inferior to that of a god.

嗏

Thoughts raced through her mind. After settling the unicorns, Celia stepped forward. She gazed intently at them:

"There's no need to worry about these things. Didn't we prepare ourselves mentally a long time ago?"

"It's not a big deal if you can't fulfill your wish."

"Ultimately, our goal this time is simply to experience the customs and culture of another world."

"So far, the goal has been achieved and the gains have been substantial."

"I don't want to see you become a goddess, all indifferent and without desire."

Even so, Ronan still wanted to give it a try.

However, the possibility that becoming a god means being without desires is something we should definitely be aware of.

After thinking it over, she nodded, indicating that she would consider it. However, Celia thought to herself that Ronan probably hadn't listened to her completely.

I don't know where this obsession came from, even though I've stopped asking for it.

Compared to taking risks, after getting engaged, she longed for a peaceful life.

After all, the more people Ronan meets, the more female confidantes he has.

One or two is fine. But three or four, or even more, even if you say you don't care, there will definitely be some resentment in your heart.

She couldn't possibly be pregnant while seeing one woman after another appear, and a determination began to grow in Celia's heart.

Can't wait any longer.

Thinking this, Celia returned to her room, where several unicorns were whispering outside, seemingly discussing how to escape.

However, the next second they were enveloped by the magic emanating from Ronan, and suddenly fell silent again.

……

In the early hours of the morning, before the thin fog had dissipated, Mislen, who was resting with her eyes closed in the house, suddenly opened them.

His dark pupils gazed out the window.

In the deep darkness of night, danger lurks silently.

He stood up instantly.

Boom!

Just as his figure disappeared from the room, a crimson wave of fire smashed through the wooden window and engulfed the entire room.

The blast wave from the explosion blew the roof off, and sparks rained down all around.

The loud noise instantly attracted the attention of all the villagers in the vicinity, but no one dared to show themselves.

The reason is simple: the newcomer is a mad mage.

Mislen went to the other people's rooms and led them out of the house one by one.

Upon reaching the open space, he took out a mandrake, ate a bite to restore his magic, and then coldly looked at the guy riding a dragon in the sky.

—A dark-skinned elf dressed as a court clown.

"It's finally here."

Mislen murmured to herself, quickly devouring the mandrake, and her magic returned to its full power.

The others finally came to their senses.

Fear crossed Fridge's face, for there was another dragon before him.

Even though it is only a Flame Dragon and not an Eastern Dragon, it should not be underestimated.

"team leader…"

Just as he was about to express his worries, Mislen interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

He stared intently at the book in the frenzied mage's hand:

"No need to be nervous, believe in yourself."

"I'll deal with the berserk mage, you guys can handle the fire dragon, right?"

"Try to finish the battle as quickly as possible, and never wait for the seniors to appear."

Frey took a deep breath, wanting to say that there was a big problem, because the Flame Dragon was about twenty meters tall and was a true elite monster.

Although we've crossed paths before, that was when the squad was intact; now...

Bring your gaze back and focus.

There was no other way; the enemy was right in front of us, so we had to bite the bullet and go for it.

After saying that, Mislen disappeared from the spot.

Seeing this, Hissl sneered, but the next second, his expression suddenly froze.

The reason was that his right arm suddenly burst open with blood.

"you…"

Blood spurted out, flesh was replaced by cloth, his words choked in his throat, and a few veins popped out on his forehead.

"It missed."

Mislen's calm voice rang out from the front, and he switched positions with the air, kicking Hissl off the dragon with a side kick.

His movements were clean and efficient. Standing on the dragon's head, he said calmly, "It won't happen again next time."

He disappeared again after saying that, and Yanlong didn't even have time to get angry.

Hissl never expected that this elf would be so skilled in using teleportation magic.

His fighting skills were so formidable that he was struck hard in just one exchange, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He landed, rolled, and coughed a few times. Before he could get up, Mislen appeared in front of him and stepped on the book he was holding.

"Yes, I found it."

He bent down, trying to snatch it, but Hissl, enraged, shouted:

"Damn it, this is mine, Winged Lion, help me!"

If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have been so arrogant; he's never been good at close combat.

Inside the book, Winged Lion shakes his head, lamenting that Heathl is too naive.

The elves of today are not like those of a thousand years ago, but thankfully they have themselves.

Sensing the other party's strong will to survive and possessiveness, the winged lion's lips curled up, and it broke free from the book.

White wings transformed into protection, like an angel's embrace, tightly enveloping Hisl and the book.

While breaking free, it manipulated the monster to go to Ronan's side, intending to warn him from the side.

—Don't forget the main course.

……

While a great battle raged in the Golden City, Ronan did not rest, as he was being held tightly by Celia, making it difficult for him to even close his eyes.

Just as he was wondering if this change was due to Frilian's presence.

He suddenly sensed something unusual in the subspace.

When I opened it, the black book fell out and fluttered on the ground.

Ronan frowned, got up and opened the book.

A black panther appears.

As soon as it appeared, it reported a message—the Winged Lion had been unsealed.

Ronan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Where?"

Although the change in the situation was somewhat unexpected, it was not entirely unexpected given the escape of the berserker mage.

It's probably a desperate gamble.

How to deal with oneself?

Before Black Panther could answer, another commotion broke out outside.

Celia then regained consciousness, remained silent, and then listened as the final battle began.

A ghost flew in to tell Leos some information, but Ronan intercepted it.

"The Golden Land? Another dimension... He actually went there. No wonder he suddenly disappeared."

"Even now, they still want to maintain the image of Leos as king. What exactly does Winged Lion see in Leos's heart?"

"Never mind, it's none of my business."

With a wave of his hand, Ronan dismissed the ghosts and immediately set off with Celia.

Even though he knew it was a winged lion's conspiracy, he didn't take it to heart.

After all, when it comes to infinite versus infinite, the best outcome is a draw.

However, human desires are limited.

The Winged Lion was destined to lose from the start; the only difference was the manner of its defeat and the extent of its gains before the loss.

"Hopefully there will be some fun."

His voice faded into the wind, and then another thought popped into his mind.

Celia was pondering whether there were any other ways besides that method to help Ronan weaken his obsession.

Suddenly, she heard this sentence.