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

"Seria, do you think demons can create magic that allows for direct pregnancy, or even increases the chances of pregnancy?"

"Its ability is to make your wishes come true, right? Then..."

"Absolutely not."

Ronan was interrupted by Celia before he could finish speaking.

Although she knew this would benefit all the elves, it still felt a bit too much...

In short, I can't think of a better word to describe it, so I can only say:

"Reproduction is a matter of fate. We can try harder if necessary, but we must not use these crooked methods. I will never allow it."

"Don't forget, the power of demons has never been a good thing."

"Can you be sure that offspring conceived using this kind of magic will be completely free of problems?"

"..." Indeed, the reason why the divine power is not a concern is because it can be modified by Feng Lingyueying, which is part of the personal panel.

But offspring…

Ronan shook his head, ultimately giving up the idea, while pondering what exactly the point of trying.

Reproduction is ultimately a major life event, and even immortal beings must consider it, since they might lose this desire one day.

He doesn't want to wait until he's thousands of years old to start his career.

Chapter 162, The Death of Hisl, Wish Fulfilled, Divine Power Acquired

Time passed quickly, and Mislen was overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of the Winged Lion and was unable to fight back.

Although carrying a large amount of mandrake can restore magic power.

But digestion takes time, and the winged lion's summoning of monsters doesn't give him any time at all.

boom!

Mislen was forcefully thrown away by a snake monster. With her hands clasped in front of her chest and her back hunched, she barely managed to adjust her posture in mid-air.

Upon landing, he coughed twice, touched his ribs—one was broken—before staring intently at the winged lion, panting, his tone slightly cold:

"A troublesome fellow."

The winged lion raised the corners of its mouth, revealing a smile, its tone carrying a hint of longing for a long-awaited reunion:

"Thank you for the compliment. Protecting the master of the labyrinth is my duty, just as I did my best to protect you back then."

"Why must we kill each other, Mislen? Have you forgotten the warm days we spent together?"

Mentioning the Winged Lion would have been better; it brought back painful memories that flooded Mislen's mind.

Deep in his memory, the images of goats and lions constantly intertwined and overlapped.

He instinctively covered his head, his expression momentarily dazed, and even his movements hesitated for a moment.

The winged lion keenly seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and immediately ordered the basilisk to launch an attack.

but--

"Go away!"

Just as the Winged Lion was about to succeed, Mislen snapped back to reality and roared angrily.

He waved his hand to remove his cloak, cast a spell, and swung it forcefully at the basilisk.

scoff!

Without the sound of metal clashing, only the soft cloak brushing against flesh, the basilisk's upper body suddenly vanished.

The blood at the cut surface didn't even have time to splatter before it was all transferred elsewhere.

This is an alternative use of teleportation magic—teleporting molecules between objects.

Seeing this, the Winged Lion shook its head in regret, thinking to itself that this battle would probably last for several more minutes.

Fortunately, the maze was extremely spacious, and it would take Ronan some time to arrive; otherwise, this scene would have been difficult to continue.

Hissl called out anxiously from behind the winged lion:

"Winged Lion, hurry up and kill him!"

Never before had he been so restrained by a magician. If it weren't for the winged lion, he would probably be beheaded by now.

Hissl felt an unprecedented fear, but the winged lion remained unmoved.

It pointed to Patadru, who had kidnapped Yaad, not far away, its tone filled with deep helplessness:

“Heath, you should listen to what that little girl has to say.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to kill him, but that I can’t. If I kill him, Yaad will also die.”

"They were clearly prepared."

Because they knew that the rule attached to the maze was immortality, and immortality was just an ancient magic.

Therefore, when the canary's support arrived, they were given the method to dispel the ancient magic.

Hissl was taken aback upon hearing this, then gritted his teeth, realizing that this method was probably specially prepared to deal with him.

However, after entering the Golden Land and learning about his relationship with Yaad, it became a means of restraining him.

Damn it, what a coincidence! How did they even know about Golden Township?

The atmosphere was tense, then suddenly...

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the Fiery Dragon in the distance let out a roar, drawing everyone's attention.

Looking to the side, one could see Lysion transformed into a werewolf, sweeping past like the wind, leaping high into the air, and biting off the dragon's reverse scale in one bite.

This reverse scale was its only weakness. As soon as it disappeared, blood sprayed out like rain, and the Flame Dragon staggered to the ground and fainted.

"What!?"

Hissl's pupils contracted sharply, and then he clenched his fists, a deep anger welling up inside him.

At this moment, he no longer cared about Yaad's life or death, and loudly ordered:

"Kill him!"

He's just His Majesty's grandson. He's a traitor who colludes with the enemy. He's dead, so be it. The most important thing right now is not to let these guys lead us by the nose.

If they can achieve final victory, rebuilding a Ya'ad will be a piece of cake.

The winged lion nodded: "As you command."

Its efforts to stall for time were worthwhile, finally allowing Heath's emotions to reach their peak.

It stretched out its palm forward, and countless flying dragons leaped out of the space, roaring and engulfing Mislen.

From everyone's perspective, all they could see was Mithren reaching out to try and defend himself, only to be devoured by a group of dragons in the blink of an eye.

"team leader!"

Lysian lunged forward, trying to save him.

Patadru was stunned for a second upon seeing this, and for a moment he even forgot about the idea of ​​taking action.

She never expected things to develop in this way. Was the mad mage really insane?

Under normal circumstances, they should have attacked themselves first to rescue Yaad, right?

At that time, he could also take the opportunity to set up a barrier to seal off and sever his connection with the demon.

That will be the perfect opportunity to achieve a great victory.

But now…

"Hahaha! You deserve it! I promised His Majesty that I would protect this place after you broke into the Golden Kingdom!"

Heathl, carrying a staff, laughed wildly with a mocking expression on his face.

He recalled the scenes of his time with His Majesty, and then looked at Patadru's current hesitant expression.

I am convinced that this is all just a paper tiger.

"Hmph, I knew it. You didn't dare to take advantage of the opportunity when it was right in front of you. What a bunch of incompetent fools."

"Winged Lion, send them all on their way!"

Hissl's tone was resolute, his desire for revenge growing stronger within him.

He could already see the scene of the entire group of assassins being executed by him.

Finally, I can avenge His Majesty's father and protect His Majesty.

however--

"Um?!"

Just as Hisl was lost in his fantasy, the winged lion suddenly bit his shoulder.

This sudden action really startled him.

He instinctively wanted to resist, but found that the bite didn't hurt at all; it was just that something was constantly disappearing.

"What...what are you doing, Winged Lion?!" Hisl shouted in terror.

The winged lion did not answer, but instead savored the desire in Hisl's heart with rapt attention.

That protective instinct, brewing for millennia, that desire for revenge, coupled with the will to survive, the destructive urge to kill others, and the lust for retribution…

Ah, it's delicious!

The winged lion licked its lips, and in order to prevent Hissl from escaping, it also swallowed Hissl's inner resistance.

In an instant, Hissl's eyes lost their light.

The book fell from my hand.

"!"

This sudden change in the situation caused Patadru, who was not far away, to widen his eyes in astonishment.

Seemingly realizing something, she released Yaad, took a deep breath, and tried to pick up the books.