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

Upon seeing this, Frillie paused slightly and took a small step back.

Ronan nodded: "I'll do it, let's not waste any more time."

After saying that, before anyone could react, he strode forward, ready to smash the treasure chest with a single punch.

While walking, he also took the opportunity to improve and modify some of his luck attributes.

As for why it wasn't pushed to its limit, the reason is naturally because a creator goddess exists in this world.

If you reveal anything related to God, and He takes notice, you, as an outsider, will inevitably have your account banned.

Caution is the boat.

And so, with a single punch, the treasure chest exploded with a "boom," sending splinters flying everywhere.

However, it did not dissipate ashes.

Clearly, this is a real treasure chest.

Chapter 31, Section 32: The Demon Appears, Pea Shooter

It was clear that the attribute modification had a real effect, Ronan nodded slightly.

He took a few steps forward, and what came into view was an ancient magic book, with some gold and silver treasures placed beneath it…

Ronan completely ignored the gold and silver treasures; he bent down to pick up the spellbook and glanced at it subconsciously.

at once.

The joy in his eyes gradually faded, simply because the characters were too distorted, even more abstract than oracle bone script, and he didn't recognize them at all.

Gan.

At that moment, Celia stepped out from behind.

Her gaze first swept over the stiff expression on Ronan's face, then glanced at the book in his hand, and her eyebrows lifted slightly.

In that instant, I understood everything.

"hehe."

Celia laughed, gloating.

"As expected, you humans are at a loss when you encounter things from the mythological era."

"It's just some ancient script. Do you want me to translate it for you?"

"If you want it, beg me."

With her hands on her hips and a seductive tone, she tried to regain control.

Ronan listened with a sense of helplessness.

For a spirit thousands of years old to be so naive is quite a stretch. It's just some writing; we can always learn it slowly once we get out of here.

Anyway, the book is in my hands, so what if it grows wings and flies away?

Thinking of this, Ronan sighed, put the book away, and casually said:

"What kind of person do you take me for? It's just a matter of time, I can wait."

After saying that, he walked over to Frillie, seemingly ignoring Celie.

Celia snorted coldly in dissatisfaction once again.

Why is this guy so stubborn?

How annoying.

But for the sake of everything within the ruins, let's bear with it for now.

Rejoining the group, the three continued their journey.

At this time.

Deep within the ruins.

Many of the dormant monsters sensed the approaching intruders and awoke one after another.

Then, either by moving their roots or their claws, they rush toward them with a deep-seated, instinctive desire to prey on them.

……

"Humans..."

Besides ordinary monsters, the demons deep within the ruins also keenly sensed the presence of Celie and Ronan.

The demon's face was extremely grim because the two of them had killed too many demons.

That's outrageous.

Although it has been sealed here, it is not something that just anyone can provoke.

Their route was clear; they were obviously coming for me…

How many years have passed?

Those humans who were once so weak and insignificant, like ants, have now become so arrogant...

Although they could be elves or dwarves, whoever they are, they must be killed for their own safety.

In another two hundred years or so, it will be able to break through the seal and regain its freedom. It must not be disturbed at this crucial moment!

Thinking about this...

The demon opened its huge mouth and swallowed a nearby sleeping monster. When it emerged from its mouth, the monster had changed its appearance drastically.

His appearance is hard to describe, but if Ronan were here, he could just call him by name.

Because it looks very much like a Peashooter, except it has no eyes and its whole body is covered in plant hairs, it is five meters tall, about the same height as a tightly closed stone door.

As it regained consciousness, the Peashooter swayed its thick stem and walked forward step by step.

It was prepared to stand guard on the path that Ronan and Celia would inevitably take, as the devil had commanded.

Transformed by the devil.

The Peashooter knew that it could now fire a magic cannon, powerful enough to shatter a small mountain.

Logically speaking, if you use it as a goalkeeper, no one can get in.

Back then, the demons used these kinds of monsters to conquer one city after another in the Pure Land Dynasty.

But the demon was still not satisfied, so it modified a few more monsters.

Resembling rocks and extremely dense, the "Wall of Nuts" can crush enemies by rolling.

Resembling stones or bricks, these are actually "potato mines" that possess the magic of explosion.

The clover can generate strong winds that can blow away any living thing.

There is also an "Ice Archer" who can unleash ice magic.

As these monsters appeared one after another, the demon finally felt a little relieved.

It takes into account everything, from offense and defense to even traps.

If its strength hadn't been incompletely restored, it could have even recreated its former army.

However, given the current troop strength, it is sufficient.

With a sigh of relief, the demon gave the order:

"Go and take action. Hide in your respective positions."

"When encountering intruders, there is no need to hold back."

The monsters responded in unison, and then disappeared one after another into the darkness deep within the ruins.

……

……

"Hey, have you noticed there are more and more monsters?"

Not long after, Ronan looked at the corpses that had turned to ash all over the ground and suddenly felt that these monsters were endless.

It's just like an RPG game; monsters disappear automatically when they die. The only difference is that there are no materials to collect here.

Celia glanced casually at Ronan and asked:

"Is there?"

She didn't feel anything anyway; she could wipe out any number of monsters with a single shot.

Later on, monsters were no longer counted individually, but in piles. A pile or two might have a dozen or so more or fewer monsters, but there was no difference.

Ronan was speechless when he saw her nonchalant attitude.

How slow-witted! If nothing unexpected happens, the demon is nearby, otherwise there's no reason for him to be so crazy.

Just as she was about to explain these things, Celia suddenly said:

"No matter how many there are, once they are all killed, everything will be over."

"I know what you mean, but so what?"

"Sending out soldiers while hiding in the rear and reaping the benefits is a sign of cowardice and incompetence."

With that, Celia unleashed another magic cannon attack.

With a surge of magical power, the twenty monsters in front of them instantly turned to ashes.

She rushed forward without saying a word.

Followed by.

pat.

On the damp ground, she seemed to step on something, making a slight sound.

In just a moment, even without looking down, she sensed something was wrong and thought to herself, "This is bad."

Before she could think it through, the light exploded, and a high temperature instantly appeared, as if the surrounding air had been ignited.

She instinctively used defensive magic, intending to withstand the sudden explosion with her own body.