Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Is it possible!?

Lord suddenly guessed a possibility.

Chapter 217: Mobile Disaster

Why does that demon king have such a terrifying dark power in his body?

Why does that power seem so familiar to me?

Could it be that the power within the other party is the result of the fusion of the corrosive divine power from the Land of God's Fall?

Once the thought arises, the possibility becomes stronger.

This means that the threat level of that demon king has reached an unprecedented level.

"Old woman, how many of these stones do you have left?"

Although in terms of actual age, he was more than old enough to be the ancestor of the stall owner in front of him, but Lord still asked in a gentle tone.

Seeing Lord seeming interested, the old woman's eyes lit up. "Not much, just this small box. I collected them all from those reckless young adventurers. They've been active in the West for years and are very daring."

I heard that this time they ventured to a place about ten miles outside the Land of the Fallen Gods, and found that the black fog in the center had dissipated a lot, and the ground was full of broken stones, as well as many corpses of monsters that had been eroded into strange shapes.

They picked up some stones and bone fragments, but the bone fragments were sold at a high price, and no one wanted the stones.

"Are they in the city now?" Lord asked.

"Right? They usually stay in the hotel for quite a while." The old woman thought for a moment and added, "But young man, I advise you not to ask. That's where the God Slayer and the gods had their final battle. It's a forbidden zone for life.

Only those adventurers are lucky, otherwise just being close to it would drive people crazy."

"Thank you," Lord said with a smile, placing a gem on the stall. It was enough to buy the materials in Celie's hand and the small box of black stone. "We want all of these."

After leaving the stall, the atmosphere between the two men became noticeably heavier.

"What did you think of?" Celie asked coldly.

From Lord's series of questions and his action of buying these stones, she guessed that he must have thought of something.

"Do you remember I told you that the demon king had a familiar aura and that he had a strong contaminated magic power?"

Celia nodded, "Well, that's why you didn't choose to kill him."

"I suspect that the contaminated magic within the other party is the corrosive divine power left by the goddess of reproduction in the Land of the Fallen Gods."

Celia: "."

Her breathing even stopped for a moment.

She had personally experienced how terrifying the power of the corrosive divine force there was.

Even Athos's barrier could not resist this power. How could anyone in this world be able to contain this power within himself?

"How is this possible?" Celia retorted subconsciously, "How did she do it?"

"I don't know." Lord shook his head.

"Is it possible that we used Shulahat's method?"

Celia refers to Shulahat's magic that allows a person's body to temporarily carry the power of faith and strengthen itself.

This magic can even ignore the attribute conflict between the dark magic and the power of faith in the demon's body, allowing the demon to use it forcibly.

"It's different," Lord explained carefully. "The power of faith is a passive destructive force. As long as you don't try to use your body to carry it, it generally won't cause too much damage. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare use Elsword to carry this power."

Elsword is now placed in Lord and Celie's secluded cabin.

The main reason why it was not returned to the Kingdom of El was to guard against the mysterious Demon King.

Once the time comes when he has to kill the demon king, he must use the power of the three holy swords, Atos, Orger, and Elsword, at the same time to seal the polluting power in the opponent's body.

Even Lord has begun to consider looking for the legendary Sword of the Brave.

After all, that demon king has clearly affected the existence of the entire world.

Theoretically, the conditions for the other party to pull out should have been met.

But now, I should explain it clearly to Celie.

"The power of erosion is completely different. It is a proactive destructive force. Forget about using your body to bear it. Even the holy sword will be corroded and even destroyed."

"Then how did that guy do it?" Celie asked with a frown.

"..." Lord thought for a moment, "Unless she herself is the embodiment of these powers. No, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Miss Elf puffed out her lips.

She hated it most when the man stopped talking halfway.

"If she really did it, then she's probably almost completely integrated with the power of the God's Falling Land."

"Hmm." Lord didn't look up. "That's troublesome. That means she's now a true mobile disaster."

He weighed the wooden box in his hand, feeling the insignificant remains of corrosion. "These fragments are the residue left after divine power polluted the earth, like ashes after a fire."

"What do you think she'll do next?" Celia's eyes flashed fiercely. "Will she come for revenge?"

"I don't know." Lord shook his head and looked towards the west, which was the direction of the place where the gods fell.

"Then let's..." Celie looked at Lord.

"Let's wait and see." Lord's gaze swept across the market, finally settling in a certain direction of the city. "Go to the inn the stall owner mentioned and ask those adventurers what they saw."

Celie nodded in approval of Lord's approach.

North of the continent.

In stark contrast to the bustling magic city, this place is filled with the tranquility of a primeval forest, and even life is a little scarcer.

An elf village is peacefully located in the forest. This village has existed here for thousands of years and has always lived a peaceful life.

However, at this moment, this tranquility was completely torn apart.

The demonic flames fell on the village like a meteorite, instantly igniting several tree houses.

In an instant, thick smoke billowed and flames shot into the sky.

The defensive magic that the elves hastily put together was crumbling under the successive attacks, as if it would break at any time.

In an open space not far from the village, a tall figure stood there, quietly watching his men attack the village.

Balzac, the most bloodthirsty general in the Demon King's army.

The body covered in pitch-black armor exuded a sickening bloody odor.

He grinned grimly, and every time he cast a spell, he could easily break the elves' defensive magic. Some elves who didn't have time to cast defensive magic were directly blown away and their lives were unknown.

"Weak! Too weak!" Balzat's voice was filled with disdain. "The so-called legendary race that is best at magic? So vulnerable!"

He glanced at the elf with long white hair who was slumped under a tree not far away.

"You are so powerful that you actually forced me to use up the Demon King's blessing! But that's all. Now, just watch as I destroy this village!"

He opened his mouth and took a deep breath. The surrounding magic power gathered in his mouth, forming an increasingly compressed dark purple energy ball.

Apparently this was some kind of magical innate talent of his.

Chapter 218: The Battle of Volame

This force is enough to raze an entire village to the ground.

The elves present were horrified and tried their best to cast defensive magic, but despair still surged in their hearts.

The most powerful magician in this village has been defeated. Most of the people present at this moment are ordinary elves and minors. They are simply unable to withstand the attack of this demon.

Just as the destructive attack was about to erupt—

boom!

A thick, blazing white beam of light descended from the sky without warning and struck Balzac with incredible precision.

Although Balzac noticed the attack immediately, he was still blown away by the violent shock wave and only came to a stop after crashing into several thick trees.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared on the battlefield.

It was Ella.

The attack just now was naturally launched by her. After knocking Balzac away, she immediately set her sights on the demons who were attacking the ordinary elves.

She moved quickly, and each beam of light accurately hit the demons, turning the situation on the battlefield around in just a few seconds.

"Don't panic!" Ella's cold voice rang out in the chaotic battlefield, like a stabilizing force, instantly stabilizing the elves' morale that was on the verge of collapse.

Under her leadership, the surviving elven warriors began to launch an organized counterattack and cover the villagers' retreat.

"Damn it! What the hell are those guys in charge of reconnaissance doing!?" Balzat struggled to get up. His armor was covered with charred marks, but it did not cause any major damage to him.

He stared at Ella, the murderous intent in his eyes undisguised. "You alone think you can stop me?"

Although he didn't know where this elf magician came from, Balzac didn't care!

As long as this elf is killed here, Lord Mahat's plan can still be carried out.

He roared, stomped his feet on the ground, and rushed towards Ella.

It turns out that Balzac is not only a magician, but also a warrior who is good at melee attacks.

When dealing with Ella, who seemed to be a professional magician, he chose to close the distance without hesitation.

If he got close to him, he would have a hundred ways to kill this weak elf! A hundred ways!

However, just as he was about to rush in front of Ella, a figure stood in the way faster than him.

Volame!

She had landed on the ground without knowing when, standing right in front of Ella and Balzat's charging path.

She held the wand in her hand, and her face was no longer as timid as usual, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

The magical aura around her began to manifest, swirling around her like a cyclone.

"Your opponent is me."

Volame's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable power and was clearly heard by Balzac and Ella.