Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Ella gave a few instructions and then led the way.

Fulilian lay on Volame's back, forced to put her cheek against the back of Volame's neck. For some reason, the discomfort in her heart slowly subsided, and was replaced by an indescribable sense of security.

In the elf girl's emerald green eyes, beneath the dead numbness, something seemed to be quietly shattering.

The resistance still exists, but a more complex emotion begins to emerge.

She slowly closed her eyes and stopped thinking about the things that were bothering her.

Chapter 220 Walking Under the Stars

The noisy tavern was left far behind. It was late at night and even the wind was a little chilly. There were no pedestrians on the street, and only the occasional magical lights could briefly illuminate the direction.

Lord and Celie walked side by side, each in silence.

Celie held tightly in her hands the black gravel from the Land of God's Fall, her knuckles turning slightly white.

"The worst-case scenario is that she succeeded." Celia's voice was particularly clear in the quiet street.

Just now, the two of them got more information about the Land of God's Fall from those adventurers.

"I'm afraid that restricted area has completely merged with her."

Celia even imagined Annaliese standing there.

Above the desolate wasteland that had just faded from darkness, the entire body exuded the same corrosive aura.

Lord did not answer immediately.

From the incoherent descriptions of those adventurers, he still pieced together some truth.

The black fog in the Land of God's Fall has dissipated to an almost invisible point, and the Demon King was born from it, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why the other party's power contains corrosive divine power.

Moreover, the other party was born a very long time ago, and may even have appeared after the decisive battle a thousand years ago.

The only thing that bothers Lord now is what the other party's birth object is?

The remaining power of the Goddess of Fertility is definitely not enough to create another demon king.

Eric had gone through a long period of erosion to distort the other party's mind, thus becoming the first demon king in history.

If the corrosive divine power does not have a carrier, it is destined to not cause any trouble.

Could it be that during the final battle, other lives had accidentally entered the Land of the Fallen Gods? Perhaps they even happened to be able to carry the power of the Goddess of Fertility?

This speculation is too outrageous, but it seems to be the only possibility.

"Yeah." Lord finally responded. His voice didn't reveal much thought, but Celie could sense the emotions surging beneath his calm exterior.

"This is troublesome. I'm afraid her power has reached a whole new dimension."

"Dimension?" Celie paused and turned to look at Lord, her golden eyes flashing with obvious dissatisfaction. "We've even killed true gods before, so why should we be afraid of a being born from their residual power?"

She weighed the gravel in her hand. "What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried about not having enough power." Lord also stopped, turned around, and said frankly: "The demon king's body is full of chaos. She has merged with the polluting instincts of the gods, and after thousands of years of fermentation, she is extremely unstable."

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched one of the gravel with his fingertips, feeling the faint remaining power.

It was an aura of pure desire for destruction, the same source as the power within Annaliese.

"Unstable?" Celie caught this key word and frowned slightly.

"Forcibly integrating such a huge power is by no means easy." Lord withdrew his hand. "She needs time to adapt to and tame this power. During this time, she may lose control at any time."

He looked at Celia with a complicated look in his eyes. "This is what I'm most worried about. If she completely loses control, I'm worried that we won't be able to completely seal her with our current strength and means."

Celie remained silent.

Lord's analysis did make her understand the other party's concerns at the moment.

"So, what should we do?" she asked bluntly. "Continue looking for more clues? Or go find her?"

When she mentioned the latter, the aura around her instantly became fierce.

Lord did not answer directly.

His gaze passed Celiai and looked into the distance.

"Elsword, Org, Athos..." Lord muttered the names of the three holy swords, as if confirming some kind of trump card. "Add to that the legendary Sword of the Brave... Theoretically, the combined power of the four swords might be able to completely purify the world before the power unleashed at the moment of her death contaminates it."

He paused and shook his head slightly: "But this is just a theory, nothing is known yet."

His gaze returned to Celie's face. "What do you think we should do now?"

Lord rarely took the initiative to ask Celie what to do next.

After all, facing this difficult and unknown situation, although there are many solutions, Lord cannot decide which one is the foolproof solution.

Celia met his gaze, her expression hinting at "there's a time for you to ask me questions too."

"Of course I chose to go directly to that girl. Since she's so dangerous, I can't let her act as she pleases. Even if I forcibly seal her with the power of the Holy Sword, it's better than just sitting there and waiting for death!

Lord looked at her quietly.

Celia's method can be said to be quite direct and simple, but it is also a very correct approach.

Killing that demon king would mean dragging the world down with him, which was definitely not the outcome he wanted.

If there is another possibility, no matter how slim it is, it is worth a try.

Lord smiled.

Faced with his sudden smile, Celie was slightly startled.

"You're right." Although this was a method he had thought of a long time ago, since the elf lady had made up her mind for him, Lord naturally no longer hesitated.

"It's not our style to sit back and wait for death."

He stretched out his hand, not to pick up the gravel, but to brush away a strand of golden hair that was messed up by the night wind on Celie's cheek. His movement was very natural.

"Even if the power of the Holy Sword is not enough, I have other ways. At least, I won't let things get to the worst point."

Celia felt the warmth of his fingertips and the unquestionable tone in his words.

The coldness in her eyes faded away quietly, replaced by a hint of warmth, and she nodded and said, "Okay."

Lord withdrew his hand, but his gaze remained on Celie's face, with a hint of deeper emotion.

He suddenly changed the subject, his tone much more relaxed: "But before that... Celie, look up."

Celie looked up, but could see nothing except a sky full of stars.

She looked at Lord in confusion, but seemed to understand something the next moment.

Both of them were burdened with heavy futures, but at this moment, in this short night, he was inviting her to stroll under the stars and share the leisure that belonged to travelers.

A rare tranquility before the storm.

She didn't say anything, but just put away the pebbles in her hand, then reached out and held Lord's hand.

The moment their fingers were intertwined, there seemed to be a silent understanding flowing.

"Let's go." Celia's voice was still cold, but her grip on Lord's hand tightened slightly.

The two of them said nothing more, holding each other's hands, and walked side by side under the stars.

The shadows lurking in the dark have not dissipated, but at this moment, they are just two ordinary travelers, enjoying a brief moment.

Chapter 221 Take action

The city of extremes.

As one of the few large human cities in the north, it has a sufficiently powerful legion, a defensive barrier that is large enough to cover the entire city, and even a magnificent temple.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to build a city in the north where monsters are rampant and survive for hundreds of years.

The sunlight shines on the tallest building in the city. The white spire and huge round arched windows of the temple reflect brilliant colors in this light, and even have a faint sacred atmosphere.

This is where humans worship the goddess and learn sacred magic. Those who can come here are all priests who have mastered various sacred magics.

Volame carried Fulilian on her back. The girl's body was cold, her breathing was like a candle in the wind, and the weight on her back seemed to be getting lighter and lighter.

Although it might just be his own illusion, Volame knew that Fulilian had to receive treatment as soon as possible.

Ella followed closely behind, observing this magnificent human palace with some curiosity, but more of her attention was focused on Frillian in front of her.

Although the bleeding of the opponent's abdominal wound was barely stopped by Volame's magic treatment, the remaining corrosive magic of Balzac had not been eliminated, and this magic was still slowly destroying her vitality.

No herbs or basic healing magic can do anything about it. Only the highest level of sacred magic can completely purify this magical power.

"Flillian, hold on." Volame whispered to the girl on his back, but received no response.

The gate of the temple was tightly closed. Two guards in silver-white armor stood solemnly in front of the gate. When Volame and Ella approached, the guards' eyes instantly became alert.

"Stop! This is the temple's restricted area, no entry!" A guard stepped forward, raised the sword in his hand, and blocked the way.

He glanced at Volame and Ella, feeling a bit strange about the combination of a human and an elf, and frowned when he looked at Fulilian, whose white hair was stained with blood.

"We are from a border village and were attacked by demons. This elven girl was seriously injured and requires high-level sacred magic to heal." Volame immediately explained, "Please help us, sirs of the holy temple."

The guard remained unmoved, his tone icy, "The temple only provides treatment to human believers who believe in light. That's the rule. As for an elf? Or an elf wounded by dark magic? You should go find the elves' clergy and leave immediately!"

Ever since Lord opened up the sacred magic of the Skywing people to the public thousands of years ago, sacred magic is no longer exclusive to the Skywing people.

Any race, as long as they have the corresponding talent, can learn magic and become a clergyman.

It's just that humans, relying on their advantage in reproduction, quickly gained the initiative in researching sacred magic, thus becoming the race on the continent that is best at sacred magic and has the most priests.

But beneath this glorious surface lies a hidden reality.

Whether it is sacred magic or ordinary magic, it is something that only a small number of humans can access and learn.

Just as the magic academy seems to teach magical knowledge to any human with magical talent, the number of people who have access to magic and can afford the fees to study in the magic academy is actually very small.

But it is undeniable that even this small group of people can still drive the continuous development of magic.

It's just that it's still a little bit away from the great magic era that Lord envisioned.

When Ella heard the guard's unhesitating refusal, anger rose in her eyes and she subconsciously wanted to use magic.

Although humans now believe in the Goddess of Life, the Goddess's teachings will not allow a life to pass away.

These people have learned all the sacred magic to pieces!