You are all my wings!

The group set off.

Lyon activated several detection spells and discovered that Marquis Rhein and Reynt's team were indeed not nearby.

It seems they went back ahead of time to report the situation.

This is good, it saves us from having to walk together and causing awkwardness on the road.

Emerging from the valley, one encounters a continuous stretch of sharp, cone-shaped red sulfur cliffs, towering into the sky. The further the group walked, the higher these cliffs appeared.

Meanwhile, the group below the cliff could see many rotting remains of monsters along the way.

It seems this area is the monster battle zone I often heard about in the valley.

"Your Holiness, did you leave a magic circle with the Church's mark in the valley?"

Lyon found an opportunity to question Britta.

Because he left in a hurry, he glanced at the circle before leaving and did not find any obvious markings or magic circles.

"I'll leave it here. Once the monster riots have subsided, I'll arrange for someone to take over. Although its effectiveness will decrease in the future, it's better to have it than nothing."

Britta nodded slightly.

Lyon understood; it seemed the method of marking the magic circle was much more sophisticated than he had anticipated.

"But what does this decrease in effectiveness mean?"

“I can sense that the sacred energy hidden within the sacred murals is finite and will take a long time to replenish.”

Britta explained.

In truth, she couldn't say it outright, but it was because she had absorbed and stored a large amount of divine energy that this result occurred.

But there was no other way; for the sake of her destiny, she had to stockpile everything she could.

Lyon also noticed that there were some things Britta hadn't explained completely.

However, he didn't expose him and wisely left.

Of course, the main reason was that as soon as he appeared next to Britta, Timia seemed ready to follow him, so he planned to stick close to Iris all day long and have Iris block Timia.

As a pure-blooded elf diplomat, Iris could be considered a minor patron in the Kingdom of Horsha.

Gaaaaaah!!

At this moment, a flock of small, third-tier black crows flew overhead. They did not have a clear flight formation, but gathered in a group of at least thirty or forty, like a dark cloud, circling back and forth above the group, making a very piercing sound.

"Sir, do you want to get rid of these annoying black crows?"

Mark can't stand these things; he looks like he's about to draw his sword at any moment.

"I'll do it. My treant puppet hasn't been used in actual combat since I finished training it."

Machiru jumped out; she had been waiting for this opportunity to let the treant golem show its power.

She waved one hand forward, scattering seeds while quickly chanting a few lines, then suddenly swung her fourth-tier magic wand.

Rumble!!

A brownish-green humanoid monster suddenly rose from the ground, instantly growing to a height of ten meters.

The giant roared and waved his hands forward. Countless emerald green vines shot out from his fingers like agile snakes, slithering and snapping down third-tier black crows with a crackling sound.

If a normal team were to be besieged by over thirty Tier 3 Black Crows, their situation would be extremely difficult.

Even if one could use intermediate-level magic, given their small size and agility, it would be difficult to hit them even with a few attacks.

It wasn't difficult for Leon to hit a fifth-tier eagle before because its body was too big. Even if it was fast, its mobility in that short space would definitely be relatively reduced.

However, Machiru was able to precisely control the brown-green giant and easily hit the black crow, which shows that her eyesight and control are extraordinary.

Soon, Machiru finished whipping the batch of Tier 3 Black Crows. She retrieved the seed, walked to Leon's side, and proudly held her head high.

Although it was small, it still stood tall and strong.

What is this guy trying to do?

Upon seeing this, Iris immediately laughed:

“I understand, Lyon. Master Maggiore wants you to praise her.”

Upon hearing this, Maggie's eyes lit up at first, as if she was about to praise Iris, but then she realized something and immediately snorted:

"Hmph, who wants the praise of this ignorant master!"

Iris happily patted Leon's shoulder repeatedly with her palm:

"Look at me, I've figured out what Master Magilou is thinking. The more she says things like that, the more she actually wants you to say something, Leon!"

Lyon was speechless. Did Iris's so-called change of mindset, or rather, her calm mindset, refer to this kind of thing?

Maggie, standing to the side, had a dark look on her face.

Chapter 152 No, don't touch here

Maggie doesn't want to talk to Iris right now.

How embarrassing it must be for a master like him to be seen through by Iris.

Iris then leaned closer:

"Magical, tell me, was my judgment just now correct?"

Maggie Lu was furious and embarrassed: "Iris, don't make things up without evidence! I never thought that way!"

Lyon laughed and said, "Iris, stop talking about Maggie. She's easily embarrassed."

Maggie was furious:

"You two are both malicious; don't even think about asking me for help again!"

"Don't say that, Machiru. You are a crucial asset to our team. Look how strong the Treant Puppet was just now. It took down those Tier 3 Black Crows with a single whip."

Lyon praised him at the opportune moment.

"Flattery is useless to me now!"

Maggie Lu tossed her head, her short silver hair hitting Leon's chest.

Iris whispered to Leon, "Leon, did I make Master Magill angry?"

Leon thought for a moment and said, "She's not angry, she's just ashamed and doesn't want to talk to you right now. Once she feels normal, she'll probably act like nothing happened and chat with you normally."

Iris: "That's good. I was worried that Master Magiru wouldn't teach me anything more."

Lyon thought to himself, "You've already surpassed your teacher, and you still want to learn something?"

"Speaking of which, why do you call her a master? In what aspect does she qualify as a master?"

He asked.

"It's not convenient for you to know about Lyon."

Iris immediately turned her head away.

Leon touched the tip of her ear: "Tell me or not, or I'll pinch your ear."

Iris trembled suddenly when Leon touched her.

"No, don't touch here."

Her voice was barely audible.

Lyon's eyes lit up; it turned out that the tip of Iris's ear was an erogenous zone.

He leaned closer and breathed a warm breath on it:

"Iris, tell me quickly."

No, I won't tell.

Iris couldn't take it anymore and rushed over to Maggie.

Leon seemed thoughtful. This girl, Iris, still wouldn't say anything even at this point. It seems that the secret between her and Machiru is quite important to her.

Of course, there's also the possibility that she would be so ashamed to tell anyone that she would rather die than say it.

As they spoke, the group walked to the spot where the black crow had fallen.

The ground was covered in blood and gore, like a child's scribbling, with bright and messy colors.

"Sir, shall we...eat these black crows?"

Bovary covered his nose.

After all, it was a third-tier monster. Although its appearance was particularly disgusting and its carrion-eating habit was repulsive, considering Leon's past habits, he still asked a question.

"No, the black crow meat is poisonous. Just take the king crow's head feathers."

Lyon glanced at it and shook his head slightly.

"That's true. I don't think even someone as unfathomable as you would eat poisonous meat."

Bovary breathed a sigh of relief.

Lyon was speechless: "I'm not so desperate as to be indiscriminate. Let's go, don't waste time on these black crows."

With their current strength, even if they encounter a fifth-tier demon blocking their path, they can quickly resolve the crisis.

But if a large flock of fourth or fifth-tier black crows came, they would be far more formidable than the third-tier black crows they had just encountered.

……

Three hours later, the group emerged from the mountain path at the bottom of the cliff and arrived at a dark plain with a much wider view.

Large patches of green reeds, about a meter tall, grow on the ground, forming a continuous expanse that sways in the wind under the dim light, creating wave after wave of reeds.

Green grass is a common, low-ranking monster found in dungeons, and can be seen everywhere.

Some herbivorous weak monsters feed on Emerald Grass.

"I never expected that there would be such a peaceful place on the 41st floor."

Milo gazed ahead, and although he couldn't see far due to the dim light, he felt a sense of peace for some reason.

"Don't let your guard down. See those trampling marks in the distance? Judging from their condition, it's obvious that a group of rioting monsters passed by two or three hours ago."

Leon gave a reminder and drew his magic sword:

"Next, we'll be navigating this area of ​​green grass. Be extremely careful of attacks from the weak monsters within the grass. If these weak monsters manage to survive, they'll undoubtedly be adept at using poison, and may even possess curse-type skills. Karl, as usual, you lead the charge, and the rest of you follow in the same formation."

"it is good."

Karl drew his sword and moved forward.

Then came Marc Miro, Leon, Iris, Machiavelli, Britta, and Bovary.

As for Timia, she was more casual, sometimes above and sometimes below Lyon, with Lyon as the center.

Lyon still doesn't know her purpose.

But what we do know is that it's definitely not as simple as just looking at someone's face.

There must be some hidden purpose.

We can only judge this later.

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye. The group continued at a normal pace and had been walking for quite some time in this vast expanse of green grass.

Of particular note is that the group encountered three small-scale monster tides during this period.

Leading them were three powerful fifth-tier monsters, and each time forty or fifty monsters would gather, advancing with blank stares, seemingly chasing something that didn't exist.

Each time, Leon would have everyone approach, then use Shadow Shield magic to envelop them, thus avoiding the monsters' notice.

In broad daylight, the Shadow Shield's dark magical shield would be immediately apparent.

But in the dark dungeons, the pitch-black magical shield is undoubtedly the best camouflage.

Timia glanced at it several times, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

However, she was very quiet today and did not bother Lyon like she did yesterday.

It's unclear whether Britta was there or if she had other considerations.