You are all my wings!

After all, the only demigod in the human world today is the Pope.

In addition, the Goddess Astalia has been sending fewer and fewer divine pronouncements in recent years, so many of the older and middle-aged members of the Papacy hope to maintain a superficial peace until they retire.

Unless the goddess Astalia herself intervenes, or the acting pope and several important saints and bishops unite in a high degree of unity and share a common goal of completely seizing control of the royal family, the papacy will continue to prioritize maintaining stability.

As for the royal family's mindset, since they are not yet strong enough to suppress the Papacy, they will proceed slowly and gradually infiltrate it.

Therefore, the current situation is that one side is slacking off while the other side wants to develop.

“Iris, you can’t simply equate my desire to save Ophimasso with my desire to marry her.”

Lyon began his highly skilled method of deception, using a fallacy of equivocation:

"If I wanted to marry her, wouldn't I have avoided running away with you in the first place? You don't need to ask that question anymore. If you have other doubts, I can answer them, but I hope you can help me. Iris, are you willing to help me?"

"What can I say when you ask that?"

Iris kicked the ground somewhat angrily, then gave Leon a playful pink fist:

"But since you put it that way, I'll help you. After all, you're my...my...leader now! But remember, I'm helping you, it has nothing to do with the princess! Also, don't you dare get intimate with the princess after you save her!"

"That's impossible!"

Lyon breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that the previous sip had worked.

Without that deep, long kiss, Iris probably wouldn't be so easy to talk to now.

Because when a woman feels intense sweetness, she takes many things lightly and gains a kind of composure befitting a so-called "first wife."

Once the feeling of love diminishes, they quickly become suspicious.

Of course, in the other extreme case, if there are absolutely no objections, then one should suspect that the other person has already stopped loving them.

Having dealt with Iris, Leon quickly went to the sacred mural and awakened Britta.

Judging from the current state of the battle between Ophimasso and his men, even though he still has time, he really needs to mobilize reinforcements as soon as possible.

"Breita, Breita! Wake up!"

Britta suddenly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of dark pupils veiled by a faint holy light.

In that instant, she also showed signs of a significant breakthrough, her aura greatly enhanced.

People also become more sacred and pure.

For some reason, Lyon felt that Britta's eyes now held a greater degree of indifference than before.

Is it the effect of absorbing too much sacred energy?

The thought flashed through his mind, and he spoke:

"Your Holiness, Her Highness the Princess is currently in an ambush by several powerful sixth-tier experts from the Silver Badge Gang, and her life hangs in the balance. I believe our stance is that we cannot let her die now. What do you think?"

Britta stared at Lyon silently for several seconds, the indifference in her eyes slowly fading, before she spoke:

"Okay, let's go."

Wow, that was so straightforward?

Lyon's prepared remarks suddenly became useless.

Strange, as expected, Britta would at least ask a question or two.

Could it be that she absorbed too much divine energy and caused some unexpected changes?

Britta glanced at Lyon and smiled:

"I understand your concerns. Don't worry, I'm fine. Don't overthink it. I just felt that this kind of situation was bound to happen sooner or later, and I had anticipated it."

Lyon's heart skipped a beat. Was she referring to the fact that she had discovered this situation when she was discussing cooperation with Msifisu?

If it's true, that's good, it means she's still sharp and her judgment isn't clouded by trivial matters.

However, he still felt that Britta had undergone some strange changes, so he decided to keep a close eye on her and discuss it with her alone after he had dealt with Ophimasso's matter.

Moreover, the favorability ratings of Maggie and Iris have been rising rapidly recently, and Ophimosa's has also been soaring these past few days. However, Britta's favorability rating has been stuck for several days without changing, so it's definitely worth considering whether there's anything interfering with this.

"It's good that you're alright, Iris. Is your flying magic ready?"

Despite these thoughts, Leon didn't say much, as saving lives was more important right now.

"Alright, let's go!"

Iris leaped over, grabbed Leon and Britta's hands, flapped her wings of light behind her shoulders, and quickly took flight.

call out!!!!

Although Iris's flight magic is conspicuous and easily detected, and she is not good at short-distance maneuvering, her movement speed is still excellent, stronger than Leon's pure Shadow Leap.

Compared to other abilities, Leon's Shadow Leap is naturally better at stealth and blinking within a small area.

Five kilometers away, it's over in the blink of an eye.

While suspended in mid-air, one could hear that the scale of the battle was much smaller than what Lyon had witnessed last time, indicating that both sides had reached a point of high exhaustion and needed to conserve their magic and stamina.

Looking into the distance, Lyon immediately saw Moriarty unleash a high-level magic tornado, tearing towards Ophimaso.

Chapter 229 The potion is in my chest pocket, take it yourself, I can't move.

Let's go back an hour.

After his outburst, Ophimasso, gradually exhausted, regained his composure.

After calming down, a deep sense of shame followed.

"It's over, I actually did those things."

For Leon's sake, he did many things he had never done before.

Not only did she accept the daily kiss that Leon mentioned, she also expressed the meaning of 'I only do it with you'.

And he even went so far as to want to kill Britta and Iris.

She knew rationally that she couldn't do that.

awkward!

"Is it because of that constitution? Damn it!"

Ophimosa found it hard to accept that she, who was always calm and disdainful of matters between men and women, had actually done such absurd things.

But what should be done now that the words have been spoken and the matter is settled?

No, my heart is not wrong; I just want Leon to become my husband.

Lyon is clearly the most suitable husband for her at the moment.

So what if we come from a humble background?

In any case, she doesn't want to marry outside the family.

Of course, as I said before, Leon was someone who made her very comfortable, someone she didn't need to think about romantic relationships with.

She only agreed to kiss him, as for anything more intimate... let's wait until we're married for a few years and have developed our relationship before taking things slowly.

No, no... What's wrong with me? Don't I usually hate things between men and women?

How could I have even considered this?

Damn!

Ophimosa felt like she was going crazy. Was it because she kept cutting off her potential thoughts that she suddenly went berserk?

I've calmed down now, but how am I going to explain this to Leon when I see him later?

Does he think I'm the kind of woman who resorts to physical violence at the slightest disagreement?

What if he stops liking me from now on?

No... This whole thing started because he saw his own body and because of Britta's interference!

And then there's Iris, who dares to be all lovey-dovey with Leon right in front of me just because she's known him for a long time!

Unforgivable!

Thinking about this, Ophimaso had a headache again. Why did she think about these things again?

Amidst the turmoil in my mind, a giant tornado of king-level magic suddenly crashed down from the front.

She was forced to wage war while exhausted.

Moreover, not only was that sixth-tier spellcaster strong, but his fighting style was also extremely insidious, giving her quite a headache.

If Timia and the others hadn't come to help, she probably would have died in this 41st-floor dungeon very soon because of this accident.

During the battle, having overused her combat skills, she could only perform simple slashes and was beaten badly, but she managed to hold on for an hour.

Bang! ! ! ! !

Exhausted, Ophima was struck directly in front of him by a mid-level tornado spell without any protection, and was sent flying backward for dozens of meters.

She coughed up blood, clearly suffering severe internal injuries.

Even with her current physical condition and the protective power of this fifth-tier riding suit, she was still seriously injured and couldn't stand up easily for a while.

Ahead, another intermediate-level tornado was tearing through the air.

Undeterred, Ophimazo gritted his teeth and prepared to cleave the intermediate-level tornado in two with his sword.

However, as she swung her sword, she realized that she had once again entered the overloaded state she had been in before. Her limbs suddenly lost their strength, and she fell to the ground.

Having just recovered from the fatigue accumulated from the previous monster tide, he unleashed even more frenzied combat techniques this time, with a frequency and intensity even greater than before. After another half hour of fighting, his body finally couldn't take it anymore.

Is this it? Am I going to die here today?

suddenly--

boom!!!!!

A fierce burst of light swept past Ophimaso and shot towards Moriarty.

It's Timia!

Despite being intercepted by M'shifisu, she still managed to seize the opportunity to cast a mid-level spell on Moriarty, breaking Moriarty's mid-level tornado.

They were temporarily saved, but the situation did not fundamentally improve.

Damn it, why was I so hyped up before?

Splash!

Not far away, Said Long Spear King, who had come to provide support, stepped into a puddle and was suddenly swallowed up by it, unable to escape immediately.

It's Moriarty's trap magic, a mid-level water prison!

Trap magic is a variant of regular magic. It consumes slightly more magic power but can be delayed to take effect, creating a sudden triggering effect. Its main advantage is its unpredictability. Once someone steps on it, the effect is quite astonishing.

Seeing this, Ophimasso felt a pang of regret. If he had been able to better suppress his unnecessary thoughts, his teammates wouldn't have ended up like this.

At this time-

"Your Highness, do you have any more mana restoration potions? I'd like to ask you for a few bottles."

A familiar male voice rang in my ears.

"Lyon?"

Ophimosa was both surprised and touched by a sweet feeling.

Hearing Lyon's voice here, do we even need to ask what that means?

He did choose me after all.

but--

"What are you doing here? You can't defeat your current opponent, and you can't easily escape their pursuit!"

"Your Highness, don't ask anything. Just find a way to recover as quickly as possible, at least to the point where you can unleash a legendary combat skill. Leave the rest to me."

"The medicine is in my breast pocket. Take it yourself. I can't move."

A slight blush crossed Ophimasso's face.

There was nothing she could do; she had once again fallen into that state of complete exhaustion in her limbs and was unable to move at all.