You are all my wings!

"Her? She can stop a demigod?"

Camille was surprised.

"She is a hidden figure within the Vatican, and her strength is extraordinary. Don't be fooled by her petite figure."

Lyon laughed.

Margaret, who was nearby, clearly heard the two exchanging whispers and glanced sideways at them:

"I'll say it again, don't use words like 'petite' to describe me anymore, understand?"

She spoke to Leon telepathically, and Camille didn't hear it.

But Camille, with her keen senses, could see the displeasure in Margaret's eyes.

Lyon was really tempted to pat Margaret's little head by her seemingly dissatisfied but actually very energetic little eyes, but he thought about it and refrained.

The affection level isn't high enough yet, I'll touch her again later, no rush.

"understood."

"Good that you understand."

"But there's something I don't understand. Being petite is also a kind of beauty, a unique kind of charm. Why would you reject it?"

"I just don't like it, understand?"

Margaret said calmly.

Lyon chuckled. Indeed, what you don't have is the best. Just like Iris envies that Maggie doesn't age, and Maggie envies that Iris can still grow. Margaret is petite by nature, so she made her clone like Timia, possessing an almost exaggerated yet not incongruous plumpness.

"So, is Timia the best version of yourself you've always imagined, Lady Margaret?"

He asked that question.

"?"

Margaret: "You'd better not bring up anything related to my body again, understand?"

Lyon: "That's a real shame. Actually, I really like your figure. As an example, you should know how much I adore Maggie, right? Your figure is actually even more perfect in this respect, Lady Margaret. You shouldn't be ashamed of yourself."

Margaret paused for a moment, then said, "Anyway, you should go and prepare for the battle!"

[Goddess Margaret's favorability +2%, current favorability 4%]

Leon smiled, knowing when to stop, and ceased his teasing.

……

Half an hour later, many of the Vatican's middle and high-ranking officials had lined up and were standing in the underground chapel.

The vast and magnificent space, the towering statue of Astalia, the enormous monstrous spine pillar, the colorful yet solemn glass dome, and the several dark treasure chests displayed in front of the statue, all inspire awe at the Church's profound heritage and superb aesthetic sense.

The grand hymns and arias were sung as the nine saints appeared, instantly filling the listener with a sense of vastness, holiness, and magnificence that captivated the soul.

Despite the absence of any accompaniment, the nine holy maidens sang with the overwhelming power of a deity descending upon the land.

In the corner, Leon looked at Tumoria, who was standing second.

This Slaanesh is quite brave, daring to continue appearing in public under the identity of Tumoria.

Lyon continued to scan the area and was surprised to find that Iris and Maquill had sneaked in. Not far from him, they had changed into ordinary believer's clothes and were wearing hoods. When they noticed his gaze, they both smiled at him.

He then transmitted his voice, saying, "Didn't I tell you to stand by? Why did you come along? The battle here later will be very dangerous."

"We didn't come here on our own; the gods sent us."

Iris said.

"The goddess Astalia?"

"Yes."

"What did she say?"

She said they would need our place later and asked us to come over.

"Alright, since it's her, she should be able to keep you safe. You two be careful, and if anything happens, run over here."

"Don't worry, Iris and I are well prepared, and we can protect ourselves."

"Row."

Leon couldn't figure out Astalia's purpose either, so he could only continue to observe the crowd to make sure that all the demons had actually arrived.

His mental strength is now high enough, having grown through the Land of the End, to be close to that of Helvie, and covering the entire underground church is no problem at all.

Soon, he found a figure standing in the shadows, very inconspicuous, yet unusually tall.

It felt strange. He was clearly 1.9 meters tall, two or three centimeters taller than Leon, yet he had no presence at all and attracted no attention.

'It's Florodia! She really came!'

Lyon felt a chill run down his spine and immediately withdrew his mental energy to avoid being targeted by this guy.

Unlike his previous encounter with Margaret, although she held a higher rank, she had a deeper, more hidden purpose and would not act rashly unless under special circumstances, so Lyon could test her with peace of mind.

However, Feherrotija only needs to hide until the entrance to the sealed Castigali is opened, which is a very short time. So, if one observes too much, it is possible to lure her directly over.

However, even though it was just a matter of scanning with his mental energy, because he had already activated multiple modes and was in excellent condition, he was still able to see clearly the face and figure of Fei Heluo Tijia who had lowered her head and hidden herself.

She has a face that combines a variety of beauty, including nobility, majesty, pride, elegance, beauty, and grace.

Its beauty is as magnificent as mountains and rivers, as flowing as stars and rivers, as ever-changing as the weather, and as noble and grand as the sky.

It was a magnificent and dignified face, with a high and straight nose, fair and rosy skin, a perfectly symmetrical oval face, and a pair of pure purple dragon horns hidden under a hood on the top of the forehead.

A pair of neat, long, crescent-shaped eyebrows slanted downwards at the brow peaks, their color a light purple, each hair delicate and dense.

Beneath his brows were a pair of pure gold pupils, as bright as the rising sun, which exuded an extraordinary sense of pressure with a casual glance.

Her eyes, like peach blossoms, added a touch of feminine charm to her dignified demeanor.

His facial features also gave Leon a faint resemblance to those of Tenia, although Tenia was clearly more youthful and childlike.

In addition, her ample chest, though concealed by leather armor, was still clearly visible through her ribs, and her rounded, long thighs, though hidden under her trench coat, were still straight and visible.

This magnificent and imposing tall woman stood majestically more than forty meters away from Lyon, blocked by many people.

Of all the beauties Leon has seen since coming into this world, she is already the second tallest.

First is the Forest Apostle, third is Moripe, fourth is Camille, followed by Tumoria, Helvie, Orpheus, Timia, Rita, Baishaqilai, and Hamla.

These women are all classic mature beauties, some with striking and glamorous features, others with bright and charming looks, and still others with elegant and refined beauty. They all have long legs and slender waists, and each possesses a unique and exquisite charm. Lyon has already deeply experienced the subtle and exquisite pleasures of some of them, and they are indeed indescribable.

Beneath their clothing lies a unique and beautiful scene, and in bed, each has its own techniques and methods.

Each flower is different, and each flower is beautiful in its own way.

But in terms of distinctive features, Florentiga's beauty is undoubtedly the most magnificent.

It can only be said that she is indeed a top demigod who has been the Dragon Emperor for many years, and was praised by Astalia as the most promising dragon queen of the contemporary era to become a god.

However, just as Lyon's mental energy swept away, a burst of mental energy was released from Feherotija's body and caught up with her.

Goodness, this guy is so alert?

Lyon immediately withdrew his mental energy from observing the others and focused it within his body.

This spiritual energy began to wander around him, seemingly searching for traces of his own spiritual energy.

After searching for a while, it seemed that nothing was found.

Just as Lyon sensed the spiritual energy was about to recede, the chanting of the nine holy maidens ended, and a wondrous female voice, both elegant and languid, rang in his ears:

"Were you the one who was spying on me just now?"

Chapter 429 Leon: I can make your lies come true

Sound is transmitted using mental power.

Before Lyon could respond, a new question arose:

"Your mental strength is not weak, but your rank is not high... What is your purpose in spying on me?"

Leon was surprised. The voice clearly had no concern about revealing its identity. He then recalled what Astalia had said before: "Fairo Tiga has not been completely controlled by the demon."

"You're not from the Vatican, what are you doing here?"

Lyon asked the question knowing the answer already:

"Don't you know who I am?"

In that instant, he realized that this was a good opportunity to probe for information from Feherotija.

With Astalia watching over us, our safety is guaranteed.

If this dragon-woman empress is not completely controlled by the top-tier demon, then could we also find out if there are other hidden demons here?

We also need to test whether her trip to the capital was for Tanya, and whether she wanted to kill or take Tanya away.

After all, given the requirements of the previously unlocked missions, it would be very dangerous if Taynya's whereabouts were leaked.

It's also worth considering who wanted to kill Tenia.

"Who are you?"

Florodija interrupted Leon's thoughts with a question.

“I am the advisor to the Third Saintess and the future High Priestess, Leon Belon.”

Lyon calmly explained:

“I have never seen you before, so I will naturally observe you closely to see if you are the demon who recently invaded the Holy See.”

He simply used the concept of demons as a starting point to focus on the problem.

"A demon? It seems that the sudden disappearance of that greedy villain was your doing?"

As expected, Florentiga made no attempt to conceal her true intentions.

"You haven't bothered to hide yourself. Do you think your strength can suppress everything, so you act recklessly?"

"Leon asked."

"No, now that things have come to this, both sides have revealed their cards, so why beat around the bush? Do you know who I am?"

Fehero Tiga's languid yet elegant voice was like honey with thorns, each note sweet yet distinctly dignified, quite enigmatic.

"So you've already revealed your hand to both us. I do know who you are. You are the Dragon Queen, am I right?"

Lyon said.

"very good."

After replying, Feherrotija paused for a moment, as if deep in thought.

"So what's your purpose in coming to me? I just happened to spy on you, and now you're having this casual chat with me. Isn't that a bit strange?"

"Leon asked."

"I just had a premonition that this operation was about to fail, and I was looking for someone to entrust my affairs to. It just so happens that your mental strength is not weak, and you have been spying on me, so it is clear that you are in the know. Therefore, I directly tested you, and the result was indeed as expected. You even know who I am."

Feiheluotijiadao.

"What do you mean by 'you have a premonition that the operation is about to fail'?"

Leon seemed to be deep in thought, recalling that Camille had mentioned to him before that Fiorentina also possessed some of the secret treasures or abilities related to time.

“Yes, let’s make a deal, Leon Belon.”

Florotija's voice sounded a little more serious:

"What do you need? Secret treasures? Upgrade materials? Ancient magic manuals? Gold coins? Women? Power? Fame? Achievements?"

Lyon was surprised. Was this guy serious?

"Before you tell me what I need, tell me what you want to trade with me."

He replied calmly.

"To put it simply, I am doomed to die, but I am unwilling to die like this. So I need you to help me find someone. As long as you agree and sign a contract with me, I will tell you the location of several epic and demigod-level treasures that I have hidden beforehand... Of course, if you need anything else, we can discuss it. How about it?"

Is this really a condition she would propose?