Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy] - Chapter 255

“Am I just looking at it?”

The onlookers behind the curtain hesitated.

“Would you like to help the top leader, I always feel that if you just let it go… she will be beaten to death by the **** of mankind.”

In the golden river of light, time is stagnant, the distant source behind has been anchored, and the countless branch roads branching out in front are like the veins of the world tree.

From time to time, illusory rivers branch out into nothing.

From time to time, a newly born future extends to new tributaries.

With its hidden arrangement in the spirit of the burning lamp jellyfish, it can see this picture at the upstream of the river flowing in that complicated bifurcation that is too complicated to choose:

The body of the huge burning jellyfish expanded uncontrollably, and she seemed to be unable to control her transformation, and no longer tried to control herself to be close to the rules of the Inheritance Seed. Because the human god’s attacks are densely packed like falling meteor showers, every arc of light can leave deep scars on the jellyfish’s soft and fragile umbrella cover, and her recovery speed can’t keep up with the rate of injury!

But she was still firmly supported in the sky above the Rhine, blocking the fierce attack like a meteor shower, the tentacles of the lamp-burning jellyfish rolled up the newly established statue of the goddess of all things, and the power of a lot of faith supported her consumption and recovery. Human beings closed their eyes and hid under the only shelter, kneeling and praying, other places have already been reduced to ashes.

She couldn’t last long, the balance had been broken.

In her future, there is a high probability that she will be beaten to death by the God of Humanity; there is a small probability that she will be completely assimilated by the Seed of Inheritance before the God of Humanity kills her. Obviously she can escape, with a few important candidates. , Abandon those human beings who will always be born like wheatgrass…

This kind of wrong choice will eventually kill her!

Except for the owner, Silver will not bet the slightest affection to other existences. It does not have the ability to empathize. It just feels that if this lamp-burning jellyfish dies like this, the owner may be unhappy, and there are human beings that the owner values ​​below. The most important thing is that this place that is about to be destroyed is the master’s church.

“But, if there are branches outside the knot, will the human gods be aware of my existence, which will lead to the destruction of the master’s plan? However, if you don’t help the bubble, she will die here, and Odder and others will die too, This piece of realm belonging to the owner will be destroyed, it’s really troublesome…”

…

But human beings do not have this vision.

They can only see that the jellyfish’s umbrella cover protects them very well. All the violent light is blocked by the bright blue. They can only see a little golden glimmer just below the burning jellyfish. Among the giant jellyfish, the smaller lamp-burning jellyfish still happily insert their tentacles into the foundation of the Oran continent, like stalagmites growing upright.

“As expected of His Highness the Son of God!” someone praised loudly.

“It seems that it is better to stay under the blessing of His Royal Highness to escape to other places. It seems that this place is safer than other places…” Someone suddenly regretted sending away their wives and children.

“I don’t know how the children are, they should have fled to the border of Christon, I hope they are okay.” Someone whispered anticipation, thinking about the children who went away.

“Don’t be distracted, keep praying!”

Renault yelled back to everyone’s minds. He kept his head high and kept watching the battle in the sky. Even if his eyes were covered with a thick white ribbon, he could still rely on his mental power to perceive that the current state of the bubble was very strange.

This cannot be said to be a question of optimism, but it is so strange that she might be killed by an incoming enemy in the next moment, and it seems that the next moment she will be reborn and become another new life, her body is full of Strange energy.

This is not something ordinary people present can know.

“What happens next, Your Majesty Odysseus?”

He turned his head and asked Odder softly, hoping that the new king of Christon could do anything good, but Odder also shook his head to show his powerlessness. He lowered his voice and returned: “I can’t do anything. This is We can’t touch the level, we can only watch and wait, maybe Nightingale…No, what kind of back-hands will your Majesty the Goddess arrange for Miss Bubble.”

He can’t tell this young man that the **** in the sky is a descending god. Odder was secretly distressed. He could accept the fact that Miss Nightingale became a god, but Miss Bubble could also deal with gods or something. He could not accept this kind of detached thing from common sense. Miss Bubble was only delaying time at most. The breaker has to look at Miss Nightingale.

Renault was silent. He was just an ignorant child born in a closed city. He thought he was ignorant. Although he has a natural keenness in religion, he also met Miss Nightingale, the goddess of all things, like the encounter of fate. He pushed a **** to the altar and made himself, but in the final analysis, in addition to power, Also really ignorant and ignorant.

There is nothing he can do. He still has this awareness. He has ever thought that human prayers can really be passed on to the high gods? Miss Nightingale was touted to the altar, after that, can she really become a supreme god?

Miss Nightingale is really the goddess of everything now?

Did those miracles come from Miss Nightingale or the goddess of everything? He had doubted, so he was not trusted. He had a deep belief in the gods above them, but the truth he knew was that the goddess of all things was a lie made by him. He believed in gods, but he could not bet all of his beliefs in the goddess of all things.

“Your Majesty Odysseus, please tell me, who are the enemies of the Goddess and ours? Who is the enemy that His Majesty is facing?”

Renault had never had such an urgent mood. His blocked eyes could not reflect the vast miracles in the sky, but miracles were miracles. Ignorant, he couldn’t tell the truth of the matter, but the king of Christon could definitely tell him, did Miss Nightingale really become the supreme **** in his mind?

“Well, since you want to know so much, then you have to control yourself and don’t lose weight in front of the followers of the goddess. The enemy that Miss Bubble faces is the **** of mankind.”

Odder was afraid that some flaw in him would shake people’s hearts.

But let’s not talk about the flaws, Renault. He didn’t even change his expression. This made Odder secretly said that his heart was big. On the other side was an ancient **** who ruled the mainland of Oran a year ago. You are here. An indifferent attitude?

That’s it, it really is…

Renault didn’t know what he should be thinking for a while.

It seems that I, who is falling continuously, finally stepped onto a solid and stable ground, and the crumbling boulders in my heart were also settled steadily, able to face the real god. It seems that Miss Nightingale has really become a real god. He has done nothing wrong. Nor did she push the benevolent Miss Nightingale onto the cliff–

She should have lived happily, she didn’t need to face this.

Perhaps I had portrayed Miss Nightingale as a **** because it caused her troubles and a powerful enemy. I wove a web of lies for Miss Nightingale that made her unable to escape, and I kept forcing Miss Nightingale to tell a lie…

Such thoughts are just my own illusion, Miss Nightingale should have been a high god, she is now standing in the extremely high sky, where the **** is. Renault has never felt so at ease. For the first time he bet on all his thoughts and beliefs, praying to his **** like no one else:

“Praise you, the great goddess of everything…”

Praise you, save me, my god.

…

The bubble above the sky is not pleasant, her consciousness gradually blurred and slow, but under the control of the increasingly strong rules of the seed of inheritance, her body became extremely tough and tough, which could be smashed out of the jellyfish umbrella before. The very deep wound attack can only leave a series of shallow black scratches so far.

If this can safely protect her mother’s things, she is also willing to make sacrifices for her mother, but a voice suddenly penetrates into the battle between her and the incarnation of the **** of humanity, that voice has a sense of youth and youthful vigor, innocent and fearless :

“Ah, I really can’t stand it anymore-as long as the human **** here is solved together, and my information is not leaked to his body, then it’s okay?”

It seems that this voice can only be heard by her. I don’t know if it’s a friend or an enemy. The bubble hesitates for a moment if she wants to react. But what the real **** wants to do can’t be her reaction. It’s just a moment, where she is. The location was transformed from Rhine, the capital of Christon, to an empty and deep sea.

The sea here is extremely cold and dark, with a strong sense of suppression, but the foam only feels that this sense of suppression of power and rules flashes by. The incarnation of the **** of humanity is not so lucky. The foam witnessed the blond blue The incarnation of the human **** of eyes bubbling and quickly sinking into the depths of this sea.

The place where the endless darkness is.

The sky of the sea does not belong to darkness, but an endless river flowing with golden light. Those golden rivers are distinct from the lower seawater, as if warm and cold are contrasted. She can’t help but want to swim to the place where the golden glow is. , But the silhouette of the person landing on the canopy prevented her from moving.

“You can’t go there. If you enter that river, you will be instantly converted into a grain of gravel by the power of fate, and sink forever at the bottom of the world.”

Silver stepped on the top of the bubble. If the umbrella cover of the jellyfish is considered to be the top of the head, he squatted down and patted the top of the bubble. He seemed to act cheerfully but asked blankly: “How do I feel my existence? Already? My arrival once again suspended your integration with the Seed of Inheritance, but if you can’t find yourself, then I’m in vain.”

The blue boy looks young, with a handsome, innocent and vigorous face, but with an expressionless expression on his face. Compared to Mo Ye and Foam, his hair is not long, only reaching the length of his waist and abdomen. The silver-white icy eyes surrounding the line of flame look exactly the same as Mo Ye’s.

The silver in human form, or the form of Poseidon, is wearing a simple white shirt and blue jacket, and a pair of dark blue jeans similar to the deep color of the ocean. This dress is incompatible with the popular clothing on the Oran continent, but his owner likes it. He also feels that it doesn’t matter what he wears, even naked.

“Can’t you find yourself? Forget it…”

Anyway, he has taken the shot, even the owner can’t rebuke it. It’s all about the lack of firm will of the lamp-burning jellyfish, the bubble, and Silver is so indifferent and unburdened.