I'm playing Yuanshin in Tivat!

Lu Kong weakly pushed open the door, looked over the panicked crowd, and looked at Gao Tianshang.

No clouds, no sun.

Every position in the field of vision is occupied by blue scales, and the huge body is entrenched in the sky. Just looking at it is suffocating.

Twarin is not any traditional image of a dragon. He has four claws and six wings, and the shape of his wings is also very strange, like a huge floating sea slug. At this moment, he is hanging high in the air, his claws are slightly curled, six Each wing has a cloud of tornadoes brewing.

This is a mythical creature.

Lu Kong sighed with emotion, lowered his head, and saw Wendy staring at the sky with emotion, this optimistic poet seemed to be enveloped in sadness.

"Look carefully."

Wendy reminded, stretching out a finger, Lu Kong subconsciously looked in the direction Wendy was pointing at, concentrated slightly, and found something unusual—beside Twarin's ear, there was a round ball floating, sparkling like the shield of the water elemental abyss mage.

That's right, that's really an abyss mage.

Lu Kong instantly understood what Wendy meant. She had the wings of the sky. Wendy wanted her to take advantage of the archer, bend the bow and set an arrow to shoot down the abyss mage, and help the people of Mond City out of danger.

Just as Lu Kong felt a hint of retreat, he suddenly realized that not only Wendy was watching him silently, but also the Zephyr knights, the people of Mond along the way, and his neighbors all stared at her the moment she opened the door. For themselves, their eyes were burning, revealing an indescribable hope.

Is this fate?

Lu Kong sighed slightly.

When pulling the tiger's skin to make a big banner, it also comes with a heavy responsibility, pretending to accept the gift of Fengshen, to protect his people.

"It should be a very educational moment."

Lu Kong walked into the room, mentioned Sky Wings, and couldn't help complaining: "But Fengshen, aren't you just standing on the street? It's less than five meters in front of me, why are you just looking at it, Barbatos?"

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Climbing to the highest floor, Lu Kong bent his bow and nocked his arrows.

In the past, she only participated in a few archery activities with her friends, and even played with the homonym of "La Shi". For this kind of long-distance shooting, she can't be said to be confident, at least it can be said to be completely unsure.

"So, you want to teach me how to use it?"

Lu Kong tilted his head and climbed up with her. Wendy touched his head behind him, and he nodded very formally.

"You don't seem to be good at archery."

Archery of the Age of Gods?

Learned a new word.

Lu Kong didn't dare to be negligent, this method sounds very powerful, it seems to be much better than the bow fighting technique used by ordinary people, what is it used for?

Wendy revealed the secret embarrassingly: "You just keep your eyes on the target, then bend your bow and shoot an arrow, and the arrow will be automatically guided by the wind to shoot to the target. This is the archery of the age of gods represented by the wings of the sky."

"Ah this."

Air-assisted guidance.

Pretty advanced.

That thing seems to be much stronger than ordinary people's bow fighting skills, but Mr. Fengshen, don't you think this is too casual?

"Bend the bow and nock the arrow."

Wendy suddenly showed a downcast expression: "Twarin doesn't want to see me now, as long as I show my breath, he will be alert and protect that abyss mage."

Lu Kong nodded clearly.

She stared at the abyss mage who was dancing a strange dance, and slowly pulled the bowstring.

swoosh~

A crooked trace appeared in the air, thousands of winds gathered, the trajectory of the bow and arrow was instantly corrected, and there was even a strong wind hovering behind the arrow, providing a steady stream of thrust for the missile to move forward.

It is simply cheating.

Chapter 56: Related to the Abyss

"exactly……"

"The wind god Barbatos actually saw all your pain and sorrow, but he didn't care at all. Your long wait was nothing in the eyes of the wind god, and all your enthusiasm was in vain..."

The abyss mage spoke an obscure language, mixed with chaotic ravings.

The abyss is polluting.

Its frightening thing is that even ordinary words are polluting. The ravings of the abyss mage pour into your brain along your ears. As long as you gradually understand the filth and madness in it, you will gain the power of the abyss.

Kind of like some kind of meme pollution.

In fact, the process of pollution is really funny. Twalin, the Dragon of the East Wind, has followed Fengshen for the longest time, and he has acquired many bad habits, such as sleeping late, and the abyss mage is like singing a lullaby, singing in Twalin's ear day after day, This pollutes this huge East Wind Dragon.

"Kukukuku..."

The abyss mage chuckled, very insolently.

"Yes, the affairs you believe in are all illusions carefully constructed by Fengshen, destroy them as much as you want."

swoosh~

The energy was gathering, and under the white beak mask of the abyss mage, the face suddenly froze, as if an attack was constantly changing directions in the air, and finally came towards him.

He panicked for a moment, and Twarin, the Dragon of the East Wind, seemed to be waking up from the chaos.

The abyss mage quickly began to dance frantically.

It's okay, it's not a big problem.

I have a shield, no matter how bad it is, I can consume a whole layer of water elemental shield to offset an attack, not to mention that with today's human level, when such a long-distance attack is actually implemented, there will not be much power left.

Unless, Fengshen made a move.

However, Twalin didn't have any abnormalities. He had been with Fengshen for a long time, and if he sensed the breath, he would definitely respond immediately.

To sum up, this abyss mage made a decision that he regretted for the rest of his life.

Then play music, then dance!

His dance belongs to the "spiritual dance" in the classification of mysticism. The frenzied dance brings blessings one after another, and it is also a source of strength.

Boom!

I didn't understand what happened at all, a gust of wind blew, and waves rippled on the water attribute shield, which was the "diffusion" effect unique to the wind.

The abyss mage stared at the surface of the shield several times before he felt relieved.

What, didn't even break through my defenses.

The emerald core of the wind suddenly appeared, like a black hole created out of thin air, and a suction force suddenly appeared, wrapping the abyss mage, including the man and the shield, all the way to the invisible place in the sky, turning into stars.

"It seems to be going well."

Wendy put up the awning with her hands, her words were relaxed, but her expression was full of dignity.

According to Dongfeng Zhilong's original will, no matter how disappointed he is with Fengshen, it is impossible to launch a surprise attack on Mond, but it is still uncertain whether Tewarin's will can overcome the erosion of the abyss.

If not...

The huge dragon turned somersaults in the air, and the brewing tornado suddenly stagnated, and all of them dissipated.

A dragon's hiss full of pain and struggle echoed in the air, and Lu Kong also saw clearly the sharp poisonous thorn, rooted in the dragon's neck, emitting the breath of the abyss continuously.

How come there is a subtle sense of resonance...

Lu Kong frowned slightly, and then she felt a palpitation, as if thinking of something extraordinary.

Miserable, I won't be eroded by the abyss too, right?

Lu Kong suddenly felt a slight tremor in his heart, and subconsciously moved away from Wendy. She didn't want to brazenly jump against the abyss camp without arranging an escape route.

But soon she discovered that what resonated with the abyss thorn was not Lu Kong himself, but something on her body.

Lu Kong took out the things in his arms.

【The ruins of the lonely king of the tower】

【The demon god of the gale "Dekarapian" is very satisfied with the royal city he built,

He accepts the kneeling of all his followers on the tower.

But he didn't know that everyone bowed down to him not out of admiration and love. 】

[It seems to have the breath of the abyss, but the ruins of the wind dragon where Twarin is now is the former capital of the lonely king Dekarapian of the high tower. Because this dream of prosperity is all created by the power of the demon god, the broken tiles and fragments of the dream are also powerful. 】

Is there any ingenious connection between the two?

As a writer, Lu Kong is extremely sensitive to this aspect, as if he caught something somewhere, his brows frowned suddenly.

Different from the previous personal missions with a clear context and clear purpose, the erosion of the abyss is hidden behind the tiles, the tower of the lonely king with broken dreams, and the secrets of ancient times. Just by smelling, there is a taste of "main mission".

As if feeling a familiar and ancient breath, Wendy's body suddenly stiffened, and she turned around with difficulty, staring at the pitch-black tiles for a while.

"This……"

Is there a combination of the breath of the abyss and the breath of the lonely king of the tower? !

"I have a question."

Lu Kong blocked his mouth in time, and once again made a preemptive strike.

"You...forget it, let's put it another way. Is Dekarapian, the lonely king of the tower, really dead?"

"..."

Wendy was tempted to say she was dead.

But seeing this piece of [The Ruins of the Lonely King of the Tower], such fresh power mixed with the breath of the abyss, he was suddenly a little uncertain, although a large part of his power was It comes from the absorption of the power scattered by the lonely king of the tower.

silence……

Twalin was struggling, writhing in the air, without any breath leaking out. In the end, Twalin flapped his wings and fled the scene. It was clear that the people had done nothing but wreak havoc, but his posture seemed to be fleeing.

How much of his intelligence is left?

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Lu Kong didn't get an answer from Wendy. The bard was regarded by the West Wind Knight as an innocent passerby who was swept to the roof by a tornado.

Thinking about the clues, Lu Kong returned to the newspaper office full of doubts and Sky Wings who was out of work.

Her hands were on the typewriter, but she couldn't write at all. What she was facing was a huge chaotic system, and there were still too few clues.

Fortunately, there are still beautiful girls to play with.

Lu Kong comforted himself.

It was completely different from what was expected, all the beautiful girls under his banner were not there, no one was collecting holy relics, and no one was studying without sleep and food.

Shouldn't the sudden appearance of a powerful enemy inspire fighting spirit and study hard?

Lu Kong was a little taken aback.

Why not play the cards according to the routine?

Chapter 57: I don't worry if you do things

Every Tivat has its own affairs. The employees of Lukong, from the Church to the Knights to the Adventurers Association, have their own tasks at the stall where the Dongfeng Dragon Tewarin attacked Mond, and they are extremely busy. .

"Injured, are there any injured?"

As soon as Tewarin left, the church opened the door. The Knights of Zephyr quickly changed from leading the people to escape to the role of searchers and rescuers. Nuns appeared on the streets one by one, calming their emotions and cooperating with the Knights to find the wounded.

"Please listen to a gentle song."

Barbara sang softly.

The magic book was flipped, the eyes of God glowed slightly, and the power of the water element covered the wounded, stopping the blood and promoting wound healing.

"call--"

Barbara wiped her sweat.

This is today's No. 12 injured patient. She treated more than a dozen people in succession at a lightning speed. Her elemental power had bottomed out, like low blood pressure, dizziness, and a layer of translucent oil paint splashed in front of her eyes.

"next."

She took a deep breath, the elemental power was not replenished, but forcibly suppressed the tiredness, and ordered herself to devote herself to the treatment work.