Chapter 415 The Soft Queen (2)

Mirabelle happily took the magic scroll of hymn, and her eyes looked at Ron more and more blurred.

She even forgot about the injury on her wrist, but this man noticed it. It seems that this man is not only handsome and powerful, but also considerate, caring and gentle...

Sure enough, when a girl is interested in you, you don’t even need to do anything special. Everything you do will become your advantage and a plus point for you.

Just like Mirabelle now, she always feels that the more she looks at the young man in front of her, the more she likes him.

But this is not surprising. After all, Mirabelle has lived in such an environment since she was a child. There is almost no confidant around her. Even the maid who takes care of her on weekdays is arranged by Heferson.

This was the first time Mirabelle had enjoyed the tender care of others since her mother's death.

She didn't say anything and silently spread out the magic scroll. The soft and warm light enveloped her slender and fragile body. The warm feeling made Mirabelle let out a subtle moan.

She had never felt so comfortable as she did now, as if all the pain in her body had disappeared.

If there really is a paradise in this world, it would probably be like this, right? The bones of the shattered wrist grew back, the fingers that lost control began to tremble slightly, and even the internal organs that were shattered by the pursuit gradually healed.

Although her magic power has not yet recovered, at least it is no longer as weak as before. The healing ability of the hymn is really strong. As long as she is not dead, she can most likely be brought back to life.

"Stay away for now. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it after we kill this guy." Ron exhaled and spoke slowly.

Mirabelle's burning gaze made Ron feel very uncomfortable, and he felt uneasy all over.

Why did Mirabelle become like this? This is different from the game.

In the game, Ron has conquered Mirabelle.

In the Dusk Continent, the direction of the plot in the Forest of Elves is already very different from that in the game. In the game, there is no Heferson controlling the power of the elves, and Mirabelle, the Queen of the Elf, is also an absolutely powerful character.

Moreover, in the game, the player met Mirabelle in the third expansion pack. At that time, seven or eight years had passed in the game, and Mirabelle had been sitting on the throne of the Elf Queen for five or six years.

Being a queen for a long time also made Mirabelle develop the temperament of a superior.

The Elf Queen in the game is much sexier and more mature than Little Miss Labelle in front of her. Her temperament is also more noble and cold. She is a standard queen. It can be said that she is recognized as one of the most difficult characters to conquer.

She is decisive and ruthless in killing.

As a queen with real power, she must compete with the second-generation high priest and the Pope of the Church of the Mother of All Things for the supreme authority of the elves. Therefore, Mirabelle is scheming and even full of tricks.

Everything she does and every decision she makes is based on her own interests. In the game, Mirabelle can easily see through the intentions behind whatever the player does. If the player is not careful, the Elf Queen will play with them.

There is only one way to completely conquer the Elf Queen, and that is to first push the Elf Queen into the abyss of despair, and then rescue her. Only in this way can the Elf Queen's pride be suppressed and the Elf Queen's heart can be completely won!

Could it be that being forced to become the Holy Father's bride and the irresistible oppression had pushed Mirabelle into the abyss, and experiencing that kind of despair in advance had directly smoothed out the arrogance deep in Mirabelle's heart?

So, Mirabelle has become so soft now?

After hearing Ron's words, Mirabelle just said "oh" obediently, and then quickly stepped back. Although she also wanted to fight alongside Ron, she knew very well that her strength was nothing compared to the Holy Father.

Staying by Ron's side, not only could she not be of any help, but she would even cause Ron to be distracted from taking care of herself. She was simply a burden.

Although she was somewhat unwilling, Mirabelle was not stupid enough to dwell on such matters.

The soft and obedient appearance even gave Ron an illusion, and he seriously doubted whether this elf was really Mirabelle. Although he was surprised, Ron quickly calmed down. After all, there was a Holy Father in front of him, watching him closely. Ron knew very well that now was not the time to worry about these trivial matters. He looked ahead a few dozen meters away, and the Holy Father still stared at him with his dark red eyes wide open.

That resentful look was like the most terrifying poisonous snake.

All his internal organs were shattered into a pulp, his arms were cut off, and his chest and abdomen were torn apart. Although the injuries looked extremely exaggerated, they were not too serious for the Holy Father.

Countless gray-black mists entangled the Holy Father's body, like black silk threads, reconnecting the two torn pieces of flesh between the chest and abdomen. On both sides of the wound, the scarlet flesh seemed to have its own life, and was slowly wriggling in an extremely strange way and reconnecting together.

At the site of the broken arm, dense granulation tissue on the wound grew rapidly like orange segments, forming new bones and new flesh.

It's a bit similar to Greyandre's immortality, but his recovery ability is much stronger.

It is a destructive-level existence. Even without using healing magic, its self-recovery ability is very exaggerated.

The scarlet tongue kept sweeping across the cracked lips. He wished he could skin Ron alive, but the Holy Father was no fool. He knew that the enemy in front of him was not easy to deal with. It would not do him any good to act rashly.

He lacked combat experience and for a moment he didn't know how to deal with an enemy like Ron.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

However, the Holy Father also has an advantage, that is, no matter what the situation is, once he cannot handle it, then... call on God the Father.

The supreme Father God can always give him guidance at the most critical moment. If the Father God's gift comes, the Holy Father believes that no matter what kind of enemy it is, he can easily deal with it.

Thinking of this, the Holy Father no longer hesitated. He suddenly raised his head, his round eyes widened, his face turned towards the gray sky, and the most crazy howl came out of his open mouth.

The obese body twitched violently as if it was electrocuted, and its limbs were dancing in an indescribable frequency and posture.

“Ouch!”

"hold head high!"

"ah!"

"Cry..."

What came out of his mouth was not a spell, but a series of incomprehensible syllables, like a cry of pain, or a roar of despair.

As the Holy Father roared, circles of impact continued to spread from the fat body.

Then, the holy mountain beneath his feet began to tremble.

Indescribable pressure suddenly descended from the sky.

The terrifying pressure instantly enveloped Ron's entire body. The extreme oppression even made Ron feel that breathing had become extremely difficult. He also raised his head to the sky. In the gray sky, Ron seemed to see a hazy shadow floating in the clouds.

Chapter 2 　　 　 (End of this chapter)