Chapter 250: Hyperion's Bizarre Adventure

The other side of the far northwest of the Northern Continent.

The northern part of the Kingdom of Aethertalan.

The sunlight shines through the dense tree canopy, dancing with the golden dust floating in the air, giving the morning in the forest a soft sheen. As the morning mist slowly dissipates, the city-state gradually wakes up.

The royal capital of Gedalia is deeply integrated with the fairy-like woods and lakes that surround it. Whether it is the architectural style, urban planning or the lifestyle of the residents, it maintains a harmonious relationship with nature, retaining the natural characteristics while embodying the wisdom of modern technology.

People on the streets began to get busy. Some messengers riding huge bird mounts hurried past, their light armor shining in the sun.

Water flows in wooden canals, passing through every corner of the city and nourishing the land.

This huge country is full of inclusiveness. Along the way, you can see residents with completely different appearances and racial characteristics, but they will not be surprised by each other.

Aethertalan was originally a federal kingdom composed of multiple ethnic groups, which determined that their culture was incompatible with the Protoss Empire.

Although it is not as advanced as the Protoss in magic engineering, but in pure magic and combat, due to its deep heritage and diversity of magical texts, its combat capability is also quite strong. It is one of the few powerful countries in the Northern Continent that can directly resist the Protoss Empire.

Deep in the city, beside a clear lake surrounded by trees, stands a towering temple.

Suddenly, a slight vibration was heard from the peaceful sky above the temple, followed by a low hum. As the sound gradually grew louder, a medium-sized passenger dragon slowly descended from the sky. Its wings flapped, stirring up fallen leaves and dust on the ground.

Finally, the flying dragon stopped steadily in the distance in front of the temple, and several figures jumped down from it.

The leading priest wore a spotless white robe with golden lines embroidered on the edges. He walked in front to lead the way.

Behind him followed an executioner wearing heavy armor and a red cloak and a paladin in shining silver armor.

It was obvious that the three of them had high status in the church. As soon as they came down, clergymen passing by greeted them, but they were all particularly respectful to the last guest.

"Miss Hyperion, we will take you to see the Saint."

The priest said respectfully.

“…”

Hyperion looked at the temple with a complicated expression.

At this moment, she had already taken off her disguise and returned to her original appearance with silver hair and amber eyes.

"Oh, okay."

Hyperion sighed and followed her three old acquaintances into the magnificent temple.

To explain why I stayed with the three of them as soon as I arrived in the Northern Continent, we have to start from that shipwreck.

Hyperion never expected that her and Lanci's journey to the Northern Continent would go terribly astray. She actually drifted to the disaster zone and had to bypass that area, and then came directly to the border of the Kingdom of Aethertalan.

At first, the local residents suspected her of being a stowaway or spy from the Protoss Empire. Fortunately, she had a strong ability to escape and quickly got rid of the guards.

Then she learned about the bizarre situation in the Northern Continent. She found that it was even more difficult for a person like her without an identity to take a single step in the Kingdom of Aethertalan.

So she simply went directly to the temple of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in the border city-state and asked to see the three gods.

The three of them are now quite famous in the Kingdom of Aethertalan. It seems that after the shadow world, they not only advanced to the sixth level, but also became the main clergy to clean up the evil cults in the country.

With the help of the priests of the border city-state church, three close friends who heard that the spiritual mentor from the southern continent was coming rushed to the border town overnight.

When they found Hyperion, they invited her to the temple of the Church of the Goddess of Fate in the capital of Aethertalan.

In addition to helping her obtain the official identity of the Kingdom of Aethertalan in the royal capital, it is said that there is also an order from the saint.

The Saint wanted to meet this half-demon.

"Speaking of which, Saint Lady, why do you want to see me?"

Walking in the temple, Hyperion asked with a guilty conscience.

Just the sound of footsteps echoing in the empty hall made her feel uneasy.

She was always worried that Lanqi had done something too sinful... and the Saint was going to settle accounts with her...

"Please rest assured, the Saint Lady just heard that you are a half-demon with silver hair and amber eyes, so she told us, please bring you to see her."

The priest said this in the same gentle tone.

"That's good."

Hyperion now looked at the three and it seemed to her that they were normal again, which was a symptom of the late stage of Ranci - they seemed to be back to normal instead.

As long as she doesn't take the blame for Lanqi, it's fine. She really can't bear this big blame.

I don’t know what happened to Lanqi, the culprit of all this.

Hyperion was worried all day.

The great poet also comforted her, saying that Lanqi would be fine. After all, if Lanqi died, the great poet would also die.

With the Great Love Poet on her, she can always find Lanqi. As long as she is within a certain distance, the Great Love Poet can sense Lanqi. But if Lanqi is now in the territory of the Protoss Empire, she doesn't know how to get in.

The four of them walked along the solemn space inside the temple. From time to time, sunlight of varying brightness shone through the stained glass dome, forming pieces of colorful light and shadow.

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

The stone pillars surrounding the hall are arched high and inlaid with exquisite reliefs, each of which tells an ancient story.

Finally, they came to a huge door deep in the temple.

The stone material of the gate seems to be made of pure white jade and deep gray stone interwoven together. Even before stepping into the door, you can feel the cool atmosphere inside.

The priest guarding the door saluted the three clergymen and Hyperion, then knocked on the stone door.

"Lady Saint, Miss Hyperion is here."

"Come in."

A soft voice that seemed to contain frost floated out from the door.

Hyperion quickly said goodbye to the three priests and pushed open the heavy door.

The wide hall in front of me, several meters high, looks like an exquisite private library, with church scriptures on all four walls.

Sitting on the sofa in the meeting area in the center was a woman with white hair and silver eyes.

Her face was as flawless as a sculpture, and her posture was as graceful as an elf under the moonlight. Only her breathing proved that she was not a perfect work of art, but a living being.

What surprised Hyperion the most was that she was not wearing any disguise. Even though some people might not be sure of the race of this saint, Hyperion could tell at a glance.

The Saint is also a half-demon. She has no horns on her head, and the only demon feature is the slightly pointed ear horns.

But Hyperion had never seen such a beautiful demon. Rather than saying she was a devil, it would be better to say that she was as pure as a snow elf.

"Many years ago, before I became the Saint of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, people called me the Ice Witch. I was once a great demon."

As if she had noticed Hyperion's confusion, she said calmly.

Although the saint's eyes were filled with arrogance and indifference, as if she wanted to push everyone away thousands of miles away, there was also a deep tenderness hidden in them, which made Hyperion feel relieved for the time being.

"Lady Saint, may I ask what you want to see me about?"

Hyperion asked straight to the point, as long as it had nothing to do with Lanqi.

"Before that, I have a question."

The Ice Witch stared at Hyperion.

"What is your relationship with Ifatia, or Talia?"

(End of this chapter)