Chapter 137: The Mist Saint

On the cliff by the sea.

The woman wearing the silver-plated mask had a slim figure. She was wearing a robe that fit her body tightly and highlighted her curves. She looked at the mercenaries fleeing in panic and giggled, laughing so hard that she was bent over with joy.

"Master Daisy, when you've had enough fun, put away the blue dragon illusion—"

The communication spell of Mistweaver Ellal sounded, and his voice sounded a little worried: "If a master-level extraordinary person is attracted here, this will not be fun!"

The voice of the Mist Saint Daisy sounded charming, and she smiled seductively: "It would be fun to trick the Master as well, hehe~"

The bell-like laughter made Elar's scalp tingle.

In the Mist Sect, no one knows Daisy's real name, and even her title of Saint seems unreliable.

However, Daisy was able to call upon the divinity of the Goddess of Mist, and therefore was recognized by the sect's top leaders.

To be honest, Ellal had no idea who the top leaders of the sect were. The structure of the Mist Sect was quite chaotic, and it was possible for anyone to rise to a high position.

But we are all believers who follow the Way of the Mist, and as long as we are happy enough, nothing else matters.

Although Elar was a little worried that the noise would be too loud, a smile gradually formed on his face as he looked at the chaotic scene on the beach.

However, at this time.

In Elar's eyes, the figure of a silver-haired boy was reflected.

He stood beside the cliff, his clothes fluttering, staring directly at the oppressive adult blue dragon.

"Lord Messenger of God?!" Elar's pupils shrank.

"God's messenger~sir?" Daisy imitated Ellard's exaggerated tone and chuckled, "When did the sect have a God's messenger? How come I didn't know about it?"

Elar thought to himself that the identity of the Lord God's Messenger was certain and even more credible than the identity of the Saint!

After all, the messenger of God had the great feat of instigating a war between the Goddess of Dark Night and the Goddess of Moonlight!

Can other Mist followers do it?

at the same time.

Ye Zhi calmly looked at the adult blue dragon in the air and thought about his plan.

"There must be some Mist followers nearby. In order to consolidate my previously established 'God's Messenger' status, I need to demonstrate my abilities in front of the Mist followers." Ye Zhi thought to himself, "Illusion is exactly what I am good at dealing with. I have two God-given spells, namely, analysis of the opponent and identification. I can deal with this blue dragon illusion!"

Cran Doyle and the writer Lalon looked back in a hurry and found that Yeats and his party were still on the cliff.

“Baron Yeats!” Cran Doyle called out urgently, “The Blue Dragon is definitely not a match for any extraordinary person below the level of a master! Let’s go!”

At the same moment.

A crimson light flashed in Ye Zhi's pupils, sweeping across the blue dragon's body like an infrared scan.

Analyze the opponent and be able to analyze the opponent's weaknesses.

On the blue dragon's forehead, a large magic crystal was shining, and other than that, the blue dragon was made entirely of mist.

“It’s really an illusion!”

Ye Zhi's eyes fixed and he drew his sword.

Boom! !

The adult blue dragon opened its bloody mouth and roared at Ye Zhi, and thunder rushed towards him!

"Master!" Phocas' eyes were filled with horror.

"It's okay." Gray had already seen the clues and was quite calm. "Ye Zhi must have a solution!"

Cran Doyle was sweating profusely, thinking, "It's over! A dignified baron died in my territory!" The next moment.

Crane Doyle's eyes widened.

But see.

A sharp moonlight emerged from the edge of Ye Zhi's sword, and the light pierced through the lightning and rushed towards the blue dragon's forehead.

Snap!

In an instant, the blue dragon's illusion was shattered.

"This is actually an illusion?!"

Crane Doyle was shocked.

"What kind of illusionist can create such a realistic illusion!"

"Even Baron Yeats is incomprehensible..."

"He seemed to have seen at a glance that the blue dragon was not a dragon, and he also possessed a powerful means of restraining illusions!"

On the cliff.

A strange light flashed in Mistweaver Ellal's eyes.

As expected of God’s Messenger, he easily saw through the illusion created by the Saint!

During this ceremony, it is said that the Goddess of the Mist will give an oracle and select the 'new leader' of the Mist Cult.

The Saint Lady also began to become active because of this.

But...Elar's eyes narrowed.

I choose the Lord of God, he is the one that everyone wants! "Huh?"

Daisy, the Saint of the Mist, let out a light exclamation, her slender hands inserted into her slender waist, and there was a hint of curiosity in her charming voice.

"In the name of Mist, this envoy of God you mentioned is quite capable!"

Of course... Ellar complained in his heart... After all, the Lord Messenger of God deceived me back then!

"Hmph, then let me go meet him again and see what other skills he has."

Daisy snorted softly, and her body was shrouded in mist and disappeared in an instant.

Ellal was thoughtful.

By the way, as long as the Saint Lady is also deceived, then my being deceived will not be considered a scandal! On the beach.

The mercenaries were safe and sound, but they were running out of breath.

A dwarf looked at the silver-haired boy who defeated the blue dragon on the cliff with shocked eyes and could not speak clearly.

"Boss, did you see that? He, he defeated an adult blue dragon with just one move!?"

Leading the group was a woman from the Isu tribe, the blonde, lion-eared queen Helga, with a muscular body, strong long legs, bronze muscles that exuded the beauty of power, and a pair of axes on her back.

The emblem on the armor represents the 'Scorpion-Lion Mercenary Group', a well-known and powerful mercenary group in the southern continent, with branches in various kingdoms.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Helga's eyes flickered, and after a moment's thought, she said hoarsely, "That seemed to be an illusion, so the boy was able to break it so easily..."

Helga thought to herself… But being able to identify and dispel illusions in just a few breaths is already quite amazing!

Next to the temple.

The writer Lalon is writing furiously on a pamphlet.

Crane Doyle looked sideways and saw Laron write:

"That day, Baron Yeats showed his masterly style and killed the dragon with one strike!"

Kelan was speechless and said, "What he killed was clearly an illusion, right?"

Lalon said calmly: "Mr. Crane, you know, this is an exaggerated rhetoric, only in this way can it sell well!"

Clan: “…”

If you can publish books, publish more!

The blue dragon illusion dissipated, and a large magic crystal fell from it. Ye Zhi estimated that it was worth at least more than a thousand gold coins! Seeing that the magic crystal was about to sink into the sea, the snowy owl fell from the clouds like an arrow, grabbed the magic crystal, and brought it back to Ye Zhi steadily.

"Gu~" The snowy owl tilted its head back, its little yellow eyes full of pride.

Ye Zhi was very happy that his snowy owl even had the ability to pick up items! The Mist Saint Daisy was in a seaside cave, looking at the silver-haired boy, and whispered to herself: "I only saw it when I got closer... This messenger is so handsome, he is qualified to be the messenger of the god of love..."

but.

He hasn't noticed my existence yet.

It seems that the vigilance ability of this messenger of God is not that good?

Daisy was thinking.

A huge whirlpool formed above the sea, and from the whirlpool emerged another adult blue dragon that looked similar to the blue dragon just now! "Oh? Are you using illusions to fight back against me now?"

Daisy looked at the blue dragon with interest, then fell silent, her body trembling slightly.

How is this possible? This blue dragon was not condensed by the Goddess of Mist? Daisy was shocked to find that she could not see through the illusion created by the Goddess! On the cliff.

The reappearance of the blue dragon made Ye Zhi's eyes change slightly.

It's over. The divinity of the goddess of mist in my body has not responded! This seems to be a blue dragon that has appeared out of nowhere!

The blue dragon flapped its wings, thunder swirled around its body, and a terrifying aura enveloped the entire sea, and the sky became gloomy.

Lalon and Clan seemed much more relaxed, talking and laughing.

"It looks like this is another blue dragon illusion?"

"Yes, Baron Ye Zhi can make a fortune from magic crystals again!"

At this time, Ye Zhi passed by the two of them like the wind: ─=≡Σ(Д`)

Lalon and Cran looked at Yeats who was escaping into the distance, with bewildered expressions on their faces.

Yeats ran back from the edge of the cliff to Gray and Fokasse, calling on them to run away together.

"This isn't a real blue dragon either, Yeats." Gray said seriously, "This blue dragon must be fake too!"

Ye Zhi was stunned and asked, "How can you be sure?"

"Because real blue dragons are not like this—"

Gray waved her hands and said, "No one knows dragons better than me!"

"But this dragon doesn't look like an illusion." Ye Zhi said in a strange tone.

Gray thought for a moment and tilted her head to ask, "Could it be a 'mirage'? Just like what Baron Cran mentioned just now, it's not caused by magic, but by natural weather?"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to Yeats' mind, like a detective being accidentally enlightened by his assistant.

He stared at the sea surface below the blue dragon, where there was a faint shadow. Suddenly, the corresponding food information emerged in his mind! "Got it!"

Yeats exclaimed.

"This is a shallow sea monster that can create mirages—"

"Mirage!"

(End of this chapter)