Chapter 150: More Arrogant Than the Lord of Arrogance
The Eyeless Demon had a look of fear on his face, as if he had seen a ghost, and his pale forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Little brother, do you want to see what you summoned? ! Next to the silver-haired boy, a tall silver-haired man wearing a silver-white robe appeared.
The man had long silver-white hair that reached his waist, and his handsome and indifferent face was enough to drive any human being crazy. He was like the most perfect creation, with six pairs of wings spread behind him.
The terrifying feeling of oppression made the air heavy.
The Eyeless Demon wished he could kneel down to the silver-haired man right then and there.
Even if Lord Sariel himself came, he would have to bow his head and beg for mercy!
Ye Zhi was also a little dazed, looking at the profile of the silver-haired man, shocked.
He's almost as handsome as me? This emperor-like look, the arrogant demeanor of a demon king, and every strand of silver hair has been carefully carved. This character is worthy of being recorded in the history of human game modeling.
This is Lucifer, the Lord of Hell, who is also known as "Little Yego"! The story of Lucifer has spread widely.
Formerly known as Lucifer, he was a ruthless man who dared to defy God, led angels to wage war against the Kingdom of God, and after falling into hell, he was able to climb to the throne of hell alone.
The King of the Wild Hunt had mentioned Lucifer to Yeats earlier, but the way he appeared made Yeats confused, thinking:
"Why can the guardian beast summon Lucifer as a beast?"
The Eyeless Demon was a hundred times more shocked than Ye Zhi.
The illusions summoned by the 'Guardian Fantasy Beast' are bizarre and varied, but they are often a true reflection of the summoner's inner world.
Looking around at the silver-haired boy and Lucifer standing coldly, the Eyeless Demon felt strange.
The true reaction of your inner world is the Lord of Hell, right?
You kid, you are quite arrogant! In the eye sockets of the eyeless demon, the two eyes belonging to the "evil eye" Sariel shot out a purple death gaze.
The illusion of Lucifer drew out a rapier as bright as the morning star and slashed it with ease.
The sword's power seemed to be able to cut even light.
The suffocating feeling of death enveloped the Eyeless Demon. His face was filled with horror and a roar of fear came out of his throat, but his body became stiff and he could only watch the silver sword approaching closer and closer!
Squeak~ The Eyeless Demon hugged his bleeding face and screamed:
"How is this possible?! How can an illusion have such power! You and the Lord of Pride both have silver hair, what are your origins!"
Yeats looked up at the sky.
The words of the Eyeless Demon served as a reminder to myself.
As the Lord of Hell, it is unclear whether Lucifer is a friend or an enemy.
However, he and the Holy Light have already formed a mortal feud, and Lucifer is at war with the Holy Light to the death. The enemy of his enemy is half an ally.
If conditions permit, I can try to establish a friendship with Lucifer and try some friendship skills...
Having said that.
Ye Zhi was truly amazed that the guardian fantasy beast could exert such powerful strength.
But this power cannot appear out of thin air.
Ye Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Lucifer's back, and a bold guess came to his mind.
Clang! Clang! Clang! The illusion of Lucifer slashed out with sword light, graceful and deadly, like flowing mercury.
Although the Eyeless Demon had Sariel's pair of eyes, he could only be crushed unilaterally. He got more and more scars on his body and finally let out a sigh.
"I don't believe anyone can summon the Lord of Pride. This must be an illusion. I don't believe it!"
Boom! The Eyeless Demon fell in a pool of blood, dying miserably.
But the two eyeballs in his eye sockets, belonging to the 'evil eye' Sariel, had not lost their vitality. Instead, they popped out like springs, one in front and one behind, trying to escape.
The illusion of Lucifer leaned over to pick up the two eyeballs, holding them in his hands and looking at them.
Seeing that “He” seemed to have his own consciousness, Ye Zhi tried to strike up a conversation, “How did you become my fantasy beast?”
Lucifer spoke in a cold voice: "Guess."
The tone did not sound like that of a cold and arrogant lord, but reminded Ye Zhi of a familiar figure.
Ye Zhi was shocked by his own thoughts and said in a strange tone: "You are... the goddess of mist?"
"Lucifer" turned his head and gazed at Yeats calmly.
After a while, the mist covering his face dissipated, and a series of crisp laughs rang out.
Ye Zhi looked at the tall figure and opened his eyes wide in shock.
The tall beauty had long, slightly curly smoky-gray hair that fell to her slender waist. She was wearing a silk robe, her dark eyes were charming, and there was a hint of joyful smile on her face.
"Ahaha, I was discovered by you~"
Ye Zhi was stunned for a moment and spoke incoherently: "No, wait, aren't you Daisy?!"
The figure standing before him was none other than Daisy, the Mist Saint whom he had met once at the Mist Festival!
Ye Zhi was shocked...but why did she call herself the Goddess of Mist?
Daisy rolled her eyes at Yeats charmingly and chuckled, "Can't you see it? Otherwise, how could you become the chosen one, and why would I appear here?"
So far.
When all the clues came together, Yeats suddenly realized.
No wonder the Goddess of the Mist chose Daisy as the Chosen One after she tasted the snake-necked turtle stew.
Please...collect 6...9...books...!
No wonder I can summon Lucifer as a fantasy beast...Ye Zhi said:
"So, you pretended to be the Lord of Pride in order to deceive Sariel's followers?"
“That’s just part of the reason.”
Daisy crossed her arms, her wrinkles were white, and she said seriously: "The guardian beast can reflect your inner heart, and arrogance is the true reflection of your heart!"
Ye Zhi: “…”
Then why wasn't the Lord of Lust summoned?
What a pity...
It was beyond Yeats's expectation that Daisy was actually the human form of the goddess of mist, but thanks to her, this trip to Pan's labyrinth was safe and sound.
Yeats thanked her sincerely.
Daisy blinked her dark eyes: "I should be the one thanking you... Thanks to you, I was able to find these ownerless divinities."
"No master divinity?" Ye Zhi was stunned. "You mean, the divinity of Pan?"
Daisy nodded and looked back at the altar with a look of regret.
"Pan is dead."
Daisy said to Yeats:
"After his death, the Light will relegate him to the status of a demon. He will not be the first to die, nor will he be the last."
There was a hint of empathetic sadness in Daisy's tone.
Yeats originally thought that Pan was the evil god of hell, but the truth does not seem to be as simple as recorded in the book.
"The death of Pan means the decline of the ancient gods and the end of an era of worshipping nature." Daisy said slowly, "and the arrival of another era."
"As for whether this era is bright or dark..."
Daisy raised her dark eyes, reflecting the figure of the silver-haired boy, and smiled faintly: "Yeats, this depends on your generation of humans."
As she talked, mist spread around her, greedily devouring the remaining divinity in the maze.
Boom!
The altar suddenly cracked, and a panpipe-shaped instrument floated out from it, surrounded by waves of tranquility and peace.
Ye Zhi was surprised when he saw the pan flute slowly falling into his hands from the mist.
"Pan's Flute: Epic. The panpipe made of reeds by the shepherd god Pan. When the wind blows, it will play a sad melody. Using this flute can calm conflicts, hypnotize creatures, and heal injuries. Enchantment: Shepherd's Afternoon."
"Faun's Afternoon: Country music played on Pan's flute can increase the yield of crops within the casting range for a year."
"This is for you, Yeats." Daisy smiled slightly, "Just consider it as a meeting gift."
Ye Zhi's eyes lit up.
This is a magical tool for farming, it’s more useful than fertilizer.
No loss, no evaporation, Morning Frost Ridge no longer needs to import food!
(End of this chapter)