Chapter 405 Armored Giant Bear

The blue sky is as clear as a crystal gem, dotted with fluffy white clouds like cotton candy.

Crown was training in flying. He was seen doing all kinds of tricks in the air, sometimes diving down and sometimes rising rapidly.

His speed and agility are even greater than those of birds, and he can even fly backwards, which birds can never do.

The rose-gold wings reflect brilliant light in the sunlight, like a lighthouse, announcing its existence to the outside world.

The hourglass of time rang in his sea of ​​consciousness. It was the 'bell for the end of get out of class'. Clown had been practicing for an hour, and the training mission for the day was over.

His wings flapped gently, and his whole body floated in the air. A golden wall was summoned, and a golden-purple light shone in his eyes.

[Flying Magic: 43768/50000; Level 4]

[Spear of the Sun: 9562/100000; Level 1]

This was the result of his training during the time Eliza was away. The two skills only took him an hour a day, so his progress was acceptable.

What made Clown dissatisfied was that there had been no progress at all in creating the secret method to refine his spiritual power.

He created several secret techniques and developed skills through practice, but they were of no use and his mental strength showed no sign of increasing.

These skills reached their limits at a speed that astonished him, which was beyond his expectation.

After careful consideration, he came to a conclusion: The Golden Light Mantra is also a secret method for tempering mental strength, and its effect is very strong.

Even the Golden Light Spell couldn't do anything about it, so there was no way the secret technique he casually created would be able to work.

He was in an awkward situation with no way out. These days he got the Flame Bible and studied it carefully, hoping to find some clues that could inspire him.

On the wall of Hamers City, two soldiers were talking.

One of them pointed to the sky and said, "Jill, do you see that ball of golden light? Bishop Crown is practicing flying again!"

Another person responded with a smile: "We can see this scene every morning. If the Catholic adults don't show up, I guess everyone will be uncomfortable."

"Once, a patrol team member said he saw the bishop testing his attack skills in the wild, with explosions echoing in the valley and thick smoke rising.

This kind of attack capability is equivalent to dispatching an airship bombing squadron."

"The abilities of high-level transcendents far exceed ours. There is no comparison. Bishop Crown is the most powerful person in our church. His rise was as fast as lightning."

Jill paused, looked around, and said in a low voice:

"Solo, do you think Bishop Crown can take the step that the extraordinary people dream of most?"

Solo said with a simple face: "What is the most coveted step for a superhuman? My most coveted step is to advance to the third level of superhuman. I will be satisfied if I can become a captain.

In that case, when I propose to Jenny next door, her snobbish father will never dare to reject me again. "

Jill bared his teeth and said angrily, "Silly boy, isn't it our greatest dream to reach the level of a god?! People should have dreams! What if they come true?"

Solo shook his head and said seriously, "It's not that I don't have a dream, but I know it's just a dream and it's impossible to achieve it."

"Silly boy, why tell the truth? Isn't it better to daydream? Lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife."

Jill looked at his companion deeply and turned away.

The Kingdom of Hinterland, the city of Bilvia.

The meeting hall in the Stormspire was unusually noisy.

The large-scale migration plan proposed by Pope Anthony shocked all the cardinals attending the meeting.

“Your Majesty, the Stormspire is the symbol of the Church and the best anchor point for the coming of our Lord’s Kingdom.

If we implement the migration plan, it would be equivalent to announcing our incompetence to the entire continent, which is absolutely unacceptable."

"I agree with Bishop Jess. If we voluntarily withdraw from the city of Bilvia, the church will probably not be able to gain a foothold on the continent. Other churches will not regard us as allies and will unite to exclude us. In this way..."

"What's this and that?" Anthony interrupted the other party rudely and said viciously: "Currently, the evil god with the most active followers on the continent is Cthulhu. Because of the geographical location of the Kingdom of Sintland, we have suffered most of the attacks from Cthulhu's forces.

But look at what our so-called allies have done? They sold us strategic materials, and when we were almost unable to hold on, they still didn't forget to make money from our gold spirit coins.

In the past few years, we have only received support from other churches once.

A few years ago, the Farouk Kingdom, which we considered a wild land, sent a force of several hundred second-level extraordinary people. I fought alongside this force.

After the death of His Majesty Osman of the Church of the Lord of Fire, the troops were recalled to the country by the new Pope Arthur.

The attacks of the evil forces are becoming more and more fierce. We had a very hard time fighting on the last night of the red moon.

Although the enemy has not breached our defenses, the energy reserves in the Stormspire are being consumed faster than they can be replenished.

If the protective array does not have enough energy to charge, I don't need to explain what the consequences will be, right? ! "

"Your Majesty, if we give up, the first to suffer will be the Kingdom of Ribia.

Right now, the Church of the God of Knowledge, the Church of the God of Life, and the Church of the God of Harvest are closely connected. If we offend one, we will offend all three. We will be suppressed in many ways, both overtly and covertly. "

The young Bishop Karls sneered and said:

"Sir Norton, we are in a precarious situation now, how can we care about so many things! Suppression from other churches? Let's wait until they have dealt with the increasingly crazy minions of the evil god.

As long as we remain strong enough after the jihad, the so-called suppression is a joke."

"Carls, you must be respectful to your elders. You were not even born when I became a bishop!"

“Hehe, when I advanced to the silver priest, it seems that you had not yet stepped into this level? You only advanced to the silver and became a member of the College of Cardinals half a month ago. What qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson?”

"That's enough, Carls. Sir Norton is your senior after all. Although he is a little weaker, you still have to respect him."

Anthony looked serious and solemn, but he was very happy in his heart.

Many bishops took advantage of their seniority and sometimes even challenged him as the Pope, which had long been a source of dissatisfaction for him.

Now that Carls had said what he wanted to say but couldn't, he was very happy in his heart, because the other party's path would be easier in the future.

"Well"

Norton's face flushed red. What does "not strong enough" mean? Is that something you can say to someone's face? I don't want to save face? He never thought about it. He didn't give others face, so why should others give him face?

Anthony clenched his fists, slammed the table, and said:

"In ten days, it will be the next red moon night.

If we are attacked with anything like the intensity of the last attack, I will exercise the Pope's prerogative and order the relocation."

He paused, slowly looked around the room, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then said:

"If someone is unwilling to leave, I will not take him away by force. Instead, I will leave him with enough resources and let him hold on to the Stormspire. Let's see how long he can protect my Lord."

Kars shouted: "Your Majesty is wise."

The weather is clear and cloudless.

The airship was moving steadily. Eliza leaned on the railing in front of the viewing window, staring at the scenery passing by below her feet.

Now, she especially likes to stand on high places and look into the distance, which broadens her vision and her mind.

Looking at the things under her feet that seemed to have shrunk many times, she felt that no mountains and rivers could stop her.

On this trip to the family's ancestral land, things went relatively smoothly. After the family elders debated for a few days, they finally decided to use a secret method to exchange with them.

Now that the task was accomplished, she felt even happier.

At this time, Purinton came in and said with a smile: "So you are here. I went to your room to look for you but couldn't find you."

The McLean family attached great importance to this matter and sent the strongest person in the family as the plenipotentiary representative to negotiate with Crown in order to maximize the benefits.

Eliza smiled politely:

“Looking at the mountains and water passing by, I feel relaxed.

You want to talk to me about something? Lina definitely doesn't want you to do this."

"You know, she's jealous of you."

Plimpton walked to the window and said with a smile:

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

“This is my third trip to Farouk’s Kingdom, and the destination is the same place.

Haha, it happened three times in less than a year. You know why it happened.

So, there are a lot of people who are jealous of you, and that’s as it should be.”

Eliza covered her mouth and laughed: "It's not my fault, no one wanted to go at that time.

Freya and I were willing to go because we knew that there would be no better choice if we stayed in the family."

She secretly shook her head in her heart. She was the only one who went there voluntarily. Freya went there to escape certain things and stay away from her family's ancestral home. The other party could make her own decisions.

“This is fate.”

Purinton sighed and turned to look at Eliza:

"What belongs to you, no one can take it away.

I just asked the airship captain, and he said that it will take another two days to reach the Kingdom of Farouk, and at most three days for us to reach the city of Hamers.

I really want to see the Moon Soul Spirit Light Formation you mentioned soon, and feel whether the formation is as magical as you said."

"You will definitely not be disappointed. During the day, the feeling is very weak and you won't be able to detect it unless you calm down and feel it carefully.

When night falls, as the moonlight shines on the castle, you will find that your blood is slowly boiling and your body is beginning to be tempered. "

Eliza's voice was filled with joy, and she couldn't help but feel happy whenever she thought of bathing in the moonlight at night.

It is the throbbing brought by the blood and the deepest desire of the body's instinct.

She looked into Plimpton's eyes and said solemnly:

“I asked other people, and with only a few exceptions, they didn’t feel that way.

These people who have feelings are all members of the McLean family, and their blood concentration reaches a certain ratio.

This is a magical gift that even the Moon God has never bestowed, and it will surely bring glory to the McLean family.

I think that just relying on the Moon Soul Spirit Light Formation is worth the family's exchange of advanced secret techniques."

Purinton was immediately shocked: "Why didn't you tell us from the beginning that the magic circle had such an effect?"

“My original plan was to speak up if the family rejected the proposal for the secret exchange.

But I said this at the beginning, will you believe it? "

Plimpton grinned and said nothing. If the other party had said this at the beginning, they would not have believed it.

He suddenly realized something and said:

"That's not right. Why didn't Aunt Audrey report this to the family?"

"That's what I asked for, because my full name now is Eliza McLean Moya."

Eliza revealed a hint of pride. She was now the mistress of the Moya family, and it was normal for her to do so for her own benefit.

"You did the right thing," Plimpton nodded.

People should do things that are appropriate to their position. Only by doing so can they go further.

The other party is now not only the daughter who walked out of the McLean family, but also other characters.

"By the way, will the cultists leave the Andes this year? Do you have a special early warning system?"

The last time he followed the troops to fight against cultists, he saw a scene he would never forget.

Two fifth-level soul-eating jellyfish were swallowed by a mass of silent, deep black, and never appeared again.

Such a powerful killing force instantly conquered his heart.

This deadly black ball was actually formed by the collision of a golden light ball and a silver light ball, which made him even more puzzled.

Eliza was silent for two seconds, then said, "We don't need to worry about attacks from cultists this year. They launched an attack more than half a month ago, resulting in heavy losses.

The cultists lost a sixth-tier evil god, four fifth-tier transcendents, more than ten fourth-tier transcendents, and several hundred third-tier enemies."

"What?"

Purinton opened his mouth wide. How come the family didn't get the news of such explosive news?

If there are such strong results, there is no need to hide them.

As the head of the family branch, Audrey's intelligence work was completely negligent! Hammers City, Moya Castle.

The huge monster Arcturus lay obediently on the ground, with its little tail wagging quickly.

Crown made a suit of armor and was trying it on the tamed beast.

In fact, it cannot be said to be forged, because the material used is the bronze in the Fire Cube, and he directly kneaded it with his hands.

He only needed to take a few glances at the northern giant bear to know the size of a certain part, which was much more efficient than making traditional armor.

Although he has outstanding skills, the efficiency of hand-tying is not enough to see the exhaust gas of pinching equipment.

This is a full body armor that covers most of the vital parts. The bronze that has been smudged with gold print is not bright but has a matte finish.

A spike as thick as an arm and as long as a palm was added to the helmet, and two rows of small spikes appeared on the back.

One advantage of armor made using the Fire Cube is that it is not afraid of wear and tear. If damaged, it can be replaced on the spot, making it quick and convenient.

(End of this chapter)