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The figure above his head made a low, hoarse sound, and the huge eight-legged landed smoothly without making a sound. She turned around, and the hideous spider body on the lower half of her body could not hide the beauty of her upper body, which even the elves would look at.

Yes, she's a half-human, half-spider monster.

Although her expression was calm and her words did not reveal a hint of murderous intent, Monia still quietly grasped the short sword at her waist, ready to trigger a short-distance disordered space jump. For this kind of monster that has survived from the first age of the primeval era, the little mage actually has a way.

As long as there is a chance to speak.

"I ......"

"I don't want to listen to your clumsy explanations, Elf!" Sure enough, as soon as she spoke, the spider feet of the half-human, half-spider beautiful woman turned into a sharp blade and slashed at her, "Lack of sleep is the enemy of beauty...... Hey? ”

This slash came too quickly, too suddenly, and the little mage had no way to escape from this mortal situation, except for ...... Use the space spell attached to Kohler's escape dagger. But even so, when the little mage reacted, the sharp sword foot was only a palm away from her, and at the moment of jumping, she could almost feel the cold of the knife foot and her body.

"Spatial Leap of Disorder? You have a good teacher, Master. ”

Monia didn't answer the other party's question, and in shock, she looked up, suppressed her fear, and called out the real name of the half-spider woman: "Arachne!" Arachne the Webweaver! ”

"Hey, there are still mages in this day and age who remember my real name," the half-human, half-spider woman's voice softened slightly, as if reminiscing about the primeval past, and then she spoke, "Although it is glad that someone remembers me, the child who disturbs the lady's nap will be punished!" ”

The little mage had never intended to fight such a near-immortal creature from the beginning, even if she became a high-level mage now, or even an archmage, she had no chance of winning. All she had to do was be simple, to calm this guy down.

Now, Arachne, who has gradually calmed down from the disturbed wake-up breath, is already an object to communicate with. As long as she can communicate, she is sure that she will let go of her hostility completely.

That's right, Araknee the Webweaver was one of the strongest in the First Age, one of the strongest under the legend, and even a mage included them in the legendary creatures...... But don't forget! In the First Age, there is only one true master, and that is the Creator of all things, the primordial elves!

Two legends of the Elven Empire followed their teachings and wrote their real names under the stars, and legendary creatures like Arachne also incarnated as humans to open their wisdom under their enlightenment. It was a golden age when man and god lived together, there was no war, no hunger.

It's a pity that that era was like a dream, and after the fall of the primordial elves, it turned into a dream bubble in a blink of an eye.

"Little one, what are you doing?"

A hoarse, low, demonic voice rang out of her ears, and Arachne swirled her tightly around her. The little mage did not panic, but just looked into the eyes of the half-human, half-spider webweaver, and said word by word: "In the name of Minerva, follow the covenant of the bloodline, and retreat, Arachne." ”

The tone is flat, but there is an unmistakable toughness.

The near-invincible Webweaver retreated uncontrollably, and she raised her head to look at the little mage whose eyebrows glittered, her expression changing from initial anger to disbelief and finally to indescribable surprise and fanaticism.

"It's ...... Bloodline Pact! ”

The effect of the Bloodline Covenant lasted only a brief moment, and Arakne looked at the little mage from ten paces away, but did not take a single step forward. She paused and asked in a relatively gentle trill, "Are you a direct lineage of Lord Minerva?" ”

Without even a moment's hesitation, the little mage replied directly, "Yes." ”

Then she continued, "My real name is Monia Minerva Julius. ”

Minerva and Julius are both primordial elven names, and being able to add their names to the elves' surnames is a testament to the bloodline and the highest honor. Of course, it is impossible for a young mage in the human world to be so ostentatious, and her parents generally use Kesridge as a pseudonym, and in Elven language, Kesleridge represents hope.

The little mage doesn't worry about the webweaver revealing her information, Minerva is the goddess of wisdom in the primeval gods compiled by later generations, and the miracle she walks through the world is to enlighten all kinds of creatures, giving them wisdom and human bodies, the most famous of which are the nine legendary creatures.

Arachne is one of them.

Even putting these factors aside, it is unlikely that the Webweaver would have informed the gods above the sky of her message. Because at the end of the First Age, Arachne had a great war with the leader of the Old Gods, the head of the three main gods, the incarnation of Levadine, the Lord of Destruction, under the World Tree.

After the Great War, she disappeared, and legend has it that she was beheaded by Levadin and died.

What interrupted the little mage's memories was the demonic voice of the webweaver, and he saw the half-human, half-spider Arachne transform into a woman about thirty years old, dressed in a black dress, and bowed slightly: "Your Highness Monia, I have offended you a lot, please forgive me." ”

His Highness is an honorific title, and the true Covenanter of Arakne is Minerva, who has long since fallen.

"It's okay." The little mage said that she did not intend to use her identity to oppress a strong man whose strength was close to that of a legend, this was not her style, and it would not be good for her.

As for a behemoth suddenly becoming an ordinary person, it is indeed a matter of challenging the limits of imagination, and there is no spell in Monia's memory that can do this, but the little mage is not too surprised, as the original elf of the creator of this world, it is indeed capable of creating such miracles. They are the strongest in the Aether world, not one of them.

After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Why are you here, as far as I know, you never appeared again after fighting the incarnation of the Heavenly One. But depending on your situation, the injury should have healed long ago, why are you still stuck here? ”

"In the Battle of the World Tree, my head was cut off by the Sword of Destruction, and I had to flee." Arachne was silent for a moment and said, "With the vigorous vitality of my body, I protected myself from a cocoon and fell into an eternal sleep until my master woke me up from my eternal sleep. ”

"Master?" Monia's voice was full of disbelief, Arachne was no ordinary creature, and if she wanted to subdue her, it would be possible to subdue her at least more powerful than her. This is only a possibility, and it is impossible to conclude a master-slave contract without her heart's recognition.

"Yes, master," Arachne nodded, as if to see the little mage's doubts, and explained, "Master is a legendary-level mage, he is the strongest I have ever met other than the great creator and gods, and more importantly, his goals are as ...... as mine."

"Vengeance on the gods."

"Vengeance on the gods!" Monia muttered that it was the same goal as her, out of reach. She began to wonder who the legend who could become the master of the web weaver was, it must be a legendary mage of the Second Age, but she knew too little about the legend and didn't know what the legend was in the Second Age. She could only ask, "Your master's name is ......"

"I can't say that it's part of the master-slave contract, and I can't mention my master's name to anyone else." Araknye said, with a sadness that could not be concealed between his eyebrows, "I can only tell Your Highness that the master fought against the true body of the god and finally fell. ”

The little mage didn't speak, and there seemed to be something on the continent of Aarensis that was restricting the freedom of the gods. No matter what kind of turmoil is caused in the earthly realm, the gods will always only come in incarnation, and the strength of the incarnation is not different, a weak one is equivalent to a peak archmage, and a strong one can compete with the legend. But an incarnation is an incarnation, and no matter how the incarnation falls, it has no fundamental effect on the gods who are high in the astral plane.

If you want to kill a god, you must kill the god's true body.

"How did he do that?"

Eventually, Monia asked.

"I can't say," Arachne looked at the little mage deeply, revealing the truth full of **, "I can't reveal much about the master, I can only tell His Highness that all the secrets about the master can be found in the ruins under the temple." There, the owner left an unimaginable gift. ”

"I'm just a low-level mage." Monia just shook her head at the ** of the Web Weaver, the gift of the legendary mage sounded beautiful, but she knew that the test of the legendary powerhouse was not something that a small low-level mage could face, "Besides, as a descendant of the Creator, all I need is time." ”

"It's not just time, Your Highness." Arakne stared at her and said solemnly, "The bloodline of the creator is not the creator, there were dozens of highnesses in the first generation of adults, but none of them can become legends in the end, many of them are stronger than me, but so what? Only by becoming a legend can you truly take control of your own destiny. ”

"I know." Monia was silent, "But I'm just a low-level mage. ”

"The remnants of the legendary mage are not reserved for fools who have reached the end of their lives in vain and tried to make a profit for nothing," Arachne smiled as if he had eaten her at the little mage's concern, "for future godkillers who are truly qualified to embark on the path of legend." ”

Longer silence.

"I understand." The little mage looked up, "What will I face in the ruins?" ”

"I don't know," Arachne responded, "but I probably know what Your Highness should choose, if you can see the path of your true name, then be brave enough to open it, I can tell Your Highness, if Your Highness can get it through, then there will be no obstacle on His Highness's path to the legend!" ”

From low-level mage to legend without any obstacles? It sounded incredible, so the little mage asked, "What is the path of the true name?" Arakne. ”

"It's the most precious thing in a legendary mage's life." The webweaver replied, "It is the reason why the legendary powerhouse can be called a legend." The biggest difference between legendary mages and ordinary mages is that they condense their own real names, not true or false, but the real names of mages who have similarities with god names. ”

"What are you waiting for? Your Highness. ”

The little mage gritted her teeth, but she couldn't hold back the longing in her heart, and finally, she asked, "Arakne, can you help me take care of the two of you?" ”

"It seems that Your Highness has made up his mind," the webweaver smiled and nodded, "are those two elves?" His Highness can bring them into the ruins, which are a completely safe area, because there is only one real guard of the ruins, and one is enough. ”

She raised her head, stretched her body, and said proudly.

ps: With a chapter, I'm not very satisfied. Tomorrow level six, 2 shifts tonight, no shifts tomorrow.

PS2: If you think it's still necessary to write it down, leave a comment in the book review area, and if you think it's more than three, I'll finish this volume seriously. If you think you shouldn't be counted-1.

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