For a moment, all that was left of the hut was Glenn's painful gasps, and until now, he hadn't thought of drinking the healing potion, and the scars cut by the dead branches and scales on his face were stark and hideous. The lich maybe, but a soul from another plane can't command him to heal himself as if nothing had happened—the crocodile flesh on the reed leaves was cold, and the discarded broth had already curdled - the hut wasn't supposed to be so cold, but there was always a chill coming from the hearts of humans.

"I ...... I can ......," said Gülen, but his expression told Cremar that perhaps he himself did not know what he was talking about, and that he had tried twice in a row to get up, and walked in vain to the still asleep of Memi, or to some god—who knows, get out of his mother of, and the thief sat down and looked at his lover with his head down— After a while, he lowered his head and looked at Mei Mi's lips, then stretched out a hand and placed it between her fluffy and moist curls, and gently stroked it with a force that seemed to touch the wings of a butterfly, and as he gradually lowered his shoulders and brought his lips closer to Mei Mi, the spirit of the other world turned his head a little embarrassed, looking at the small clump of edelweiss that the elf had spawned to place the cup of reed leaves, if he could, he should have gone out rather than act as such a bright fluorite here, but this spell was destined to be invalid as soon as he walked out, although Glenn probably didn't care about thatBut the souls of the other world were still reluctant to take the risk - it might be the last time they would be so close.

- Stop him! The lich suddenly screamed, fool!

The otherworldly soul spun around sharply, and a spell was ready to be unleashed at his fingertips, but he had already seen the silver flames—the flames that had burned a black dragon in an instant.

Gülen's heart was almost calm as he leaned down, but the dagger in his hand swelled and contracted violently like an invisible heart, and if it were a man, it might have been unable to contain its joy—it needed strength, it craved power, and nothing made it ecstatic more than to pierce the body of a god—it had embedded itself in the moonlight-white skin, just a little, just a little, just a little...... Below the bottomless abyss, there is already a trace of pure and ferocious power transmitted along the sword body, but this is the end of it, "Mei Mi" He opened his eyes, and the silver flames flowed between the pupils and the iris, and Glenn's eyes reflected the flames, which sliced through his chest and abdomen like the sharpest blade, and the flames devoured his skin, muscles, and were about to invade his bones and internal organs, and in that moment, Glenn suddenly realized that this was the power of the gods, which could destroy the curse or blessing on him, and after the flames were extinguished, his ashes would be just ashes, like his dissipated souls, which would be destroyed forever, and there would be no more healing and life。

Thinking it was too late, the soul of the other world grabbed his heart like a claw with deep remorse, and he cast a spell that pushed Gülen away, but he was already surrounded by flames, and the power of this flame was obvious to all—too late, he thought, but then he heard Glenn wailing and hissing.

Perhaps the goddess felt that such a death was not enough to punish a mortal who tried to kill a god, and the lich screamed loudly in the sea of consciousness, even if they were still unlucky in the face of a sage, but he knew that his cohabitant had a damn bottom line like Perrante, Kerryben, or the other white robes, and he had to turn his precious brain wildly, trying to find a glimmer of life in this dead end...... He found it—the flames had faded and vanished before Gülen had been completely reduced to ashes, and the thief stood there, looking in horror at his bare heart—his ribs had melted.

"Meimi!" shouted the black-haired spellcaster.

Yes, it was Mei Mi who stood there, Glenn's lover, not a saint, not a god, her eyes only stopped for a moment on Glenn's body, and then she fell down again with infinite struggle and sorrow.

Glenn shuddered, half pain, half joy, and perhaps some trance and doubt, but the moment he looked at Cremar, the black-haired caster nodded. The next moment, the thief fell, cut off his breath, and after a few breaths he turned into crimson ashes, and the soul of the other world waited with bated breath, but fortunately it was only three times longer than before, and the ashes condensed again, and Gülen gasped heavily, and woke up. His limbs were still complete and his senses sharp, but the power of the gods still left its mark on his body—scars like lightning strikes crawled all over his face and body, especially his chest, where the dark gray color seemed like filth seeping into his internal organs.

"She'......," he said.

"She's still there. The black-haired spellcaster continued, and then he saw a genuine smile slowly appear on Gülen's face, from a smile to a chuckle to a maniacal laugh, and his eyes were filled with hope again.

-- Not really. Of course, there is no one else but our Lich-sama, and he is floating on the surface of the sea of knowledge, which is really rare, because he knows that even if he is floating on the surface, he will not be able to control his body, except for the necessary moments, he almost always meditates in the depths of the sea of consciousness, memorizes and performs spells, or rummags through the memory fragments of another soul - of course, not that he has been looking for films and novels, but even if he is, it is just to get information and novels from another plane more quickly.

The former undead is simply gearing up, just waiting for tomorrow when he masters the body to study it carefully, a saint is special enough, and a mortal, well, a less pious priest, can actually compete with a god, although her resistance is so weak, but it does succeed for a short moment, and this moment is the key to Gülen's incomplete destruction.

- Don't go too far, the spirit of the other world warns that she is Glenn's lover.

- I know I know, the lich perfunctorily said, I have to suspect that she is not Glenn's lover, but yours, well, even if she is not anyone's lover, but she is at least divine, and I will definitely be cautious. But we can now guess that when we wake up again, it will be Meimi or the goddess.

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Memmy wakes up on the third day, but even Berdwin realizes that this is not the Priest Flo who once admired him, but a deity.

"What shall we call you?" Perrant asked, the elves were the creatures and darlings of Angres, and in the absence of a second priest or paladin, he was the only one who could ask questions of the strange (though assumed) deity.

"You may call me the daughter of love. Mei Mi said.

The crowd exchanged a secret look, and sure enough, as they had guessed, it was Flo standing in front of them, and the Daughter of Love was one of the many names that the believers called her.

"Why, then, do you come here, Daughter of Love?" said Perrante, "this is a snow-covered swamp, a land abandoned by the gods, full of filth and mud, and full of ugly beasts, where even the alabalists and flowers on your feet are hard to find, and the nearest one of your devotees is a hundred miles away. ”

The Daughter of Love, that is, Mei Mi, smiled, and this smile was as bright as the morning light, and even Leona could not help but be in a trance for a moment: "I did not come here," she said in a beautiful voice, "I have come for you, beautiful and flawless elves and intelligent and strong young men." ”

"We?" McGee said stupidly.

"Uh," the Daughter of Love paused slightly, pulling her gaze away from McGee, "and, of course, a lovely midget. ”

"So. The black-haired spellcaster bowed deeply and said, "Is there anything we can do for you?"

"Yes. Without hesitation, the Daughter of Love said, "I know you are after a treasure of a metal dragon," she said, "and there is a treasure in this vault that belongs to me, and I need to regain it for the fortunate ones." ”

"Do you know where to treasure it?"

The Daughter of Love glanced at the Norman princess of the Highlands with a smirk, and the look of a noble god looking at a shallow mortal was like this: "The place of the treasure is constantly changing," she looked at Cremar, "is that right?"

"Yes. The soul of the other world said, with a slight bow, the location of this treasure will change a little every day, the only thing that remains unchanged is that the final destination is always the Far North Sea, it is conceivable that if there is no golden dice to guide the way, even if they go to the Far North Sea, they will be thousands of miles away because of a little fallacy, even if they do not sleep in the cold land where snow white and blue coexist, they can only return to the Dragon Fire Islands in vain.

Or, if they are really not so reluctant, they can catch a few snow bears or foxes and go back, which is not empty-handed.

"I can help you," said the Daughter of Love, "I have more power than you can imagine—and I just have to take back what I have." ”

"Even without your generosity," said Perlante, "we would have delivered your treasures to you safe and sound." It was a tactful refusal, but the Daughter of Love only shook her head slightly, "Arrogant Elf," she said with a slight reproach, "you don't know what you are going to face," a shadow of unease and hatred passed over her face: "Your enemies are stubborn, powerful, and vile, and the slightest negligence will kill every one of you without a place to be buried - not even your soul will return to the feet of your beloved gods, especially you," She lifted her fingertips and touched Perrante's forehead slightly, "The shadow of death hangs over you like a lead cloud in the night, and you are unaware, elf, and you must know how to be humble before a god." ”

"Remember my words. When she said that, she fainted again.

This time it was Perrante who caught her soft body in time, and after a little waiting, Gülen came out from behind a grove of low pines, his expression gloomy, and to the souls of the other world, the face of the thief was like a lead cloud in the night—he took Memi's body without saying a word, and walked back to their tent, Leona withdrew his gaze, the thief had been meticulously taking care of Memy for the past two days, she really didn't know what to say, but she didn't think that Memy was still in that body.

Cremar cast a spell under the guidance of the lich, a high spell, although it may not be enough to conceal a god, but the former undead were keenly aware that the Daughter of Love was now in a very, very, very weak state, and she would only wake up when she was in a coma when she was faced with the danger of a destroyed possessed body, and the most ridiculous thing was that, as a god, she could not completely annihilate the soul of a mortal. Memy is still there, and can even resist her, here the lich has to thank Glenn, if it weren't for him, Memmy would not have gone from a less religious priest to an almost hypocrite, she used to revere Flo infinitely when she was empowered, but as her love for Glenn grew, she became tired and resistant to Flo's teachings, which led to Flo's no way to manipulate Memmy like other priests- But Mei Mi is indeed a person with great talents, otherwise among the tens of thousands of Flo priests, Flo would not have chosen her, more precisely, only she can hear Flo's call, what a pity, if Mei Mi was not born in the Temple of Flo, she might have been an excellent spell caster, but since her mother is a Flo priest......

"Why," said Perrante, "do you have something to tell me?"

The dwarf McGee twisted his arm hesitantly, and after a long time he decided to tell Perrant that he wanted to return to the Dragonfire Islands if he could. Before leaving, he vowed to thoroughly and repeatedly inspect Berdwin's arm to make sure it didn't go wrong in the rest of the battle, or he could leave some confidential drawings and documents for the caster, so that in case something happened, the caster would be able to repair the arm according to the instructions on the drawings and documents.

"But," Perrante said, "we're now deep into the snow-capped swamps." Are you sure you can walk that long distance alone without encountering possible dangers?" The dwarf thought for a moment, his face suddenly became ugly, of course he knew that they had been calm for the past few days only because the black dragon had driven away most of the monsters here, but if he turned back, there was no guarantee that there would be no hungry monsters ready to treat him as his first meal home.

"The first place we left the Snow Cover Swamp was Iron Bone. Perrante said suddenly.

"Iron bones?"

"It's a dwarven city. Perrant said, "When the time comes, we can ask the dwarven caravan to send you to Cape Fortress, and then Mage Alva will send you back to the Dragonfire Islands." (To be continued.) )