Her armor and weapons were reduced to ashes in the flames of the universe, then reborn into finely carved battle gear, shields forged in gold like the light of the sun, and swords like chains gathered by the light of the morning sun.

The samurai who came down from the summit looked the same as Leona who had climbed up, but within her, Leona had changed a lot. She still has her own memories and thoughts, and her flesh and blood are still in her control, but there is a fragment of a powerful otherworldly spirit that has chosen her body as a mortal vehicle. It bestowed upon Leona astonishing abilities and terrifying memories that lingered before her eyes and left her soul staggering, with which only one person could share them.

Now, more than ever, Leona desperately needs to find Diana.

No one believed what the girl said. Even when people wrapped her in a blanket and comforted her to calm down and express her meaning in full sentences, her words were still out of tune.

These villagers live at the foot of the Giant God Peak, and inevitably come into contact with a lot of strange things. But the boy's words were completely unbelievable.

She said there was a humanoid from another world that rose from the ocean that surrounded their village. It sounds like she's talking about wanderers: these lost astral creatures sometimes come down from Titan's Peak. But no one had ever heard of the astral spirits emerging from the ocean. The little girl is most likely playing a prank.

But when the red-eyed woman swam into the village with a pool of water to be manipulated, the villagers realized that this was not some child's prank.

"Hello. The strange woman said, "I'm Nami, a mermaid from the deep sea." I have no ill will. ”

The villagers were dumbfounded, probably frightened by her appearance. This wasn't surprising, as Nami thought they looked weird too—there were no scales on their skin, and two upside-down hands on the fishtail.

Although the communication between the two sides was not smooth, Nami attracted everyone's attention.

"I'm here to find the Moon Star Spirit, it has what our people need. If I can't find it, not only my people, but the whole world will be consumed by hunger and merciless darkness. ”

The villagers continued to stare at Nami in amazement. There was only a sleepy four-legged beast, unconcerned about the appearance of the uninvited guest. It pulled a large patch of hay down from a wheeled cart and feasted on it, splattering its saliva.

Nami stood silent, wand stumbling on the ground in her hand.

"So, if anyone knows where the Star Spirit is, then ......" she sniffled, hoping to make a noise to break the cold. "It couldn't have been better for me. ”

The villagers were silent as if they were covered in ice. Nami looked around and saw tiny rays of light swaying on slender wax pillars or thick sticks. The light was like an innocent elf, dancing with the breeze in a daze, making an energetic crackling sound.

"What is this?" She asked, pointing to the elves. "It looks so beautiful. ”

An old man in a golden robe—in fact, she could not understand for a moment why the people on land insisted on covering their bodies—stepped out under the escort of two sentinels. Judging from the heavy layers of cloth on his body, she estimated that he should play an important role such as an elder in the village. Or maybe he just felt cold.

"Are you looking for the moon?is it kind to you??," he asked, a series of questions.

Nami's eyes narrowed. The old man suppressed his anger, and his lips trembled. The Moon Spirit was obviously very important to him, but what attitude did he have, did he worship and hope to protect it, or did he treat it as an enemy?

She weighed it up and thought to herself, no one should be stupid enough to go against the moon.

"Of course—"

"Heretics!" cried the old man.

"Demons! I'm talking about demons! You heard me wrong!" she tried to argue, but was overshadowed by the sentry's command. The villagers took up their weapons, dipped their spears in the liquid, and lit them up.

Nami stared at the tip of the spear that shimmered orange. Their dancing is heart-warming, but they exude scorching heat. She guessed it would be uncomfortable to touch them.

"Get out of our village now! you will only bring fear and trickery, we will not be fooled!"

She stared at them for a long time, her expression becoming serious. This was the first challenge she faced as a landwalker. She knew that if she needed to, she would be able to outmaneuver all the villagers here.

But that didn't do her purpose in the slightest.

"I was scared. She said.

The elder smiled. She had to use all her strength to pretend she didn't see.

"But not for fear of you. I have seen darkness of hunger, hatred and greed in the abyss, and I have long since lost the taste of joy. How can your spears compare with that?"

"So, I'm not leaving. Especially my people are about to be in great trouble. With that, she stepped forward and plunged her wand into the ground.

Her fearlessness intimidated the villagers. People didn't move, and one of the unlucky guys couldn't help but take a few steps back.

As he stepped back, he accidentally slipped off the spear in his hand and poked it into the cart full of hay. The heat built up, and the flames soon swept through the haystacks. In a moment, the whole car was surrounded by majestic flames.

The four-legged beast was frightened, turned and ran. In the confusion, it panicked, and as soon as it raised its legs, it kicked the cart over, and the burning blades of grass flew all over the sky in an instant.

When sparks land on the thatched roofs of the village, the fire spreads rapidly, turning everything it touches into dust in an instant.

Villagers are busy drawing buckets of water from nearby wells. Nami watched as the villagers struggled to splash water on the hungry heat, feeling both terrified and fascinated. After a while, their efforts seemed to repel the force of rage, turning the flickering elf into a terrifying cloud of smoke. Unlike air, it gradually expands in weight and form. The remaining elves danced on the rooftops, swallowing well water, spitting out swirling smoke and hissing sounds, staining the blue night sky orange-red.

Bring the water!" shouted the villagers. "Hurry up!"

I can do me a favor. Nami thought to herself.

She raised her Tideevoker's Staff, tightening her fingers as she clenched it.

At her intent, the waters surrounding the shore of the village began to gather and tremble.

She grasped the staff in her hand, closed her eyes, and drew her wand, directing the waters toward her.

The ocean roared. The waves rose higher than the village, and the walls of the waves were ready to go. People screamed.

Nami swung her wand at the dancing flames.

"Let's go!" she shouted to the villagers.

At the critical moment, they did not resist.

(End of chapter)