Gwen sat on Hermes, who had taken the form of a dragon, and put her arms around the restless little Ragnaros.

"It turned out to be a dragon. Gwen said to little Ragnaros.

Little Ragnaros ignored Gwen and struggled with the vibrations in his body.

It keeps telling itself that it's not angry, it's just worried......

No, it's angry.

"I can feel the tremendous power contained within you, though it hasn't recovered yet, right?" Hermes flapped his wings in the air as he was overrun by vines.

Gwen nodded slightly.

"The El is a soul creature who likes to occupy the flesh of other creatures," Hermes said slowly, "and no one can defend against their souls. ”

"But the vast majority of creatures in this world don't meet their physical standards, so they create a container, or more. ”

"Used to house their selfish souls. ”

Alice, who was lying on Hermes's back, yawned and showed no interest, then moved away from Milak a little.

"Just like the little gray-haired girl from before. Little Ragnaros expressed indignation.

"Hmm...... It was actually the vessel of the Light El, and the undertaker had snatched her from her," Hermes said, "The undertaker's container was actually the orc warlock Wensar in Torrent City, whose infinite magic was very annoying. ”

"But the undertaker threw her container into Torrent City, giving it to the mages as a heart of energy, and I don't know what she thinks. ”

Hermes's flight was smooth and swift, and if it weren't for the fact that the city under his feet had become a small dot in a dozen seconds, Gwen would have almost thought that Hermes was just standing still in the clear blue sky.

The floating island in the distance was getting closer, and Gwen could already see the largest ancient tree that towered over Heimdick.

"Slanhill, the World Tree we are guarding, we hope to survive this El War. ”

Hermes's voice was still calm, and there was no anxiety to be seen.

Gwen shrugged and turned his head, only to find that Hermes had an extra person on his back.

It's familiar, but I can't remember who it is.

"Welcome, Dear Al. Hermes snorted and uttered a voice in an unwavering tone.

"Didn't you call me a mourner before, and why did you suddenly turn back into El now?"

The girl with short gray hair was wearing a light blue dress, holding a strange skeletal staff, and her sapphire pupils looked at the sky, reflecting the color of white clouds, seemingly inadvertently glancing at Hermes at her feet.

The skull of the staff in her hand was extraordinarily large, and judging by its size, it should have been an orc's skull.

"I went to Torrent City and took Wensar's head off," Sylvie shrugged, "the source of infinite magic is right in his head. ”

Sylvie shook the skull slightly, and fluid seemed to flow inside.

"The water of the fountain of life, put some into it. Sylvi spun around with her staff and bowed to Gwen Shiran.

"Long time no see, big man. Sylvie smiled at Gwen, ignoring Hermes at her feet.

Gwen hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

His awakening was also a recent thing, and he didn't know what Sylvie had done.

Sylvie continued to touch little Ragnaros's head, then hugged Minion Klin, resting her chin on Klin's head.

"I want to take a ride. ”

Hermes didn't respond, as if acquiescing.

Gwen tilted her head, sat down, and dragged Milak, who was a little dizzy, to her side, so that he wouldn't fall off Hermes's back. As for Alice, she had already grabbed a barb from Hermes's body and fell into a deep sleep.

"You know what, big man, when I wanted to enter your body before, I was squeezed out by countless souls," Sylvie's tone sounded unconcerned, "You're special. ”

Gwen nodded.

Of course you can't get in...... There are countless souls of ancient dragons, as well as other powerful creatures, as well as the souls of the kings given by the First Fire.

"But it doesn't matter, you see, isn't the container of the beautiful El El with me?"

Using her left foot as a fulcrum, Sylvie spun around in a slow circle and regained her grip on the orc skull staff in her hand.

"Now it's just a matter of going to Heimdik and taking down Sranhill and hiding the Fountain of Life......" Sylvie paused as she looked at the scene in the distance, "Ahhh......h Seems to be coming faster than me?"

Heimdik can already be seen here, but unlike the impression, this place has been ignited by the flames of holy light, and the entire floating island has been plunged into a sea of fire, Hermes can also see countless ancient dragons helpless in front of the huge ball of light, every breath is bounced, trying to get closer, but torn by the holy light, falling crookedly in the air.

"Holy Light El...... Is it already here?" Hermes's voice remained unchanged, as if he had expected it.

"Al, where should we land. Hermes asked Sylvie on her back.

"Hmm...... Whatever, you want me to fight him anyway, and I don't care where I land. Sylvie pondered.

"That's good. ”

Hermes reversed course and made a long detour, heading in the direction of Slanhill.

In the distance, "Cinderella" seemed to have sensed Silvie's arrival, and her eyes were blazing, staring at Hermes's original container.

The surrounding ancient dragons still breathed uncontrollably, and the flames dissipated the moment they touched the shield of the Light, unable to damage Cinderella, who was parasitized by the Light El.

The Light Al twisted his neck and looked at Slanhill in the distance, who was sticking his branches into the ground.

"I'll be the last to deal with you, Slanhill," the Holy Light Al shook his head, "there's still one person left unplayed. ”

The Light El looked at the ground of Heimdick, waiting for the last El to enter.

Because of the return of the undertaker, they first need to join forces to deal with Sylvie, then divide the two into high and low, and finally occupy the Fountain of Life at the feet of Slanhill.

This process, of course, will cause harm to the world.

But it doesn't matter, he needs to re-establish a new order. And the abyssal power of the undertaker, as well as Tibbs's different ideas, and Slanhill's disapproval, will be his obstacles.

Take your time and don't rush.

With a wave of his hand, the Light El knocked down several of the spewing flame-spewing dragons, and their massive bodies fell to Heimdick's soil, blood dripping to the ground.