Watching - Oberd, whose upper body had been sticking out of the body of the floating beast, saw with his own eyes that in the museum that was the target of the impact, a figure jumped in the air, and the other party seemed to recite a spell, and most of his plan was destroyed.

Originally, he thought that the dragon Pasha, who had made the Worm Tyrant "think", would definitely be severely damaged or even wiped out by the Leviathan's "suicide" attack. However, at the last moment, the point of impact was "deviated" from the target by 108,000 miles.

Far from the lagoon, there were two or three palesans even between him and the golden ship on which the Pharaoh had come and which had not yet had time to anchor. Except for the floating beast itself, which was badly damaged, it only splashed a few rows of waves and overturned some small boats.

"Attack, destroy everything there!"

With a flash of red light on the worm plate armor on his body and a magic sword condensed in his hand, Obold stood on a floating piece of "minced meat" of the floating beast, and he pointed to the "brightly lit" museum in the lagoon district in the distance, angrily giving orders to his "men".

Although the scene that just happened really made him in awe of the famous Miritaki Davishuer in the ash world. However, the fear of the demon lord, or the fear of possible punishment if he failed his mission, still made him choose to take a desperate gamble.

Half-demonic creatures, which had only recently metamorphosed from the Acid Mist Worm, had been subjected to violent impacts, and some had become torn apart like the Leviathan derivatives that supplied them with their nutrients. However, in the end, most of the creatures of demon blood still survived.

At Oberd's command, these monsters with chitin shells growing on their chests and chests and sharp chelicerae on their lower bodies tread swiftly on the surface of the water like water striders.

"Can't these monsters run a little faster?"

Turning itself into a gaseous state, the once aristocratic mage and now the defector mage Lillett, as the only remaining passenger, quickly floated high into the air after the impact of the impact was gone, waiting for an opportunity to move.

With the utmost patience, he waited for the half-demon monsters to rush into the lagoon and wreak havoc, for the time when the Great Vishur and the dragon Pasha were overwhelmed, and for the moment when he could use the teleportation spell to escape.

"Or do you help those monsters," it seemed like his own voice, but it wasn't—the creepy voice of Lillett came from behind him unmistakably, "or ...... Let me help you. ”

Since gaining the Dragon's legacy, Quis's ability to stealth has come a long way. Before Lillett could react, a thunderbolt-wrapped palm poked out of nothingness, clutching firmly at its gas-reduced shoulder blades.

With a "crackling" sound, Lillett's Qi avatar began to show signs of collapsing as he took more spell damage than his flesh state. As a last resort, he was forced to unleash the spell he had unleashed.

"It turned out to be you, the ...... who was mummified with that salted fish"

As his "scars" were revealed, Lillett became furious. It's just that he only struggled for a moment, and the young blue dragon who turned into a human form increased the strength of his hand, and his fingers broke through the flesh and bones.

Not long after he was "resurrected", the aristocratic mage who was still covered in fine skin and tender flesh was almost fainting from pain.

“...... The mage of the Obsidian Council, Mr. Lillett. I would like to remind you that your Speaker is looking for you around the world, and that the Great Vishur and the Pharaoh are interested in you. It's actually your luck to be caught by me. ”

Hearing this, the face of the former obsidian councillor changed suddenly. But in the end, it's still the caster, and his IQ is always on the line, "yes." Lillett growled, but his voice was too hoarse to sound intimidating, "but then—if I fall into the hands of Kunini or Davish, no one will be able to tell you a secret." ”

"A secret of betrayal, lies, and the power to change the world!"

I have to admit that in order to survive, the "heavy" news released by Lillett did arouse Quiss's curiosity. If you look closely at the other person's expression, it doesn't look like a fake.

There was a moment of silence. The young blue dragon glanced at his feet, and the group of half-demon monsters had already begun to enter the lagoon area.

On the sandbars on the outskirts, the Watchmen were on standby, ready to snipe them for a while to buy some time for the "pickaxe" fire dwarves who were somewhat afraid of the sea and were building fortifications in the rear.

And Fang just showed his might, with a spell, he moved the Leviathan Behemoth's body impact point to Davidshuer, but at this time, there was no one. "It's probably a matter of hurrying to recover," Quis secretly guessed, "After all, it takes a lot of mental and physical strength to cast such a spell just now." ”

Treating others with oneself is likely to be biased. However, with other facts, the accuracy of this guess is actually okay.

And there are "need to use the lives of your men to resist the half-demon monsters" and "let yourself leave at will...... Facts like these made Quest even more convinced of his own speculation, and he concluded that Davish was experiencing a brief period of "weakness".

"I'll admit that your secret does pique my interest, but ......," the young blue dragon's face showed a playful look, "...... Actually, there's not much time left for you to state your statement—at most until the Great Veille reappears—and I'm not going to risk setting up several powerful rivals for myself at the same time for the sake of your possible 'chasing after the wind'. ”

Staring into Lillet's eyes, Quess knew what was still being planned. "Have we reached a consensus?" clenched the palm of Lillett's shoulder blade, and the electric light lingered again, and the smell of burnt flesh and blood rose in an instant, "You know, time is life. ”

In order to survive, Lillett, whose eyes had been turned white by electricity, nodded vigorously. Seeing that his face was still twitching, Quis also "kindly" added a healing spell to it.

"Your Excellency Pasha, have you ever heard of 'Demonic Addiction'?"

Seeing Quith shook his head. Lillett knew his chance to survive had come, explaining:

"You are also a spellcaster, and you must have some understanding of the spell casting methods of the mages in the ash world, and you should know that ordinary human mages need to consume obsidian magic beads to cast spells.

But you're not human...... I don't know that anyone who has been a black-robed mage for more than ten years will be infected with a curable disease due to long-term immersion in spells. We must consume obsidian beads regularly on a daily basis in order to alleviate the symptoms of physical and psychological double addiction......"