Because of the timely retreat, the War Corps itself did not suffer heavy losses, but when the Medici broke off and cleared the pursuers, it was briefly targeted by the pursuing "Nightmare Dragon" and exerted its influence.

Had it not been for the timely arrival of Sasriel and the fact that Medicido had held out for a moment, his situation would have become truly critical.

The surviving Medici was in a separate room, and apart from his malaise, he didn't seem to have any wounds on the surface, but from time to time there were cracks in his body, oozing magma or flames from inside, igniting things around him.

So now all that was left in the room was stone furniture, not even a rattan blanket.

In order to preserve Medici's privacy, Sasriel left him with the black armor that had not yet been wiped clean.

While Medici may not have cared about this, he would have appeared indifferent in such matters, more so because Sasriel was "the half of the Lord."

Due to the instability of the Medici mythical biomorphology, the "healing priest" and "psychoanalyst" who were originally responsible for treating the wounded did not dare to approach the house because the sequence was too low, and Sasriel himself could only confirm Medici's status.

With Zoya and Ulorius in tow, Sasriel walked to the stone house, which was completely surrounded by shadows.

The moment he pushed the door, just as Sasriel had expected, a choking smoke came to his face.

Ulorius subconsciously took two steps back, and Zoya was stunned for a moment, and also followed the example of Urorius and stepped back.

Sasriel glanced back helplessly: "Then wait for the smoke to clear." ”

This level of smoke didn't bother them, but Ulorius didn't want their clothes dirty, and Zoya was simply following Ulorius's movements, and Sasriel knew very well what they were thinking.

In the past few tens of seconds, this thick smoke that seemed to be spit out of the crater completely dispersed into the air.

When Sasriel entered, Medici was sitting on a low stone bench in the room, his back leaning against the wall, his feet folded high on the edge of the stone bed, his eyes closed and breathing deeply.

As Medici's chest rose and fell with each move, a little smoke came out of his nostrils, mouth, and ears, but it wasn't much bigger.

There were scorched marks everywhere in the stone house, and it was clear that after Sasriel left, Medici did not deliberately suppress the leakage of his mythical form, but instead poured out the flames in his body very wantonly.

There was nothing else in the house anyway, and Medici didn't worry about causing any damage, he would eventually get the flames back.

However, after looking up lazily, and seeing that it was Sasriel standing by the door, Medici quickly withdrew his upturned feet and sat up straight respectfully, as if the person with a troubled face just now was not him: "Lord Sasriel." ”

Sasriel stepped aside and let Ulorius enter the room: "If you can't calm down, don't meditate or pray patiently, for your current situation, getting some sleep is a faster way to recover." ”

Zoya didn't follow Ulorius in this time, but hesitated to stay by the door, and in his perception, the whole room was filled with tiny sparks that could be detonated at any moment and transformed into fierce flames.

Medici noticed Zoya's stoppage, and raised her chin defiantly at Zoya, the contemptuous smile on his face undisguised, only to retract slightly when Sasriel's gaze came.

Ulorius walked over to the stone chair and opened her eyes to look at Medici.

Instead of looking at him, Medici stared at Zoya by the door, Medici didn't like Ulorius's always indifferent and gentle gaze, he still preferred those vivid and violent emotions, whether they provoked hatred or anger, they could make Medici feel satisfaction from the instinct of fighting.

But Ulorius was very different from Him.

Ulorius had been staring for too long, and Medici had to look up at those pale eyes.

Medici moved his neck again, exhaling a plume of smoke from his nostrils: "What do you see again?" Lord Sasriel said that as long as you rest, what else do you have to see, paint your paintings. ”

Ulorius didn't move, black smoke drifting across his silver eyelashes: "The interference left in your fate is still there, and it's dangerous. ”

"What danger can there be!" Medici gritted her teeth to wipe away the bright red that came down her nose, "This little injury will heal tomorrow, and I'm not a doll who needs to be taken care of." ”

No one in the room reacted to the provocation, Ulorius didn't understand, Zoya didn't care, and Sasriel just glanced at Medici with a smirk:

"Then I'll take Zoya and go first, we have other things."

Medici was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned to Ulorius: "Snake, you should go with you." ”

Sasriel shook his head and held Zoya's shoulder to signal him to turn around, "Ulorius, since you are worried, stay and watch for a while." If you feel you're almost recovered, go back to the War Legion and wait until the next battle, where we'll need more luck. ”

Zoya's head turned to Sasliel: "If ......"

Sasriel patted Zoya on the shoulder, and before Zoya could say anything, a shadow stretched directly from Sasriel, enveloping him and Zoya. They melted directly into the shadows outside the house and left the place.

Medici looked back at Ulorius very viciously, but Ulorius was still staring at him quietly, and after a moment of such staring, Medici lowered his head: "You also worry about people?" What a joke. ”

Ulorius pondered for two seconds: "If this is a question, then I can give an answer." I'll worry about you. ”

Medici rubbed his head twice vigorously and extinguished a cluster of flames gushing from his sideburns: "It's annoying, that's not a problem!" I'm not asking you! ”

"I see." Ulorius replied indifferently, "But my answer remains the same. ”

Medici was even more annoyed.

——

Dariborg is sorting out the information in the underground secret room, and the most valuable thing in every battle, whether won or lost, is the information of each race. It's not just for research, the more you learn about the ancient gods and their races, the more sure you will be that Dariborg will be absolutely successful on the day of the battle.

This fight with the dragon clan is just a test in the fringe area, and the official victory or defeat will not need to wait too long.

A mission that had set out in secret returned safely, but Hermes, the leader of the mission, was left hostage in the royal court of the giants, and the Hermisto people brought to Dariberg with only a verbal word, "For the sake of a common future".

It's all for the future of humanity.

When the two first met, Hermes had told Dariberg about this.

It was only by noticing Darriberg's repeated shelter in the human settlements and seeing the tiny, candle-like hope rising in the hearts of ordinary people that Hermes took the great risk of exposing himself to meet the "new god" of unknown origin.

Rather than a follower, Hermes saw Darzyborg as a leading collaborator, hiding himself behind the scenes.

Darriberg knew that Hermes would be fine, and this middle-aged man who dared to test the medicine and start studying the languages of various ethnic groups first, so as to find out the "Hermes language", was not only obsessed with the study of extraordinary powers as he appeared on the surface.

Without indomitable courage and perseverance, Hermes would not have been able to obtain research results, and it would be impossible for Hermes to drink the potion that he had successfully concocted and become a truly extraordinary.

On the notarial deed of the Oath handed back by the Giants, everything is clearly written: if Darzyberg and the Dragons go to war, they are willing to watch and can provide appropriate assistance in the event of victory or defeat - although they do not say which side they are willing to help.

However, the certifier left behind in this secret oath was not Ormir, the "Giant King", but the "God of Dawn" Badhair, the eldest son of the Giant King.

The giants are not known for their wisdom, and Ormir's temperament and spiritual influence will not keep him sane for long. The worship of the "Giant King", the ancestral god, has always been simple, and there should be no such thing as exceeding the authority of the "Giant King", at least according to the past history, there has never been.

Then the signature of the certifier of this oath is very intriguing.

Darriberg felt the need to use the authority of the Goddess of the Night to further discuss the implications.

Sasriel appeared directly in the basement, the darkness in the corner arching from the ground and seeping into his tall form, with Zoya at his side.

Of all the people in the courtyard, only Sasriel had the authority, or the guts, to walk in with extraordinary ability and without notice, especially when no one else was present.

"Oh, you brought Him right here." Darzyberg put down the planner in his hand, closed the book used for recording, and brushed his palm on it, and a golden seal appeared on it, temporarily sealing the contents of the book.

Darzyberg then put down the book in which he had written a new plan, leaned down in a friendly manner, and asked, "I'm sorry, I haven't been able to see you for a while. I've heard Ostricus say, you've been with Ulorius, can you get used to life in the courtyard? ”

The light under Zoya's black veil moved slowly, "Yes." ”

Darzyborg was a little helpless about such a short answer, and he wanted to try to guide Zoya to express more thoughts: "I know what Ulorius does on weekdays, if you want to do something else and find it boring to stay in the garden all the time, you can tell me." ”

"The fate of the courtyard is changing, and it will not be boring." Zoya replied softly, as if even he wasn't quite sure why.

Seeing that Dariberg was habitually lost in thought, Sasriel had to open his mouth to remind: "Considering Ulorius's performance, this may be the influence of the source of the 'fate' path. ”

"Well, there will be a chance to verify this later." Darzyborg quickly retracted his thoughts and stared at the wandering points of light, "Because your current body is not convenient for movement, so we have been planning for a while, would you like to change your body?" I think that's more convenient for you to move around freely, at least...... It allows you to see things. ”

"I do," the light fluttered slightly, and the hum grew stronger, "what do I have to give?" ”

Sasriel smiled and shook his head, "It's not a deal, Zoya, you can take it as a gift." ”

Dariberg glanced at his half-body: "Yes, it's a gift. ”

(End of chapter)