The Giants are the "Sun Gods of Creation" and their most sincere allies.

This is a major change announced by the "God of Dawn" and the "Goddess of Harvest" to the Giants.

In addition to the angry "God of Honor", even the giants who survived the Court Stalkers expressed their gratitude to Sasriel.

Most of the giants are simple-minded, and the good and evil in their eyes are as clear as two sides of a piece of paper, good and bad, no matter how simple.

If there is anything that is not clear, then listen to what the more powerful have to say—it was the all-powerful Giant King who used to speak, and now it is the queen and eldest son of the Giant King who speak in the glory of the Giant King.

Only Braddell, the "God of Honor", left the realm of giants to seek the truth in his heart.

As he was still in Eumibela's sight, Badheil did not interfere in this matter, because he had more urgent things to do—he was about to be promoted.

This is more important than tracking down Bradel, which can be unpredictable.

Badheil still hasn't told anyone about the Nightmare Dragon's whereabouts, it's their agreement, and he doesn't say anything even though he knows that his new allies care about it.

Everyone is careful to hide the secret behind them, just as the sun falls on an object, it will inevitably leave a shadow.

——

The lark flew through the treetops of the courtyard, dodging a scorching current of air and landing on Ulorius's shoulder.

"This time it's also because of good luck?" Medici was lying on the fence on the perimeter of the courtyard, dangling his legs unfazed by balance, boredly retracting the stream of flames that had just popped up so as not to actually burn Ulorius's drawing paper.

"It's easy to dodge." Zoya replied faintly, looking at Ulorius' new painting, and quickly recognized that it was a prototype of a self-portrait, and that the white-robed and white-haired man was holding a blurred patch in his hand.

By the time the messy colors on the canvas are refined, there should be only pale feathered larks.

Zoya watched as Ulorius gently put down the pen, repeating the process of applying and presenting.

Medici stopped harassing them, but closed his eyes and looked like he was napping—if it weren't for the fact that his right leg was still dangling from the edge of the railing, swaying back and forth.

Before Osecus walked into the courtyard, Medici noticed him: "Why did Little Tail remember?" Do you need a few layers of good luck for your higher-than-human papers? ”

Osecus began to have a headache the moment he saw Medici, and when he heard some provocative words, he only shook his head, and then looked in the direction of Ulorius: "Good day, I am here to find Zoya, mainly to see you." ”

Osecus already knows Zoya's character very well, and he will say anything directly, and the twists and turns will make both parties very troubled. In this respect, he treated Zoya in much the same way as he treated Ulroleus.

The lark tilted his head and looked at Ulorius, who was motionless, for a few seconds to make sure that Ulropes had nothing to say, and then Zoya spread her wings and flew into the short blonde hair of Osecus.

Osecus immediately steadied his neck, not daring to let his head shake too much, for fear that the little bird would fall from above.

He was actually too cautious in doing so, and in fact the lark was standing very steady, not caring if Osecus's head was swaying or not.

What's more, Zoya can already fly, and falling down is just flying upwards again.

Medici never consulted Zoya before going on a whimsical "Flame Training", so Zoya became very comfortable with all kinds of unexpected situations.

Osecus didn't like Zoya's position, and after being promoted to the "Darkless", he would always inadvertently show the pride that was suppressed in his heart.

As a result, Medici's attitude towards Osecus has become worse and worse, but except for Ulorius, he has a talent for "likability" in the eyes of everyone.

Ulorius nodded at Ostricus, and watched as the young "Darkless One" walked out of the pavilion with the lark above his head, and soon disappeared outside the confines of the courtyard.

Medici smacked her tongue, then put her hands under her head to make herself more comfortable: "It's boring, it's like this...... When are we going to the sea? I want to go to school. ”

"The word Leodro said was 'swimming.'" Ulorius replied indifferently.

"I really want to fight." Medici yawned and looked at the warm, bright sun in the sky.

Ulorius was silent for two seconds, vaguely remembering some of the schedule, at least he still had some vague memories of it, and Medici shouldn't have forgotten it:

"I remember that this week, the War Corps started to do daily training again. Don't you supervise? ”

“…… Don't want to go, Leodro is in charge anyway. ”

Ulorius's brush hovered in mid-air for a long time, as if he had forgotten where the next stroke should have fallen: "I thought you didn't approve of him. ”

"Yes, I hate him now," Medici said, as if he weren't annoying, and his dangling feet on the edge of the fence gradually stopped, "but he works well...... What is the name of the word that Lord Sasriel mentioned? Oh, he's a 'talent'. ”

Ulorius turned his head: "The Lord once said that in ten days we will go to sea. ”

"When did you say that!? I've got to go to the War Corps and watch them! ”

Medici's words finally disappeared into midair, and they went away with a ball of flames flying in the air, heading straight for the direction of the training ground.

Ulorius then turned his gaze back to the painting: "When did you say that......

He didn't remember, just shook his head and raised his hand to add a few brushstrokes of grayish white paint to the canvas.

The white river gradually encircles the main body in the middle of the painting, wrapping around the lark and the figure holding it.

The silver light in Ulorius' eyes swelled, as if it was a reflection of the painting, as if he had seen something else.

His pen stopped at a bend in the river, his eyebrows twisted together, but he soon regained his composure.

Somewhere fate is twisted, Ulorius thought, hoping it wasn't a bad thing.

——

"You reshaped Him?"

Amanisis looked at the lark with mixed feelings, and subconsciously reached out an arm to catch it as he took off from the top of Osecus's head.

It was easy for Him, who had six free arms.

"Good day, Amani." Zoya said softly.

There was also a familiar hum in his greeting room, and Amanisis could easily recognize the blinking bird in front of him by the light that remained in his place, as the condensed "Esther" of the light.

It's just that Dariberg gave him a new name, which makes Amanisis a little unhappy, but it's just a small thing.

Osecus said goodbye to the two men in the prayer room, bowed respectfully and exited the room, closing the door.

Starry darkness poured down from Amanisis's body, and a hidden power re-enveloped the room, shielding it from any prying eyes that might exist.

Fingers brushing the bird's feathers, feeling the warmth and softness of a real creature, Amanisis couldn't help but let out a slight sigh of admiration.

He looked at Darhiborg, "How did you do that?" ”

Darzyberg made a vague gesture in the air, and a globe covered mostly in blue appeared directly in the palm of his hand: "The authority of 'utopian' is very strange, beyond my previous imagination. ”

Of course, Amanesis recognized the planet, and the continents with familiar shapes, but because of the veil, no one could see the softening emotion in his eyes:

"But you still solved the 'Fantasy Dragon'."

Darriberg didn't look proud of this, but shook his head gently: "That's because he has something that he is extremely afraid of, and I have a very close contact with that substance. ”

After a pause, he looked at the lark: "When you say 'Astral Lord', you mean someone who can control that substance?" ”

The lark seemed to be lost in thought, but in the end he couldn't come up with a more definite answer, so he had to nod: "In fact, that substance is the 'Lord of the Astral Plane'. ”

These words caused Darzyberg to fall into deep thought again, and his gaze fell back to the "earth" in his palm.

Amanisis saw what Dargeberg was thinking: "Do you think there is more than one such 'substance'? ”

Before Dariberg could speak, the lark nodded first: "Lord of the Spirit Realm." ”

"This is in line with what I have previously analyzed, perhaps...... Remember the slate I told you about? The last thing Darzyborg asked was Amanisis.

"Of course you remember, you gave me all the recipes for the 'Sleepless', and I have to say you really don't have much talent for making names."

Darriberg smiled: "The intuitive name of the potion is also a straightforward guide to the potion users, giving them some inspiration to follow the style of the potion. Hermes was a step ahead of me in this area, and he firmly believed that this would effectively avoid the risks inherent in extraordinary power and minimize the probability of losing control. ”

The corners of Amanis's mouth also curved, and he gently rubbed the glowing feathers above the lark's head: "Without help and protection, Hermes and those humans who dare to test the medicine are worthy of admiration. ”

Darriburg sighed: "It's a pity that I didn't go through that stage, and the reference experience I can provide them with is a lot less......"

"Do you think that there is a corresponding 'substance' for different extraordinary powers? You've mentioned this concept to me once before, 'uniqueness'. ”

"That's different." Darzyberg is unequivocal.

"What's the difference?" Amanisis had to admit that his curiosity had been completely piqued.

Dari Bog paused, and said in a low voice, "I don't know...... I don't know yet. ”

Amanisis looked at the lark in the palm of his hand: "When you talk about the 'Lord of the Spirit Realm', you are not very happy. ”

Zoya just shook her head and didn't answer.

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