Dark clouds still weighed down the sky, but the battlefield was filled with the unique tranquility after the storm. Everyone outside the magic circle stared at Ella blankly - only Ella was still standing in the magic circle.
The wind blew in waves. It was an ordinary wind, not overwhelming or tearing everything apart. It was neither cold nor hot. The ground is covered with wild flowers and weeds, some are green, some are withered, some are trampled flat, and some are nothing at all, leaving only bare yellow mud. The earth did not crack, no lava emerged, and no stars, epicycles or epicycles could be seen in the sky. Faint soldiers were lying on the ground in a mess, scattered in every corner of the battlefield, with no place to stand for a giant dragon.
In just a short moment, it seemed as if tens of thousands of years had passed here, from the legendary epic world in ancient times, to the down-to-earth reality.
Ella turned her palms, but the dark clouds did not fall or tear apart with her movements. She called out the name of Mowaranuga, but no one responded to her call.
——Something is missing.
To become a true magician, she still lacked one crucial thing.
Ella has already seen it from the incantations used by Master Quelaqili's disciples: they can borrow the power of the gods of the Celestial Empire that they don't know much about, they can borrow the power of the imaginary Quetzalcoatl, and they can even borrow the power of Quelaqi As long as they believe in their own power, no matter how illusory it is, they can use magic. Moreover, the power of magic seems to have nothing to do with what god they believe in. The savage changed his mind to seek help from Quetzalcoatl under Ella's inducement, and the strength of his soul in the magic circle did not seem to be reduced; Hestein and other lords converted from the Assans to the Olympus gods. The elven-level ones are still elven-level ones, and the natural-level ones are still natural level ones.
Ella's weakness is that she can clearly see the absurdity of these gods, but she has nothing else to believe in. She couldn't even believe herself. Even if she is second only to Paracelsus in alchemy, even if she has won the crown in mathematics——
She still felt that she was so clueless.
She was thinking motionlessly, and the people outside the magic circle were also motionless watching her think. Fortunately, they were outside the magic circle and were not attacked by the summons, but they could clearly see everything happening inside the magic circle. Now, even though the magic circle has disappeared, no one dares to take the lead in disturbing this guy who spins the stars, confronts the dragon, and summons Movaraniga.
There was a sound under his feet, and the hunter stood up with difficulty, holding his chest. As expected of the chief disciple of Querakiri, he was the first to wake up while the Sun King and Hestein were still fainting on the ground. He first murmured with blank eyes: "Is it over?" However, as his vision recovered, he saw the soldiers still surrounding them outside the magic circle. He suddenly woke up, grabbed the stone spear that fell on the ground, and protected Ella behind him:
"Son of prophecy, hold on to me and I will take you out of here."
"Son of Prophecy." Ella repeated the title, savoring its meaning. Looking at the hunter's back, she asked tentatively: "What if I don't want to go with you?"
The hunter seemed to have anticipated this question a long time ago, and answered without looking back: "Master Querakiri said you will definitely come, because you have countless doubts in your heart, and only he can answer them."
"Answer my doubts?" Ella asked, "I know that Master Querachili has a lot of knowledge, such as history, geography, magic, swordsmanship, divination... His interests are indeed very broad and many. However, his interests are too broad. On the contrary, he is not proficient. Can he really answer my questions?"
"Master Quelaqiri is immortal and has infinite life. For such a person, he has enough time to master any knowledge. Every time Master Quelaqiri accepts a disciple, he requires his disciples to In exchange for a skill that he has not mastered. From the knowledge that the wild man Bobo chose to eat noodles with his nose and became the master's disciple, you should know that the master has very little knowledge that he has not mastered."
"Immortal body" and "infinite life", these two words are like fantasy, but they don't surprise Ella at the moment. She had already vaguely guessed that Querachri was the apostle who defeated Mellie. When describing the apostle, no matter how exaggerated the adjectives appeared, they all seemed reasonable.
"Even if you master the knowledge, you may not be able to reach the top. Just like swordsmanship, knowing swordsmanship does not mean that you can become a sword master." Ella said, "My doubts can only be answered by people who are at the top of the subject. What is his best skill in Queraki?"
The hunter pointed to the sky:
"The sky and the stars. He is the lawgiver of the sky, and is eternal with the stars."
As a result, the image of Master Querakiri was established in Ella's mind - there was no doubt that he was the apostle who came to compete for the "Chariot Climbing Technique" before.
Ella still remembers that he was wearing a toga robe from the Seven Hills Empire and a little red riding hood. His old face looked a little surprised, a little amazed, and a little approving. It was he who once asked Ella with a smile in that frightening darkness: "Are you not afraid of the stars at all?"
"You said that I came to Aztlan because of his inducement, right?"
"Yes." The hunter glanced back at Ella, "The master also said that if you are still hesitant to see him, then let me tell you this - he is from the Qiqiu Empire. At least he used to be."
The final word.
Ella clenched her fingers, mustered up the greatest courage in her life, and replied: "Okay, take me to see him."
"Hold on to me."
The hunter bit the wound on his finger deeper again, dripping blood into the ground.
"The bird Hermes is my name, it devours my wings to take my heart."
A small magic circle appeared at his feet, and the hunter himself turned into a black mist. The black mist enveloped Ella and moved forward with the magic circle. The people around looked at all this in stunned silence and did not dare to take action.
Ella was enveloped in the black mist and disappeared into the horizon.
It wasn't until Ella's body completely disappeared that the remaining people realized that this was still a battlefield, and the Pirate Kingdom and Aztlan were still in a bloody battle. After looking at each other for a while, both sides roared almost in unison and pounced on the Sun King and Hestein who fell on the ground.
There was a scuffle and a bloody mess. But the fighting did not last long. Soon, the soldiers who had snatched away their respective commanders separated from the intertwined teams. While raising her sword and staring at the Aztlan, Lily gestured to the soldiers of the Pirate Kingdom to slowly back up. The Aztlans no longer had the strength to pursue them, so they could only let the pirates leave their sight.
The battle ended like this. Soon after, a large flock of crows flew over and ate up the corpses on the ground.
(End of chapter)
