“Weedga
diumsa!”
Wearing a wizard's hat, Vai
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Unleashing his hoard-shattering magic, he brought life to the barren land with a wave of his hand.
Nothing happened.
The dragon let out a frustrated roar and pounded the field with its fists. The puppet peasant who worked for them with a plow stopped and complained: "Your Majesty, you are destroying Rollo's culture!"
"Then tell magic not to be so hard!" Fankle replied, throwing away the wizard's hat in frustration. It didn't help!
The evil dragon would rather fly to the dark forest and burn it to ashes, but first, he must fulfill his promise with Bingya. He needs to dig up as much gold as possible before Halloween so he can squeeze his opponent into his position. Later, the fairies will also know the order of rank.
"Minion, I get it, when we look up at the stars, we lose sight of what's going on around us," Wankel growled, less for the sake of his audience than for the sake of hearing his own perfect voice. "I also believe the moon must be destroyed."
"Rollo agrees," the puppet replied, before adding a bit of (Farmer's) wisdom. “Instead of hoping for greener pastures in space, it’s better to toil on Earth.”
"That's why I'm not going to explore the moon, but other continents!" Winkle agreed, his dragon's spirit ignited. His favorite minions tell him about exploring the fleet to discover new lands, full of treasures, items and new levels. "If even the Manlins are going to sea to find new lands, then V&V will lead the way!" Also, I believe the moon must be destroyed. "
Despite his better judgment, the dragon couldn't help but stare into the sky, catching a glimpse of the shadow of the evil planet Moon above him.
A terrifying feeling of invisible hands crawling up and down his back unsettled Winkel, and horrific nightmares flashed through his mind; at the sight of this cursed celestial body, he recalled Had a near death experience. He felt his heartbeat quicken. His breathing became increasingly rapid. The shadow of lead wrapped its frosty fingers around his regal neck, trying to squeeze it.
Winkle, by an act of extreme force of will, succeeded in turning his eyes away from the moon, but his wandering mind could not escape the horrors he foresaw there.
The dragon vented all his pain, sorrow and frustration, pouring out all his emotions in the final spell, stretching out his hands in a dramatic manner. “Weedga
diumsa!”
For the first time since he began practicing this ancient magical art, the earth shook on its own without the dragon needing to defeat it first. Driven by his infinite power, a small seed pierced the soil and revealed a small beanstalk.
"I did it!" Winkle gloated, a little annoyed that the beanstalk didn't turn golden. "I did it! I'm a wizard!"
Congratulations! After weeks of unremitting training, you can finally cast an earth-shattering spell. Your [Feng Shui Master] has leveled up!
You have obtained the [Feng Shui] professional privilege! +20 sp, +1 i
t, +1 lack!
[Feng Shui]: Spell, 0 SP. You unleash a powerful magical effect whose effects are based on the current field and weather.
Even disappointing data gains can't destroy Vai
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Emotions.
"Your Majesty made a bean grow!" The golem Rollo was delighted to see his emperor's prowess.
"I promise you, tinfoil farmer," Winkle said. "When I'm done, my entire empire will be covered in beans!"
"Apologise?" Croissant glared at Victor who was locked in the cell. His sister stood next to the minister, holding a basket full of meat.
"Look, I admit I treated you like garbage," Victor said. "Although I only did it because you treated me like crap in the first place."
"So the two cancel each other out?" Chocolate asked hopefully. A series of healing spells restored her cheerful personality.
"No," Victor replied, his gaze returning to the croissant. "You are still cooperating with the enemy, and if Wacker sees you again, he will eat you. So I offer you a way out: you disappear from Cuckoo. Forever."
The male werewolf stared at him. "Are you going to leave me on a desert island or something?"
"We're building a new colony and we need settlers." At least not the crazy believers. "I can send you there, although you will be prohibited from returning to the mainland. As long as you don't show up again, I will try my best to forget your existence, and the same goes for Fankel. He will never go to that colony anyway, never . You can start your life over, and we guarantee you won’t go to the enemy.”
To be honest, while he understood Croissant's motivations, the only reason he was merciful to him was because of his sister. If Chocolate hadn't persuaded him not to do this, he would have sent him to the mining area with the other Night Blade warriors.
"I get to see you every weekend!" Chocolati
e continued. "I'll bring you a basket and a sheep!"
Croissant considered the proposal. It was a very generous deal considering his treason, so he feared it was some kind of trap. "Where are you sending me?"
"The moon." Victor answered.
Croissant chuckled, though not smiling. "good."
"W-w-w-w," Chocolat confirmed. "We have an entrance to it!"
Poor Croissant still refuses to acknowledge his terrible fate. "No, seriously, where?"
"You're leaving tomorrow, croissant," Victor replied, leaving the cell with Chocolate. The Prime Minister briefly wondered whether killing Croissant would be a kinder fate, considering that he would spend years with the Moon People's worshipers and their tentacled patrons.
"Thanks for saving him, Vic," Chocolat said to him after he closed the door behind them and gave him a cute wink. "I know my brother can be frustrating sometimes, but he also has a good side. I'm sure he'll learn it!"
The minister expressed his doubts, although he did not say what he really thought.
"Can you still hold on?" Victor asked her, worried about her health. Especially the injuries she sustained trying to protect him.
"Allison gave me a good patch," the she-wolf replied. "But I wouldn't mind a thorough checkup!"
She came forward to kiss him, but the brave minister quickly stepped back. "About that..." Victor struggled to find the right words so as not to be cornered, while she looked at him with confused eyes. "You... are too extreme..."
"You mean I have an overactive imagination?"
"I actually like the bachelor lifestyle. Even if I like you more than I thought...I don't want to settle down with anyone...maybe one day, but not right now."
Okay, he said it.
"Oh, me too!"
"So please don't murder anyone-" Victor froze. "What did you say?"
"I'm young and beautiful!" Chocolate replied with a smile. "Why should I reconcile with my first love? What I want is passion, torture, excitement and explosion!"
She started showing that crazy face again, which made Victor feel weird. He just couldn't understand her. "If you don't want to spend the rest of your life with me, then why are you so unwilling?"
"Because you have never forgotten our friendship!" replied Chocolate, who naively misunderstood things. "Me, because my brother wouldn't let any boys near me, and when I saw you full of authority, I couldn't resist! There were so many things I wanted to try, like the whip-knife combo!"
"I'd rather avoid that part," said Victor, mindful of his health and sanity.
"But if I'm depressed, I can get very jealous and clingy!" Chocolati
e complained.
So either he gives in to her insane appetite and she doesn't get jealous, or he doesn't give in and the cycle of obsession repeats itself. Victor parked his car in a no-car zone and now he has to endure a fine.
Remembering Allison's words about the lack of good solutions, Victor realizes that love and desire always require some kind of compromise. To be honest, he grew to like the she-wolf, even though he didn't want to marry her.
"Well, then, let me offer a way out," the Prime Minister began. "If I were to assume that I agreed to fulfill your...creative fantasies on a semi-regular basis...would you agree to not be in a committed relationship for a while, rather than brutally murder other people and bake them into cakes?"
"I'm sorry, Vic, I can't. Not even to you."
"I mean, there's no potential murder or so-called romantic rivalry."
"Oh, you should have said it first!" Chocolate pondered the matter. "So, like above friends, but below boyfriends and girlfriends?"
"Yes."
She thought about the problem for a moment, then solved it with one word. "All right."
He didn't expect that. "Really?"
"You let my brother go, Vic," Chocolate said, his voice sounding much more mature, "and you were good to me. If you needed some time to sort yourself out, I'd be mean not to give you space. "
That was a very mature response from her. "Thank you," he said, not knowing what else to add.
"Hey!" A man's voice came from behind the closed cell door. “When will I get my trial? I’ve been there!”
Victor and Chocolate exchanged glances, and Chocolate seemed just as confused as he was. "Who are you?" the minister asked.
"Wizi."
"…Yeah?"
The prisoner sighed heavily. "That magician, during the raid."
Ah! That guy! Victor smiled sheepishly, unable to find the right words to describe it. "I've had a lot of trouble to deal with lately, and I, uh, I kind of forgot about you?"
"You - you forgot a prisoner of war?" the magician choked. "Your monster!"
"Okay, I will send you to the mines for the next thirty years." Victor decided. When Croissant teams up with his enemy, the man attempts to kidnap and kill the defenseless Maggot.
Victor left the prisoner, leaving him to listen to the angry screams, left the Chocolat, and moved to another room in the castle, which Angel Mir turned into a makeshift office.
"Ah, dear Clay - I mean, Mr. Victor!" She was in a particularly good mood today. She had arranged the documents on the table with a pleasant smile on her face. "Nice to meet you."
"Same, Mir. With Savuluse's testimony, I hope the tension between your employer and the happy world has eased." At least, while trying to recover, Malfoy was very concerned about his assassination attempt. .
Miel replied: "Although Heave
and Happyla
d will never cooperate, but we agree that third parties seek to exploit our differences to complicate competition in our markets. "Demons are also enemies in human history, so my superiors agreed to provide support for the summoned creatures." They discovered that this 'Dragon Watch' points your country in a very positive direction. "
"But I don't know when we'll act on Winkle's speech. We're a long way from invading Prydon or other alien territory, and we need to train our troops first."
Winkle, too, had felt giddy since he had learned about the expedition and the rewards of discovering new lands. Completing missions helps their minions level up, collects the resources needed to build a fleet, and allows Victo
Elevate monsters to higher forms.
Furthermore, even if Winkel's stunning speech convinced the people to adopt a new currency, allowing the government to begin regulating inflation, their economy was still very unstable. The Empire was in the process of stabilizing, but was not yet completely solid.
"Considering that your karma has entered the strong shadow of chaotic good, I can only encourage your decision now." Mir read the newspaper, the smile on his face froze. "This kind of karma would be called a meteorite, even suspiciously. I hope there are no magical enhancements or special perks involved?"
He'd learned everything about himself over the past few months, and he could only give one answer.
"No," Victor lied. “It’s all about talent.”
Charisma check successful!
"Perfect!" replied the angel, overcome by the charm of his minister.
"Indeed, since my karma score is now green, I wish to renegotiate more favorable terms," Victor ruthlessly took advantage of the situation. "Half salary and a few months of paperwork doesn't sound good. I have an idea that would be beneficial to both of us."
"Given the huge improvement in your karma score, it should be easy to stand up for my virtue despite being accused by heretics." The angel nodded, then smelled an opportunity. "What's your idea?"
"We need public services. Free treatment, social services, education... but Vai
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Refuse to spend any gold, making traditional ways impossible. So, I've been thinking that instead of raising taxes, you could have citizens donate a small portion of their social security to you in exchange for angels providing critical services. "
"Special points tax?" The thought made Mill dizzy. "If all citizens of your country donated 10 SP every week..."
"They would rather provide a renewable resource that they all have instead of gold. We're getting the best of all worlds. I'd like to try it out for three years if that can be arranged."
"This would be awesome! My superiors would love it! I might even be promoted to a higher (principal) and have my own angel unit!" Mir was in high spirits now. "Maybe we can discuss it over coffee, you Did you buy me coffee just now?"
Victor's mind wandered, and although he would have jumped at the opportunity, his own reluctant answer surprised him.
"Maybe next time," he said unconvinced.
In the heart of the dark forest, among the black roots and roaring trees, the fairy lords of Formos gather.
Ancient horrors answered the call of Mel Odius, witnessing the ritual from the shadows. The giant and other slaves formed a circle around the Mel family to witness this historic day.
Lin stood beside his sister with a festering, burning scar on his chest; his punishment for failure. Odius would have been worse off if he hadn't successfully activated the bottle. Now that she knows it can trap dragons, the Black Witch produces more and more dragons.
Losing the Night Blade and her infiltrators in the human realm was a heavy blow; Winkle's declaration of war on them transformed him from a minor problem to a major one, second only to the Kingdom of Gadmani itself.
However, dear Lucy achieved her goal. She brings them the blood and bones of dragons of varying levels; the key to the former's greatest victory.
If you can't defeat them, become them, Mel Odius thought, as her father showed off his new invention: a shield made of dragon bone, blood, and darkness, whose power made the witch It pales in comparison to anything I've ever seen. The evil fairy can feel the evil energy in the air.
"Look, this is the greatest artifact, a perfect combination of fairy tales and dragon magic." Mag Mel secretly rejoiced, festering with pride. "Soulc
est".
Mel Odius raised an eyebrow in disbelief, but claimed it as her own. Her fingers touched its cold surface, causing its energy to come alive. She felt something slide into her flesh, and a strange light filled her cold heart. An artificial black soul born of dragon blood took root in her empty body. She felt whole, a feeling she couldn't properly describe.
"Does it work?" Mag Meyer asked his daughter.
Hopefully. Mel Odius glanced silently at her deadly slave and counted them.
"Ina, Mina, Mina..." The witch's eyes fell on a Cyclops. "Mo..."
"Did I win?" asked the giant. "What did I win?"
Instead of answering with words, Mel Odius cast a spell and drove a nail through his heart. The dead slave fell against the tree, his sweet red blood spilling over the roots; its kind cringed at the sight.
congratulations!
A strange blue screen seemed to reward her for a job well done.
Because of your lethal and arbitrary approach to motivating your employees, you earned a rank on the notorious "Tyrant" scale. You have earned the [Tyranny] career privilege!
+30 hp, +10sp, +1st
, +1 agi, +1 cha, +1 lack!
[Tyranny]: If you deal damage, your victim has a 10% chance of taking [Fear] damage.
"Ha...ha..." An uncontrollable roar came from Mel Odius's throat. It was a strange, new sound, but it sounded nice, "Hahaha..."
"Sister, you are..." Lin took a step back in fear. "laugh?"
Mel Odius' cackles turned into cruel, cold laughter, and her slaves and guests were stunned into silence. The newfound power and slave's death filled her with a new feeling; an emotion she had seen mortals experience but never understood.
joy.
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She had to feel it again.
