Fast Travel: The sick villain is also sick today

48 Chapter 48. The Frog 1
——You are my hope in the dark.

When the Wings of Fear flapped its wings and flew over the Sarrith continent, glaciers fell into the ocean, mountains collapsed, flames surged up through the cracks in the ground, and rising mist surrounded the continent, the world began to collapse slowly and rapidly.

The first is the sky, the silver-white sky is shattered like a mirror, and the golden-purple lightning pillar runs through the entire earth from top to bottom.

The stars faded into the darkness, and chaos and ignorance occupied the high ground.

The trees withered, the herbs bowed under the wind brought by the giant wings, and the creatures roared and flames swept across the earth.

The elves prayed to the moon, and the races on the Saris continent were united like never before. Under the bloody trenches, the gods responded to the call of all living beings.

The light breaks the dawn from the sky, the blade of dawn cuts across the earth, and nails the wings of fear to the mirror of reincarnation, and the flames of war gradually die out from then on.

until now.

Minai closed the "Sarith Chronicle" in her hand, and the prologue briefly introduced the situation of the Saris continent. She reached out and stroked the long silver hair hanging on her chest to her shoulders.

The high dome of the Gothic building and the dark lighting only allowed a ray of sunlight by the window to fall on her dazzling silver hair, Minna opened the dark blue curtains, and the sunlight from outside the castle poured in.

"My dear Princess Hathaway, are you curious about this history?"

Mina's gaze fell on the book cover with silver letters on a black background. The letters outlined in cursive fonts were gorgeous and elegant, and contained a power that was hard to ignore.

Knowledge is power.

The man with long black hair draped slowly walked behind Mina, and his slender fingers with well-articulated bones landed on her shoulders.

"Mitchell." Minai didn't turn her head, and opened the prologue again, her eyes fell on the sentence "nail the wings of fear to the mirror of reincarnation".

When she first came to this world, Hathaway set up a magic formation in the wilderness, shivering in the cold winter night, and drew the formation she secretly learned with blood.

It was Christmas Eve.

The little princess who is not favored by the king is looking forward to the arrival of a Santa Claus who can bring her warmth and gifts.

"Satan Claus" was written in blood on the summoned circle.

Hathaway, who had lost too much blood, didn't even notice that she spelled the wrong syllable when calling Santa Claus. The spelling that should have been "Santa Claus" was carelessly misplaced, and she summoned a creature that should not have appeared in the world.

"You shouldn't be here." Mina glanced at the drawn curtains and the sunlight through the glass from the corner of her eye.

It is daytime.

The dragon does not need to shy away from day or night, but the features on his head are so conspicuous that no one will fail to recognize that it is a dragon horn.

"Your Highness, don't you welcome me?" Mitchell knelt on one knee, held Minai's left hand, and kissed her.

"Yes."

Minai doesn't save face at all, she doesn't want to see Mitchell at all now, the size of this summoned dragon is not as exaggerated as described in the chronicle.

He cannot destroy the world, as long as a high-level magician or high-level knight comes, he can be killed and sealed.

When He appeared, Mina just woke up. The dragon, the size of a pony, folded its wings and prostrated itself on the ground, weak and vulnerable.

He spread his wings, trying to scare away the little princess who summoned him. Mina stood there quietly, seeing his wings overwhelm the surrounding tall trees, which aroused the vigilance of the palace guards.

The formation paved with blood on the ground began to dissipate, and there were no traces of any living creatures except for a few trees that fell inexplicably.

Mitchell said that it was because the seal of tens of millions of years had reduced his power.

"His Royal Highness doesn't welcome me, and there is nothing I can do." Mitchell stood up, sat on the sofa next to Minai, crossed his legs, and took out a copy of "Wings of Fear" from the bookshelf.

The dark golden font on the cover of the book is sharp and elegant, and on the first page opened, there are a pair of red golden pupils, which are the giant dragon recorded by the painter through the narration of the bard.

"I have something to do in the temple today." Minai chased people in disguise, oh no, chasing dragons.

She is now wearing only a pure white nightdress, and the gown that belongs to the saintess candidate has not yet been changed.

"Her Royal Highness has no faith."

Mitchell didn't move. He stood there and looked at Minai leisurely. How could a person who truly had pure faith in the God of Light summon Him.

"I am faith."

Mina glanced at Mitchell lightly. Originally, entering the fast travel world could suppress the chaotic and ignorant prayers in her ears, but as time passed, this effect became weaker and weaker.

Mitchell leaned against the wall and laughed mercilessly. The little princess was about to go to the seminary to be baptized by the gods, and she uttered wild words before she left.

"Your Highness, you have my breath."

The gods disappeared, leaving the representatives of the gods to walk in the world.

The Eric Empire is one of the largest empires in the Saris Continent, and it believes in the Supreme God of Light.

As the sword-bearer of the Dawn Blade, as long as he has the slightest breath with Mitchell, the Supreme One can detect it.

Fortunately, the gods are asleep and unable to respond to the prayers of all living beings.

The agent inherits less than one percent of the god's power, so he cannot detect him who is weak now.

"Yes."

Mina picked up the staff at hand and chanted obscure arcane spells. The mist in the air condensed into water droplets. Under the wide-open window sill, the dew that condensed on the leaves of the mulberry tree in the morning climbed up and condensed between the two of them. between.

She tapped her right index finger in the middle of the huge water polo, and the originally transparent water color was spread by darkness from the center until the entire water polo turned into pure black that light could not reach.

Minai didn't have any face at all, and manipulated the arcane water polo to surround Mitchell.

When Mitchell punctured the water polo, the black liquid poured all over his body, and the ink blurred his eyes.

When Mitchell shook off the water droplets on his body, the sticky and wet feeling on his body was still lingering.

The instigator changed into a long skirt of the same color as her hair, with long silver hair tied behind her, and a wreath dyed with four-color snow star flowers on her head.

The Greek-style dress outlined her beautiful and delicate body.

This era is extreme.

It has the most devout prayers to the gods in the Middle Ages, and it also has the luxury and luxury of the Victorian period.

The civilians are struggling to survive in the shadow of the city where the sewage is flowing, and the nobles are changing their dance steps under the brilliant candlelight.

The gods and the Holy See are above the kingship and dominate every move in this world.

"Are you going?" Minai remembered to ask the dragon next to her before leaving. She has been here for nearly half a year.

In the past six months, she learned arcane arts and improved the situation of the unfavored little princess. Now she is high above the castle, replacing the eldest princess and becoming the king's favorite.

What's more, at this moment, she will go to the seminary and become a candidate for the saint.

(End of this chapter)