87_87643 Kyro?!

The whole world in Moriel's eyes was clouded with a hazy white haze, which could debunk a false "true vision", but what was reflected was an infinite misty illusion, confirming to her the kingship of a goddess.

"Fog, fog!" the black horn howled, his sharp voice became hoarse, and his body involuntarily trembled like a dead leaf about to meet a storm. O'Sullivan's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.

The sound of laughter like a silver bell came from nowhere. Suddenly far away like an echo disappearing in the mountains, suddenly close to the ears, for a moment you can feel the cold wind behind your neck, just like the little sister next door lying on her shoulder is naughty blowing into her ears.

"But thank you, Sister Moriel......"

The owner of the voice emerges in a swirling slow-flowing mist. Kyro, or the Mist Lady, sat on a silver staff floating in mid-air, and the delicate triangular bracket at the tip of the staff was set with gems, and the mist was ethereal like a flame, and it landed without weight.

Compared to a few years ago, Cairo has grown a lot, and the cardamom between his eyebrows has been replaced by a style that is gradually blooming. But what remained unchanged was her cheerful and sweet smile, and the jewel pendant on her chest that Moriel had forgotten what it looked like, or had never looked closely at it.

Now Morriel sees clearly. At first glance, the pendant was a rare but not a rare star-shaped sapphire, but if you looked at it for a while. The sight and even the soul are involuntarily sucked in, into the nebula-like swirling mist hidden in the sapphire—real and yet illusory, solemn and empty, all-encompassing but nothing.

Similar to the image in O'Sullivan's eyes, this is the realm of the gods of the Mist Lady.

Morriel wrenched his gaze away from the pendant, slightly dizzy.

"Without your and Mr. Forty-Seven's help, it would not be easy for me to deal with these dark minions of Ciric alone. Kyro floated on his staff to the clearing between the two centaurs, and the swirling white mist covered the bleak waters of the cavern and the shallow rocks that were outcropping. For a while, it brought a bit of grace and softness to this cold cave, and it was like a fairy.

She turned her back to O'Sullivan and Black Horn, and seemed completely defenseless: "Really, Sister Moriel...... In return for what you have done for me, I assure you that you will always be the ruler of all the mist churches in your planes during your lifetime, even when your soul finally leaves the main physical plane......"

Speaking of this, Kairo stroked the pendant: "I promise you...... Your soul will not be carried away by the River Styx. You will come to me. Forever free from the chains of mortals and eternal life!"

In the end, Carro's voice has broken away from the natural law of sound propagation in the air, and has directly penetrated into the souls of all people with an almost irresistible will, letting them know that no matter how outstanding a human being, has no choice but to bow his head before God, because this is the humble nature that they are born with and must accept.

Milia clenched her sword, a little worried about whether the red-robed female mage would be able to resist such a temptation. The promise of the mist is the sweetness of the hidden venom. It's a gorgeous garment woven by a blade.

"My daughters of light, I need you to stop the Goddess of Lies...... Stop the great catastrophe that she may bring to the world because of her own selfishness. ”

The voice of the Lord of Splendor echoed in her head. Helped her resist the power of the Misty Lady.

As for what the complete revival of the fog will lead to, the god of splendor did not say it explicitly, perhaps because he did not think it was necessary, or perhaps it was ...... Perhaps, under the shroud of the fog, the great Amun-la did not know what this goddess, whose meaning was lies and illusions, really wanted to do.

Milia shoved the almost irreverent thought out of her mind. Quietly waiting.

Morriel steadied himself. This is not an easy task in dealing with God, especially when the conversation is about oneself.

"I have only one small request...... Please let Cairo go. "The female mage knows she has to be on the scale. While showing reasonable respect, stick to the bottom line: "For you, Cairo's body is just a vehicle for you, a shell that doesn't matter...... If you can spare this innocent girl from unnecessary trouble, then I assure you that I will do everything in my power to assist you in returning to your divine realm as much as possible......"

"Skinning with the Tiger!Stupid Red Robe!" Blackhorn laughed maniacally again, hoarse and sharp, "Why do you think we want to kill this girl named Kairo!If she's just a temporary container for Lady Mist in the main material world, then what's the point?!"

"Now she's the Mist Lady!The Mist Lady is her!" Black Horn pointed at Kairo, and Kairo didn't stop him: "In order not to let herself dissipate due to the lack of power to sustain the divine fire just after waking up, the Mist can only choose this girl's soul and fuse it! She can't leave this girl called Kairo now, so your request is actually no different from killing her!hahaha!" It's ridiculous, Red Robe, you have been ignorantly fighting against our Dark Sun Church for so long, and now you have to complete the prince's mission for us! Do it, Red Robe, extinguish the Misty Lady's divine fire, and you can save this girl-"

The fog beneath Kairo's feet stirred.

Several bands of fog stretched out from the sea of fog that steamed up like a rising tide, dancing around the girl sitting on the staff. In the middle, Kairo's long hair fluttered, his already white face seemed to be coated with a layer of silver powder, becoming dark and uncertain, his lips were also showing a touch of knife-like cruelty in the flow of light and shadow, and his eyes emitted a terrifying, moon-like brilliance...... The Mist Lady literally awoke from Kairo's body in an instant, and Morriel could even feel the time and space around him vibrate and twist as a result.

There was no more Kyro in front of Morriel. Now it's just the embodiment of the divine power that holds Kairo's image, the Misty Lady Earth itself.

In that fog that obscured the sky, where was the sweetly smiling girl in the Rain City Magic Shop?

Morriel's heart twitched. There seems to be little room for change.

"Bad lies. The Mist Lady smiled, "Even if that kid is equipped with so many assistants as the demons in the bottomless abyss, he can't handle even the simplest priesthood." ”

"Although what the fool said is not true...... But I can't risk it now. The goddess disappeared into the mist: "It's a pity that you don't accept my mention, stubborn girl. Still, I thank you graciously and wait for you to change your mind—and if it weren't for your help, it would have been a long time for me to gain the power of these Ciric voters. ”

"Get out of here!" Black Horn hissed, "Don't you want to steal my lord's power to strengthen yourself—"

The white mist swallowed him and O'Sullivan in an instant.

"Catch her!" Morrill ordered Forty-Seven to the side. Now that she didn't care if he would accidentally injure Kairo, it would definitely be even more difficult to deal with her if she let the Mist absorb the divine power of the Elect from Shiric as she did in the Swamp Temple and Fish-Man Island.

Forty-Seven, who had remained silent throughout the conversation, did not follow Moriel's orders, but jerked in the other direction.

The thunderbolt that traversed the entire cavern struck Forty-Seven as he turned. The mist swayed by the goddess was blown away by a violent blast. Smoke and vapour replaced the fog as a barrier to the view - and then slowly dissipated.

A vague and graceful figure stood on Forty-Seven, who had dragged out a long trail and finally sunk into the rock, the silver spear in his hand coiled with a dazzling blue-white electric fire, and the thunder and lightning that also flowed from under Forty-Seven's body proved that he had been pierced by this lightning spear.

She was the first to defeat Forty-Seven in one face-to-face setting, except for Singh. Is that another god armed by Forty-Seven, and why would it help the Mist?

Morriel didn't have time to worry about Forty-Seven, and probably didn't need to worry - because this guy had completely ignored the spear that pierced his body, and had forced himself to stand up and choke his enemy by the throat in a completely unorthodox motion. The massive metal gun in his right hand deformed with a roar - God knows what would become.

Instead, the attention needs to be paid to the Misty Lady who has gathered in a large cloud of mist, as well as O'Sullivan and Black Horn.

Their state at the moment can be described as extremely terrifying.

The fog that enveloped the two servants of the dark sun was almost liquefied and transparent. Carrot in the center is blurry, and only her face is left in the slightly clearer part.

O'Sullivan and Pointe-Noire are now like two people who are about to drown. The former earl was a little better, and the black horn that kept twisting his body was already in a situation where it was about to disappear. He danced with his hands and mouth wide open, but he couldn't make a sound, all the magic was frozen in his throat, and the wriggling mist had completely lost its ethereal beauty before. Instead, it became unusually hideous - it was like a mass of murderous ooze monsters eating.

Black Horn's body gradually fell apart. He looked like a piece of meat swallowed into his stomach, like metal dissolving in strong acid, and a face distorted by horror and pain swelled and shriveled. It was pulled around like a gummy by an invisible force...... The power of the mist is pulling away the Ciric divine power in his body little by little and then assimilating it, and the fate of Black Horn can only disappear after this gluttony belonging to the gods, and there is not even a trace of dust left.

"Stop!" Milia sprang into action after a moment of consternation, trying to stop the Mist Lady from eating.

"Dodge!" Faster than she was Moriel's spell attack.

Javelin-like beams of lightning were thrown from Moriel's hands. It hit the transparent wall of fog with a loud thunderous sound. The terrifying vibrations spread out in all directions centered on lightning, creating ripples in the air. The front has not yet dissipated, and it has been pushed to a higher level by the back. Finally the air shattered in this powerful roar, destroying everything that was stored in the air.

Milia took a few steps back, still drenched in the turbid waves of sound waves, her ears buzzing.

However, the fog that had directly withstood the sonic slam only trembled slightly, and continued to digest it in an orderly manner.

A silver shadow flew in front of Milia, like a stone thrown by a trebuchet.

A glimpse of the electric light. Miria saw that the spear in the Iron Warrior's hand had broken.

The vibration of her impact on the rock wall shook the entire cavern, and then forty-seven leaped in with a continuous and piercing roar. The guy he was holding in his hand probably couldn't be considered a weapon anymore, and I'm afraid that even the demon cook in the bottomless abyss who was in charge of slaughtering had never seen such a nightmare. The robotic arm has undergone an even more terrifying transformation, with a huge axe blade constructed under the long barrel. It may not be accurate to say that it is an axe blade, because it is thicker than the walls of the average house in Deep Stream, almost as long as a two-handed sword, and when it is lifted up by forty-seven, it looks like it is holding an iron door panel—the roar is coming from the blade, it is a row of sharp teeth that vibrate wildly, and it has become a blur because of the high speed.

This is the thing that cut off the spear of the Iron Woman. Maybe if you give him enough time, it won't be a problem to sawn off an entire mountain.

"Are you ready to accept Macak's love, Kelly?" Forty-Seven looked left and right with a chainsaw broadsword like an axe and a sword, and then turned to the mist where Lady Mist was hiding, "I'll cut a piece of jelly for you first!"

The chainsaw sword and the wall of fog slammed into intense flames - the embodied divine power was challenged by the most violent and savage, and indeed there was a crisis.

The divine power burned Forty-Seven's body, but he ignored it, half of his body was already in the fog, and the chainsaw sword advanced further.

"Be careful!" Morriel's magic blade struck Kelly, who was rushing towards Forty-Seven. But it passed through her without any effect

The female warrior didn't even look at her, and landed on Forty-Seven's shoulder with an afterimage. The broken spear in her hand had turned into two long swords that flickered with cold light, and they all stabbed into the shoulders from about forty-seven. In Forty-Seven's roar, the warrior's twin swords turned into hooks, tearing him out of the liquid fog and throwing him at the other end of the cavern—and while Forty-Seven was still in the air, the warrior slammed into his arms again.

The fog wriggled and squirmed, trying to heal the damage done by Forty-Seven.

Morriel fired two dark green dissociation rays in quick succession. Didn't get into it.

It did a good job, at least to give Milia, who was bathed in white flames, time to rush through the gap.

The black horn in the fog was only a bare torso, and the limbs had been eroded. O'Sullivan also appears to have fallen into a coma. Only the foggy eyes in the center grew brighter and brighter—sparkling brightly.

"You're really- I'm not going to tolerate you indefinitely!"

The Goddess's cry swirls and reverberates through the cavern, and the power of sound alone can make people dizzy.

But it has nothing to do with the two monsters that are punching and kicking each other. Yan zhòng's burned forty-seven had actually regained the upper hand, crushing "Kelly" with a roaring chainsaw sword, smirking to split her in two, while the female warrior blocked her with her arms. Delay the time to be disemboweled.

Milia struggled forward. Huge resistance was pressed from all sides, and in the seemingly calm fog was simply a tsunami of stormy waves, and she. It's a small fish that is trying to swim against the current in such a rapid.

That seems farther than a world away.

But Milia finally touched the mist—she didn't attack with her sword, because she thought maybe Morrill might find a way to pull the mist-possessed Kairo out of the mist.

The soul-suffocating blow passed through Kairo's body to Milia, completely dispersing the few remaining flames in her body.

Miriah's face turned pale, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding - she was pulled out by Moriel, who was not in a good position, and at the same time pulled out her healing staff and poured abundant positive energy into the body of the female paladin, barely stopping the erosion of the mist's divine power on her.

But because of this disturbance, the solidified fog showed signs of drifting away, and the misty lady who was touched by the body was already furious: "Presumptuous!"

A large cloud broke away from the fog and swept towards the two of them, destroying them wherever they passed—an unstoppable blow from the gods.

Morel released the rainbow wall of light just before the fog clouds pressed down, and the colorful light curtain rose almost from the tip of his nose.

She pulled the semi-unconscious Empress Miliaca back, and the wall flickered a few times before disappearing, but she had bought enough time for them to escape the encirclement of the clouds.

"Sister Milia!"

Fiona, surrounded by the flames, rushed in front of the two of them, her two-handed greatsword striking a silvery thunderbolt. The fog clouds parted like waves crashing against the reef, and Fiona gritted her teeth and struggled to hold on.

Another thunderbolt flew out of the darkness and pierced into the liquid mist.

Jane, who had just repelled the Flame Demon, turned into silver lightning all over her body, and took advantage of the destruction of the Mist Lady's defenses, and split a part of her limited divine power to attack Morriel and Miria through the gap that went straight into-

The fog exploded suddenly, and the flame dispersed the mist and overflowed in all directions, from which a cry of pain was heard.

"Stop, do you want to kill her!" the whip resembled a part of Moriel's body, striking the light wings on Jane's back with pinpoint accuracy, preventing her from delivering a second blow to Kyro.

Only half of the black horn turned into a black torrent, and the misty lady had no time to absorb the remaining divine power, but burst out all of it to repel the angelic solemn and sacred Jane.

"What are you doing?!" Fiona returned her sword and slashed at Moriel's whip-swinging hand, but was blocked by a long sword sticking out of the void halfway through: "Calm down!

Ciric's black fire also crashed into a roaring magical hurricane, and the two sides exploded violently as they canceled each other out.

The black-haired, windless and automatic Hinbu stepped out of the space door: "Chloe! stop the goddess of lies!"

The Mist Lady let out a shrill cry, "I will not forgive you, mortal!"

The mist spun up rapidly, and the unrestrained divine energy exploded, causing Xinbu to take several steps back, and the shield on his body disappeared layer by layer.

The red-haired female swordsman swept like a fly, narrowly avoiding the irregular turbulence of divine power gradually approaching the mist, and suddenly lowered her head suddenly, and a strand of red hair flew away, and then it was twisted into inches - the steel female warrior flew behind her, and the cold light gleamed between her fingers.

A large, hideous wound ripped open from her forehead to her waist and abdomen, and it seemed that she had paid a considerable price to get rid of Forty-Seven. The warrioress rushed to the weakened Mist holding her staff, picked her up, and threw her into the center of the mist's vortex—the mist, which swept O'Sullivan away.

Pure silver fire erupted from Xinbu's palm, enveloping the warriorwoman's entire body in a magical flame molded from primordial energy. The Lady of Steel, who had lost her chance, staggered a few steps, enduring the burning of the silver fire from the outside in.

"Fuck off! What's the matter with you!" Forty-Seven slashed his chainsaw sword from behind, and if it hadn't been for the fact that Xinbu had withdrawn the silver fire in time to form a magic shield, he would have been sawn in two.

Hembo was knocked into the air, and the Iron Warrior was the second victim to be caught in the saw. She hunched over and propped herself on Forty-Seven to reduce the devastating damage of the blow, and Forty-Seven thrust her into the vortex of mist like a rumbling tank—

Suddenly, the mist that enveloped Forty-Seven and the Iron Warrior suddenly rose outward, and then shrank back, as if the image of a billowing fog was played backwards, and finally all the fog shrank back to a point in the void, and the surrounding area immediately restored the original gloom and coldness of Skull Harbor, and the mist, O'Sullivan, Forty-seven, and "Kelly" disappeared in front of everyone out of thin air together