It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 615 Little Goblin

A white light emanated, and the half-sheep's corpse slowly began to change under Feng Ling's palm. The fluffy fur became soft and thin, and the flesh seemed to dissolve, gradually sinking into a fleshy pit.

Feng Ling was puzzled when she saw that the pit was filled with blood, and a small, round bulge rose from the blood.

The incubation process has ended.

She gently picked up the bulge, which was smaller than a ping-pong ball, with her thumb and forefinger. She was both amused and exasperated. "If I had known this thing was so small, I wouldn't have bothered. I could have just caught a mouse to incubate it."

Feng Ling held up the round little bulge in her palm for Ye Zheng to see, "It's so funny, it's only this tiny bit."

Ye Zheng looked at it from left to right, frowned and asked, "It's so small, is it okay?"

Feng Ling gently shook her palm. "Give it a try~"

The small bulge is the flower crown fairy's outer shell, as thin as paper. After receiving the wind feather's signal, the round bulge begins to wrinkle, and then a gap is torn open from the inside, allowing the tiny fairy to emerge—

In mythology, the Flower Crown Fairy is a winged girl, but Feng Ling used the flesh and blood of a sheep, so the fairy that emerged was a little lamb with wings.

Feng Ling withdrew her hand, and the little lamb flapped its wings and hovered in front of her. After a while, it slowly flew towards the confused soldiers.

"Sigh..." Feng Ling looked at her newly hatched nest creation and sighed sadly.

"What's wrong?" Ye Zheng asked, seeing her dejected. "Is it because you can't resolve the chaos?"

Feng Ling said in a low voice, "No, I just think the Flower Crown Fairy is too small and hard to raise... If I take it out in the future, anyone can slap it to death. Otherwise, let's not name it yet. I doubt it will live long."

She raised her hand and rubbed her chest, feeling very frustrated. "Nothing went smoothly for me today. Even the little chick I hatched was incredibly weak. Sigh, I feel so bad."

"Can you stop being so sarcastic?" Ye Zheng said irritably. "You don't lack cards now, you can hatch whatever you want in the future, right? Besides, don't you already have one hanging on your wrist?"

Feng Ling gripped the last silver ring on her wrist. "This is a speed-attack type pet. I can't be hasty. I need to choose a good body for it."

God knows how long she had longed for this child!
The weasel came over and climbed onto Feng Ling's shoulder to remind her to look at the message it had just sent.

[Qingyou01: This card is named Akash, Lord of Sandthroat. Its mythological origin is Bahram, the lion god, who is the god of war and victory in Zoroastrianism (the state religion of the ancient Persian Empire) and also the patron god of armies.]

[Blue Weasel 01: In mythology, Bahram has many incarnations, each emphasizing different abilities. The lion-headed human is one of them. The game system chose this image as the dungeon master, probably to match the dungeon master's powerful strength and fierce warlike nature.]

[Qingyou01: It's important to note that Bahram's divine role is related to war and armies, so playing alone might not maximize the card's advantages.]

Feng Ling finished reading, her expression indifferent.

"You're not satisfied?" Ye Zheng leaned closer to look at the Taoist priest's long-winded explanation. "That shouldn't be the case. This card is very much to your liking."

Feng Ling glanced at her helplessly, "I didn't say I was dissatisfied. The meteor just escaped, and I was thinking that it would be great if we could hatch a cub that could break the state of concealment."

The weasel raised its phone, straining to hold it up so high it was almost touching Feng Ling's face.

The phone screen displayed Ling Feiran's name.

The Taoist priest had previously recommended Ling Feiran, but Feng Ling rejected it outright.

Thinking of Ling Feiran, Feng Ling remembered the gift she had prepared and asked Qingyou, "Have you sent her the card information yet?"

The weasel nodded and showed her the chat history.

Feng Ling prepared two cards for Ling Feiran, both from the Healer class: one was the Divine Healer, and the other was the Saintess. Qing You had done his homework thoroughly, providing extensive written explanations of the possibilities for each card.

Seeing the dense text on the screen, Ye Zheng felt a headache coming on and asked in confusion, "I heard you say before that her main card is a demon. Are you sure these two cards can complement her main card?"

The blue weasel nodded again and started typing diligently.

[Blue Weasel 01: The myth of the West Wind Demon originates from Pazuzu in Mesopotamian mythology. Pazuzu is the god of the southwest wind, the embodiment of "evil wind" and "plague." In the arid Mesopotamian region, the wind blowing from the desert brings drought, famine, and disease. Therefore, people firmly believed that the aura of Pazuzu was equivalent to plague and death. However, people also firmly believed that Pazuzu was a protector against plague because...]

"Alright, stop typing." Ye Zheng waved his hand. "I was just asking casually; I don't really care that much about the reason."

Blue Weasel: "…………"

While the two humans and the weasel were chatting idly, the Flower Crown Fairy had already leisurely flown back after circling around.

The oil refinery, which was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur compounds, was now permeated with a faint floral fragrance.

The fragrance of flowers is invigorating, and the soldiers are gradually recovering, albeit at a slightly slow pace.

It's unrealistic to expect a single fairy to instantly revive all the soldiers.

The little fairy flew back to Feng Ling's hand, opened its mouth and bit her finger, and began to suck her blood.

Feng Ling twitched the corner of her mouth, looked helplessly at Ye Zheng, then at the weasel, and said, "...It's hungry."

He paused, then said, "Look at me now, don't I look like I'm raising a mosquito?"

Ye Zheng was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is this... its only way of getting food?"

“Not really, it can drink nectar, tree sap, and dew, but there are no plants here, so when it gets hungry it can only drink blood.” Feng Ling thought for a moment and sighed, “It’ll drink mine, I’m afraid if it drinks someone else’s blood it might just slap it to death.”

Ye Zheng didn't refute this. If she were bitten by this thing, she probably wouldn't even have time to see what it was before she slapped it.

The flower crown fairy, having drunk her fill of blood, flew away with her round belly to continue serving the soldiers.

On the large oil storage tank in the distance—

The meteor crouched motionless on the edge plate connecting the steel oil tank and the working ladder.

Just as planned by Windfeather, Meteor rushed to Rissa after seeing his body appear in the news.

She possesses the ability to conceal herself and can easily take any mode of transportation. Meanwhile, a major pollutant attack has occurred in Rissa, and all military vehicles are rushing to the oil refinery for support. Meteor hitches a ride in one of these vehicles, arriving only moments later than Wind Feather.

She never imagined that the so-called pollutant attack was actually Momo's revenge plan.

Meteor doesn't know much about the Fallen God card, only that Momo has a skill called Flesh Cube. Now, not only has she been resurrected, but her appearance has also clearly fused with the messenger's flesh and blood, which should be a new skill she gained after advancing.

The messenger truly loved the child and gave Momo his last chance at life, but unfortunately, the child did not cherish it.

That's fine too, let the father and son keep each other company in hell—Meteor thought expressionlessly.

　I drew some sheep, but I'm not very satisfied with them. The top right corner barely meets the effect I wanted.

　　(End of this chapter)