Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 116: Light Descends Before the Elves

Deep in the land where the gods fell.

Time has lost its meaning here, leaving only an eternity-like, seemingly endless darkness.

The thick black mud was like sea waves, carrying a sickening smell, hitting the crumbling silver barrier wave after wave.

Celia walks in this dark sea of ​​despair.

Each of her steps felt heavy.

She held the Holy Sword Atos tightly, mobilized its power, and released the most powerful defensive magic in the world.

However, in this magical black mud that was unleashed at the god's most frantic and final moments, even Atos's power pales in comparison.

The holy sword that could have released a barrier covering the entire Elf Kingdom struggled to open a spherical barrier that was only large enough for her to stand and was still being squeezed and deformed.

Outside the barrier is a darkness that can devour everything.

Every impact of the black mud wave caused the silver light shield to fluctuate violently, giving people the feeling that it could break at any time.

At this time, Celie's face was extremely pale, and she bit her lower lip so hard that it almost drew blood.

The power of the black mud wave is so strong that it is enough to make any life feel fear and want to escape.

Celia is no exception.

But after that trace of fear was completely suppressed, it was followed by a desperate persistence.

Having come this far, how can we retreat?
Celia's magic began to be injected into Athos frantically, trying to maintain the last rays of light.

"Lord..."

She whispered this name, which was also the goal she was obsessed with.

She could feel that she was getting closer and closer to the core area of ​​the final battle that year.

Even the remnants of divine power and the aura of madness that permeated the air became increasingly intense, like substantial pressure, almost completely swallowing up the tiny ray of light.

When Celia came to the central area again, the horror of the black mud wave broke out completely.

This was no longer just a wave of attacks, but rather a condensed and continuous attack on the barrier.

Every impact that condensed into shape made Atos' barrier groan under the heavy burden, and cracks appeared quietly!

Click——!
A crisp sound like glass breaking was heard.

A corner of the barrier finally shattered under these continuous attacks.

The black mud also rushed in through the gap in an instant!
Celia immediately sensed something was wrong.

Although she didn't know about Eric, her survival instinct reminded her that she must not get contaminated by this black mud.

But the barrier is so small that there is no way to retreat!

Celie could only watch the deadly darkness coming towards her!

"Is this all we can do?"

At this critical moment——

Om-! ! !
A golden light filled with sacred aura burst out from the depths of darkness!

The light was so pure that it ignored the obstruction of space and instantly split the sticky black mud, leaving Celie's body empty.

Even the black mud that had already flowed into the barrier was completely reduced to ashes under this ray of light.

When the dazzling light faded away, Celie discovered that a straight passage had been split open around her by the light.

On both sides of the passage, there was black mud that was forcibly dispersed, as if it was afraid of the sunlight.

This light and breath are too familiar.

During the final battle, facing the dark power-infused attack of the Goddess of Procreation, the man wielded Org and unleashed a corresponding attack. Even in the end, to completely kill the Goddess of Procreation, Lord unleashed the full power of Org, drawing upon the faith of the Light of El to fuse their forces together, unleashing a strike powerful enough to slay a god.

Even the soul of the god was completely destroyed by this blow.

And now, he sensed this breath again.

Celie widened her eyes in disbelief, looking towards the end of the passage, not far from her, at the holy sword that exuded an aura that made all evil retreat.

The divine sword - Org!

Orger, who had disappeared with Lord for thirty years, now appeared in front of her again, making Celie's heart beat violently.

Could it be that the man is here too?
At the same time, Orger, who was opposite Celie, also sensed it.

The approach of the destined one who carries the authority of life.

The light around him shook violently again, and actually suppressed the surging black mud for a short time.

Da da da!

The clear sound of footsteps came to Celie's ears from the golden passage split by Orger, making her look back in disbelief.

A figure slowly appeared.

The other party was bathed in the golden light of Orger and was walking towards her step by step along the channel of light.

Initially, the other person was wearing a gray cloak with a hood covering his face, making it impossible for Celie to see clearly.

But she still sincerely hoped to see the familiar face she had been looking for.

As the other person got closer, her dream came true.

The familiar face of Celia appeared under the hood. Decades of time had not had any effect on it, except that its face was slightly pale.

The other party also saw Celia.

After thirty years of time, the eyes of both sides met again.

At this moment, both Lord and Celie had a lot to say, but now was not the time to reminisce.

Lord walked to the end of the passage, just a few steps away from Celia, where Orger was floating.

Then, he stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of Orger's sword that was floating in the air!

Om-! ! !
The moment his hand touched the hilt of the sword, Orger's power was once again fully unleashed.

After thirty years of forbearance and waiting, a new life is finally coming.

Golden light shot up into the sky.

Like a sacred flame, it instantly purified the black mud within a radius of hundreds of meters!
A field composed of the same power as the divine black mud suddenly expanded with Lord as its center, isolating itself from all corrosive magic.

This was something Athos could not do.

After all, the other party was just a holy sword once used by the gods, and it had only received the gods' blessing. It was completely incomparable to the holy sword like Orger, which was forged using the power of the gods.

Only Orger can completely dispel this divine black mud.

In this golden realm, Lord stood with a sword in his hand.

He and Celie were only a few steps apart, and he could even clearly see the other person's pale face and the surprise in it.

Lord's hand holding Orger's trembled slightly, the tip of his sword pointed at the ground, and golden light flowed around him, helping him to dispel the divine power pollution he had picked up on the way.

He extended his hand to Celia: "Sorry for the wait, Celia."

His tone was slow and gentle, "Now, come home with me."

(End of this chapter)