My Archangel

An answer came up quietly in his mind.

Qiao Wen did not hesitate, picked up a small piece of paper on the desktop in front of him, crumpled it into a ball, and placed it on the desktop again.

Then, his expression on his face was tense, and he stared at the small note intently.

Tick, tick--

Time passed quietly, in the quiet bedroom room, under Qiao Wen's gaze, the shape of the piece of paper that had been crumpled together began to appear point by point without being touched by anything. The point has changed.

From a ball to an ellipse, from an ellipse to a pie... the whole looks like it has been pressed by a hydraulic press.

"...That's it."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen first opened his eyes slightly, and then he was silently relieved.

He thought that he already knew what the role of the protection from the dragon Mucci in his hand was.

gravity.

No... To be more precise, perhaps it should be said that it is a means related to gravity.

It was like when Qiao Wen met the dragon for the first time, he was directly dragged by the opponent with an invisible force to fly over.

Under the effect of this protection, as long as Qiao Wen is aiming at a target at this time, no matter the magnitude or direction of gravity... it seems that it can be adjusted within a certain range.

But for now, Qiao Wen always feels that the role of this protection seems a bit subtle.

At least the actual effect shown is completely incomparable with the immediate protection of Vina and Elisa.

...The effect is too weak.

Although I had guessed this time that it was a type of protection that needed to be actively used, the reason why Qiao Wen couldn't immediately notice it was because of this.

At present, this protection can affect gravity, even squeezing a fluffy paper ball, it takes at least half a minute of brewing time to be more obvious to observe the effect.

It is so troublesome with a piece of paper, as for the words to fight against those practitioners...obviously it is a joke.

For a moment, Qiao Wen even had a question like "Something's wrong, this thing is really Dragon God's protection?"

"..."

Rubbing his chin with his right hand, Qiao Wen looked at the squashed paper ball in front of him, thoughtfully.

For the time being, as a protection from the strongest dragon god on the mainland, if it is really effective, it is obviously not enough.

"...Wait, this... always feels?"

Then, with a brief silence around the room, Qiao Wen frowned after thinking for a while as if he had suddenly thought of something, frowning slightly.

Huh--

The next moment, as the rhythm of breathing changed, a blood-red dragon phantom appeared in front of Qiao Wen.

"..."

Stretching out his hand, Qiao Wen's right hand pointed to the motionless dragon with his fingertips stretched out in front of him.

When the fingertips came into contact with the intangible phantom, they naturally passed through.

Just as Morik had judged before, the dragon phantom derived purely from the dragon's breath is at best a tool dragon.

In addition to breathing dragon's breath, it can't interfere with reality, and the intensity can only be said to be unsatisfactory.

But at this time, after seeing this scene, the expression on Qiao Wen's face changed quite obviously.

It was a change in expression that could be called "expectation".

Obviously, he thought of some good things.

Some good things that can make the dragon shadow's combat capabilities more perfect.

...

At the same time, outside the bedroom door.

A long and slender figure leaned against the door, his hands wrapped around his chest with obvious fluctuations.

Vina was listening to Qiaowen's every move in the room.

"..."

The look on the white cheeks looked a little subtle and ruddy. At this time, it had been a while since Vina came to the door.

Before, at almost the same time Qiao Wen returned to this house, Vina, who just came out of that strange room in the basement, noticed this.

Then... I don't know why, she originally saw a "new world" from a certain Saint Child's introduction, and she was still hesitating whether to talk to Qiao Wen about the basement first.

However, when she noticed the obvious hurried reaction on Qiao Wen's face that she wanted to rush back to the room to do something, she had to temporarily suppress the thought.

But now, after leaning against the door and carefully observing what Qiao Wen is doing in the room for a while, the expression on Vina's face has become even more contradictory.

Because even she can clearly feel that the current "Al" is working hard for a certain goal.

The so-called "You disturbed my study" sentence before seems to be more than just talking.

This kid... really wants to do something in this situation.

"...Obviously it makes no sense."

She squashed her mouth inadvertently. After realizing this, Vina raised her right hand and scratched her cheek, whispering.

Frankly speaking, even now, she is still pessimistic about fighting the monster.

So far, no weakness has been found.

Even the specific methods of the monster have not been fully understood.

The existence of that monster itself... is an out-and-out disaster for the deity.

Frankly speaking, if it weren't for Qiao Wen's claim, she didn't even have the idea of ​​joining forces with the temple.

What Vina really wants to do at this stage is that instead of dealing with that monster, she wants to stay with this kid in the last period of time and make up for the time wasted by her in the past ten years. come back.

But now it seems... this kid had no such thoughts at all, instead he shut himself in the room and started "learning" as soon as he got home.

However, in front of monsters of that degree, what use is it to do this kind of spear-grinding behavior at this time?

meaningless.