Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Celia and Lord's low shouts rang out almost at the same time.

On a collapsed stone pillar in the ruins ahead, more than a dozen ferocious monsters were alarmed and they flapped their wings and rushed towards the two of them.

"They are flying monsters. Use light arrows to deal with them!"

It was a rare opportunity to encounter a monster, and the warlike spirit in Celie's heart was rekindled.

However, just as she was about to release the magic, she found that her hand was still firmly held by Lord!

"Lord, let go first!"

Celie was a little anxious. What time was it? And they were still holding hands!

"Don't panic! Watch me." Instead of letting go, Lord held it even tighter.

He suddenly pulled Celia and slid her to the side to avoid the monster's attack.

"Follow me, Celie." Lord's voice carried a hint of excitement for battle, but also mixed with some other meanings.

He cleverly guided Celie to move around constantly to avoid the monsters' attacks.

When a monster opened its mouth in the air and spewed out a black energy shock wave, Lord pulled Celie into a neat spin, allowing her to avoid the head-on impact. At the same time, Celie, who had gradually adapted to Lord's movements, also released magic while spinning.

The movements between the two were like a tacitly coordinated duet.

Dozens of light arrows did not require any aiming at all, and they completely blocked the monster's movements. The monster that had just spewed out light had no time to react before it was shot into a hedgehog and fell to the ground.

"Good job!"

Lord praised, and took the opportunity to draw out Org, and cut the monster in half with one sword.

It was not unjust for this monster to be killed by Org.

At the same time, he exerted force with his wrist, and helped Celia duck down, avoiding the sneak attack from the other monster from behind.

Celie's magic was released, killing the monster in mid-air.

The battle is carried out in a peculiar "hand-to-hand" mode.

The long-standing tacit understanding made the two of them seem to share a common fighting consciousness. With a slight change in the strength of Lord's palm, Celie could understand and release magic.

Of course, this was also inseparable from the defensive magic and detection techniques released by the two in advance.

The two of them could see clearly the movements of all the monsters.

Otherwise, Celia would not allow Lord to act so recklessly.

When the last monster was killed by Celie's light arrow and turned into ashes, the battle was completely over.

Celie breathed slightly, looked at the traces of battle left on the ground, then looked down at the two people's still tightly clasped hands.

Not bad.

It's a very interesting way of fighting.

At this moment, she noticed that there was a small cut on the back of Lord's hand caused by the flying stones, and blood was oozing out.

"You're injured." Celie reminded.

"Small problem." Lord glanced at it nonchalantly, then raised their clasped hands and shook them, saying with a smile, "Aren't we two very compatible?"

Celie looked at his smug expression, then glanced at the battlefield after the two men's fight.

The doubts in my heart seemed to be diluted a lot by the irrefutable practical results.

At least the result was good, and these monsters couldn't possibly hurt the two of them, so they just let the man do whatever he wanted.

She pursed her lips, did not refute, but used healing magic to heal the other person's insignificant wound.

Seeing that the elf lady did not refute him, Lord's smile deepened.

In the evening, they found a stream and set up camp.

Lord naturally took Celie's hand and moved together.

During this time, he hummed a little tune and unconsciously rubbed the back of Celie's hand with his thumb.

Celie felt the other person's fingers unconsciously caressing her, and suddenly said, "Lord."

"Ok?"

"Well...in your hometown," Celie paused, as if weighing her words, "when close friends hold hands, do they also move their thumbs like this?"

Lord's humming stopped abruptly and his steps also stopped.

He turned his head and saw the elf lady's expression was calm, as if she was just asking a normal question.

"Hahaha!" Lord burst into laughter. Instead of feeling embarrassed, he walked in front of Celie, knelt on one knee, and pulled her little hand to his lips.

"What are you doing?" Miss Elf became more and more confused.

"Kissing hands is a form of etiquette."

"It feels a little itchy." Celie wanted to take her hand back, but Lord held it tightly and she couldn't move.

"You should let go. You're holding on too tightly." Celie said helplessly.

"That won't do." Lord leaned close to Celia's ear, "Because an elf once said that even without the mushrooms, fate would bring us together. If that's the case, why can't I hurry up a little?"

Celie's ears twitched slightly, and she glared at Lord. The look in her eyes was more of helpless indulgence than anger.

She tried to pull her hand away, but Lord held it tight.

"Whatever you want." She muttered softly, but in the end, she did not continue to struggle. She just slightly adjusted the angle of her fingers so that their hands fit better.

Finally, she just sighed and said, "Anyway, I can't get rid of you, a troublesome guy."

Just as she said before.

Fate has brought the two together, and only death can separate them.

Chapter 125 The Story of Thirty Years Ago

That is the story of thirty years.

At that time, the Land of the Fallen Gods had not yet become a complete forbidden zone for life like it is today. Powerful warriors or magicians could still enter, but whether they could come out was another matter.

At least in history, more than one hero has entered this area, eager to learn the name and cause of the fallen god.

But no one ever came out.

"The magical energy here is very violent. You'd better not leave the range of Athos's barrier."

Lord held the divine sword Org and warned his companions behind him.

After a long journey, they finally arrived at the Land of the Fallen Gods, and then with the help of Atos's barrier, they went deep into this one-way area.

The legendary holy sword Orger, which was said to be able to kill gods, now turned into a big light bulb, held by Lord to illuminate the way forward for everyone.

The Elsword hung quietly around his waist, emitting a restrained light.

The black fog in the Land of God's Destruction obscured all light, making it difficult for people to discern their direction.

Fortunately, Lord could vaguely sense the goddess's approximate location with the help of the divine authority contained in Orger.

Everyone was able to get closer and closer to it.

The black fog around him kept rolling, swallowing up all the light, only Org emitted a stable and sacred light.

The barrier formed by Atos in Celie's hand isolated the violent magical turbulence from the outside world. Even though these turbulences continued to impact Atos' barrier, they did not produce any ripples.

Compared with the black mud that appeared when gods died in later generations, the black fog in front of him was not enough to break the barrier of Atos.

Of course, it is also possible that this black mist is a weakened form of black mud.

Perhaps a long time ago, when the gods here fell, their divine power was as thick as mud, but with the passage of time, it eventually faded into the current black mist form.

Lord was walking in front, where no one noticed, and a small magic circle in his hand was constantly running.

Waves of power that were barely visible to the naked eye emerged from the outside world and poured into Elsword.

This holy sword, which had been broken and reborn, now shone with a plain and simple light, like a container that was slowly being filled and constantly accumulating strength.

"Lord," Celia's cold voice rang out, "You've been doing this since entering the Elf Forest."

As the one with the keenest sense of magic in the group, her gaze penetrated the darkness and landed precisely on Lord's hand, which was quietly releasing a magic circle.

"You seem to have been infusing Elsword with some kind of power? Is it the power of faith? Furthermore, before setting out, you specifically instructed the Elf King to offer a 'pious prayer' to the Goddess at a crucial time. What exactly do you want to do?"

Miss Elf's observation skills are as sharp as ever.

Upon hearing this, Noen, Eric and others also looked at Lord with the same doubts in their eyes.

Olivia couldn't help but ask, "Lord, are you trying to use the power of faith to defeat the goddess of fertility? But that shouldn't be possible, right?"

Olivia couldn't imagine where Lord would find the power of faith to defeat the goddess.

That is something that can only be accomplished by an entire race with the power of faith accumulated over thousands of years.

Olivia could not imagine that other than the elves, there was any other race that could possess such a huge power of faith.

But theoretically speaking, the elves cannot meet this condition.

After all, the elves' faith has always been channeled to the goddess, just like their Skywing tribe.

No, that's not right!

Olivia suddenly remembered that this was indeed a possibility for the elves.

Because hundreds of years ago, after completely losing contact with the goddess, the connection channel of faith power between their Tianyi tribe and the goddess was also broken.

Therefore, the Skywing tribe could only use that original connection to pass the power of faith to the goddess.

However, this was too inefficient, causing their heavenly kingdom to accumulate a lot of power of faith without being able to transfer it to the goddess in time.

And these powers of faith were also stored by them using special means.

As for the elves, Olivia remembered that they had always used the default connection channel, which was simple prayer.

In other words, as long as there is something that can absorb and store the excess power of faith of the elves over thousands or even tens of thousands of years, it will be enough to defeat the gods.

In response to everyone's questions, Lord did not stop what he was doing and continued to inject strands of the power of faith into Elsword.

Only after all his power was completely absorbed into Elsword did he turn his head with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Nothing is impossible, Olivia." His voice was particularly clear in the silence. "Celie, do you remember the time we spent in the Land of Elves?"