Dorothy sat on the soft seat. She took off the little kitten that had been sleeping on her shoulder and stretched out her fingers to wake her up.
"We're going to do it, Buster, this is our first battle."
"Meow~ow~"
The little kitten who had just been awakened by her owner still didn't understand what was going on, but when she heard her owner's words, her eyes widened with anger and she let out a roar that she thought was very powerful.
"It's awesome. It is indeed my staff. Buster is so reliable."
Dorothy was also amused by the little guy, but in order to prevent the little guy from being sad, she covered her mouth, calmed down her smile, and then praised the little cat like a child.
After receiving the praise from the master, the little one suddenly became elated. She lowered her head and rubbed her head against the master's palm. At the same time, a childish but pure and determined voice also sounded in Dorothy's heart.
"I bless you, my Lord, and may victory always be with you."
As this heartfelt voice sounded, Dorothy's nervousness, which was about to be fought for the first time in reality, suddenly relaxed, and a mysterious confidence emerged from her heart, as if true victory was always with her.
However, her overly powerful inspiration quickly revealed the source of this power and the nature of this blessing.
"It is a psychological blessing similar to hypnosis. It has the effect of invigorating the spirit, improving self-confidence, and surging fighting spirit. However, it is still a bit crude and immature."
Although she made this evaluation in her heart, it did not prevent Dorothy from looking at the little milk cat in her hand with surprise.
This little guy really has something. Has he already begun to awaken his talents not long after he was born? Moreover, this power similar to war mobilization is interesting, and it is really related to the real name he gave her.
Cat God Bastet, the goddess in ancient Egyptian mythology in her previous life, the patron saint of the family, the daughter of the sun, is a gentle and loving goddess.
But it also has a ferocious and cruel side. It and another Egyptian goddess, the lioness Sekhmet, are sometimes regarded as one and the same, symbolizing the balance of nature and power.
Legend has it that when the cat god Bast is angered, he will manifest the brutal side of the lioness Sekhmet, the goddess of war, destruction, and revenge.
So the blessing Buster gave her just now seems to have a bit of the divine power of the Goddess of War, but this immature power is still far from the power of God, but the little one is still growing, and the future is promising.
, the future is promising.
Anyway, my previous large investment was not a loss. This little guy's talent far exceeded expectations.
"Thank you for your blessing, Buster, then come with me to the battlefield."
Dorothy, who was in a good mood, had already forgotten the tension before the war. She did not take action to get rid of the effect of the little milk cat's childish "declaration of war", and just sent out an invitation to her partners with high fighting spirit.
.
"Meow~ow~"
The little milk cat cheered, and then its true body appeared in a burst of light.
It was an extra-long staff that was about two and a half meters long. The body of the staff was as bright as if it were made of gold. There was a cross shape on the top of it, and a glorious circular sun crown was inlaid on it with the center of the cross as the center.
Above, the corona is surrounded by dazzling golden magic flames, really like a small sun.
The center of the corona is inlaid with a long and narrow gem, which looks like a cat's pupil. This makes the entire corona at the apex look like the sun and the eyes of a huge cat.
This is the eye of Naira, the eye of the sun god. As the daughter of the sun god, the cat god Basta represented the eyes of the father god before he was born. Therefore, he is also called the god of the East, the god of sunrise, and the divine omniscience.
Eye. (Refer to the Eye of Sauron in The Lord of the Rings)
Dorothy stretched out her hand to hold this gorgeous and solemn staff. It was warm and comfortable, and a strange sense of closeness came from her hand, as if she were stroking the soft flesh ball in the palm of a little milk cat.
Her magic power began to flow from her body into the staff in her hand, and the silky smooth flow was wonderful. She no longer had the caution when using the old staff, but only the smooth feeling of the human staff becoming one.
Dorothy has used advanced staffs in the Magic Network. Those powerful staffs with various auxiliary abilities can double her strength, but there has never been a staff like Buster's now.
It went so smoothly.
It was as if Buster had been specially customized to her shape. He could move it as he pleased without any need to adjust it. The perfect tacit understanding of the man and the stick as one made Dorothy feel even more novel.
Well, with such a partner at hand, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Holding the cat staff, the young witch stood up with increased confidence and walked to the gate.
One minute before the gate was opened, Dorothy closed her eyes and began to adjust her breathing.
This is her habit, a technique she learned to calm down after being tortured and killed again and again and failed in the magic network duel.
All the excitement or anxiety before the war is a burden. Facing the upcoming battle, the best mentality is to be as calm as still water.
There is no need to think about the gap between ourselves and the enemy. No matter how much you think about it, it will not change the facts. It will only make you anxious. Therefore, just be yourself and ensure that you make as few mistakes as possible.
There is no need to think about whether you can win or not. The results after you go all out will tell you the answer. Whether you taste the joy of victory or drink the bitter wine of failure has its own unique flavor.
While closing her eyes and concentrating, Dorothy recalled the scene when she entered the magic network duel for the first time when she was ten years old. That scene is still vivid in her mind, but she was not as calm at that time as she is now.
, her mind was filled with all kinds of emotions, excitement, enthusiasm, uneasiness, worries about gains and losses. Until the gate opened, she was still thinking about whether I should start with fireball or ice arrow later.
Now, she has indeed grown up, from the little rookie to the veteran you are now.
Although victory is joyful, it is not enough to make her crazy. Although failure is bitter, it is not enough to make her shaken.
The experiences of countless magic network duels in the past six years flew before her eyes like a fleeting glance.
The storm that swept everything, the thunderstorms as dense as rain, the unstoppable meteors, the extreme cold that froze everything...
There are always all kinds of powerful and unimaginable opponents on the field.
She has witnessed this.
Failure is inevitable despite all efforts, a desperate counterattack that never gives up after a desperate situation, an evenly matched opponent who cherishes each other's chess, and a hearty crushing victory after taking everything into account...
....
There will always be these special developments with ups and downs on the playing field.
She has experienced this.
So what is there to be afraid of? This is just the most ordinary duel. Even though this body is indeed going to the battlefield for the first time, my heart has already experienced hundreds of battles.
Even if the duel with the magic net is fake, and the illusory world is only 99% real to reality, some people always say that a truly powerful witch will not participate in the ridiculous duel with the magic net, because it is completely unrealistic.
It's meaningless. The one percent gap between illusion and reality may be enough to cost you your life on a real battlefield.
But so what?
The world of the Magic Network is indeed false, but the journey, efforts, and achievements of the past six years are real.
The illusory world has given me the soil to thrive, and now, I will turn from imaginary to real and rush to the real arena.
Dorothy opened her eyes, and the gate in front of her was slowly opening. Outside the gate, all kinds of information were perceived by her at once, turned into countless data, and were accepted and processed by her brain.
Well, it is indeed different from the one in the Magic Network. The brain that could handle everything easily in the Magic Network is now running slowly like an overloaded computer. There seems to be only one percent difference between reality and illusion.
There is a slight difference, but there is actually a huge difference brought about by qualitative changes between the two.
Now this level of difficulty is a real battle. Compared with this, the magic network duel does seem a bit trivial.
But so what?
This kind of challenge is interesting enough, and besides, it is much simpler than starting from scratch six years ago.
Besides, if your brain is overloaded, just upgrade the configuration on the spot.
Dorothy switched to a breathing rhythm, a technique she had mastered since birth but had never actively used in the past.
[Dragon's Breath: Where does the dragon's power come from? Hard dragon scales? Sharp dragon claws? Or the dragon language magic that destroys everything? No, it's the dragon's breath. 】
[The unique breath shapes the power of the dragon. It brings a powerful body to the dragon, shapes the dragon's heart with infinite magic, and grows the indestructible dragon scales and all-conquering minions...]
[As long as you can still breathe, you will continue to get stronger. Breathing is the source of the dragon's power, and the dragon's breath is the power of the dragon to destroy everything.]
On Dorothy's identity card, the originally blocked * number in the talent column disappeared, revealing this last hidden talent, which was the power she inherited from her mother Euphilia.
"Let's fight, Sophilia."
The still young dragonling let out a childish roar, and the new dragon wings spread out behind her, taking her soaring into the sky.