Chapter 965 Who is one of our own? You are not worthy!
Two days passed in a blink of an eye. After the soul butterfly Hastur swallowed a dragon crystal and countless high-grade magic crystals, the little guy's condition finally stabilized.
Boom looked at Christine, whose smile never faded, and felt that this was her truest appearance. There was no need to suppress her anxiety, and there was no need to carefully store that kind of despair.
And just as Boom imagined, after Christine completed the "awakening ceremony" in Hastur, the soul butterfly, the boulder in her heart finally fell to the ground. At this moment, she even felt that the hot sunshine outside the wonderful house was as beautiful as a holy one.
The light and even the noise are like Sanskrit sounds.
As for the little girl Rikka, she seemed to be even happier. She had an extra partner out of thin air, and she also transformed from a big fat insect into a little boy. In line with the principle of "whoever has the big fist should listen to whoever says it", I saw that
Rikka was sitting in front of her "giant doghouse", while Hasta, the soul butterfly, stood respectfully opposite.
"Well...counting the days, you were born three days ago. Are you satisfied with your stay in the Wonderful House? What do you think of the food they cook?"
The little girl is holding the black wooden staff in her left hand and the wand of annihilation in her right hand, as if the "giant doghouse" behind her is her throne, and Hastur, the soul butterfly standing in front of her, is a close confidant.
"The food prepared by Rikka-sama is very delicious, with distinct layers and just the right seasoning."
"I have had a good rest in the Wonder House these two days. It is more comfortable than the giant rock cradle."
Upon hearing this, Hastur first gave an elf gift to Rikka, and then replied fluently in common language. As the saying goes, "dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, mice give birth to children and burrow in the ground, and turtles are originally the eight kinds of kings." Perhaps it is because of the relationship with the king.
Christine and Christine have been dependent on each other for more than four hundred years. Hastur, the Soul Butterfly, is naturally extremely smart and can learn anything so quickly.
Moreover, Hastur's memory is extremely powerful. He can master most knowledge once he learns it once, and he can master it after learning it again. He mastered the common language proficiently in two days, and his speaking ability is no worse than that of ordinary people, even
It can be said that you can’t tell that you are a novice at all.
Coupled with the elegant behavior carved in the same mold as Christine, it is natural to marvel at his extraordinary talent. However, Christine feels a little pity that the soul butterfly Hastur is not magic.
Master Miaozi, or in other words, cannot practice the magic of this world at all. Like Perseus, although his magic power fluctuations are extremely powerful, he can only master the secrets of blood.
"That's it, then you can follow them from now on and become my servant like the shield man! May the gods... no, may the old gods bless you!"
Rikka's little hands were raised high, as if a monarch was conferring knights. She learned these messy things from novels, so they seemed a bit nondescript.
"Yes, Lord Rikka! I, the soul butterfly Hastur, will be your servant from now on. Wherever your blade points, that is the bad land I want to destroy!"
Soul Butterfly Hastur knelt down on one knee. Not only did he read the lines word for word, but his expression and behavior were also just right. This was a certain opera scene that Rikka gave him. The little girl seemed to like being complimented, and she still
That kind of plot between a great noble and a loyalist.
"Stop making trouble. Hastur is Christine's relative, so he is naturally your brother. How can a sister make her brother a servant?"
After Boom cleaned the plates, he sat down next to Christine with a tea cup. Although he didn't mind Rikka's careless character, he might not be angry with Christine because of this, which would be a bit disturbing.
It was self-defeating.
However, Christine just smiled and shook her head, and then looked through a certain magic book again. In her eyes, both Rikka and Hastur were children, and the children's actions would naturally not be criticized.
Rising to the point of breaking up with each other.
"Hey! This is my black robe, but you are about the same figure as me, so just put it on. From now on, we will be our own people!"
Seeing that no one objected, Rikka took out a black robe of her own from the dimensional space with a smile, and then put it on Hastur with her own hands.
However, precisely because of this move, Perseus, who had been sitting silently by the fireplace, suddenly raised his head, and his pure white pupils were fixed on Rikka's abdomen, or the dimensional space within it.
This strong man usually had a dull expression, but at this moment he frowned slightly. After a moment, he seemed to give in to something, and then stood up slowly, and a gray air filled his bald head, condensed.
For closed helmets.
"Secret Technique! Powerful Demonic Arms!"
"Secret Technique! Gravity Control!"
The gray magic power came out of his body like a real substance, and Perseus's arms instantly swelled to several times their original size, and with the blessing of the secret technique of "gravity control", his speed also increased to a terrifying level.
Situation.
He punched out with no skill at all, and as two magic barriers appeared one after another in the Wonderful House, Perseus' attack finally hit Rikka. But even so, the strong wind also knocked the soul butterfly away.
Star rolled directly out of the Wonder House, and finally stopped after hitting a wooden pile.
Boom's face froze, Christine also frowned, and Rikka directly transformed into the strongest form, and the star eyes also emitted a ghostly light.
But Perseus, who had always been respectful to Rikka, had a red light flashing in his eyes at this moment, and he made no move to explain anything to Rikka.
"Who is one of our own? You are not worthy!" Perseus said this slowly, and then began to gather those gray magic powers again. This sentence was what the other party asked for, and Perseus had no choice but to obey.<
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"Secret Technique! Falling from the Sky..." The armor on Perseus emitted fluorescence, and he was seen walking step by step outside the Wonderful House, as if he was going to fight Hastur the Soul Butterfly to the death.
"That's enough! The toy's disobedience can only be the owner's fault, and as a toy, you can die today!" Rikka failed to use Perseus's secret technique of launching a large-scale atmospheric attack, and turned into a crippling beam.
Shadow rushed towards the opponent.
The small white handprint was on Perseus' helmet. Half a second later, Perseus was taken out of the Wonder House by Rikka, and then he was smashed ten meters underground.
"You really want to die, don't you? You don't deserve it? Is it that he doesn't deserve it, or that you don't deserve it?"
"Gift of liberation! Second dance, return... Oops!"
Rikka, who originally planned to execute Perseus with her own hands, was suddenly covered by Boom. The little girl then turned her head and looked in confusion. She didn't know why her brother wanted to protect him at this moment.
In Rikka's mind, Perseus was his servant from hundreds of thousands of years ago, but as long as he did something that brought shame to his master, he could only be cut into pieces and fed to wild beasts.
The relationship between the ancient ferocious beasts and the relics is like this. Either the latter will always surrender, or the latter will be casually killed by the former. There is no third possibility.
But Perseus seemed extremely weird today, because until this moment, he was still locking his eyes on Hastur, the soul butterfly, as if only one of them could survive.
"Are you okay?" Christine stood next to Hasta and asked softly.
"It's okay, and the black robe presented by Rikka-sama is not damaged!" Hastur, the soul butterfly, replied calmly, but the insect nest in his left eye was emitting wisps of black light, and he seemed to be planning to fight Perseus to the death.