Firefly Journey

Chapter 231 Birds and Fish Take Different Paths (6)

The colorful divine oracles bloomed freely in the air and on the ground of the yellow sand area, their grandeur unprecedented to Lin Yuanran.

These oracles swept over the people of St. Louis at the same time, especially Wind Chime, whose position made her an easy target.

As countless divine pronouncements were about to fall upon her, she remained completely calm, not even lifting an eyelid, seemingly certain that these chaotic spells could not harm her.

Locke stared at the unmoving girl, a look of confusion on his face. Was she not dodging? Was it because she was unable to dodge or did she not want to?

Neither, so there's no need to hide the wind chimes.

A silver staff suddenly appeared above her head. The staff emitted endless, mysterious magical power in all directions, and judging from its fluctuations, it did not seem to be the work of the Holy See.

How is this going?

As everyone knows, Feng Ling comes from the Xu family of Yicheng, and the Xu family is one of the seven ruling families of the Bema Principality. Her growth is closely related to the Holy See, so how could she possibly have any other powerful magic!

In the Mechanical Wings faction, a man whose one eye had been replaced with a mechanical eye stopped attacking, his gaze becoming deep, and then explained to his companions:

"If I'm not mistaken, this magical energy fluctuation comes from the Dark Temple; it's a mysterious and unpredictable temple oracle."

"Moto, are you kidding me? How could the Vatican be involved with the Dark Temple?" Wendy's friend, Temimi, said incredulously.

Wendy, standing beside him, also changed her gaze as she looked at Wind Chime. She had known Wind Chime for a long time, around the same time as Ario, though she hadn't interacted with her as much as the latter.

She had felt uncomfortable about this when Wind Chime lived with Ario in Torreg.

After learning about Fengling's personality, I no longer had any other thoughts, because someone like Fengling was from a completely different world from the boys and girls in the town.

How could someone like that possibly be interested in Ario?

Even now, her original thought resurfaced. How could it be impossible? They were in the same college, the same class, and even saw each other every day. How could they not develop feelings for each other?

Thinking of this, Wendy bit her lip, feeling a little suffocated.

Looking at the umbrella-shaped starlight barrier above his head, Lin Yuanran was even more incredulous than the outsiders. Not only him, but everyone else in St. Louis was also greatly shocked.

Is this the wind chime we know?

Why does it feel like... you've become a different person?

Or perhaps, no one truly understood her from the beginning?

The divine pronouncements from all directions were blocked by a small staff, and the person being protected was unharmed.

Various voices gradually emerged from the attacking crowd.

"Damn it! How could she have another trick up her sleeve!"

"That's not the Vatican's magic, why?!"

"Wait, that staff looks... a lot like the moon."

"The moon? The goddess of darkness?"

"Joanna, do you know her?!"

Someone who knew Joanna, the candidate saint of the temple, quickly asked.

Wind Chime had warned them long ago not to say things they shouldn't. Although Joanna and Wind Chime didn't get along because of Joanna's position as a saintess, she didn't dare to disobey orders.

Ultimately, the position of saintess holds a very high status in the temple, placing her above the candidates for saintess. If Wind Chime were to target her, kicking her out of the church wouldn't be a big deal.

After all, there is only one Holy Maiden, but there are so many candidates that you can't count them on two hands.

"I...I don't know," Joanna decided to evade the question.

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, everyone stopped, and the situation became tense again.

However, Fengling had no intention of letting the matter rest.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the staff "Silver Moon" automatically returned to her hand.

"Weren't you going to eliminate us? Come on, keep going."

As she spoke, her voice amplified by the divine pronouncements of the "Sound Mage," spreading in all directions.

That's incredibly arrogant! Absolutely incredibly arrogant!

Does she intend to take on everyone by herself?

Locke had never suffered such humiliation since he first distinguished himself at Ecklin Academy, and upon hearing this, a surge of anger rose within him.

Who do you think you are? Do you really think you're invincible?

Locke felt a surge of heat rush to his mind and was immediately sent flying.

"Come on then! Who's afraid of you?!"

When he left the North, his adoptive father, Mond Toby, repeatedly instructed him to teach the Papacy a lesson.

If he fails to do so, he will surely face severe punishment upon returning home. Therefore, he must stand up and confront them from every angle.

Seeing Locke step forward again, the crowd felt emboldened once more. After all, all you're doing is relying on the fact that you're a Tri-Awakener, aren't you?

You're not the only one who's like this, so why are you putting on airs?

Locke stopped wasting words and sprinted forward, his fists clenched tightly. As a "fighter," he had an advantage as long as he could get close, even against opponents of the same level.

Faced with the crowd's renewed attack, Fengling turned her head slightly and said to her companions, "Stand back a bit, or you might get caught in the crossfire."

"???"

I'm afraid it will affect us...

So, we're the ones who hold you back and affect your performance?

The group from St. Louis exchanged glances. In this situation, they had no choice but to believe them, and so they all retreated.

Wind Chime was quite pleased with their behavior and smiled, a rare sight for her.

Then, she raised the crescent-shaped staff with one hand, and with the other hand, she held a black-sealed magic book that appeared out of thin air.

At this moment, no one knew what that meant, except for Joanna, whose expression changed.

As a candidate saintess of the Dark Temple, she naturally knew the significance behind that book.

The ancestral artifact, "The Book of Ayepeya," was actually given to her by the Palace Master!

No wonder she was so confident; in front of the ancestral artifact, everything else was nothing but an ant.

Having reached this point, Joanna sighed softly and then withdrew the oracle.

Resistance is pointless; the outcome is already predetermined.

……

"This is?!"

In the training field, Margarita, who was on the instructor's seat, stood up abruptly, spread her hands out and braced herself on the table, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Renocourt and others reacted in the same way she did.

Clearly, through the magical fluctuations emanating from the dark-skinned ancient creature, it was not difficult for everyone to recognize where it came from.

"How could this be?" Renault exclaimed in shock, then looked at Bennett, the person in charge of the Dark Temple.

"Give me an explanation!"

The little old dwarf stood up, straightened his collar with a smile, and said, "The Holy Maiden of the Dark Temple possesses the Heavenly Book that the successive Temple Masters have all owned. That seems quite reasonable, doesn't it?"

The combination of the words "temple," "saint," and "heavenly book" stirred up a storm.

No wonder……

No wonder Texas tried so hard to win her over, but Wind Chime refused to be his student. Aside from Cassius Bello, her identity was probably the main reason for her refusal.

The saintess of the Dark Temple is not worth as much as a high priest's student?

Shock and disbelief were palpable emotions that erupted in both the mentors' and audience seats, leaving everyone in awe.

……

Lifted by dark magic, Fengling's feet left the ground, and she was suspended in mid-air.

She smiled and recited a string of ancient incantations:

"A light purer than the moon."

"A darkness deeper than the night sky."

"They coalesce into fragments representing nightmares, devouring everything!"

Miraculously, with the blessing of the "Heavenly Book," Fengling performed another miracle.

A hymn to annihilation.