A rare magical miracle in the world - Chapter 144
Chapter 144: Chapter 110 Isefia: Do As You Please, I’m Invincible
Sigurian and the Evil Wolf, though powerful, were not the Master of Miracles after all.
The Masters of Miracles had the right to declare war on each other, but as their subordinates, they certainly didn’t have the right to overstep their bounds.
The Cross Strait was, in itself, dispensable.
It was simply because Sigurian and the Evil Wolf had a falling out, bluntly put, it was about face, and neither would step down.
However, this was like children from two families quarreling and calling for their parents; neither Sigurian nor the Evil Wolf could afford to lose face.
“Hahaha.”
“Why take it so seriously?”
“We don’t necessarily have to fight, right?”
“We could avoid fighting,” the Evil Wolf said casually while drinking, “There are many ways to handle this, not just war.”
Though they spoke this way, in secret, both Sigurian and the Evil Wolf loathed each other to the teeth.
If only they had known, they wouldn’t have waited for the Azure people and would have just started fighting.
The fight would have been over, and the parents from both sides wouldn’t fuss over such a trivial matter; the Azure Duchy likewise wouldn’t stand up for a mere Kristin.
But now…
‘If you dare to quarrel, I’ll have the teacher call your parents!’
That was Kristin’s intent; it was damn annoying. Couldn’t they play happily anymore?
In terms of sheer strength, even a stack of Kristin wouldn’t be a match for both Sigurian and the Evil Wolf, but she had the backing of The Three Dukes of Azure.
In this vast sea, Ogysail’s power surpassed Morgan’s, and The Three Dukes of Azure was considerably stronger than Ogysail.
Reluctantly, the negotiations had to continue.
Under Kristin’s supervision, the atmosphere no longer bristled with opposition, and indeed became much more relaxed…
However, both Sigurian and the Evil Wolf grew increasingly disgusted with Kristin: ‘I really want to hang that stupid woman up and beat her…’
At the same time, they both made a secret decision.
If there were to be a next time, they would definitely not give the people of Azure a chance to intervene; act first, explain later!
Especially Sigurian, who was now filled with rage and waiting to vent.
If someone dared to provoke him now, Sigurian would certainly strike immediately, letting the challenger know his terror.
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A week had passed since the children arrived on the island, and Bailuo had officially incorporated the first batch of weapons and armor blessed by Fairy Power into the equipment plan for the people of Yatun.
First came the weapons, then the armor.
The quantity was not large, totaling a little over 50 pieces, and eighty percent of them were weapons.
But it makes sense; the best defense is a good offense. As long as you can defeat the enemy, that is victory.
“Senior sister.”
Bailuo handed a Cross Sword to Isefia’s hands, and she glanced at it before drawing it.
“A fine sword.”
Though the material hadn’t changed, the faintly shimmering blessing runes on it, as well as the intuition of a sharp weapon, made the senior sister aware of the Cross Sword’s extraordinariness.
“Would you like to try it out?”
“Yes.”
Having said that, the senior sister directly looked at Lu Anya.
Although her strength had increased, Lu Anya’s admiration for her senior sister remained.
But she also knew she had become a member of the Miracle Race, while her senior sister was still a mortal.
The disparity in strength between them inherently couldn’t be compared, so since the Mysterious Dragon’s shamanistic ceremony, Lu Anya hadn’t crossed hands with her senior sister.
But now it was different. When the senior sister wore a full set of Fairy Armor, the powerful Fairy Power surged into her body.
Even Lilith was extremely surprised: “That’s incredibly fast.”
Logically, adapting to Miracle Power took time, but the senior sister’s aptitude was so high that she nearly mastered the Fairy Armor as soon as she put it on.
“However, my Fairy Armor is, after all, just a secondary miracle product.”
Lilith said: “Its strength is limited and it simply improves the physical qualities of the Miracle Citizens; fundamentally, the energy is limited.”
In other words, the gear was more like an external exoskeleton.
The Cross Sword, the armor on the body, the boots on the feet, all had limited Fairy Power inside, and if it were exhausted, they would immediately lose their amplification.
Of course, they could recharge themselves, but it would take time.
“Indeed.”
The senior sister closed her eyes, sensing the difference between the Fairy Armor and what Little Pegasus Walnut had brought her: “Compared to Hu Tao, the Fairy Armor’s enhancement is negligible.”
In plain terms, one spoke of joint progress to strength, while the other merely relied on external forces.
To become stronger, one would have to wait for Lilith to create even better Fairy Armor.
The problem is, the equipment of Fairy Armor requires attributes as a foundation, and that essentially also blocks this path of promotion.
Perhaps only the fairies and witches could continue to break through and wear higher-level Fairy Armor.
“Luckily, Fairy Armor doesn’t only require Fairy Power.”
Put differently, if the Tree Elves improve their life force and meet the attribute standards, even if they never learned Fairy Magic, they could still equip Fairy Armor.
“Should I equip it?”
On this side, Lu Anya, who had arrived at the Martial Arts Platform, asked, “Or should I just fight the boss like this?”
The senior sister’s strength had been recognized by everyone; there might be a gap between them now, but that’s because the senior sister truly hadn’t received Miracle Power.
Given Isefia’s talent, once she received Miracle Power, she would catch up immediately.
“You put it on too.”
The senior sister asked Lu Anya to also wear a set of blessed gear of the same level as hers: “I want to see the gap between us.”
“Okay.”
The Tree Elves actually admired the strong as well, but under the previous circumstances, even if Lu Anya had defeated the senior sister, it would only bring her shame.
