I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages - Chapter 817
Chapter 817: The decision of fate!
Translator: 549690339
However, at this moment.
The dark sky suddenly wriggled like the wind and clouds.
A low laugh rang in their ears, ”
“The successor of the snake of the ages is as cunning as she is.”
“I’ve underestimated you.”
“Beyacheis. Wolland ”
but you can’t escape the fence of fate
It was villan’s voice.
However, the voice was very ethereal.
It seemed to be coming from a very, very far place.
What followed the voice was
There was also the shrill neigh of a beluga whale!
[ warning: the waterfall of Fanny’s memories is descending ]
sixth sense: you have sensed that villan’s main body is in the ‘heart of the plane’, and he is trying his best to give birth to the’ original spirit’.
“You’re not qualified to talk about fate.”
Beya lifted her head and faced the black raindrops that were coming at her like a waterfall.
“Maybe.”
“But you still have to make a choice.”
After saying this.
Villan’s voice disappeared completely.
The heavy rain started to pour down on the platform.
Roger and Beya remained motionless.
At that moment.
Their brains were flooded with a sea of memories!
It was the heart of the beluga whale Fanny.
Very quickly.
A slideshow-like scene appeared before Roger’s eyes.
He looked on coldly.
His mind gradually cleared up.
The information turned into words, Phantoms, and finally into a low groan.
[ before that, she had never seen light ]
Richard was one of the three whale groups in the sea of ruins.
Fanny was also one of the bigger ones.
In its infancy, it was far stronger than other white whales.
This allowed her to occupy the position of leader among the groups of young whales.
Just like the other young whales.
From the moment they were born, they would leave their parents.
They were wandering in the endless darkness, looking for food.
Or they would become food for other powerful races.
In the abyss of destruction.
Devouring each other was a normal thing to do.
Even though the white whale’s size was already at the top of the food chain.
However, there were still unknown huge shadows that swam past from the deeper parts.
After that, they would silently take away all the lives in an area.
It was like a white whale devouring fish and shrimp.
This was the law of nature.
But to Fanny
That was the place where she was the most comfortable.
Many young whale groups would rashly charge into places they shouldn’t.
In the end, he got himself killed.
But she would not.
She had an exceptional sense of danger.
He was always able to lead his companions to avoid danger.
Her combat power was off the charts.
All the younger brothers in the whale colony had been beaten by her until they were obedient.
She was also one of the most elegant and beautiful white whales.
In the group of white whales.
The vast majority of young males looked forward to becoming her partner.
They were always around her.
The price was to be beaten up by her every day.
The male whales never got tired of it.
They followed Fanny every day to look for food.
He would go up and confess his love after he was full.
Then, he was beaten up.
And so on.
Such days.
Happy and simple.
At least, that was what Fanny thought.
Before she met wendemier.
She felt the same way too.
Richard vandermier was the weakest of all the young whales.
And he was a male.
He was famous among the beluga whales in the sea of ruins because of his petite body and strange appearance.
Of course.
This reputation was purely negative.
Because he was weak.
He had been driven out of the original young whales early on.
It was also because of its small size.
Only then was he able to follow behind a few large whale groups for free food and drink.
He could barely survive.
But severely stunted ”
When she met up with vandermill.
He was being beaten up by her underlings.
The reason they gave was that the existence of wendemier would only waste food.
Fanny was the only one who knew.
He had been in a bad mood these past few days and had hit her harder.
These male whales, who were bursting with hormones, had suffered a loss at her hands.
Naturally, he could only vent his anger on the weak vandermill.
All of this had nothing to do with her.
However, as he watched the pitiful vandermill being pressed down on the reef of the sea bed and beaten until his skin cracked
Fanny suddenly stepped forward and chased away all the male whales.
Under the surprised gazes of his underlings.
Fanny took over the task of beating up wendemier.
Because she suddenly felt that her underlings were right!
How could such a weak white whale survive?
He would only be a waste of mutated shrimps if he were to live.
It was better to return to the sea of ruins as soon as possible.
With such a thought.
That day.
Fanny beat up vandermill for an entire night wheel.
In the end, vandermier lay on the seabed, his body covered in wounds.
He was dying.
Fanny left the house, satisfied.
The next day.
Fanny was done with her foraging.
In the end, he was surprised to find that there was a weak shadow following behind his whales!
The shadow was still greedily eating the mutated creatures!
It’s that damned vandermier!
Fanny was enraged.
She rushed forward.
He was pushed to the seabed.
He began to beat and hit her head every day again
If it wasn’t for the fear that the thick blood would attract the deeper shark groups
She would have used her sharp teeth to tear open wendemier’s skin!
This time.
As usual, vandermill ended a ‘night wheel’ with his dying breath on the seabed.
Fanny left, very satisfied.
On the third day.
On the fourth day.
On the fifth day.
On the seventh day.
While Fanny was beating up wendemier, she was surprised to find that
The color of his skin had changed!
From the dark gray color of the young white whale to the dark gray color of the white whale.
It turned into a dark purple color that resembled the deeper shark groups.
