Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 22 The Arrival of Frillian

"pony?"

Mahat repeated the strange address, then straightened his bow tie and said:

"You're quite strange. Usually, when humans see me, they either scream and run away or draw their swords. It's rare to see someone speak to me like you do."

"That's because I know you genuinely want demons and humans to coexist."

Lynn walked without stopping, heading straight for the fearsome Seven-Beng Sage.

The two passed each other by.

Kraft followed half a step behind Lynn, his muscles in a subtle state of relaxation.

If Mahathir shows any signs of aggression, he will immediately perform a physical exorcism.

Mahat didn't make a move; instead, he turned and stood beside the two, maintaining a distance of about two meters.

"You sound like you know me very well."

"No, I don't understand you, I only understand the nature of your demon race."

Lynn said, "Give up the idea of ​​coexisting with humans, Mahat. Your idea itself is an unforgivable malice."

"From a human perspective, is my desire to coexist 'malicious'?"

Mahat seemed to be deep in thought, then raised his right hand, revealing a bone serpent stone ring with gold trim on his wrist:

"I've been searching for that answer: why do demons lack the emotions that humans naturally possess? What is malice? What is guilt?"

"To understand the guilt that humans speak of, I donned this ring of domination. If I harbor ill will towards the humans of Viezer, I will die."

"But I am still alive."

Mahathir spread his hands, seemingly troubled.

"Save your breath, Mahat. You demons will never understand. Everything you've done is meaningless."

Lynn said calmly, "If you really want the demon race and the human race to understand each other, you might as well kill yourself now."

In this world, demons are absolutely emotionless beings, and they possess no miracles.

"In that case, we have nothing more to talk about."

Mahat removed the dark blue coat from his left shoulder and draped it over his arm. "Now, you two can die."

Before the words were even finished, the coat instantly emitted a dazzling golden light, about to transform into a golden blade.

However, someone was faster than him.

boom!

Kraft threw a punch, and the booming sound of the air being blasted apart was even a beat slower than the sound of the fist hitting Mahat's chest.

That originally elegant dark green figure instantly turned into a blurry afterimage and flew backward.

A terrifying sonic boom swept across the square, causing Lynn's slightly long bangs to fly wildly backward.

"It didn't feel right; it felt like I hit metal."

Kraft withdrew his fist, looked down at his knuckles, where a patch of skin had been scraped.

"He probably had his underwear treated with gold."

Lynn continued walking towards the north of Vieiser, without even glancing in the direction Mahat had flown off to.

"He probably won't recover anytime soon, let's keep going."

"Shouldn't we kill him?"

Kraft caught up and glanced back at Mahat, who had been beaten out of sight. "That guy gives me a dangerous feeling. If we leave him alone, things could get out of hand."

"Need not."

Lynn said, "This trouble isn't mine. Soon, Duncan will settle things with his teacher himself."

The sound of their footsteps echoed through the empty, golden street.

As you pass through the central district of Vieize, the surrounding buildings gradually become lower and simpler.

Soon Lynn and his companion arrived at Vido Village.

This is an outlying village on the edge of Viyze, now also painted a monotonous gold.

Women hanging clothes to dry by the roadside, cats and dogs chasing and playing, have all been transformed into cold metal sculptures.

Lynn stopped in the center of the village.

In the center of the village stands a golden statue of the Southern Hero, surrounded by several golden children who are still playing around.

The statue of Nan Yong holds two swords, his cloak billowing, and maintains a posture of facing the enemy.

"Found it."

Lynn stepped forward and placed his palm on the base of the statue.

hum.

A familiar resonance flowed into my palm, and this warmth was more intense than ever before.

On the retina, pale blue characters were jumping wildly.

[Statue of "Hero of the South" detected, power resonance... Synchronization initiation...]

[Completed simultaneously.]

[Congratulations on the significant upgrade to your Dual Blades style! Current level (Intermediate)]

[Congratulations on obtaining Constitution Enhancement: Magic Resistance Greatly Increased]

[Future Vision's free usage time extended to: 15 seconds]

[Current progress in acquiring powers: 25%]

Lynn closed his eyes, feeling the more refined dual-wielding swordsmanship in his mind and the surging power within his body, and couldn't help but smile.

If he could go toe-to-toe with Mahathir before, he is now confident that he can kill Mahathir.

"Are you done?"

Kraft's voice came from beside me.

"alright."

Lynn withdrew his hand and let out a long breath.

"Then we should go."

Kraft looked back in the direction he had come from. "That guy's back."

Lynn turned around.

A hundred meters away, a dark green figure was hovering in the air.

It was Mahat.

His tuxedo was somewhat torn, and his once meticulously combed purplish-red hair was now disheveled.

But there was no anger on his face, not even a hint of dishevelment; only a chilling calm.

"That was a pretty good punch."

Mahat's voice came clearly from a hundred meters away, "There are actually such powerful beings among the elves."

"You flatter me."

Kraft cracked his knuckles. "You're pretty tough too."

Mahat landed slowly and stopped twenty meters away from the two.

"I just tried to turn you into gold, but you don't seem to be affected."

Mahat looked at Lynn, making a fist with his right hand, "You have that ability. If you want to kill me, you might actually have a chance."

"There's no need for that."

Lynn remained calm. "Because your retribution isn't for me."

"Oh? Who is that?"

You'll find out soon enough.

"Really? Well, I'm kind of looking forward to it."

Mahat took a step back and made an elegant "please" gesture. "In that case, I won't attack you again until that person arrives. Besides, two more intruders have slipped in."

Upon hearing this, Lynn frowned.

The new invaders are likely the first-level mages Lylene and Etilu.

By this time, Frilian and the others should have already arrived at the barrier manager's hut.

"Then I'll bow."

Lynn turned and left.

Kraft gave Mahat a deep look, then turned and followed.

The two walked south along the desolate golden street and passed through the great barrier.

……

When I returned to the barrier management hut, it was already gray.

As soon as I stepped into the fenced area of ​​the small courtyard, a petite figure rushed out from inside the house.

"Lynn! Kraft!"

Clutching the wooden carving Kraft had given her, Allie rushed in front of the two, slammed on the brakes, and wiped her nose.

"I was so worried about you guys."

I'm sorry I made you worry.

Lynn smiled.

"Mr. Lynn."

A gentle and steady female voice rang out.

Philen stepped out, staff in hand, her long purple hair swaying gently in the wind.

"Miss Philen, how have you been?"

Lynn nodded in acknowledgment.

"Ah, Mr. Lynn, and the muscular uncle!"

Shutark peeked out of the house, rubbing his messy red hair and grinning. "Frilian just said that a familiar magic was approaching."

"You've arrived just in time."

Lynn walked into the house as she spoke.

Inside, Duncan and Frilian sat facing each other, discussing their upcoming conversation with Mahat.

Laofen, who was idly resting her chin on her hand, saw Lynn return and her eyes lit up. She waved to him.

"Oh, you're back."

Frillie greeted him languidly, "How was your experience in Golden Country?"

"Fortunately, we only ran into Mahat along the way."

Lynn answered.

Upon hearing this, Duncan's fingers tightened around his staff, and he asked in a deep voice, "He made a move?"

As Mahathir's former disciple, Duncan knew better than anyone how terrifying that monster was.

"Before he could react, Kraft punched him."

Lynn walked to the table, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of cold tea, and drank it.

"One punch..."

Duncan paused for a moment, then turned his gaze in astonishment to the elven monk sitting in the corner, being pestered by Ellie with all sorts of questions.

What kind of monsters are these?!

"alright."

Frillie jumped off the chair, patted her skirt, and grabbed the staff leaning against the table. "Duncan, let's go talk to Mahat, just like we said before."