[Fantasy] Gods and Demons Among Flowers (Complete) - 13

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Chapter 63 of the Wind and Cloud Chronicles: Phantom Beast Armor

"Then prepare to face it, hahaha!" A smug glint flashed in Amendo's eyes as he laughed wildly.

"Enough nonsense, make your move!" I said impatiently.

"Wind Monkey, unleash your most powerful move! Tornado Poison Dragon Wave!" The three tornadoes flying in the air suddenly converged towards the fourth Wind Monkey's tornado, then slowly merged together, forming a gigantic tornado about a hundred meters high. Within that tornado, the Wind Monkey, whose body was less than a head tall, appeared so tiny. Yet, this Wind Monkey was the core of the tornado; it was the tornado's living spirit. Within the tornado, the wind monkey spread its ten fingers wide, crossed its hands with palms facing inward and backs of hands outward, and suddenly a red eye appeared on its forehead. As Amendo shouted its ultimate move, the wind monkey squeaked wildly, its ten fingers pointing outward, and a beam of red light shot from its forehead eye. This beam of light coalesced into a powerful tornado, and then, with a dragon's roar, a wind dragon, imbued with wind elemental power, made its grand entrance. Its body was about a hundred meters long, its limbs bared and claws extended, and its majestic head bore two large, glowing red eyes. The wind dragon breathed softly, its tail swaying, and it swept towards me with immense force.

At that moment, I knew the wind dragon's power was immense, and I couldn't possibly withstand it by simply bravado. I focused my mind, concentrated my energy in my dantian, took a step forward with my right foot, leaned my weight slightly forward, clasped my hands together, and pushed them forward gently, saying in a deep voice, "Earth-—Hell-—Shock-—Wave!" A powerful beam of black light shot out from my palms, meeting the menacing wind dragon. The two powerful energies intertwined and collided, blasting out intense light. "Boom boom boom!" The light generated by the explosion illuminated the silent Wolf Plains as if it were daytime, revealing everything around us. The bloodstains, the mountain of wolf carcasses, and the uneven ground were all clearly visible. The aftershocks from the collision of the two energies blasted a crater about five meters in diameter into the ground. The thick black smoke billowing from the crater seemed to tell everyone that a tremendous battle had taken place here.

The energy emitted by both was equal, and the aftershocks of the energy explosion pushed Annihilation away from its original location. However, Amendo retreated a shorter distance, which made me secretly pleased, and a smug smile appeared on my lips. Unfortunately, before I could be smug for long, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my chest. I looked down and saw a sharp object, gleaming with a bluish light, piercing my chest. It was the sharp fingernail of the Wind Monkey. Looking at the Wind Monkey, still panting on Amendo's shoulder, I noticed that its left ring finger was also missing a fingernail.

"You...you're so despicable!" I gritted my teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in my chest, and cried out.

"Hmph, no poison, no hero. You couldn't even dodge this little trick. It just shows how stupid you are," Amendo couldn't help but laugh smugly.

"You...you're ruthless!" I gasped for breath, bent my knees, and gritted my teeth.

"Husband (Your Highness), what's wrong with you?!" The people watching from the side couldn't help but cry out when they saw me bent over, clutching my chest in pain.

"Don't come any closer!" I held out my right hand, gesturing for them to stay away, slightly out of breath.

"You're barely able to protect yourself, yet you're worried about others' safety? Let me see you off!" A cruel glint appeared in Amendo's lips as he raised his right palm to strike my skull.

"Is that really so? Take my 'Holy Light Fist'!" A smile flickered in my eyes as I lightly clenched my right hand and threw a punch at Amendo, who stood beside me. Caught off guard, Amendo took the blow head-on. A hazy white light element coated my fist with a white film, which instantly coalesced into a ball of light upon impact with him. The powerful impact sent him flying several meters away, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he flew backward. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to avoid collapsing from his injuries. However, after this severe blow, his injuries were somewhat more serious, but compared to mine, he was still capable of defending himself.

"I never imagined that even at your last gasp, you could still severely injure me. It seems that if you don't die, you'll become a major obstacle in my life!" Amendo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said viciously.

"Heh, did I say I was at my last gasp?" I stood up and mocked, gently removing the fingernail stuck in my chest.

Looking at the slowly healing wound on my chest, Amendo exclaimed incredulously, "You...you were hit by the Wind Monkey's Claw and you're completely unharmed? This is impossible!"

"Heh, when you unleashed that 'Tornado Poison Dragon Wave,' I was constantly watching the Wind Monkey's every move. The burst of red light and the sudden breakage of the fingernail in the Wind Monkey's hand made me realize that this was a conspiracy, a conspiracy to take my life. Also, I suddenly noticed a sinister smirk on your lips, and I knew something was wrong. So when you attacked, I secretly set up a flexible barrier around myself, which allowed you to attack me with peace of mind!" I flicked the fingernail in my hand and laughed.

“What a clever ‘playing along’ move! You even fooled us.” Lia wiped away her tears, laughing and scolding.

“You’re really something!” Amendo spat out blood, speaking with a sinister tone.

“The battle is over now, Amendo, what else do you want to say?” I paced forward, standing in front of him.

“Not necessarily, Wind Monkey, armor transformation!” Amendo roared urgently. Hearing that something had happened, I quickly retreated from the danger zone, quietly observing Amendo’s armored form.

A tornado swept by, revealing Amendo’s new armored form before us. The perfectly sculpted phantom beast armor draped over him, making him appear magnificent and noble, a stark contrast to his previous wretched appearance. The energy emanating from his head, shoulders, elbows, chest, and legs further imbued him with a powerful aura. The head of the armored figure had a wide-open mouth, large enough to accommodate Amendo's skull. The armored head itself underwent a dramatic transformation; what I initially mistook for an ugly monkey's head was now a perfectly formed dragon head—a dragon head renowned for its lifelong pursuit of perfection. The shimmering silver whiskers, the sparkling eyes, the luxurious horns—this was the dragon's pursuit, the best defense imaginable. Looking at his shoulders, two sharp dragon claws extended outwards from his collarbone, a full ten centimeters long. The claw blades curved slightly downwards, but with a slight exertion of power, the previously slightly curved blades would straighten like inflated balloons, a one-centimeter-long black light swirling along their edges. His hands were enveloped in a thin, dark membrane. From his elbows extended a sharp, upward-curving blade, its blade gleaming with a chilling light. Above his fists extended five black claw blades, their tips slightly curved, making it easier to leave wounds on enemies. His chest was covered by strands of interwoven black crystal threads, all originating from a fist-sized crystal core on his chest. I could vaguely see immense energy hidden within the core, and the strands of black crystal were the conduits for this energy, allowing it to flow freely throughout his body. Further down, his legs were also covered by a black membrane, from which three upward-pointing, crescent-shaped blades extended, overlapping in pairs to form a deadly weapon. Similarly, five claw-like blades extended from his forelegs, their exposed sharpness unmistakably deadly. And on his back, a pair of two-meter-wide, bat-like wings extended, gently flapping, revealing that his feet were already about ten centimeters off the ground.

A perfect dragon head, dragon claws on the shoulders, dragon blades on the hands and feet, a massive crystal core on the chest—none of this could be possessed by a mere wind monkey. Connecting all these elements, an image suddenly flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment, "Dragon God Armor!"

"As expected of a legendary Saint! He even knows the Dragon God Armor perfectly!" A light laugh came from the air, a slow and deliberate reply.

"Your injuries have actually healed!" He, who had been severely injured by my full-force "Holy Light Fist," had recovered instantly. It seemed this could only be attributed to the Dragon God Armor.

Sure enough, Amendo's triumphant laughter echoed from the sky again: "Thank you so much! Without your help, I would never have been able to comprehend the use of this Dragon God Armor. Although I've only grasped a part of it now, it's still more than enough to defeat you!"

"Hmph, you think you can defeat me with your incomplete Dragon God Armor? You're dreaming!" I scoffed.

"Why don't you try and see? Take my 'Black Prison Dragon Saliva'!" Amendo shouted in mid-air.

A ball of black Netherfire swirled and attacked me. Netherfire, known as the flame that devours all living beings, is a technique that only the upper echelons of the Netherworld can wield. It's puzzling that it's now in the hands of a human. Could it be because of this Dragon God Armor? Never mind that for now, I'll destroy it first. They say water can extinguish fire; let's see how that works today. "Wrath of the Water God!" I uttered softly, folding my hands together in the air. A ball of azure water instantly formed in the air between my palms. Then I pushed it towards the oncoming Netherfire. "Wrath of the Water God" and "Black Prison Dragon Saliva" met in mid-air. Instead of the huge explosion I had imagined, the two merged and annihilated each other.

"Heh, the Wrath of the Water God, not bad. Then take my 'Nether Dragon Wing Slash'!" Suddenly, Amendor's wings flapped erratically in mid-air, wrapping around his body and flailing outwards. Two crescent-shaped blades, each the size of a wing, attacked me. Sensing the immense energy contained within the blades, I skillfully dodged the "Nether Dragon Wing Slash." The two crescent blades struck where I stood, causing a violent explosion. However, the explosion sent countless rocks flying; it seemed the energy within the crescent blades didn't even spare stones. After the explosion, I saw a huge, deep hole formed where I had stood, with Netherfire spewing from it intermittently, making me shudder. "Luckily I dodged quickly," I thought with relief. But then I heard a whooshing sound behind me. I turned around and was terrified, instantly teleporting away without a care for my appearance. I could dodge one or two attacks, but the countless crescent blades filling my space were a different story. Left with no other choice, I deployed the "Golden Primal Chaos Shield," awaiting the arrival of the crescent slashes. As expected, it was a barrier surpassing even the "Ultimate Defense," the king of barriers. Every crescent blade attack was deflected back, heading towards Amendo in mid-air.

More and more crescent blades were deflected back towards Amendo. If Amendo hadn't understood the characteristics of the crescent blades, he would have been obliterated by so many "Nether Dragon Whirlwind Slashes." He didn't have a barrier as powerful as mine. After the match, Amendo, still in mid-air, couldn't help but pant. The excessive energy expenditure was taking its toll on his body. If this continued, he would collapse before defeating his opponent.

"Heh, time's up, the game's over. Now take my final blow!" Amendo chuckled coldly.

"Like you, the game is over. Take my final blow!" I said coldly.

What kind of ultimate move is it? Two ultimate moves clashing, who will win? Please continue reading!

Chapter Sixty-Four of the Storm Chronicles: Life?!

The previous chapter asked what kind of ultimate move was worth the two fighting to the death.

Now, Amendo, suspended in mid-air, gently flapped the wings on his back, clasped his hands together, arched the backs of his hands, his two thumbs facing each other, followed by his index, middle, and ring fingers, and finally his little fingers crossed and pressed against the back of his hands. Then, his lips moved slightly, and his long, flowing hair danced without wind. Just as he was softly chanting a spell, the fist-sized crystal core on his chest suddenly emitted a dark, eerie light. Then, with a flash of black light, the terrifying energy gathered from his arm into his hands, and his ten clasped fingers emitted an eerie black light. Suddenly, his hands, which had been making strange hand gestures, came together. His ring and little fingers crossed and rested on the back of his hands, his thumbs slightly raised, and his index and middle fingers aligned, pointing straight towards me as he shouted, "Take this, messenger from hell—the Black Prison Nether Dragon Spear!" Still relying on his hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large granular protrusions, closely matching female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

A beam of black light shot out from his two joined fingers, soaring in mid-air, slowly forming a gigantic figure. This dragon was about a hundred meters tall, with a slender neck, thin fleshy wings, a bulging belly, a straight and slender tail, and two long, sharp horns on its head. Its two well-developed thighs displayed its robust and majestic appearance. The dragon flapped its wings in the air, nimbly somersaulting before its limbs came together under its belly. With a flap of its wings, it charged straight at me like an arrow released from a bow.

Just as Amendo was about to unleash his attack, soft white light emanated from my shoulder blades. Two thin, membrane-like wings slowly unfurled, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. The wings began to flap, and soon my body rose into the air, facing Amendo. With a slight murmur, the wings on my back suddenly emitted a soft glow. I could vaguely see the seven elements—light, darkness, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—gathering on my wings. Gradually, the white wings turned from pale yellow to deep yellow, and finally to golden yellow. With a roar, the energy from the wings converged through my back to my hands. Then, my hands suddenly joined together, releasing the energy within them. Then, I pointed my thumbs upward, crossed my middle, ring, and little fingers, stretched out my arms, and prepared to fire, shouting directly at the energy released by Amendo: "Take this, the power of justice—the Golden Dragon's Saliva Spear!"

A golden beam of light shot out from my joined fingers, and suddenly a dragon's roar flashed through the air. The silent night sky suddenly churned with wind and thunder, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a child's arm struck the golden beam of light. As if this lightning had awakened a sleeping dragon, the golden beam of light thickened and lengthened under the stimulation of the lightning, revealing a majestic golden holy dragon about a hundred meters long. Its robust body, a hundred meters long, was covered with golden scales, with a thick and powerful tail, and gnarled and powerful limbs. The two dragon horns on its head, extending diagonally to the sides, made it appear even more indomitable. The golden holy dragon let out a soft roar, stretched its body, and transformed its entire body into a straight arrow, shooting towards the oncoming dark dragon.

Contrary to expectations, the collision of two immense energies did not occur. Instead, a stream of "Black Prison Netherfire" suddenly spewed from the mouth of the flying Nether Dragon, heading straight for the face of the flying Golden Dragon. Not to be outdone, the Golden Dragon spat out "Golden Dragon Saliva," meeting the "Black Prison Netherfire" head-on. Before the "Golden Dragon Saliva," the "Black Prison Netherfire" seemed to be a level lower, stopping motionless, waiting to be devoured. The Nether Dragon, seeing this, flew into a rage, roaring to the sky and transforming into a beam of light as it charged towards the Golden Dragon. The Golden Dragon, however, remained unmoved, coiling itself up before the Nether Dragon. This was contempt, a provocation of dragon might, further enraging the Nether Dragon. It charged recklessly towards the Golden Dragon, but before it could even get close, a latent danger rose in its mind. Unfortunately, it was too late; the Nether Dragon's entire body had already collided with the Golden Dragon's. However, upon entering that area, the Nether Dragon's sense of danger intensified. Desperate to escape, it lunged at the dragon's body, only to find itself empty-handed. There was no Golden Sacred Dragon before it. A searing danger burned its skin, causing it to roar involuntarily. But the scene before it caused its energy to dissipate rapidly. The Golden Sacred Dragon didn't coil itself up; it merely created an illusion before the enraged Nether Dragon. Once the Nether Dragon charged into its encirclement, the Golden Sacred Dragon snapped its tail between its legs, its entire body erupting with golden light, scorching the "Black Prison Netherfire" covering the Nether Dragon's body. Threatened by the golden dragon's aura, the Nether Dragon struggled desperately, its Netherfire surging to resist the onslaught. However, this desperate struggle only slowed its demise. Faced with the Golden Sacred Dragon's ever-shrinking body and its increasingly intense golden dragon aura, the Nether Dragon howled, a desperate will to survive fueling its resistance. In the eyes of the Golden Sacred Dragon, the Nether Dragon, which had severely disregarded its divine dragon throne, not only refused to submit but also fiercely resisted, greatly enraging it. With a high-pitched roar, the Sacred Dragon split its head and tail, its dragon head suddenly swelling and swallowing the less than fifty-meter-tall Nether Dragon whole. A soft burp from the Golden Sacred Dragon indicated the Nether Dragon's disappearance.

At this moment, Amendo, exhausted from unleashing his ultimate attack, stared in horror at the Golden Sacred Dragon coiled before him. The Nether Dragon, possessing world-destroying power, was utterly powerless before it—what kind of divine dragon was this? The Golden Sacred Dragon looked down arrogantly at the tiny human before it, its eyes filled with doubt. Why did its master order it to destroy this insignificant human? Despite my doubts, obeying my master's orders was the best course of action. Before Amendo could react, the Golden Sacred Dragon swallowed him whole with a soft, almost inaudible burp. The Golden Sacred Dragon was quite pleased with itself; another weak life had been digested within its belly. However, it didn't notice that as it swallowed Amendo, the black crystal on his chest suddenly flashed with a dark light.

The satisfied Golden Sacred Dragon coiled itself up, gazing at me in the distance with pleading eyes. Just as I was wondering what was happening, its voice suddenly echoed in my mind: "Master, thank you for giving me life!"

"You...you're actually surprised? A pure energy golden holy dragon has actually been given life by me? This is too astonishing! Could it be that I have the ability to create life? Just casually unleashing a move, and it actually created a life? This is impossible, isn't it? Actually, no. When I unleashed my ultimate move, the two wings of light on my back strongly absorbed the seven purest elements in the universe, and those seven elements, under the gentle influence of the wings of light, formed the most primordial chaotic primordial force in the universe. Since ancient times, life has been born from chaos, emitting chaotic primordial force..." Huang After the "Golden Dragon Saliva Spear," stimulated by the lightning, the chaotic primal force rapidly created a golden holy dragon. However, compared to the ancient golden holy dragons, this one was far inferior. A mere Black Prison Nether Dragon with half the body of a Nether Dragon had troubled it for half a day, making one doubt its power.

As if sensing my doubt, its voice echoed in my mind: "Master, I am merely a newborn, not as powerful as those ancient divine dragons you remember. However, through my cultivation, I will reach their level!"

"Oh, you even know what I'm thinking!" I exclaimed in surprise.

"My life was created by you; our connection is an instinct!" the golden holy dragon replied.

"We? So far, I've only created one life—you. What 'we' are you talking about?" "I wondered. Could it be that I created two lives at once? So creating life is that simple? I'll create more in the future. Actually, creating life is a very complex process. If it weren't for this stroke of luck, this golden dragon would just be a facade.

" Before the golden dragon could finish speaking, it suddenly roared to the sky, its coiled body twisting violently, and its golden dragon aura bursting forth.

"What's going on!" "I asked anxiously. Unfortunately, no one could tell me now.

Dark clouds rolled in the night sky, obscuring the bright moonlight and twinkling stars. The massive body of the Golden Sacred Dragon writhed within the clouds, a huge crystal rising from its belly. The deep, dark light shone through its abdomen, clearly visible even from a distance. The core of a Wind Monkey?! That's impossible. The core of an eighth-level Wind Monkey couldn't possibly torment this Golden Sacred Dragon so much. Recalling everything that had happened before, a thought flashed through my mind: Dragon God Armor?! Could this core seal a Dragon God? As it turned out, my idea was correct. The dark, dark core began to absorb the Golden Sacred Dragon, which was not yet materialized and was merely a pure energy body. A small black vortex, a black hole, opened on the crystal. It was this black hole that caused this hundred-meter-long dragon unbearable pain, unable to shake it off or spit it out, like a fishbone stuck in its throat."

"Master, I was just born! I don't want to die! Help! Help!" Before the Golden Sacred Dragon could finish speaking, the small black hole sucked in its hundred-meter-long body and then automatically closed, leaving only the black crystal suspended in the air. Just as I was wondering what was happening, the crystal core suddenly began to spin in mid-air. At the same time, the night sky suddenly became stormy, with thick black energy obscuring the sky, making it impossible to see anything. With my divine eyes, I vaguely saw the crystal core frantically absorbing the black energy, and this black energy wasn't just a single drop... Unlike ordinary black mist, this was the purest Netherworld energy from the underworld, a pure yet malevolent power being absorbed into the crystal core. What kind of monster lurked within this crystal core? If this pure and powerful energy were to erupt, the surrounding area for miles would be razed to the ground—what a terrifying energy! Finally, the crystal core finished

absorbing the Netherworld energy, and its appearance changed. The originally octagonal crystal core suddenly became oval, and the core, originally smaller than a fist, transformed into a crystal egg about one meter in diameter. It was covered with strange and complex ancient characters and symbols. The spinning crystal egg had stopped rotating and hung silently in mid-air, and the churning night sky had returned to calm. The surroundings were quiet again, as if nothing had ever happened. A strange rustling sound came from mid-air. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the crystal egg in the air had cracked open. A small hole appeared at the tip, and a thin leg emerged from it. Then, centered on this hole, the entire crystal egg was covered with fine... Then, I heard a series of "crunching" sounds coming from inside the egg. To my bewilderment, a miniature dragon appeared before me. It had grayish-brown skin, a pair of delicate, almost veil-like wings fluttering gently, and two forelimbs that moved lightly on its chubby body. Two small bumps had just sprouted on its head, making it look rather comical.

The miniature dragon immediately swallowed the eggshell piece by piece, then its eyes flashed, and recognizing my familiar scent, it rushed towards me with a joyful expression.

"Daddy, Daddy, hug me, hug me!" The dragon transformed into a shooting star and flew into my arms.

Seeing this adorable mini dragon and hearing its babyish cries as it charged at me, I jumped in fright and quickly dodged to the side. But then, something went limp in my arms. I reached out and lifted the poor little dragon, its breath still bubbling, into my hands. As I stared at it from all sides, the little dragon actually started waving its limbs, still calling out, "Daddy, hug me! Daddy, hug me!" This made me quite embarrassed. Was this some kind of characteristic of dragons? That whoever hatches the dragon egg first, the first person the baby dragon recognizes calls them "Daddy" or "Mommy"? Had I encountered this? Thinking back, it really was possible. But this annoying little fly kept calling like that all the time; it wasn't a good solution. Then, without my noticing, the little dragon broke free from my grasp and reappeared in my arms. No matter how I tried to catch it, it wouldn't come out, hiding in my lap. In the end, I had no choice but to let it do as it pleased.

After resolving everything, I retracted my wings and slowly landed on the ground, walking towards the carriage not far away. Inside my solid barrier, the two women and Feng Bo waited anxiously like headless flies, their sight and hearing seemingly unable to penetrate the strange barrier. If it weren't for the shaking of the ground and the occasional tremors emanating from the barrier, they truly wouldn't have been able to tell how much of a battle we were engaged in. Despite this, they were extremely worried, because usually they would watch from the sidelines when I fought the enemy, but they had never shut their sight and hearing like today. The only possibility was that the enemy was too powerful, too powerful for him to spare any attention to protect them from the impact of the battle. Now the ground was no longer shaking, the barrier was no longer trembling, could it all be over? Seemingly confirming their guess, I wearily released the barrier and stepped inside.

"Husband, are you alright? Come, let us see!" the two women said with great concern. Then they checked me all over, looking for any injuries.

The two girls' four smooth little hands roamed all over my body, making me feel incredibly comfortable. I excitedly replied, "It's okay, it's okay, your husband is very strong!" I then struck a classic pose for them.

The two girls still seemed worried that I was overdoing it and wouldn't relax. Finally, when they pulled the little dragon from my arms, they couldn't help but scream. The little dragon, which had been sleeping soundly in my arms, actually waved its short limbs and called out to them, "Mommy, hug me! Mommy, hug me!" This startled the two girls, causing them to scream even more and almost throw the little dragon away. After some explanation from me, the two girls finally relaxed and even became friendly with the little dragon. Of course, I omitted many shocking details in my explanation, which reassured them, and we boarded the carriage and headed towards the capital. The wretched little dragon took my place, nestled against the two girls' chests, and fell asleep with a yawn.

Chapter Sixty-Five: The Duchy's Queen

After a night of rapid travel, we finally arrived at the Duchy's grand fortress—Brester—before dawn. This grand fortress was built between two sheer cliffs, with only one road leading to the Fire Dance Duchy. It's no wonder that this small country had withstood a century of attacks from the Hawk Empire, one of the four great empires. The entire fortress wall was constructed of the strongest crystal, capable of withstanding the strongest physical attacks. Eight magic crystal towers stood atop the walls, which, when activated, could withstand attacks from mages. On either side of the fortress, towering cliffs were impassable even for birds, let alone humans. Crystal walls and two sheer cliffs formed a natural fortress; it's no wonder that despite over a hundred years of attacks by the Hawk Empire, this grand fortress remained standing.

The carriage quickly reached the city gate, only to be stopped by the guards.

"Ignorant soldier, can't you see this is a royal carriage? Get out of my way!" Feng Bo shouted arrogantly.

"Sorry, without a special pass, even high-ranking officials can't get in!" the gatekeeper replied coldly.

"Insolence! How dare you speak to the princess like that!" Feng Bo raised his whip, about to strike the gatekeeper, but a voice saved him.

"Never mind, Feng Bo, he's just obediently following the Queen Mother's orders. In the current tense situation, such strict discipline is commendable!" Liya's calm voice came from inside the carriage. Then the carriage window opened, and Liya's smiling face appeared.

Upon seeing this, the gatekeeper immediately knelt on one knee, saying fearfully, "Greetings, Your Highness! This humble general was unaware of your return, please forgive me!"

"Ignorance is no excuse, get up! I need to get back urgently, you know what to do!" Liya tried to maintain the dignity of a princess, speaking calmly.

"Your subordinate knows." The garrison commander stood up and shouted to the soldiers on the city wall, "Guards, open the gate and let the princess in!"

With a creak, the huge city gate opened, and at Feng Bo's command, the carriage slowly drove through the gate and headed towards the capital.

During the journey.

"My dear Liya, your performance just now was excellent! You displayed the majesty of a princess!" I praised with a smile.

"Of course! My elder sister is known as the 'Guardian Saintess' in the Fire Dance Duchy and is deeply loved by the people!" Lina added proudly from the side.

"Husband, don't listen to her nonsense, there's no such thing!" Liya replied shyly.

"Husband, I'm not lying! My elder sister has always enjoyed a great reputation in the duchy. The men who pursue her could form an army. Even the Guardian General Feng Bo once pursued her, and it's said that..." Before Lina could finish speaking, her playful mouth was covered by Liya.

"Honey, don't listen to this girl's nonsense, nothing like that happened!" Lia stammered, her face flushed. As she spoke, Lia glared at Lina, then secretly slipped a hand behind her back and lightly pinched her. Only after Lina understood did she release her grip.

Seeing Lia's hesitant words and the two women's strange behavior, Owen realized something was amiss. However, loving someone means trusting them; don't be stubborn about one thing to the end, as this will only lead to a broken relationship and separation. So, I deliberately changed the subject, saying, "My two wives, I've never been here before. When you have time, take me sightseeing!"

"Okay, okay, honey, I'll definitely take you all over the capital!" Lina agreed promptly, seeing that I had changed the subject.

"Hehe, you have to keep your word. Oh, by the way, how much longer until we arrive?" I asked.

Lia lifted the curtain, glanced outside, and then replied, "We'll be there in half an hour."

"Oh," I replied casually. A moment of silence fell over the carriage.

After a long journey, the carriage quickly entered the palace grounds. Before we could even rest, the Queen, having heard that her two daughters had returned, disregarded her own injuries and urgently summoned us to see her. Led by the palace maids, we arrived at the inner palace. There were no opulent decorations; everything was arranged very naturally. Just from the furnishings, I could tell that this Queen, whom I had never met before, was a diligent and benevolent ruler.

At this moment, Aite lay sickly on the bed. Her face was pale, without any makeup, and the corners of her mouth were dry, peeling with layers of chapped skin. Her exposed hand was not only dry but also dark brown, making her look as if she were possessed by a demon. If it weren't for her striking resemblance to the two sisters, which revealed that she was their biological mother, I would have found it hard to believe that the ruler of a nation could have become like this.

Seeing Aite in such a state, the two girls cried and threw themselves at her, saying, "Mother, dear Mother, didn't you tell us in your letter that you only had minor injuries? Why, why did this happen?" The two girls choked up, tears streaming down their pretty faces.

"Children, don't cry, your mother is alright! The imperial physicians said that she will be fine in a few days!" Aite said softly, stroking the two women's soft hair affectionately.

"Imperial physicians? You still call them imperial physicians? They're all quacks, a bunch of quacks who only know how to treat illnesses haphazardly!" Lina cried out, tears welling in her eyes.

"It's not their fault. I was just too careless. When the assassin attacked me that day, although he didn't hit any vital organs, he still managed to stab my arm while fleeing. It wouldn't have been a big deal, but who knew the sword was poisoned, and now it's like this." Aite sighed.

"Couldn't those imperial physicians have cured the poison in your body?" Liya asked in a hoarse voice.

“They all say this poison has a rapid onset, and it will soon invade her heart. They still don’t know what kind of poison it is, so they can’t prescribe the right medicine. Cough cough cough.” As she spoke, Aite coughed lightly a few times, spitting out black blood clots. A black aura spread across her face, making her tremble. As she trembled, a trickle of blood suddenly seeped from the corner of Aite’s mouth, and no matter how much the two sisters wiped it, blood continued to gush from her mouth. If this continued, Aite would only have one fate—death.

“Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician! Come quickly, come quickly, save her! Save her!” Lina clung to Aite’s neck, frantically wiping the blood from her mouth, crying out.

“It’s no use. The imperial physicians can’t solve this. It’s not poison, it’s black demonic energy! Now the black demonic energy is invading her heart, forcing her to vomit blood. Once the blood stops, your mother will also become a demon controlled by others!” I said, watching the unfolding events.

"How could this happen, how could this happen?" Liya collapsed to the ground, muttering. Suddenly, she remembered something, knelt down, grabbed my trouser leg, and pleaded, "Xieyun, you...you must save Mother Empress! Since you know she wasn't poisoned, you must know how to cure her. Ah, please, you must save Mother Empress, you must save Mother Empress! I'll be your slave for the rest of my life!" Liya's pleading eyes pierced my heart.

I gently helped Liya up from her knees, brushed the dust off her knees, and said softly, "Silly girl, you're my wife. There's no reason not to save my mother-in-law. Even if you hadn't said anything, I would have saved her!"

"Really?" Liya said through gritted teeth, then added anxiously, "Then please save her quickly!"

"Pull Lina away first!" I told her.

"I won't leave, I won't leave! Mother is so sick, I want to stay by her side and take care of her!" Ignoring Liya's attempts to dissuade her, Lina stubbornly clung to Queen Aite's head.

"Listen to me, sister, Xie Yun needs to save Mother now. If you're here, you'll embarrass him!" Liya pleaded, pulling Lina's arm.

"No, no! I want to stay and take care of Mother! I want to stay and take care of Mother!" Lina said dazedly. Finally, I managed to get her to sleep peacefully under my hypnosis.

I quietly moved to the side and sat on the edge of the bed. I took Aite's pulse, vaguely feeling it was sometimes strong, sometimes weak, sometimes slow, sometimes weak, with slow blood flow. She wouldn't last much longer. Fortunately, she had met me today. My hand was in her withered hand. Seeing Liya holding Lina and watching, I quickly said, "Liya, move away a little, so the dark demonic energy doesn't contaminate you." Liya obeyed my instructions.

After finishing these tasks, I gently probed her body with a wisp of dark magic energy. At this point, readers will surely ask: why go through all this trouble? Why not just cast a simple ultimate light magic spell—Holy Word—and Queen Aite would be fine, right? But have you considered this? While the dark magic energy within Queen Aite's body is indeed very weak—at least in my perception—its concentration in a mortal's body is far beyond what most people can tolerate. Furthermore, light and darkness have always been antagonistic. Casting light magic rashly now would force the two elements to fight each other using Aite's body as a battlefield. How can an ordinary person's body withstand the clash of two ultimate elements? Besides, she's already on the verge of death; further torment would truly be fatal.

Leaving that aside, as my dark demonic energy circulated throughout her body, I discovered it was gradually advancing towards her heart meridian, half of her heart already corrupted. In her brain, the dark demonic energy had also invaded her consciousness. Once invaded, Aite's consciousness would be completely swallowed, turning her into an unconscious, manipulated demon. Without delay, a black light emanated from my entire body, and pure dark demonic energy circulated within me. I arranged the dark demonic energy in my hands into a vortex and wholeheartedly absorbed it. The powerful invasion of dark demonic energy awakened the dark demonic energy within Queen Aite's body, causing it to desperately resist my intrusion. However, the dark demonic energy I infused was not only powerful but also extremely pure. Before this group of impure dark demonic energies, it was king; how could it not submit? I quickly absorbed all the dark demonic energy from her body, and even used my own dark demonic energy to cleanse her entire body, so that even if dark demonic energy invaded again, it wouldn't be able to contaminate her body. In addition, dark demonic energy has another effect: people who have been cleansed by it have a younger appearance and exude a bewitching aura, making them exceptionally attractive to the opposite sex.

Lia watched as her mother's face, previously covered in black threads, gradually recovered. Her pale complexion returned to a rosy hue, and her demonic hand regained its smooth, rounded shape. After my actions, Queen Aite's face also became younger, radiating a mature yet alluring aura. Even Lia herself was overwhelmed by this presence. If she walked with her two daughters, people would no longer mistake them for mother and daughters, but rather for three sisters. Looking at me, Lia, who had been so worried about me, smiled with relief. Immersed in the black demonic energy, I felt no pain as expected, but rather utterly calm. Then, I contracted my chest and abdomen, inhaling the demonic energy, which vanished through my nose.

I opened my eyes and saw Lia looking at me with concern. My heart warmed, and I said gently, "Don't worry, Lia, Mother-in-law is alright now. She just lost too much blood and fainted."

"Yes, I know, honey. Are you feeling alright?" Lia asked, looking at me with concern.

"Yes, I'm fine. Come on, let's go outside and talk, so as not to wake my mother-in-law," I said gently, a glint in my eyes.

"What about Lina? I can't just hold her like this!" Lia said, looking at Lina curled up in her arms with heartache.

"Let's take her back to her palace first," I said hesitantly.

"Okay."

After the news of the Queen's recovery spread, the court officials were elated, the people were overjoyed, and the country returned to normal. Today was Queen Aite's first day back at court, but this day, which should have been joyous, was filled with anguish for the monarch and her ministers. It turned out that spies from the Fire Dance Duchy had learned that the Hawk Empire's army had been frequently mobilizing recently, constantly pressing towards the Brest Great Fortress. It was estimated that a major battle between the Hawk Empire and the Fire Dance Duchy was imminent.

"My esteemed ministers, what are your opinions regarding the Hawk Empire's frequent troop movements?" Queen Aite, looking much younger and radiant, sat atop the throne and inquired. The courtiers below wore expressions of lust and admiration, marveling at how Queen Aite seemed to have grown younger after her illness—though such expressions were something Aite herself couldn't reveal.

"Your Majesty," the Left Chancellor stepped forward, stating his thoughts, "the Hawk Empire's recent troop movements are frequent, their eyes fixed on our territory. We should take appropriate countermeasures to prevent any unforeseen events!"

"Absolutely not, Your Majesty!" The Hawk Empire's movements are currently unclear. If we rashly mobilize our troops, it will surely attract their attention. The only course of action is to remain calm and wait for an opportunity—an opportunity favorable to us—before striking at their heart! The Right Chancellor, Solot, stood up and objected.

"Your Majesty, we have tolerated the Hawk Empire for so many years, and how much territory has our country lost! We cannot tolerate it any longer. Do you know that rumors are circulating throughout the army, saying that we have no great generals and dare not fight the Hawk Empire, and that we are cowardly and only care about a luxurious life. The people are also gradually losing faith in us. I fear that if this continues, it will be very bad for the morale of our army!" the Left Prime Minister pleaded earnestly. "

Your Majesty, no. Indeed, we have tolerated it for so many years, and there are some rumors in the army, but the Left Prime Minister is exaggerating too much! Besides, which army does not have grievances? 'A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan.' We cannot destroy the entire country because we cannot tolerate it!" Solot said eloquently.

"Solot, what do you mean? You contradict me no matter what I say. What have I done to offend you?" the Left Prime Minister said angrily, stroking his goatee.

"Prime Minister, please clarify your words. When have I ever contradicted you? I'm just stating the facts, telling the truth!" Solot feigned helplessness. "

You—" The Prime Minister coughed lightly, annoyed.

"My two ministers, please stop arguing. Although both of you have valid points, this puts me in a difficult position, and I can't make a decision right now. However, given the current state of the nation, I personally believe we should also show our strength, otherwise others will think our Fire Dance Duchy is easy to bully. After all, time waits for no one, and if this continues, the morale of our army will continue to decline, which will be greatly detrimental to our future offensive and defensive battles!" Queen Aite couldn't bear to see her right and left arms fighting, and spoke up.

"But Your Majesty—" Solot hesitated, wanting to say something, but was stopped by Aite's words.

"Enough! My mind is made up! Now let's discuss the matter of the Commander-in-Chief!" The Queen interrupted him, speaking to the assembled ministers in a consultative tone.

Upon hearing of the selection of the Commander-in-Chief, the ministers began to discuss who should take the position. Soon, they reached a decision, with most choosing the Grand General, Feng Bote. Feng Bote, now twenty-four years old, had risen from a common soldier to the rank of Grand General at such a young age, a truly remarkable feat, making him a legendary figure in the Fire Dance Duchy. At eighteen, he led his army to crush the invasion of the Hawk Empire, achieving a decisive victory against overwhelming odds and winning the strong support of the people of the Fire Dance Duchy. The ministers' support for him was therefore understandable.

"Since everyone recommends him so highly, I also recommend someone to you, someone I guarantee will be even more capable than Feng Bote!" Queen Aite said with a smile, seated on her throne.

But who was the Queen recommending, and why was she so confident that this person surpassed Feng Bote? Everything will be revealed in the next chapter.

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Chapter Sixty-Six of the Wind and Cloud Chapter: Prelude to the Martial Arts Tournament

"I wonder who Your Majesty will recommend? Is there anyone more skilled in military campaigns than Feng Bote?" Right Chancellor Solot asked doubtfully. Solot asked this because, although Feng Bote was indeed a skilled commander and a rare talent, he was also stubborn and unwilling to be manipulated, making him both hated and loved by his enemies. Solot was confident he could easily ensnare such a person with a little provocation, and now, with another recommender, his plans were greatly hindered.

"This person is more than a hundred times more powerful than Feng Bote! Haven't you heard of Xie Yun?" the Queen asked with a smile.

"Could it be Xie Yun, the winner of the quadrennial Magic and Martial Arts Tournament, the Grand Marshal and Guardian King of the Fire Lion Empire, and also known as a Saint Seiya?" Solot was startled and quickly asked.

"Excellent, excellent," Queen Aite replied cheerfully. "Do any of my ministers have any objections?"

"Your Majesty, wait a minute. Although this Xie Yun is renowned, it's perhaps inappropriate to appoint such an outsider as commander-in-chief!" Solot frowned, a plan forming in his mind.

"Wrong. Xie Yun is not an outsider. I have already designated him as my son-in-law. How can he be an outsider?" Queen Aite frowned slightly and said.

"Didn't Your Majesty previously designate General Fengbert as Princess Liya's consort? Why are you going back on your word now?" Solot spoke frankly, no longer holding back.

"Outrageous! When have I gone back on my word? Although Owen once had the same idea, it also depends on Liya's decision. Now they are mutually in love. Do you expect me to bear separating this loving couple?" Queen Aite frowned and shouted. She noticed that the current Right Chancellor was becoming increasingly audacious, relying on his status as a founding father and his command of the three armies to act recklessly, showing no respect for her, the Queen. This was utterly disgraceful.

"Your Majesty," Solot said calmly, "this old minister believes that the rumors about Xie Yun are unfounded. Seeing is believing. Although he helped the Fire Lion Empire quell the rebellion, that only demonstrated his personal military prowess; it doesn't prove his ability to command the three armies. Our General Fengbert, on the other hand, is different. Everyone knows he is exceptionally talented and learned. Why would Your Majesty need to go to such lengths?"

"You think I'm being unreasonable? Since you say so, my dear minister, then I'll make a bet with you. I bet Xie Yun will win!" Queen Aite said angrily, her face turning ashen.

"What kind of bet does Your Majesty wish to make with this old minister?" Solot ignored Aite's livid face and continued speaking unhurriedly.

"How about we have a competition, with General Fengbert facing off against Prince Xieyun!" It seems Queen Aite is determined to have me win this competition, even if it means acknowledging my existence sooner.

"Your Majesty, perhaps that's inappropriate. How about we have a nationwide election, so we can select some outstanding talents from among them?" Solot suggested.

"The Right Chancellor is absolutely right. This old minister believes that this would not only prove Her Majesty is an enlightened monarch, but also allow us to recruit talented individuals. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?" The Left Chancellor, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up. Although the two had slightly different political views, when it came to selecting national talents, he was willing to put aside personal grudges and prepare to be a good minister.

"Since both of you ministers think so, let's do as the Right Chancellor suggests!" Aite sighed slightly, saying helplessly.

"Your Majesty, when should the competition be held?" Right Chancellor Solot asked after thinking for a moment.

"The competition will be held in two days at the Beast Forest Training Grounds. What do you all think, my esteemed ministers?" Queen Aite pondered for a moment before speaking.

Hearing Her Majesty's decision, the ministers all agreed it was excellent and expressed their approval.

Seeing their expressions, the Queen smiled and said, "Since you all agree, it's settled then!"

The Queen's decree caused an uproar throughout the capital. The details of the martial arts tournament were discussed everywhere, becoming a topic of conversation.

"Honey, I heard our eldest son is a captain in the Tiger General Camp now. Do you want him to participate in this martial arts tournament?"

"Oh, that's best left to him to decide. Let him see his own abilities!"

"Yes, that's the right thing to do!" "

Tiger Brother, I heard Her Majesty the Queen has issued a decree: a martial arts tournament will be held in two days at the Grand Training Ground next to the Illusionary Beast Forest. The winner will be appreciated by Her Majesty. Should we participate?"

"Are you crazy? With our half-baked skills, we'd be kicked out! But it's good for us to see the world, and maybe we'll get lucky and land a position!"

"Little Three, we haven't fought in ages. Shouldn't we show off in this tournament and let everyone know how powerful we are?"

"Yes, brother is absolutely right. I feel excited even when I pick up a knife now. I want to fight someone!"

"All you know is fighting other people. Can't you be a little more sensible? We're going to show off!"

"Ugh, brother, I know I was wrong."

"Good that you know!"

After receiving the message from Queen Aite, I had nothing more to say. Having seen so many grand occasions, I'm numb to all this. It's just being a commander-in-chief. If it weren't for the Lia and Lina sisters, I wouldn't bother playing this boring game. Queen Aite is indeed a shrewd woman. Knowing that I have no interest in competing, she specially ordered her two sisters to persuade me. With my two wives using both coquettishness and tears, how could I not submit? Unconsciously, I wandered into the palace's back garden. The bright moonlight shone on the exotic flowers and plants in the palace's back garden, emitting an alluring glow. The beauty of the moonlight, the budding flowers and plants, the fresh air, the enticing fragrance—what a beautiful scene! Unfortunately, whenever I'm enjoying the beautiful scenery, there are always some tactless people who disturb my enjoyment. I wonder who it is today.

"Lia, I really like you. Why can't you accept me?" Feng Bo grabbed Liya's hand, revealing his feelings.

"Let go, Feng Bo! I've said it before, we're just good friends, only friends. Please watch your words!" Liya forcefully shook off Feng Bo's hand, angrily saying.

"No, it shouldn't be just friendship between us. I like you! Touch my heart, my heart beats for you, my heart is alive because of you. Without you, what's the point of my life? Don't you understand my feelings?" Feng Bo grabbed Liya's left hand again, placing it on his chest, and said excitedly.

"Let go, let go of your hand!" Liya struggled to break free of her left hand, and in desperation, she finally raised her right hand and slapped Feng Bo across the face. With a sharp "slap," five finger marks appeared on Feng Bo's handsome face. Startled, Feng Bo released her left hand and covered his face.

"I'm sorry, Feng Bo, I didn't mean to. I told you, there's no way we can be together, especially since I'm a married man," Liya said coldly, suppressing her heartache.

"Married? Are you really going to marry that brute who only knows how to use brute force? I love you so much, can't you accept me?" Feng Bo ignored the pain on his face, shaking Liya's shoulder as he spoke. What could be more heartbreaking than heartache?

"Let go! Feng Bo, I respect you as a friend, but please watch your words. Don't insult my husband, Xie Yun!" Liya shook off Feng Bo's hand from her shoulder, speaking angrily. Watching from the side, a warm current flowed through my heart, spreading throughout my body. How warm! She loves me, I thought to myself.

"Xie Yun, Xie Yun, you only have Xie Yun in your heart, when will you ever have room for me!" Feng Bote shouted.

"Feng Bote, in my heart I've always regarded you as an older brother. Your care and tenderness towards me have given me a sense of closeness, but these are not love. Owen only sees you as my older brother, I hope you can understand!" After saying that, Liya turned to leave.

"I won't let you go, I won't let you go, I like you, I like you!" Feng Bote hugged Liya from behind as if he were crazy, shouting incessantly.

"Feng Bote, you, you let go! If you don't let go, I'll scream for help!" Liya struggled desperately in Feng Bote's arms, threatening him.

"It's no use, it's no use, I sent everyone away before you came. I like you, I like you," Feng Bote panted, kissing Liya's snow-white neck.

"You, you let go, if you don't let go I'll really scream for help, help, help!" Liya tried her best to avoid Feng Bote's kiss, screaming.

"It's no use, no one will care about you, no..." Feng Bo suddenly realized with horror that an invisible giant hand was gripping the back of his neck, slowly lifting him upwards. At this moment, Feng Bo no longer cared about romance, desperately resisting the invisible hand's invasion with both hands.

"When a wife is in trouble, how can a husband not help!" I stepped out of the darkness, laughing loudly. As I stepped in, Feng Bo's neck suddenly loosened, the giant hand in the air disappeared, and he fell to the ground, coughing incessantly.

"Husband!" Liya saw me appear and rushed into my arms with tears in her eyes.

"You...you cough cough, who are you?" Feng Bo asked in a hoarse voice.

"I am the Xie Yun you're talking about, the one who only knows how to use brute force!" I deliberately drawled out my words, then my tone shifted, and I warned him fiercely, "Kid, I'm warning you, if you continue to harass my wife like this, don't blame me for being impolite! You saw what happened just now, don't blame me for not telling you!"

"Husband, I don't want to stay here anymore, let's go!" Liya tugged at my clothes, sobbing.

"Hmph, kid, you're lucky, let's go!" I picked up Liya and slowly walked away.

Watching our departing figures, Feng Bote suddenly collapsed to the ground, hot tears streaming down his face. He cried out in regret, "Why, why?" As he cried out, he kept pounding the ground with his left hand, and soon he had punched a deep hole in the ground.

"Young man, what is it that makes you so sad!" An old voice came from behind Feng Bote.

"Who...who are you? When did you get behind me!" Feng Bote exclaimed in surprise. The man was tall, shrouded entirely in a black robe, surrounded by an aura of death that made his true nature impossible to discern.

"You don't need to ask who I am, you only need to know that I am someone who can help you!" the aged voice came from within the robe.

"You can help me right away, you can help me right away! I couldn't even defeat someone in a single move, and I lost my most beloved woman to him!" Feng Bote knelt on the ground, pounding the earth as he screamed.

"I said I am someone who will help you, and I will help you win back everything you've lost!" the aged voice echoed in his ears again.

"How will you help me?" Feng Bote asked, puzzled.

"Just follow my method, and I guarantee you will succeed!" the aged voice came again from within the robe.

"Really!" Feng Bote exclaimed in delight.

A scapegoat was thus born

. "Your Majesty, our plan has a slight flaw," Solot said respectfully to Hawk III in the magic mirror.

"What happened? Wasn't our plan foolproof?" Hawk III asked in surprise.

“Your Majesty, you’ve forgotten someone. It’s this person who ruined our plans,” Solot said through gritted teeth.

“Who? Who ruined our plans!” Hawk III roared.

“The Saint Seiya,” Solot answered truthfully.

“The Saint Seiya? Could it be the one who caused such a stir a few months ago?!” Hawk III exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, he’s now vaguely considered one of the candidates for Grand Marshal, commander of the three armies,” Solot replied respectfully.

“No, this will be extremely destructive to our plans. We must find a way to eliminate him!” Hawk III said angrily.

“Your Majesty, please calm down. I have already devised a method to deal with him. You can rest assured,” Solot said with a sinister smile.

“Very well, I’ll leave this matter to you!” Hawk III in the magic mirror turned off the video.

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