Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

Eulali put his palm on Saint Lorne's shoulder, pressed down, and slowed down his voice: "Saint Lorne, close your eyes and dissipate the magic wave."

St. Lorne twitched the corners of his lips and closed his eyes: "Yes, His Majesty the Pope."

Eulali glanced at the elder next to him. Elder Longke nodded his head slightly and silently recited a spell. With a wave of his hand, a thin and tough golden protective shield enveloped the entire holy pool.

After releasing the protective shield, Elder Longke's face became visibly darker.

He poured almost all of his magic power into this protective shield, and with the Pope's notice, this operation was absolutely foolproof.

When Eulali saw this, a cruel look appeared on his kind face, and a dazzling holy light appeared in his palm, and he slapped Saint Lorne hard on the back.

The extremely destructive holy light surged towards the center of Saint Lorne's eyebrows with a fierce momentum, intending to destroy the soul of the owner of the body and thus seize the ownership of the body.

The kind and ignorant Holy Son seemed a little confused about this, and was still foolishly asking the person who intended to harm him: "Your Majesty the Pope, how do you..."

It has reached such a point that Eulali will naturally no longer pretend. Only the God of Light knows how long he has coveted the young and perfect body of Saint Lorne.

"Saint Lorne, my dear boy."

Eulali's voice was strange and sharp, "I raised you, and now it's your turn to pay for me. Don't you want me to die? Then, give me your body!"

As he spoke, the holy light turned into an extremely sharp awl and stabbed straight into Saint Lorne's fragile soul.

The next moment, Eulali's greedy and proud smile froze on his face, and the loose muscles on his face trembled violently. His eyes widened, "Saint Lorne, you..."

St. Lorne smiled slightly, opened his frost-filled eyes, and his voice was incredibly gentle, "Thank you for your gift, my dear, His Majesty the Pope."

Eulali's hand seemed to be stuck, unable to pull away from Saint Lorne's head.

Realizing that his magic was being continuously absorbed, he was horrified and felt a sense of anger at being fooled.

For so many years, St. Lorne's innocence and kindness have been all disguised! The scary thing is that he has been self-taught in disguise since he was a child. What a profound thought!

The most important thing is, when did Saint Lorne break away from his control and become the Grand Magister?

As his body grew weaker, Eulali soon realized that these problems no longer mattered. The most urgent task now is to make Saint Lorne give up absorbing his magic power!

He softened his attitude and begged: "Saint Lorne, I can't live much longer, please let me go...Have you forgotten, it was me who brought you into the temple? Without me, you would have died long ago!" "

Eulali's heart was full of resentment. He had raised Saint Lorne to such a big age and given him the noble status of a holy son. He only needed to use his body. Why did this white-eyed wolf still resist?

"Since His Majesty the Pope has promised to pass on the magic crystal to me, how can I refuse your kindness?"

Saint Lorne said calmly, "I will spread your deeds throughout the temple and let everyone know what a selfless and kind person you are."

"No, no -" Eulali noticed that his lower body was turning into dust inch by inch. He grimaced and cursed: "Saint Lorne, you will go to hell, you will go to hell!"

Elder Longke next to him seemed to have noticed something was wrong and attacked the barrier hastily.

But his magic power has not recovered much, and the attack power can only leave layers of ripples on the protective shield, and that layer of barrier still tightly covers the holy pool.

In the pitiful roar and curse of Eulali, Saint Lorne's magic foundation was quickly stabilized and improved...

A moment later, under the horrified gaze of Elder Longk, Saint Lorne stood up from the holy pool. The holy water slid down the hem of his clothes, splashing ripples on the calm golden water.

Behind him, an extremely luxurious holy robe floated on the water, and the delicate and heavy papal crown sank to the bottom of the pool, and Eulali was never seen again.

Saint Lorne stretched out a finger and pointed at the protective shield, and the barrier that was unshakable to Elder Longke shattered so easily.

Elder Longke fell to the ground, his face full of panic and embarrassment. He opened his mouth to shout, but St. Lorne's words made him feel like a hen whose throat was blocked, and he could no longer make a sound.

"Elder Longke, the Pope is dead and I don't want to kill anyone."

There is no doubt that this is a naked threat.

With St. Lorne's current strength, he is enough to hold the position of pope. What's more, he usually pretends to be gentle and kind, and there are many of his supporters in the temple...

Elder Longke knelt down slowly: "His Majesty the Pope transferred the magic crystal to the Holy Son and threw it into the arms of the God of Light. Elder Longke, meet the new Pope!"

St. Lorne nodded slightly, "Thank you, Elder Longke."

If it were him before, he would definitely not be so calm at the moment. Saint Lorne's eyes were indifferent, but now, he just wanted to take over the throne quickly and catch that restless little succubus!

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"Rong Rong, these are the honey fruits I collected. Do you want to eat them?"

Next to the swing, a handsome elf with silver hair and blue eyes was holding a pile of juicy red fruits and looking expectantly at the beautiful boy on the swing.

Shi Rong swayed his calves leisurely and took a moment to glance at the honey fruit in the elf's hand. Thinking of the fruit Lan Xi tricked herself into eating, she still felt a little bit sour now. "Is this delicious?"

"It's very sweet." The elf showed a flattered smile and quickly handed the handful of fruit to Shi Rong, "The elves in the tribe like to eat it very much!"

Shi Rong tentatively tasted one. The honey fruit was neither soft nor hard, sweet and juicy. The shape of the fruit was neither big nor small, just enough for one bite. It was delicious!

The greedy little succubus licked the corners of her lips and stared longingly at the honey fruit in the elf's hand, "Are these all for me? Thank you, Will!"

The silver-haired elf blushed at the sight of the little succubus's beautiful eyes. She quickly gave him all the nectar in her hand and corrected her with a blushing face: "My name is Weiner, not Will..."

However, the little succubus who was eating the honey fruit completely ignored the elf beside him, and naturally did not hear his explanation clearly. He just nodded casually, "Thank you."

The silver-haired elf's face turned even redder. He looked at Shi Rong shyly and stammered: "Rong Rong, if you want to eat any fruit in the future, you can tell me..."

The heartless little succubus nodded perfunctorily.