vrcanaries Chapter 473 Ivan's Divine Spell
Chapter 473 Ivan's Divine Spell
"It seems that our previous understanding of faith was not comprehensive enough."
Labelas tried to find some clues from the pink magic ball in Rillifane's palm.
In the main plane, divine magic seems to be no different from arcane magic.
It's nothing more than having to offer your faith to the gods and not having to carry a bag of chicken feet with you.
But for gods, divine arts have a pulling relationship with gods.
Almost every divine spell cast by a god has one or two that bear the god's own imprint.
Those fanatical priests and pastors called these divine spells.
Because each god has different obsessions, these divine arts can be understood as exclusive spells bestowed by gods on believers.
But even the most powerful gods can only bestow one or two exclusive spells on their believers.
Even Mystra, who specialized in spell research, only made some improvements based on the arcane.
"But this kid Ivan has changed almost every spell beyond recognition."
The old skeleton dispersed the pink magic ball on his palm, then summoned green vines and tied up a floor lamp behind him in a tortoise shell bind.
Labelas on the side once again began to sense the source of power in the spell.
"Yes, this is what ordinary creatures call divine magic...
But when did you start to regard Ivan as an object of faith?
This doesn't make sense. After all, you are still a god with divine thoughts."
"Belief?
No, no, no, old man, you overestimate the relationship between me and that guy.
I am just like that short half-elf. I just choose to believe that the human boy is very perverted...
He should be the most perverted one in and outside the plane...oh?"
Along with Rillifane's surprised voice, the vines that were swaying wildly on the ground suddenly jumped high up.
The growth trend was finally stopped until all the things that could be tied up in the house were wrapped tightly, almost filling up half of the room.
“Stop… stop!
Rillifane! Dispel your spell!"
La Bellas, who was also tied up tightly, finally showed an unconcealable panic.
The silver-haired elves, who are always wise and calm, enjoy a reputation in the outside world as being more handsome than younger elves.
Even Labelas spends more time taking care of himself than the mysophobic skeleton does.
These annoying vines and weeds made him quite uncomfortable.
After hiding nearby and gloating for a long time, Rillifane finally waved his hand and let the wildly growing weeds and vines return underground.
"I have never seen such a dirty spell before."
Having regained his freedom, Labelas brushed off the remaining grass debris on his body and stared at Rillifane angrily.
The soul flame of the old skeleton floated in a very obscene manner, as if it was sneering.
He pointed at the marks on Labelas' body caused by the tortoise shell binding and said in a playful tone:
“Old man, this kid’s magic can be made more powerful by exaggerating his degree of perversion.
Don't you realize?
Just now, you, a descended god close to the legendary level, were controlled by a first-level magic..."
……
Elise led the dark elf expeditionary force and finally returned to Breath of the Moon Sea.
During this time, her "big sister" clone kept the city in good order.
The mushroom farm has begun to produce large quantities of mushroom meat, which makes the dark elves who love to indulge in food extremely happy.
Although the city defenses were weak during this period, due to the military deterrence of the dark elves, no blind underground creatures launched an attack.
However, the gray dwarves in the southern part of the city increased the frequency of their harassment.
With the new city defense weapons, these attacks were all in vain.
However, quite a few corpses of gray dwarves were left behind.
After the "big sister" controlled by Iris led the team to kill the vanguard cavalry, she pulled off all their weapons and armor, and threw the bodies directly into the turbulent Miral River so that the creatures in the river could have a feast.
If supplies were not so scarce, the dark elves would never have looked upon equipment made of ordinary metal.
You know, during the time of the city of Mosobre, even the lowest-ranking slave warriors were equipped with weapons mixed with magical metals.
Some martial arts masters of large families will also own a full set of refined gold equipment.
It is a pity that with the fall of Mosobranzan, those magical metals had long been divided up by the surrounding gray dwarves and deep gnomes.
Fortunately, now Alvin has solved his food and safety problems.
Iris looked at the stone defense pillars lined up on the tall city wall, and still felt a little grateful to her future son-in-law.
But when she caught a glimpse of the short stick that Nimya was playing with, her anger suddenly took over.
"This damn pervert!
We must not let Xiling marry him so easily!
At least we need to cleanse all of his bad tastes!"
Nimia, who had been following behind his Lord God, was startled by the sudden roar.
She cautiously glanced at Iris's face, not quite understanding why the Lord God suddenly got angry.
However, as the most trusted diviner of the Lord God, Nimia believed that it was also the diviner's responsibility to calm Iris' emotions in a timely manner when the Lord God was angry.
So she did what the dark elves liked best, jumping in front of Iris and holding up the enchanted short stick in both hands.
"Lady Elise!
Mr. Alvin is really thoughtful!
You see, our standard weapons have been specially made to be multi-purpose!
Many sisters no longer have to spend money on cheap toys that can neither generate heat nor vibrate...
I heard that the sisters in the city defense team are still trying to enchant some interesting little spells into it...
Eh? Lady Iris?
Why are you walking so fast?
We are almost at the temple!
Lady Elise! Lady Elise!
Wait for me, my legs are not as long as yours..."
Iris, with a dejected look on her face, finally got rid of Nimia's harassment.
She sat alone in the moon room at the top of the temple, sighing to herself.
"I've spent almost fifty years, and I still can't change these little guys' distorted worldview...
Really... I'm afraid there will never be another god as failed as me..."
Elise buried her head on the table, and the glowing moss in the room gradually dimmed under her control.
After a long time, a faint sound was heard in the room.
"Father... I haven't had time to ask you yet...
Am I doing the right thing by doing this..."