My Archangel

The expedition has not yet officially begun, but... this trial has already begun.

"If you can't get past a Morik, then I might as well go back and grow oranges."

A smile came out from the corner of his mouth, and Qiao Wen's eyes staring at Morik... also completely settled in this moment.

"...!"

Noting this, he was already ready to go, and Molick, who was watching Qiao Wen looking for opportunities, also clenched his fists.

"Roar--!!"

However, in the next second, a tearing roar was released from the mouth of the blood-colored dragon behind Qiao Wen. The extremely hot heat wave instantly converged in the dragon's jaws. In just a few breaths, It directly caused the temperature in the entire hall to rise extremely obviously!

"...What kind of breath is this?!"

Obviously feeling the huge energy gathered in the heat wave, Morik's face changed suddenly.

Although he knew very well that Qiao Wen dared to provoke him so much that he should have something to rely on... But to be honest, he really didn't expect... This little devil who seems to have almost no traces of practice on his body... it was this when he shot it. Kind of offensive?

This dragon's breath magnitude... Even if it is replaced by most adult ancient dragons, it seems that it can't be done, right??

"Dragon, spray him!"

The frequency of the heartbeat increased to the extreme, and almost transparent air currents faintly entangled all over his body. The astonishment on Morik's face was seen all over his eyes, and Qiao Wen's neck slightly raised.

Obviously it was a little shorter than the sturdy Morik, but at this time, he made Morik the illusion that he was being looked down upon by the kid in front of him.

At the same time, the blood-red dragon had already opened its jaws, and the extremely hot, devastating breath blurted out, and almost instantly sealed Morik's retreat!

"...!"

The expression on his face changed drastically. At this critical juncture, Morik did not panic. A magical rune appeared on his right hand, and a thick soil wall suddenly stood in front of him.

Then in the next moment, as the dragon's breath came into contact with the wall, the extremely thick soil wall didn't even last for a breath, and it fell apart under the burning and impact of the dragon's breath.

Together with Molick, who was evading sideways behind the wall, he was directly flying upside down by Qiao Wen's breath, tumbling a few times in the air, and then hit the guild wall heavily!

The whole body was wrapped with a hot smoke screen. The shimmering light that symbolized that the body surface's magical shield was on the verge of its limit and that it would be broken at any time was surging on the body surface. After receiving a dragon breath from the front, Morik fell against the wall. not moving at all.

The entire guild, both inside and outside... all quieted in vain at this moment.

"..."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen's reaction was dull.

So far, the situation has been exactly as he expected.

His current magic purity itself is at the apex of the golden stage. After passing the overloaded dragon's breath blessing, even without relying on the increase from the fire, he can directly jump across a large level and reach the apex of the platinum stage.

As mentioned in Molick's previous information, although the offense and defense are high, the speed is still lacking compared to the top level.

Facing this kind of close-range dragon's breath... It's weird that he can avoid it except to carry it hard.

Chapter 045: A little stronger

Morik, who was hit by the dragon's breath, flew out as the earth wall shattered and blended. After rolling down to the edge of the gate, the entire guild was silent.

Both inside and outside.

There was still a steaming smoke screen.

And... a very obvious smell, like the smell of something being burnt.

"..."

Swallow saliva.

At this moment, the people who watched this scene with their own eyes at the gate of the guild seemed to have agreed in advance, and swallowed together.

be quiet.

be quiet.

The entire guild was a bit terrifyingly quiet.

"...Hey, do I have eyes... spent?"

Silence enveloped the scene, and after not knowing how long had passed, finally some subtle voices began to spread among the crowd again.

"This guy...this Morik...was rammed away? He was taken care of by a kid who seemed to have just grown up...?"

Qiao Wen, who was standing still inside the guild, and Morik at the door, wandered back and forth. The people who had been quiet for a while... Until this moment, it seemed that they suddenly reacted or realized something. The scenery in front of me was not like a dream, and the expression on his face was obviously beginning to change.

"..."

What was slightly different from everyone else was that Dai'er had remained silent all the time.

However, compared to when she had just seen the dragon phantom emerge from behind Qiao Wen, her face was obviously stiffer.

If you look closely... you can even find a trace of something called "pale" in it.

As for the true emotions contained in that paleness...I don't know.

"Master Dai'er... what he used just now... should indeed be Dragon Breath... right?"

At this moment, the voice came from beside him again.

Elsia is talking.

However, her reaction at this moment... is also obviously affected by Qiao Wen.

She stared at Qiao Wen in the guild intently, and even the tone of her words became a little stammered unknowingly.

Of course, the reason for this reaction is not because of fear.

Having been with Elisa for a while, she is not the type that will be frightened by the dragon's breath in the platinum stage.

At this moment, what filled her mind more... was astonishment.

An extremely simple, just because the part that Qiao Wen revealed was completely beyond her own expectation.

"Well, it's dragon's breath... and, it's not the ordinary dragon's breath..."

Soon, as Elsia's questioning voice fell, she quickly received a response from her side.

However, the voice and tone of the response sounded a little light for some reason, and seemed to be full of an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

"Isn't it an ordinary dragon's breath..."