My Archangel

Unlike Dai'er, Elsia, who had not witnessed the scene where the dragon Miao Qi breathed the dragon's breath, was taken aback for a moment when she heard these words.

Soon, after subconsciously rejecting the meaning of Dai'er's words, she blinked silently.

indeed.

If judged from the scene just now... and the current situation, what Qiao Wen controlled the dragon to spit out shouldn't be ordinary dragon's breath.

After all... After seeing Qiao Wen during this period of time, to her who had already carefully checked the information that Qiao Wen filled in during the remote registration expedition pre-selection during this period of time, Qiao Wen was originally The impression in her mind... is that the purity of magic power is judged to be around the top of the golden rank, and the potential is around the platinum rank.

And it wasn't the current monster that could knock Morik, a platinum cultivator who could rank among the entire Riesen, almost instantly with just one breath of the dragon.

what happened?

What's weird in the dragon's breath just now?

Elsia was not a giant dragon. At this time, apart from realizing that Qiao Wen had indeed used an attack method that exceeded the platinum limit, she felt confused.

After all... In her original judgment, this human being dared to provoke Morik on his own initiative, that should be based on something.

But... In her original prediction, Qiao Wen calculated that there was indeed a basis for actual combat across a large stage... That should also be a means related to that witch or archangel.

But now this super dragon's breath...what happened?

"Miss Dai'er, the dragon's breath he used...to be more specific, what kind of method... I don't seem to see you how to use it?"

Suddenly such doubts surfaced in her mind. Elsia turned her head subconsciously, and cast her gaze to her side. For some reason, she was quiet after saying "Qiao Wen didn't use ordinary dragon's breath". Dale coming down.

"……do not know."

Elsia's voice fell, Dai'er bit her lip silently, turned her face away, and tried her best to speak in a calm tone: "Maybe... from which pureblood ancient dragon he should get this part of talent... As you know, Lord Elsia, just talk about the dragon's breath... the destructive power of the dragon's breath of the ancient dragon is always above the average of all dragons."

Regarding Elsia's doubts, Dai Er, who claimed that "no one understands dragon's breath better than me" not long ago, explained this way.

However, this is not the case.

She knew what the breath of the dragon erupted when Qiao Wen controlled the dragon just now.

Very clear, very clear.

Undoubtedly... it was the overloaded dragon's breath that she had seen not long ago and the dragon Miao Qi used in front of her.

Yes.

Obviously there was nothing in his body that could be related to the dragon not long ago, but Qiao Wen now has mastered such a method.

Faster than her.

It was faster than the young god who had the blood of a giant dragon on her body and even got the guidance of the dragon god.

Is there something wrong here?

"..."

The teeth bite closer unconsciously.

De'er's mind came to mind not long ago, when she was sitting on the back of the giant dog Greer and rushing to the guild's side, Qiao Wen once summoned the scarlet dragon in front of her.

Even though as early as that time, she had already noticed that this guy, whether it was the condensed degree of the phantom, or the mastery of the dragon's breath... had already widened the gap to a certain extent.

But she never expected that the gap would be so exaggerated.

Frustration.

At this moment, my head is blank and my mood is in a mess.

Watching Qiao Wen, who stood in place unscathed after Molick was lying inside the guild...Dai'er suddenly felt that she was a little ridiculous.

What to worry about... This kind of thing, she still leaves herself the hapless person who hasn't grown much after years of practice.

Moving his gaze, his gaze turned to Morik, who was still lying motionless on the ground until now, the frustration that had been rising in Dai'er's head... also became stronger at this moment.

A few days ago, under Elsia’s introduction, Dai’er, who had discussed with Morik, a veteran of the Lisiren, knew very well that even now she...it’s impossible to do it without lighting the fire. In an instant, Morik was like this.

Rather, for her currently at the golden level, she can barely hold the stalemate with Morik under the aura of the young god... it is already pretty good.

How can it be as exaggerated as this guy is now.

"However, it doesn't seem to be over yet."

Elsia's voice came abruptly in the ear again.

"…Ok."

Hearing these words, and after noticing that Molick's fingers on the ground shook suddenly, Dai'er, who also realized something, nodded nonchalantly.

"Although the surprise that Mr. Qiao Wen has brought to me now is a bit too big, but how can I say... This uncle is also from the same period as my grandfather. If he meets, he will be here for less than 20 years. It’s a little scary to deal with the newcomer so easily."

With both hands picked up, and around the chest that was not too undulating, Elsia squinted her eyes a little, and stared at the scenery inside the guild intently: "Well, it's really troublesome... now Just to start."

...

guild.internal.

'... This uncle, although the speed of raising the wall is good, his acting skills are quite poor.'

Qiaowen stayed where Molik was hit by the breath of the dragon, even though Molik in the distance seemed to be able to completely complete the unilateral crush with a few more shots, but he did not hesitate He stopped his hand and restrained his impulse.

Because of the purpose he was pursuing, he was not here to single-kill Morik from the beginning.

What he has to do is to convince people with reason and convince Morik to make this uncle who still has illusions about this expedition recognize his own position and honestly be a high-quality tool man who can carry several fires at once.

Therefore, from just now, in addition to borrowing this insignificant period of time to ease the fatigue after spraying a load of dragon's breath, he has been recovering from Molik.

Theoretically speaking, before the magic shield was broken, Molik would not suffer too much damage. At best, he would just endure the shock of the dragon's breath after the shield was cushioned by shock absorption.

Rather, in this case, I fainted... it was abnormal.

"..."

And then, under Qiao Wen's gaze, Morik, who was lying on the ground... indeed stood up slowly.

Although the whole body looked a little embarrassed, and even the white smoke formed by violently burning magic power on the shield on the surface of his body, he was essentially unscathed except that the shield's bearing capacity was about to return to zero.

He didn't even have a mouth.

In short, the final result achieved by Qiao Wen's breath of dragon at close range just now can be regarded as infinitely close to breaking the defense.

"You are very calm and surprised me a little bit, kid."