readytorunbook Chapter 184: Senna Morn Awakens New Divine Arts
Chapter 184: Senna Morn Awakens New Divine Arts
When Senna finished chanting this series of incomprehensible spells, some strange changes began to occur in the base.
First, there was the two-meter-high pile of chewing potatoes, which used their roots to break free from the fixed frame of the ecological field;
Several sturdy roots lay on the ground, supporting their telegraph-pole-like bodies, and ran quickly towards the southern city wall like octopus feet.
Then there are the slower Raspberries.
These low shrubs have much thicker roots in the soil than the chewing potatoes.
They used their rhizomes to trot, occasionally jumping in the air.
The most exaggerated thing is the beech trees on both sides of the city wall.
These trees, which Senna uses as practice objects, often play [Natural Empathy] with little Senna.
They simply twitched their branches, sweeping towards the fallen elves below like whips.
For a moment, the enemies in the clearing in the forest were overwhelmed by the tide of plants.
Little Senna's forehead was also covered with fine beads of sweat.
This isn't Plants vs. Zombies.
A string of ancient spells just appeared in little Senna's mind, allowing her to establish a spiritual connection with the plants she was close to.
Every move of the plant army was controlled by Senna burning her own brain cells.
In a short while, the last Fallen was torn to pieces.
The ground was littered with broken branches and broken fallen elves.
After taking a look at the scene outside the city wall, little Senna giggled twice, sat down on the ground, and fainted against the parapet.
……
"Torture?"
Bol looked at the human in front of him who had no idea of the situation, and pulled the corner of his mouth weakly.
"Yes, torture.
Aren’t human nobles good at this?”
"Clam?!"
Alvin was even more confused. How could such a barbaric and brutal method have anything to do with him?
"Hurry in, pervert!
The beautiful goddess Lal said that even Ms. Morgan couldn’t handle your moves..."
Before Lian could finish her words, her sister covered her mouth with her hands, fearing that some bad words would come out of the mouth of this outspoken little girl.
"Anyway, hurry up and go!
Knight Kayla has already begun some preparations.”
In a secluded corner of the Ancestral Hall, the female knight Kayla Lawita was indeed making preparations.
First, he used candles and a few pieces of refined gold to set up a prayer array - an array that prayed to himself, which could turn this small place into a stable [anti-magic] space.
Then there were a few whips with barbs, which were the treasures of a frost giant. Now she took them away and used them as interesting torture instruments.
Before Xiling went out to find Ivan, she tried it a few times with great interest.
I have to say, a whip that has been preserved for 30,000 years feels really good.
However, this half-dragon man just made unclear sounds like "hiss, hiss" and refused to explain even after being hit several times.
If only I had learned a few interrogation techniques from Bane before that idiot died.
Alas, what a pity.
Now, inexplicably, all my whip skills are aimed at making others happy...
The half-dragon tied up on the stage looked at him with something a little strange in his eyes.
Just when Lavita didn't know how to proceed, Xiling finally dragged Ivan in.
The female knight ignored the half-dragon's slightly expectant look, walked aside angrily, and threw the whip to the ground in a bad mood.
"No, he's been beaten for so long that his flesh and blood are already a mess... Why do you want me to come in..."
A certain human walked nonchalantly up to the half-dragon, muttering to himself.
"I think... I may need more advanced interrogation techniques, such as your healing skills..."
Xiling opened her mouth and said something that everyone knew.
That's right, there is a saying circulating among girls that if one day you are unlucky and need to use Alvin's healing spells, you must be mentally prepared.
Because that feeling is much more painful than the pain itself.
In fact, apart from the slow-witted big guy Brokentooth Wasteland, there are probably few normal creatures that can withstand Ivan's healing spells.
Since the eldest lady had given clear instructions, Alvin simply used [Heal Minor Injuries] without hesitation.
The half-dragon, who had a mocking look on his face before, immediately had all the scales on his body stand up and spread out, and his tail, which was tied to the side of the stone platform, struggled everywhere, making the chains clang.
"Hiss! Hiss!"
Alvin, who understood the half-dragon language, looked at the creature with interest.
"What kind of spell is this, you ask? A healing spell?
Look, your wounds are starting to scab over..."
After saying that, another shot of treating minor injuries was sent over.
After several consecutive healing spells, the half-dragon had no visible wounds except for his legs.
Even the jaw, which had been cut by shrapnel, began to heal.
“Hiss—Human!
Lord Valam didn't say you have such magical abilities!"
“Hmm… a good start.
So first of all, who is Valaam?"
The half-dragon, with fear already in his eyes, rationally shut his mouth.
But then, a more powerful divine spell that made him even more unable to stop was cast upon him.
“Ss ...
Valam is the bravest warrior under Bahamut!
He is the master of all dragon-like creatures!"
Ivan was confused by the series of jargon, but Loweta next to him understood it immediately.
"Bahamut?
Isn’t that the Dragon God from the First Age?
How could such a thing come out of the mouth of a creature from another world like you?"
“An alien creature?
You are a brainless native woman who knows everything!
The entire dragon world was created by Lord Bahamut - hiss hiss hiss -"
Another healing spell caused the foul-mouthed half-dragon to howl.
This time, Alvin used his most powerful [Heal Moderate Injuries]. The endless sense of pleasure rubbed the half-dragon's brain, causing white foam to appear at the corners of his mouth.
"Be gentle, Alvin! This half-dragon man is not as tough as we thought..."
Worried that the only prisoner would be harmed, Xiling pressed down Ivan's hand, which was glowing white, in time.
If Xiling hadn't stopped him, I'm afraid that Alvin would have cast a series of healing spells on him.
"Hiss...hiss...you ignorant natives...
We are just following the oracle and taking back the world that belongs to us..."