Xiaoyu's learning speed was so fast that his father couldn't believe it. It only took about 20 days from the saint's teaching to the present, but Xiaoyu actually went from apprentice to senior mage, and his progress did not slow down at all.
It's like there is no bottleneck.
"The learning progress is very fast. Maybe you will be able to carry our power within a month." The voice of the Saint rang in Xiaoyu's mind. There was some inexplicable meaning in the words, which seemed to remind Xiaoyu that he was also counting himself.
The remaining time.
The consciousnesses of the three of them cannot harm Xiaoyu's consciousness. No, they cannot harm the lives of past reincarnation hosts, because they are one body. If they want to harm Xiaoyu, they can only commit suicide when they take over the body.
But this is their last reincarnation. Once Xiaoyu dies, the three of them will also die. This is also the reason for the desperate situation.
"Don't worry, dad and I have already developed some understanding. If it doesn't work, I will use my soul to nourish your consciousness and maintain it forever as it is now." Xiaoyu seemed to have noticed something and comforted in a low voice.
No longer careless and careless like before, Xiaoyu looks a little gentler. Christmas has long passed outside the door, and everywhere in Xiangjiang is also filled with red.
The New Year is coming. No matter how great changes occur in the world, the New Year will always be an eternal festival here. Perhaps many people are afraid of the approach of the extraordinary, but they still hurriedly posted new couplets.
Xiaoyu put down the book in her hand and looked at the busy scene outside with complicated eyes. What she wanted was adventure.
But when she saw the cold numbers of missing persons on the news after each extraordinary event, she felt worried. This was a real world, and those cold numbers were living lives.
The world has become strange, and adventure seems not as beautiful as imagined.
The Saint Seiya didn't say anything, and fell silent. He was speechless at this time.
Xiaoyu leaned her head against the window sill. Outside, a child of about eight years old was holding a box of broken cannons to scare a big yellow dog. The reproachful look of his mother behind him seemed to change into that of Chen Long in Xiaoyu's eyes.
"Toru! What's the matter with you? Xiaoyu is already older than you, how can you ask dad to teach you?"
"Sir, I really tried my best."
"Work hard? Then why have I taught you this magic dozens of times and you still can't do it? Xiaoyu, I just taught it once and you learned it."
"I'm sorry, maybe I'm too stupid."
"You have one more thing, Chen Long, where is dad's hot tea? Do you want dad to die of thirst?"
"Coming, coming, right now."
“One more thing”
The conversation between the three people interrupted Xiaoyu's thoughts. She came back to her senses and touched Xiaoying who was sleeping at her feet. She turned around and looked at Uncle Long's hurried look, with a smile on her face.
"Something is coming, so fast!"
The Saint's voice suddenly sounded, disrupting Xiaoyu's smile again. She frowned and looked at the sky. Snowflakes began to fall in Xiangjiang, which had never snowed before.
This kind of thing, which had not happened for decades, quickly attracted the attention of the whole of Hong Kong.
Behind him, dad's scolding stopped instantly, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
The little eagle at the foot also opened its eyes. It still seemed a little confused, but then the timid little eagle started to shiver and huddled directly at Xiaoyu's feet.
"Dad has a bad feeling." He walked to the window and looked at the snow getting heavier and heavier outside, and said solemnly.
As soon as Dad finished speaking, an old woman suddenly appeared in front of the glass window of Dad's antique shop.
There was no warning, as if it appeared out of thin air among these snowflakes, which looked extremely strange.
Everyone in the store was shocked. Su Qian and some staff walked out in the distance, fully armed. They would not leave the area around Dad's antique store.
However, they would not rush forward to such a strange situation, and reported the situation directly to the superiors. Due to concerns about the situation in Hollywood, West Market, etc., various emergency underground shelters were opened, which might save their lives.
"Are you here to grab the armor?" Xiaoyu asked calmly. Nowadays, she comes to do many things. Although she is still young, her strength has surpassed that of her father.
The old woman nodded and said: "Hello, my name is Winter Fuxue. I am the former queen of the Winter Elf. I don't want to conflict with you this time. Give me your armor. Maybe we will be comrades in arms in the future."
Fuxue glanced towards the west with her old but not cloudy eyes, and her tone was not cold, but rather soft and meaningful.
"You know this is impossible." Xiaoyu shook her head and said softly.
After the armor was bound, she and her father had studied it and found that it could not be removed. Although it was only good for Chen Long and not harmful, the treasure would always be coveted by others.
Shenzhao is too powerful and no one dares to mess with it, but they are different. On the surface, there is only one great mage, but in the universe, this is a big fat sheep with no fighting power, and everyone wants to take a bite.
"Perhaps you don't know that our elves are attached to a god, and he is the owner of that armor. I am only here to retrieve what the god lost." There was a hint of confusion on Fuxue's old face.
Said respectfully and seriously.
At this time, Chen Long walked out. Fu Xue saw Chen Long's eyes light up, and a hint of greed in them disappeared. He still looked at Xiaoyu and his father with the same expression as before.
Xiaoyu subconsciously looked at her father. Even though she knew many secrets and had become much more mature, she would still subconsciously seek help from her father for some things.
Dad condensed for a moment and said directly: "This is the territory of the demon monarch. The gods cannot threaten dad. If force is to be used, dad hopes that we can go to the wasteland, otherwise it will be bad for you and me."
Dad knew very well why the elf didn't take action. She was afraid of Shen Zhao, so she wanted to use the name of God to resolve the matter without conflict.
But again, they really don't know how to take off the armor, and of course they can't hand over Chen Long to this elf.
Since both sides have concerns and fighting is unavoidable, changing places is necessary.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the elf in front of her frowned. After sensing it, surprise flashed in her eyes, as if she didn't expect that the god's armor appeared in the devil's territory and was not destroyed.
"Okay." Fu Xue nodded without rejecting. It was clear now that if these people didn't leave, she wouldn't mind annihilating them as quickly as possible. At worst, they would be chased by demons.
According to the data sent back during the invasion, the current Demon Lord's strength should be about the same as hers. Even if he cannot be defeated, there is still no problem in running away.
"True, Xiaoyu will stay here to look after the house. Chen Long will go with Dad." Dad gave the order decisively.
Without waiting for anyone else to react, a portal appeared and Dad walked in.
He could feel the power of this elf, which made him feel powerless. It was a stronger existence than any of Xiaoyu's previous explosions, and naturally he would not let Xiaoyu participate.
Chen Long nodded and looked at the trembling little eagle at Xiaoyu's feet. The little griffon also knew what it meant. He walked out from Xiaoyu's feet and leaned over, motioning for Chen Long to come up.
Fu Xue closed her eyes and felt for a moment, a white portal appeared, and then she walked directly in.
Xiaoyu watched a group of people disappear in front of her one after another and murmured: "Shadow, I need your power, Mo Kai must come out to help."
As soon as she finished speaking, a trace of scarlet flashed in Xiaoyu's eyes. She did not let the queen come out, and of course the queen would not come out. They all needed Xiaoyu to become familiar with all the powers as soon as possible. Xiaoyu used the power of the Saint the most, and of course Shadow could not lag behind.
Also, Xiaoyu felt that the Shadow Queen was actually stronger than the Saint Seiya, and the elf just gave her a too strong feeling, so she subconsciously wanted to use the strongest power to deal with it.
"Xiaoyu, be careful." Tohru wanted to say something, but the words changed and he could only say.
He didn't have the strength to stop it, and he knew he shouldn't stop it. Although they were the top people in the world, the strongest one was Xiaoyu.
Xiaoyu's eyes turned scarlet, and her whole attitude became cold and manic, as if the darkness in her heart was completely recalled at this moment.
"Mokai!"
A cold call came from Xiaoyu's mouth, and suddenly a lich wearing a tattered robe and holding a book staff appeared outside Dad's antique shop.
He bowed to Xiaoyu and replied: "See the queen."
"Prepare for war, let's go to the Sahara Desert!"
"As you command!"
As a Shadow Throne appeared, the shadows began to operate at full strength. Mokai began to sacrifice in the shadows. In the eyes of the powerful Shadow God, blue flames gradually appeared. This was his strongest state.
Some troops that had never been seen before were also lined up in the shadows, setting off together with the eight legions led by Tara.
This is the first time that the shadow army has mobilized in thousands of years. Some shadow creatures that had been sleeping due to the queen's reincarnation began to gradually wake up.
The words "prepare for war" are not just about Mo Kai, the queen's words are enough to inspire the entire shadow!
At this time, Shen Zhao appeared out of thin air above the antique shop. He felt that those familiar scents seemed to have gone to another country.
He felt the movement of the shadow, and sure enough, this was a trial for Xiaoyu. He raised his head and looked at the sky, hoping that it would be as he thought. The more bloody the better at this time.
Maybe after this time, the enemy will no longer be an enemy? He needs to prepare.
A handful of soul crystal balls appeared in his hand, and his eyes gradually became a little weird. He glanced at the monkey shrouded in darkness behind him, and whispered softly: "Atlantis."
In an instant, the fluctuations of Aurora's Eye flickered, and he disappeared from the spot again.
Tru seemed to feel something. He walked out of the antique store, looked up and was confused: "Did I feel wrong?"
The snowflakes falling from the sky gradually dissipated, and the snow, which had been rare in Hong Kong for decades, fell in less than three minutes, which was not only surprising.