The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Jiang Liujing didn't know much about weddings before.

Having lived in the forest for his early years, isolated from the world, Xing Yue and Sang Mo, two old bachelors, clearly couldn't teach him anything. Their feelings had been cold all their lives, and the little warmth they had was given to Jiang Liujing.

Later, when I entered school, all I saw was the crazy pursuit of other students, but I was too young and there were too many unexpected things, so the pursuit seemed like a game, and I never saw anyone get to the point of getting married.

Jiang Liujing originally thought that Chi's understanding of this should be similar to his, but judging from Chi's reaction, this guy with the identity of a phantom beast might be the one who knows the most about the wedding among everyone in the room.

At this moment, in the wooden house, four people were sitting upright at the four corners of a table.

"...This is what happened." Jiang Liujing said in a low voice, not daring to look into Sang Mo and Xing Yue's eyes, but he could already guess the expressions on their faces.

After going out for a while, he came back to know that his grandson decided to marry his contracted fantasy beast. It was really a huge surprise.

Xing Yue's face was tense, and he uttered words one by one from between his clenched teeth, full of murderous intent: "Estes."

The culprit.

Behind the old man, the dark mist of a huge sickle was already looming.

In the palace on the other side, a king sneezed suddenly and scratched his head in confusion.

"Your Majesty! Are you ill?"

"No." Estes was very sure of his health. He asked Sita, who was approaching anxiously, "Are all the things ready?"

"Yes, according to your request, the supplies needed for the wedding are already on the way. Thanks to the emergence of alchemical potions, all countries on the continent have now opened trade channels with us, and the trip is very smooth." Sita reported.

He paused, hesitant again, "But Your Majesty, those two haven't agreed yet. Wouldn't it be too reckless for us to do this?"

"Believe me, I won't." Estes' face showed an expression that showed he had seen through everything.

"Given the character of our little Duke, if he didn't want to, he would have rejected me directly on the spot. The fact that he didn't do so has already demonstrated his intention. As for the other one..." Estes just laughed softly.

He stood up from the throne and stroked the rusty sword and shield beside him.

He lowered his head and gazed at the mottled traces of rust on it, as if he was gazing at some beloved treasure.

He sighed deeply, "When a long-cherished wish is finally about to come true, who can resist the temptation and not accept it? Just overcome the small obstacles in the way. Compared with what is about to be gained, this obstacle is nothing."

In Estes's opinion, he and Chi are essentially the same type of people, both willing to sacrifice everything for their own ambitions.

However, Estes' ambition lies in the prosperity of Ernst, while Chi only wants Jiang Liujing.

"He must be so happy now," Estes said with a smile.

Soon, his conclusion was confirmed, as Chi's happiness was directly reflected in the battle.

Thanks to the alchemical potion produced by Ernst, the originally one-sided situation gradually showed a trend of counterattack, but the progress was still slow.

Until Chi and his army of mythical beasts appeared, the situation suddenly changed.

Relying on the alchemical potion and his own strengthened strength, Chi is now the undisputed king among the fantasy beasts. He leads the army of fantasy beasts and directly rushes into the black fog, ignoring other timid humans.

That fearless attitude made the human army feel strangely ashamed. They had always boasted of being smarter than the mythical beasts, yet they were so timid when facing the enemy.

With a competitive spirit, the human armies also worked hard.

With the joint efforts of humans and mythical beasts, the area occupied by the black fog was reduced by half in just one month.

The original apostle of disaster obviously did not expect that his revival cause would suddenly suffer a major setback after a brief period of glory, and even decline faster than ten thousand years ago.

Unwilling to give up, it fought desperately, but it only managed to extend the time to three months. After three months, without the abyss to replenish its supply of new seeds, its existing population was completely wiped out.

Seeing the face of Pope Cyrus that it transformed into, Chi burned that one to ashes with his own hands. Amidst the sharp screams, the shadow of the past finally disappeared.

All the black fog dissipated, the sun shone on the earth again, and the air became fresh and free again. Tears glistened in the eyes of every surviving creature.

"We will definitely leave our names in history." Mo Ya held his magic wand, he was so exhausted that he could not even lift his arms.

The magic power in his body was repeatedly exhausted and drained during these three months. The pain was so severe that it made him collapse and want to die, but it also increased at an unprecedented speed.

It was also through this battle that countless people realized that they, who they thought were "hardworking" in the past, were actually very lazy and incompetent.

The subordinate smiled and said to Mo Ya: "General, you will be a great noble when you return."

When Mo Ya heard this, a picture of himself sitting among a pile of gold coins appeared in his mind. He was so happy that he smiled foolishly: "Yes, it's finally my turn to have a lot of money."

After resting for a while, he ran to the next battlefield to look for Jiang Liujing, but he couldn't find him. The army of fantasy beasts and Chidu were still there.

Confused, Mo Ya ran to Chi and asked, "Chi, where are Xiao Jing and the others?"

Chi said indifferently: "He went back first."

"What?" Mo Ya was shocked at first, then he clutched his chest in grief, "He didn't even say goodbye to me before he left? I don't even know when we'll see each other again."

Chi looked at Mo Ya's expression, and suddenly raised the corner of his lips: "That won't take long."

Mo Ya: “???”

Chi looked up at the azure sky with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, and said slowly, "Only four or five days, no more than a week."