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Fulilian couldn't help but complain, "Let's not even talk about the other things. You can't even make a giant staff."

"Not always."

In just a few minutes, Ivan overcame another key point and successfully advanced the design of the magic tank to version 2.0. He was almost ready to try to build Unit-.

"Although I can't make a giant staff myself, I can ask for help."

After arranging the city defense, the two flew back to their base camp, Suiye City, entered the castle and activated the teleportation array.

With a flash, Celia's 3D projection appeared in front of the two, followed by Zanze's projection. Her long hair was transforming into several small hands, massaging Celia.

Thorn Vest had returned to the ancient elven tree a few days ago. This was Celie's initiative. Her original words at the time were: "Let Zanze return to me quickly. Without her care, the quality of my daily life has been rapidly declining."

Those who knew her thought she gave birth to a daughter, while those who didn’t thought she gave birth to a mother.

"Wife, please do me a favor and build me a giant magic wand. I have already sent you the blueprints."

On the other side, Zanze's long hair stretched into the teleportation array, took out the blueprint and handed it to Celie.

Celia didn't move during the whole process, which was so convenient that Ivan felt a little jealous. Why didn't Zanze help him in such detail?

I am so angry and cold. When will my old father be able to stand up in the family?

"What a useless man." Celie just glanced at him and sneered, "You can't even make something this simple, and yet you come to me for help. You're really just a piece of trash."

"You say that, but this giant staff is actually quite difficult for you, right? You're afraid of failure, so you deliberately speak disrespectfully."

"A clumsy way to provoke a general."

Celie frowned, "But your goal has been achieved. I will make a giant staff for you."

She continued, "Because I cannot allow you to question my strength in this way, when the giant staff is completed, I will punish you severely as a lesson for your rude words."

"Please punish me in person! It would be even better if you could step on my face with those sweet and soft little feet."

Ivan replied with a smile, not showing any worry or fear, but full of anticipation.

This left the mother and daughter on the other side of the teleportation array speechless. Of course, Zanze remained silent the entire time.

After about 30 seconds of silence, Celie turned her gaze to Fulilian and asked, "Flilian, did Ivan do anything strange to you?"

"?"

Fulilian's clear emerald eyes revealed confusion, and she tilted her head. "Strange thing? What kind of behavior can be considered strange? If it means asking me to step on him, then that never happened."

"Anything else, like sneaking into your bed at night."

"Hmm... I'm not sure, because I sleep very soundly, and Ivan also has the (spare) key to my room. If he sneaks over to sleep next to me and leaves before I wake up, I won't know."

Fulilian didn't understand why Celie asked this. In her opinion, only children would be too scared to sleep at night and sneak into their parents' bed in order to seek a sense of security.

I am obviously weaker than Ivan now and cannot give him any sense of security, so the premise for this to happen does not exist.

"Ivan, what are you doing with the key to Frillian's room?" Celie's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Ivan quickly raised his right hand, "It was to force her out of bed when she was staying in bed. I swear on Zanze's hair that I have never done anything obscene to her in secret."

Zanze: ???

"He actually swore on his daughter's hair. It seems to have a certain degree of credibility, and the reason is quite sufficient. After all, I like to stay in bed too."

Celie nodded and didn't delve into the matter any further.

She just asked casually on a whim.

"One week. Within one week, I will build you a giant staff. I will inform you when the time comes. Is there anything else?"

"Nothing."

As soon as Ivan finished speaking, Celie hung up the video call of the teleportation array, and then flew outside without stopping, muttering all the way.

"That seems a bit boastful. A giant staff isn't that easy to create. We need to hurry up and get an elemental dragon. If we can't make it in time, we'll have to use Zanze's hair as a substitute."

Zan Ze on the side: "..."

You two are really enough.

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After finishing the phased processing of the magic tank issue, Ivan found himself suddenly free.

Anyone who dared to rebel against him had long since turned into a zombie, the demons had been driven far away, and all the suitable fishing spots around had been fished out.

There was no Volame, who was about to enter the age of the jackal, to feed, and suddenly there was nothing to do.

"Hey, Flillian, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No."

"That's it..."

So Ivan began to wander around Suiye City.

He first went to the mine to take a look. Those who made mistakes there worked very actively (those who were not active died). Those who were originally fat and plump have now become strong men.

Then we went to the arms manufacturing plant, where everything from gunpowder production to firearms assembly was in full swing.

Although it sounds a bit stupid to do this in the magical world, there are no useless things, only people who don't know how to use them. Firearms without magic blessing also mean that they can avoid magic detection.

And most importantly, its bullets can use "Original Bombs." Anyone hit by the bullet will automatically download the original god into their brain, and then crash due to insufficient memory...

This is of course a joke.

In a true sense, it has the same effect as Emiya Kiritsugu's "Origin Bullet". It is mixed with the forbidden magic stone powder. With one shot, the powder will flow through the blood throughout the body, and his magical career will be ruined.

Although the Forbidden Magic Stone is the hardest substance in the world and cannot be processed, Ivan has a conceptually hardest holy sword, so he scraped off some powder from it bit by bit.

I just wonder how many bullets it will take to kill the devil?

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 57: Aura Lying Down

Ivan's attainments in space magic have improved rapidly in recent days. Coupled with the real-time tracking system that can provide specific coordinates, he has reached the point where he can go wherever he wants in his own territory.

Whether it was the busy workshops or the hustle and bustle of the markets, the bustling city or the tranquility of the towns, he went there in person to see them all with his own eyes.

In general, it was a scene of vibrant life with everything flourishing, which made Ivan feel a sense of accomplishment and even wanted to recite a poem.

But I don’t know if it’s the negative effect of the Innocence System. I racked my brains for several minutes but couldn’t find a poem that suited my taste. The original one was even more unbearable to the ears. Reading it out would only ruin the mood, so I had to give up.

"what?"

Ivan suddenly noticed a strange fluctuation coming from the edge of the territory, and a red dot appeared at that location on the map, but disappeared in an instant.

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"..."

A crack appeared in the sky, and a petite girl fell from it.

It has two horns on its head, purple hair and purple eyes. Its long hair is often tied into multiple small braids in a complex and exquisite way, making the overall look extremely fluffy. Moreover, because it lies face down on the ground, it looks like a purple onion from a distance.

Another golden scale fell from the crack in the sky and hit her butt straight on.

"It hurts, it hurts... As Lord Aura, one of the Seven Sages of the Demon Clan... I'm actually in such a state of disgrace."

Enduring the excruciating pain in her brain that seemed to tear her soul apart, and the strange whispers in her ears that kept driving her crazy, Aura, with tears in her eyes, picked up the scales of obedience and called a bird-shaped monster from nearby to let it catch her and fly her into the sky.

This is certainly not because of despair and an attempt to commit suicide, but because flying in the sky is undoubtedly safer than flying on the ground.

"Oh, my head hurts so much, it's about to break..."

Blood began to seep out of Aula's eyes, nose, and ears. She was dangling in the air in this state, and she felt so disgusted that she wanted to vomit out her internal organs.

Fortunately, a Tianmai dragon as big as an island passed by. She had been on the verge of death before, and it was thanks to the encounter with a Tianmai dragon that she was able to survive.

Only after letting the monster bird put himself on the Tianmai Dragon did Aula feel a little relieved. This species of dragon has a gentle personality and basically flies high in the sky all its life. Its ecosystem is self-contained and there are no humans living on it, only ordinary beasts and monsters.

Safety issues are still guaranteed.

Gradually, the severe pain that seemed to be about to collapse the brain finally began to ease, the whispers in the ears gradually faded away, and many bizarre scenes emerged in the spiritual world.

It was like holding a sword and repeatedly scratching the neck like playing a violin.

After failing to obey the magic, he was controlled by Fulilian, and was given the strange order not to wash his feet for six months. He was poured with a potion that corroded clothes from the top of his head, and was ordered to become a mount that could only crawl on the ground...

The most outrageous thing was that that bastard Fulilian came to him on a strange two-wheeled vehicle, flipped over his obedience scale, and said, "Look, a magnet." Then he stabbed himself to death with a machete and walked away in a cool manner.

"Fake, these are all fake!"

Aura remembered that he had indeed lost in the duel with Fulilian, but he had not been subjected to any messy treatment. Instead, he was ordered to commit suicide in a straightforward manner, even his own head...

Eh?

Why is my head still attached to my neck? Why am I still alive? Is this not reality? There's no such thing as a monster bird, no such thing as a sky-veined dragon. These are just my dying dreams.

"Ah, so that's it..."

Aula lay flat on the dirty soil, staring blankly at the clear and pure sky. Although he had lived for more than five hundred years, it seemed that he had never really felt at peace.

Constantly getting stronger, constantly fighting, living in fear with beasts, demons and humans, afraid that one day they will be killed by a group of adventurers shouting "friendship" and "bonds", or that the demon king will say "you are too weak, you will only tarnish the image of the demon race" and throw them into the rebirth furnace to become nourishment for the new demon race.

Live your life in fear and tread on thin ice.

It seemed like they were going to be free today, but the demons were clearly trying to keep themselves alive by instinct, and they had to struggle no matter how ugly it was.

but……

"I'm tired. I'm really tired. Death is inevitable anyway, so I'll just give up struggling and sink into eternal peace."

Desire to survive: Stop it! Stand up straight! Find a way to survive—

Aura: No, no, I don’t want to listen.

After shattering his survival instinct and deciding to give up and die, Aura suddenly felt as if he had broken through some invisible shackles, but now it didn't matter.

"Before death comes, let me take a last good look at this beautiful scenery that I always neglect..."

The meaningless whispers that kept murmuring in my ears disappeared, and the severe pain in my head gradually subsided.

A comfortable breeze blew through her, and Aura slowly closed her eyes, her face peaceful as she fell asleep.

The next morning.

A robin landed on the demon girl's delicate nose, then lowered its head and pecked at one of her nostrils.

"!"

Aura woke up immediately and jumped up in fright, then was pleasantly surprised to find that not only was he not dead, but his headache and whispering symptoms had completely disappeared, his mind was unusually clear, and even his magic power had improved a lot.

"I'm not dead? I'm really not dead! Hahahaha——" The girl laughed wildly, scaring a flock of birds away.

"Those indescribable whispers and the bizarre images that flashed through my mind's eye—I think I've been targeted by an evil spirit."

In order to avoid being hunted by a group of people, Aura went to an ancient maze to rest for a while. On a stone slab inside, there was a message engraved by the ancient demons.

Those extraterritorial evil gods helped our ancestors free themselves from the goddess's control, granting us individual consciousness and freedom. However, this freedom comes at a price. Blood and curse will always be with us. Future demons must remember this and must...

The stone slab was completely destroyed on the back half due to years of erosion, but fortunately the rest of the slabs were well preserved and recorded some things about the evil god from outside the domain.

Demons targeted by the evil god will experience auditory and visual hallucinations, and some will even disappear inexplicably.

But Aura had never encountered a demon targeted by the evil god, nor had he heard of anything similar happening. Now he had encountered one inexplicably. Although he felt a little uneasy, Aura instantly became confident.

"I'm not afraid of death, so why should I worry about a little-known evil god?" Aura flew into the air, having never felt his body so light.

"There's nothing to be afraid of anymore."

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 58: Aura Doesn't Want to Be a Traitor

After taking a bath in the lake and cleaning off the dirt and blood on her face, the brand new Miss Aura left Tianmailong.

"First, I must kill some human knights and rebuild the puppet army. Then, I will lie dormant quietly until Fulilian dies, then I will emerge from nowhere and bring the entire world under my control. Then, I will be the new Demon King—"

Thinking of the countless armies he had secretly raised, sweeping across the world like a tidal wave, Aura's heartbeat quickened and an abnormal blush appeared on his face.

"Calm down, calm down. Don't let your fantasy let you delay your work. Hurry and find the human city."

Now she felt that she already had the magic power of the Great Demon Clan. As long as she didn't take the initiative to cause trouble for Fulilian, there was no possibility of her getting into trouble.

At this moment, she suddenly noticed the magical reaction of the demons below, and it was very familiar. It was Livalai, known as the Bloody God of War. She adjusted her posture and landed over.

Under the giant trees in the forest, the opponent vigilantly took out a huge axe and prepared to meet the enemy.

"It's me, Livalai."