Keep that awayits dangerous
Her voice tense, her nerves clearly rattled by the deadly Nether Flas. Could she be blad for that though? After all, a couple of Five-stars Demonic Fla Sprites and a Six-stars Fla Devouring Fish were all wiped out not too long ago by said fla without any hope of resistance whatsoever. One had to know that all three of them were fla based organismsfor them to be burned to death like that was truly ironic.
Even though Nolas resistance to fla was ludicrously high, she was no fool. She naturally knew that an ordinary fla simply couldnt be compared to Nether Flas. For her to be so fearful was only to be expected, right?
Seeing her acting with such trepidation was truly a new and intriguing experience for . One that couldnt help but bring a cheeky grin to my lips as I said: So even Nola has tis when she is afraid.
Who said Im afraidI just dont want that THING to touch She desperately tried to deny it. Unfortunately for her, her ever softening voice was a dead giveaway.
However, I could roughly tell from her expression that this joke had almost run its course by now. Thus, I cut off my mana supply, causing the Vengeful Flas to disperse into nothingness in a puff of black and red
Phew, that scared .
Who knew she was actually that scared of Nether Flas
Still unaware that she just let the cat out of the bag, Nola imdiately glossed over the whole incident while giving a quick look: Next ti, dont ss around with a toy like that, I ended up being dragged into this charade too.
Toy? I twisted my wrist a little in a summoning motion. So you really arent afraid then?
Why would I? She proudly raised her chin. Theres just no way.
How about I call it out again then?
Letslets not Staring at her stiff smile, I didnt know whether to be exasperated or to laugh at her obstinance.
However, that was enough horsing around for now. With that little episode behind us, I turned my eyes to Mo Na.
Sweetie, Papas mana is a little special so this spell belongs only to Papa. How about we change the na as well? Just to differentiate them.
Since she was the creator of this spell, I felt I had to at least consult her opinion on such matters, even though I knew that she would definitely support .
Okay~ What does Mama want to call it then? As expected, she agreed while clapping her hands in glee: Since its based on the Vengeful Soul, with flas added in, how about we call it Vengeful Flas?
Vengeful Flas
I wonder if its alright to blatantly steal the na
Hmm, is the na bad? She tapped her lips while tilting her head to the side. Mo Na thinks its pretty good.
Ahem, its decent, but maybe we shouldnt use this na The last thing I wanted to deal with was a copy strike, even though there were no heavy-handed corporations in this world
Then what na does Mama want?
Na huh I gave it so thought before finally coming up with sothing more basic: How about Nether Fla Soul.
Nether Fla Soul? Mo Na repeated the na to herself several tis before suddenly rolling her eyes at . Then, with all the seriousness in the world, she said: Mama, thats such a middle school na!
As the two of us continued with our banter, ti marched onwards tirelessly. Second by second, minute by minute, ti pressed regardless of our will. By now, roughly eight hours had passed since our last battle. Nola had finished resting, the initial features of the safety zone was done, and we had successfully set up a communication pipeline between the salamanders and us. Simply put, there really wasnt any reason for Nola to stay behind anymore, at least that was she reckoned.
No matter how much we wished for her to stay, she was adamant about leaving. Given that she wasnt going to change her mind no matter what, I decided it would be better if we just let her go then.
Im off then. With half her body subrged in the lava lake, Nola turned around to look at before declaring as such with a deadpan face: This ti, Im leaving for real.
Just go then, you dont have to repeat yourself. I purposely put on a relaxed face as I waved at her to leave: I get it, I get it, I wont stop you.
take care then. Nola nodded her head before sinking into the lake, her body stirring up a huge wave in the process as if she was a giant ship taking a nosedive. Soon, her body disappeared entirely into the lake without a trace.
So she decided to leave in the end
However, now wasnt the ti for to mope about because of her departure, I still had important matters to attend to. According to No.3, that teleportation zone would periodically spawn new Devils. Those were my current targets. By enslaving these newcors, our faction would balloon in strength.
Clearly, that was a good thing. At the very least, I had never heard of anyone being resentful that their power grew stronger, especially given how much I wanted to beco stronger.
In order to enslave them, I would have to prepare a food source for them, and that was the safety zone I was building right now. Even though the worms that had split up werent able to sustain us with their soul fragnts, their at should suffice in feeding this army.
After all, souls were kind of like diamonds for the lower starred Devils a luxury.
No.3, Ill leave this place in your care for now. Ill give these four Abyssal Golems to you to guard the entry. Ill head back to the capital with No.6 first. As for the safety zone, just follow the current setup and expand it as needed to connect the two points, got it? With Nola gone, my mind was now in full gear working out a plan for the future. Also, Ill leave those Devils who surrendered here for now. Werent there three Fla Childes who surrendered to us? Have those three manage the newcors, as long as nothing happens, its fine.
Having taken in all my instructions, No.3 had a look of despair on his face as if the entire world was about to co crashing down upon him. Master, youre heading back? Without ?
Our mission here is too important, youre the only person I can trustwe just dont have enough manpower I sighed, interrupting No.3s incoming pleas. I then turned around to face the sniggering No.6. Lets go then, first we have to find Sinmosa and Sasani, I still want to check if there are any new Devils that teleported in while we were busy
Understood, Master. No.6 wringed his hands together like a perfectly trained lackey before throwing a glance at No.3. The taunting look he had in eyes, coupled with his conspicuously raised eyebrows, infuriated the helpless No.3
In terms of intelligence, No.6 was truly leaps and bounds ahead of No.3, even the timing he chose to taunt the latter was perfect. He knew that even if No.3 wanted to lash at him, he couldnt do so right now. In fact, No.3 tried to do so several tis already but held back in lieu of being so nearby.
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