Chapter 1200: Chapter 991: You’re Too Ugly, I’m Not Interested

A tall male figure with only an upper body burst out from the Pearl Fan of Manks. He was a wide-shouldered, long-bearded human man with only one intact eye, his other eye covered by a patch, dressed in half armor, and wearing a pair of black leather gloves.

And the lower body connected to a pearl on the fan was still a blue-white storm vortex with blood-red stripes like bolts of explosive lightning.

“Talos!” Xinbu exclaimed in surprise, “You…”

She never expected that Talos would rather sacrifice his Divine Power network to strike at her in Deepwater City.

Although Xinbu was irritable, unreasonable, and almost could be considered insane, many people would still label her as insidious and cunning. At this moment, she understood that Talos’s target was her.

From the very beginning, it was her… The personalities of the Northern Seven Sisters were so distinct that she would definitely come when excluded.

And away from her, Agralunde… that country had long been turned into a large whole Array in her thousand-year design, allowing her to enjoy benefits comparable to a High-level Magic Tower wherever she appeared.

Especially the numerous Elemental Energy Pools, which enabled Xinbu to directly confront deities, let alone just avatars.

In Toril, now restricted, to target Xinbu would require waiting until she left her country, but Xinbu was no fool; there was no Elminster in Shadow Valley, and without significant matters, she wouldn’t leave.

Xinbu truly didn’t expect Talos to create this Manks to divert and lure her out of Agralunde!

But the Storm Queen was fearless, displaying a wild smile on her face… As long as there’s a battle, she would never back down. She wanted to see what methods the Storm God trying to hunt her down could come up with!

Although the storm and lightning spells she excelled in were basically unusable at this time, she merely preferred using these two extremely damaging spells, not that she was limited to them.

With a flick of her finger, Xinbu folded multiple fields around her. Though she was originally a Magician, she had long since taken up the Mage Profession on the side, and a Legendary one at that!

Talos’s lightning and storm did not scare her much… and besides, it wasn’t his true form coming.

Accompanied by hail and hurricane, Talos charged without hesitation, wielding a Lightning Spear toward that Mistrala Elector; first, capture this woman!

The circular hall was instantly invaded by a violent blizzard, and most people’s vision was blocked.

The onlooking people of Deepwater City truly ran for their lives this time.

Yet, some strong individuals remained amidst the flash of lightning and roar of thunder; Edna couldn’t help but observe… there were so many transcendent beings in Deepwater City!

Tsk tsk, even a seamstress was transcendent… Hmm? Wait, Edna suddenly recalled a Northern Giant Dragon joke often mentioned by Elvia… Wasn’t that the Bronze Dragon that liked being a seamstress?

“Edna, lend a hand,” Gendilarei interrupted her thoughts with a smile.

“What is it?” Edna turned her head to look at him.

“Place a Defensive Shield at several exit points, I’m worried these people won’t retreat fast enough,” Gendilarei tried to speak as quickly as possible.

Once Kelben opened the skylight and flew out, the Multiple Isolation Matrix of the hall was dissolved, but many people were blindly running out, carrying only simple defensive strange objects… they were usually used to guard against assassination daggers, yet wouldn’t serve against being swept by the storm.

And some people thought themselves capable and remained to watch… truly capable individuals would have flown into the air under the cover of a Defensive Shield to observe!

Especially around here, the defensive layers set up by Gendilarei would require him to exert all his efforts to break through.

Moreover, he could sense that Edna wasn’t exerting much effort at all.

While this lady’s jewelry set, comparable to the Ein Stone, allowed her to rapidly recover Mana, and even store more than one High-level Spell, there still remained the issue of Magic Slots!

To be so adept at using spells with just the Eighth Ring at merely 16 years of age!

Even if the bloodlines of Azuth and Black Eye were strong enough to allow Edna to quickly ascend, being able to use and knowing how to use were two separate matters.

Gendilarei could now fully understand why the Mithril Elf leader from Hidden Town would genuinely regard a human mage as a successor.

He was well aware of elves as beings—if they felt no one was worthy of what they didn’t want, they’d rather discard it as trash, ensuring no one obtained it.

Edna tilted her head; the sofa she sat on swiftly circled the hall, and her right hand with two Starry Rings gently shook, setting up a force field circle sufficient to withstand a sandstorm.

If anyone remained when this field was breached, she wouldn’t care anymore… people who seek death would be ignored by Tyr even if he came.

Edna sat back down calmly to her original position, noticing Manks with a fan, looking at her resentfully, somewhat puzzled, she couldn’t help but side head toward Miss Saint, throwing a friendly smile.

Then she suddenly remembered something: “Hey~ Miss Manks, by this time, isn’t it unnecessary to stick to that severed surname?

Speaking of which, many loyal followers of Mystra know her only as Midnight… well, I just happen to have some inherited knowledge.

Really don’t know where you dug up her past surname%.

Hmm… so, are you going back to Wei… Weiksha?”

“That’s Victoria!” Manks said through gritted teeth, “Besides, I have my reasons for having the surname Manks. Who told you that Midnight’s reincarnation is just one?

Who told you I couldn’t cooperate with other deities?

You, insignificant person, just stand aside and watch!

When I ascend the Divine Throne, your Azuth can just go straight to hell!”

Edna blinked… she was really almost befuddled… but she quickly confirmed that she was the only one, although some fragments might have flown to some unknown corners, it would definitely not create another her.

As for Azuth, why does it feel like this visitor from hell is quite interested in him?

“Sounds quite convincing, I can barely believe it~” She tilted her head to scrutinize Manks closely, and in those big, black eyes, she vaguely saw a hint of cunning, “Well… good luck. Miss Weiksha.”

“Victoria!” Manks roared in fury, “Also, I am the real Manks!”

She shouted particularly righteously, seemingly not caring if there were people around who had some kind of objects to determine the truth.

This kind of deterministic object is absolutely uncheatable… although the result might be completely different from what one wants to know, there will definitely be no mistake.

Edna thought for a bit, set up layers of Isolation Array around her, and then asked her teammates and Gendilarei, who were already laughing together: “Is there a Great Devil in hell whose name contains Manks or a similar root word?”

Luca laughed brightly: “Asmodier?”

‘Smack!’ His head once again suffered a heavy blow from Devis.

“Are you stupid?” Devis said exasperated, “Do you think his name is something you can just say? Huh? No matter how much Toril blocks it, what’s meant to be heard will still be heard!

Do you think being alive is a mistake, so you hope to die sooner?

Then next time we run into trouble, I won’t save you!

Also saves Soma from the trouble of getting hurt!”

Luca mimicked the Undead Tribe, silently drawing a line in front of his mouth.

Devis’s chest heaved violently for a while before collapsing onto the sofa: “Clearly, we’re here to watch a play, why do you always want to jump into trouble?”

Luca covered his mouth and silently shook his head, his gaze sincere… I really don’t want to either!

Gendilarei looked at Luca: “If this child grew up near the Tower of the Dawn, he would surely become a follower of our lord.

What a pity, clearly Quel Senta also has many Dawn Temples.”

Edna couldn’t help laughing: “Gendilarei, aren’t you going to act? I remember Talos and Lansendel are enemies.”

Gendilarei laughed: “The Storm Queen isn’t that easy to deal with. She’s been by Elminster’s side for centuries.

Guess, how many of those unique spells of Elminster’s does she know?”

Before he could finish speaking, hundreds of small light orbs emitting a silver-blue glow were already flying in an orderly fashion in the round hall… Xinbu, at some unknown point, had already set up her chain magic in the hall: Xinbu’s Magic Sequence, and directly converted two Eighth Ring Spells stored within it to Ninth Ring Ilminster Radiance Refinement.

Moreover, she even used her electee talent ability to double the spell of condensing orbs according to her own level.

Indeed, due to the instability of the Weave, using powerful Ninth Ring Spells rashly is quite easy to cause problems, but if you use Eighth Ring Spells to convert, the impact on the Weave isn’t as significant.

But this requires being so familiar with the finest details of magic like Xinbu in order to easily convert them like this, a lesser mage would definitely have to chant for a bit, even showing a very obvious posture of using magical materials.

For a deity like Talos who is battle-hardened, it’s easy to detect such traces, and then switch to more targeted spells… the number of Talos’s enemies, Edna thought could fill three rows on parchment… each had beaten him.

Including Lansendel, of course, including… Mystra.

The light orbs danced in the blizzard, weaving a silver-blue Network of Light, swiftly flying around Xinbu, and the Talos spinning a Lightning Spear around her, soon slowing down.

He chuckled: “Ah… truly a strong one named after the Storm! Become my subordinate! I will share with you my Storm Clergy!”

Xinbu coldly laughed: “But you’re too ugly, I’m not interested.”