House Witch

  Chapter 29 29. Let's fight

  In the preparation room of the arena.

  Dorothy sat on the soft seat, she took off the little milk cat that had been sleeping on her shoulder, and stretched out her fingers to wake her up.

   "Come on, Buster, this is our first battle."

   "Meow~ow~"

  The little milk cat who had just been awakened by the owner was still a little confused about what happened, but when she heard what the owner said, her eyes widened immediately, and she let out a roar that she thought was very imposing.

   "Awesome, worthy of my staff, Buster is so reliable."

  Dorothy was also amused by the little guy, but in order to prevent the little guy from being sad, she covered her mouth, calmed down her smile, and then praised the little milk cat like a child.

  Received the master's praise, the little guy immediately became elated. She lowered her head and rubbed her head against the master's palm. At the same time, an immature but pure and firm voice sounded in Dorothy's heart.

   "I bless you, my lord, may victory always be with you."

  Accompanied by this inner voice, Dorothy's nervousness about the first battle in reality suddenly relaxed, and a sense of confidence surged from her heart, as if the real victory was always with her.

   It's just that her overly powerful inspiration quickly penetrated the source of this power, and also saw through the essence of this blessing.

   "It is a psychological blessing similar to hypnosis. It has the effect of uplifting the spirit, increasing self-confidence, and surging fighting spirit, but it is still a bit crude and immature."

  Although she made such an evaluation in her heart, it didn't prevent Dorothy from looking at the little milk cat in her hand in surprise.

   This little guy really has something, has he started to awaken his talent not long after he was born? And it's a bit interesting that it's similar to the power of war mobilization, and it really has something to do with the real name I gave her.

  The cat **** Buster, the goddess in ancient Egyptian mythology in her previous life, the patron saint of the family, the daughter of the sun, is a gentle and loving goddess.

   But it also has a fierce and brutal side. It and another Egyptian goddess, the lioness Sekhmet, are sometimes regarded as one with two sides, symbolizing the balance of nature and power.

   Legend has it that when the cat **** Buster is angered, he will manifest the brutal side of Sekhmet, the lioness Sekhmet, the goddess of war, the **** of destruction, and the **** of revenge.

Well, the blessing that Buster gave her just now seems to have the meaning of the divine power of the Goddess of War, but this immature power is still far from the power of God, but the little guy is still growing, and the future can be expected , the future can be expected.

   Anyway, the big investment I made before was not a loss. This little guy's talent far exceeded expectations.

   "Thank you for your blessing, Buster, then follow me to the battlefield."

Dorothy, who was in a good mood, had already forgotten the nervousness before the battle, and she didn't try to remove the effect of the little milk cat's immature "Declaration of War", so she sent an invitation to her partner with high fighting spirit .

   "Meow~ow~"

  The little milk cat cheered, and then revealed its main body in a burst of light.

It was a super-long staff with a full height of about 2.5 meters. The body of the staff was bright, as if it was made of gold. At the top of it was a cross shape. On the sky, dazzling golden magic flames linger around the corona, really like a little sun.

  The center of the corona is inlaid with a long and narrow gemstone, which looks like a cat's pupil, which makes the entire apex of the corona look like the sun, but also like a huge cat's eyes.

This is the eye of Nera, the eye of the sun god. As the daughter of the sun god, Basta, the cat god, represented the eyes of the father **** before birth, so it is also called the **** of the east, the **** of the sunrise, and the holy all-seeing eye. (Refer to The Eye of Sauron from the Lord of the Rings)

  Dorothy stretched out her hand to hold this gorgeous and solemn staff, her hands were warm and comfortable, and a strange sense of intimacy came from her hands, as if she was stroking the soft meat ball in the palm of a kitten.

  Her magic power began to flow from her body into the staff in her hand, and the silky smoothness was incredible. She no longer used the old staff's cautiousness, and some only had the hearty feeling of being one with the staff.

The high-level staff Dorothy is not unused in the magic net. Those powerful staffs with various auxiliary abilities can double her strength, but there has never been a staff in the past that can be as good as the current Buster. It went so smoothly.

  Bastet seemed to be custom-made according to her shape, and there was no need to adjust it to move his heart at will. The wonderful tacit understanding of the unity of man and stick made Dorothy feel very novel.

  Well, with such a partner in hand, there is nothing to be afraid of.

  Holding the Maomao staff, the young witch stood up confidently and walked to the gate.

   In the minute before the gate opened, Dorothy closed her eyes and began to regulate her breathing.

   This is her habit, a technique for calming down that she summed up after experiencing repeated failures in the magic net duel.

  All the excitement or apprehension before the battle is cumbersome. In the face of the upcoming battle, the best state of mind is to be as calm as calm water.

   There is no need to think about the gap between the enemy and the enemy. No matter how much you think about it, you will not be able to change the facts. It will only make you anxious, so just be yourself and make sure that you make as few mistakes as possible.

   There is no need to think about whether you can win or not. The result after going all out will tell you the answer. At that time, whether to taste the joy of victory or drink the bitter wine of failure has its own unique flavor.

While closing her eyes and concentrating, Dorothy recalled the scene when she first walked into the magic net duel when she was ten years old. That scene is still vivid in her memory, but she was not as calm as she is now , her mind is full of various emotions, excitement, enthusiasm, anxiety, worrying about gains and losses, until the gate is opened, she is still thinking about whether I should start with fireball or ice archery later.

   Now, she has indeed grown up, from a rookie at the beginning to an old fried dough stick now.

  Victory is joyful but not enough to drive her crazy, failure is bitter but not enough to shake her.

  The experience of countless magic net duels in the past six years flew by before her eyes like a flying horse.

  The storm sweeping over everything, the thunderstorm as dense as rain, the unstoppable meteor, the extreme cold that freezes everything

  You can always meet all kinds of powerful and unimaginable opponents on the field.

   She has witnessed this.

  After doing all we can, failure is still inevitable. After turning a corner, we will fight back with blood and never give up. We will be evenly matched when we meet our opponents.

  There will always be these ups and downs and special developments on the field.

   She has experienced these.

   So what is there to be afraid of? This is just the most common duel, even though this body is indeed going to the battlefield for the first time, but my heart has already experienced hundreds of battles.

Even if the magic net duel is fake, and that illusory world is only 99% real, there are always people who say that a really powerful witch will not participate in the magic net duel, because there is no Meaningless, the one percent gap between illusion and reality may be enough to cost you your life on a real battlefield.

   But so what?

  Magic World is indeed fake, but the journey, hard work, and achievements of the past six years are true.

  The imaginary world has given me the soil to thrive, and now, I will also turn from imaginary to real, and rush to the real arena.

  Dorothy opened her eyes, and the gate in front of her was slowly opening. Outside the gate, all kinds of information were perceived by her at once, and turned into countless data to be accepted and processed by her brain.

Well, it is indeed different from the one in the magic net. The brain that can easily handle everything in the magic net is now running slowly like an overloaded computer. There seems to be only one percent of the gap between reality and illusion. There is a small gap, but there is actually a huge difference between the two caused by qualitative changes.

  Now this difficulty is the real battle. Compared with this, the magic net duel is indeed a bit of a small fight.

   But so what?

   This kind of challenge is interesting enough, besides, it is much easier than starting from scratch six years ago.

  Besides, if the brain is overloaded, then upgrade the configuration on the spot.

  Dorothy switched to a breathing rhythm, a technique she had mastered since birth but had never actively used in the past.

  【Dragon's Breath: Where is the source of the dragon's power? Hard dragon scales? Sharp dragon claws? Or the dragon language magic that destroys everything? No, it's Dragon's Breath. 】

  【The unique breath shapes the strength of the dragon. It brings a powerful body to the dragon, shapes the dragon heart with infinite magic power, and grows the indestructible dragon scales and indestructible minions.】

  【As long as you can breathe, you will continue to grow stronger. Breathing is the source of the dragon's power, and the dragon's breath is the power that the dragon destroys everything. 】

  On Dorothy's identity card, the originally shielded * in the talent column disappeared, revealing this last hidden talent, which was the power she inherited from her mother, Euphylia.

   "Let's fight, Sophilia."

  The still young baby dragon let out a childish dragon cry, and the new dragon wings spread out behind her, taking her soaring into the sky.

  (end of this chapter)