Chapter 289

If you agree, I will send you gifts, and I will bring her back to see you during holidays.

But if you disagree, I can take her away right now, but I can't say how the April Archon Fisher King... Just reply to this message with "agree or disagree".

After a brief pause, a howling wind and thunderous roar echoed from the depths of the Rocky Mountains.

Hebe could tell that the Rocky Mountains were still not in a very good mood.

However, it did not want to see Miss A-Long sad, nor did it want to offend Hebe was under scrutiny by the April Archon, so it had no reason to refuse.

Hebe breathed a slight sigh of relief, "Alright, since that's the case..."

She reached into her sleeve and took out a two-finger-wide piece of orchard metal, then used her finger as a pen to write a string of incantations on it in Sacred Script.

Kama watched from behind, completely stunned.

She could easily recognize that the incantation Hebe was writing was the sacrificial script from the Egyptian lands.

However, its mantra format is that of the Dharani in the Vedic Scriptures —that is, a cyclical hymn of praise.

The object of his praise was naturally the Rocky Mountains right in front of him.

However, the purpose of this ceremony was derived from the "conferment of official status" within the Cathay cultural sphere.

—In the folk legends of Cathay, a weasel that has become a spirit will stop pedestrians walking at night and ask them: Do I look like a human?

If a passerby answers that it "looks like a human," then the weasel spirit will be able to achieve enlightenment.

However, doing so will not be without cost; without sufficient rank, it will only cost one's life.

If a single weasel can take a person's life, what enormous price must be paid for the entire mountain range that runs across the Americas?

But Hebe calmly tossed the copper piece into the clouds deep in the mountains.

She can do this not only because of her high enough status, but also because it is the trend of the times.

The April Archon Fisher King, has recovered and will inevitably have an impact that covers the whole world.

As part of nature as a whole, the existence of the Fisher King will gradually give rise to a vague sense of self-awareness in the mountains, rivers, lakes, forests, and deserts.

Of course, calling it "self-awareness" is a stretch. Most people will never be able to communicate with nature in their lifetime because their way of thinking is vastly different from that of humans. Even if they could communicate, the frequency of such communication would be enough to drive someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy.

To put it simply, Hebe is now using a variety of abilities to forcibly gather the pan-consciousness of the Rocky Mountains and communicate with it.

Even under these circumstances, the Rocky Mountains' response time was frustratingly slow.

The frequency of so-called "consciousness" that arises spontaneously in mountains, rivers, lakes, forests, and deserts is thousands of times slower than that in the Rocky Mountains.

It is conceivable that for a long time, Hebe would be the only one who could communicate with nature on an equal footing.

Thinking of this, Hebe couldn't help but smile slightly.

She was also grateful that, across multiple historical periods and thousands of years, her emotions, desires, and impulses remained vivid and passionate.

The girl opened her arms, about to call out to A-Long, when she felt as if her tail had been bitten.

"Ouch."

Hebe turned around and suddenly flicked her tail.

Miss A-Long, who was biting her tail, was fished out of the ground by Hebe.

"Ah, Fox!"

Hebe calmly pinched Miss A-Long's cheek and pulled out her tail.

She wiped her tail, which was covered in dragon saliva, on the tree, then squinted at Kama and nodded. "Delete the photos for me later, okay?"

After doing all that, A-Long rushed over like a puppy and snuggled into Hebe's arms. "Fox, you've become so small."

"It's not that I've become smaller, it's just that this is how I've always been..."

Hebe was knocked to the ground by her. "Kamadiya, this is Miss A-Long, from the Higashi, and the last dragon in the world."

"This is a dragon..."

Kama examined it closely. "It looks just like a little pet."

She didn't say the second half of her sentence.

"Miss A-Long, this is Kamadiya. She comes from Bharata and is Mahadeva... perhaps the only Mahadeva in the world."

"Heavenly Demon, sniff."

Miss A-Long looked up at the red eyes that resembled her own, and curiously sniffed Kama. "It smells like water lilies, so fragrant."

That's a proper greeting.

Hebe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the real event would be seeing Morgan when she got back.

But Royal Sister is an old friend, she shouldn't be the kind of unreasonable person... right?

If I just sacrifice a little bit of my charm at night, I'm sure I can easily get that Fallen Empress under my thumb!

"We will win."

She thought.

Hebe raised her hand and flicked the slightly crooked golden crown on her head. "Let's go."

A moment later, the birds took flight in fright.

From the depths of the Rocky Mountains, the dragon carrying the shattered Heavenly Capital once again flaps its wings with all its might.

"Miss A-Long, there's no need to carry this thing away!"

Hebe sighed.

"This is very important to Fox, so we can't lose it!"

Miss A-Long flew towards Blanckug, creating a deafening roar.

Kama looked at the smile on Hebe's face and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Such a colossal creature taking off from the depths of the Rocky Mountains could not possibly remain silent, even with Hebe's illusions concealing it.

In fact, the moment Miss A-Long, carrying the city of Kyoto, ascended into the sky, the relevant departments of the United States Federation had already received the information.

Nearly a hundred fighter jets took off from various bases, but their purpose was not to intercept or attack.

They flew peacefully several kilometers away, clearing a path for Miss A-Long that would not be disturbed.

Over international waters, the fighter jets turned back.

This mild and calm behavior is not typical of the United States Federation's usual style.

Just as Hebe was beginning to have doubts, dozens of fighter jets suddenly appeared in the direction of Albion.

They naturally took over the "escort duties" from the United States fighters, escorting Miss A-Long toward Blanckug.

"World Honored One, your face is so pale."

Kama said.

"Ha ha."

A dry laugh was squeezed out of Hebe's throat.

—So Arthur knew too.