1404: "Help Us To Manipulate Celestials"

"Help Us To Manipulate Celestials"

Joan was not an idiot and knew these elders wouldn't come here just to tease Ainsley. 

They might have something urgent to do! 

But the blood clan would always be a blood clan. 

The three elders did come here with an important notice, but it didn't stop them from surrounding Ainsley and pinching her cheeks. 

Squeeze. Squeeze. 

"Oh, yes, yes. We come here to ask for your aid. Go to the battlefield with His Highness Prince Wilhelm. We need your help to deal with as many celestials as possible!" 

Squeeze. Squeeze. 

The elders take turns explaining the situation to Joan, but they also sneakily squeeze Ainsley's cheeks, rub her head or give her some little snacks. 

When Joan finally looked down to see Ainsley, who was not far from her place, she was instantly speechless. 

How did Ainsley get buried in a pile of snacks, desserts and candies?! Just how many snacks do these elders carry around with them? 

Please, maintain your image as the bloodthirsty and cruel blood clan elders! 

How come you guys act even worse than other doting grandparents? 

Ainsley herself was stunned silly by how fast the elders stuffed her with snacks and even secretly competed to give her the most snacks. 

That's how, in just five minutes while the elders 'seriously' talked to Joan, Ainsley was almost buried alive in the pile of snacks. 

God! Help! 

Joan hurriedly rescued Ainsley from the snack hill and immediately stored the snacks into her own spatial storage. 

"Snacks confiscated! Ain can't eat too many snacks, or she will have digestion problems and might have cavities too!" 

The elders who previously put on professional masks instantly collapsed and looked at Ainsley with pitiful gazes as if they were big dogs abandoned by their master. 

Then, they turned to look at Joan as if Joan was a hateful witch who kidnapped their master. 

The contrast was so great that both Ainsley and Joan almost laughed out loud at these oldies' strange behaviors. 

"Okay, okay, don't pretend to be wronged! I'll go to the battlefield with you guys now. Quick. Just leave one or two more elders to protect Ain." 

Joan looked at the three elders and smiled menacingly. 

"The others go back with me." 

Once Joan's words fell, the three elders immediately looked at each other with great disgust. 

Joan said that only two elders at max could accompany Ainsley to protect her plus protecting Lyod and Caroline. 

This means one of them has to go back to the battlefield with Joan to deal with those stinky and tough birds! 

No one wanted to go, so in front of Joan and Ainsley's speechless gazes, the three elders who could be called ancient relics, started to play rock-paper-scissors to determine the 'loser'. 

Both Joan and Ainsley were stupefied. Even Ainsley felt that her impression of the blood clan had collapsed thoroughly. 

The blood clan members looked cold, arrogant, bloodthirsty, and so cool suddenly looked like a bunch of primary school students in her eyes! 

Ainsley felt a deja vu about this group of people. How come they were similar to the Billios Family? 

Oh. Bloodline really won't lie. 

Maybe the 'disease' really ran through the whole race, even to the distant Billios Family! 

In the end, the elders finally found the loser to return with Joan, and that's how the matter was settled. 

Joan and Wilhelm immediately departed to the dark sky with the losing elder, while Ainsley stayed in the base camp to guard Jake. 

It wasn't as if she didn't want to join the battlefield, but the fight against Zenith had seriously exhausted her and now that Jake was still in a coma...

Ainsley couldn't rest assured to leave him again. 

Thus, only Joan went to the battlefield. 

When Joan, the elder and Wilhelm arrived at the battlefield, the elder hurriedly told Joan a little more detail about the current situation. 

"So, it's like this. The celestials have all been upgraded and turned into war machines. For now, they can't be considered as living beings anymore because they're more like machines." 

This is why they needed Wilhelm's power so much. 

"Your highness, Joan, can you guys help us manipulate some of the celestials on a large scale? Just 1/4 of the whole celestials are also okay." 

"Manipulate the celestials so that they will turn against each other while we can reap the benefits!" 

Puppet masters were rare and might be even rarer than soul healers. 

There were four or five soul healers throughout the people who entered the battlefield, but Zenith was the only puppet master. 

One could see how rare this ability was. 

Hearing the elder's words, Wilhelm frowned and quietly looked at his master next to him. 

[Let's say, Joan. You can deal with this alone, right? No need for this young master to possess you, right?] 

After all, no matter how proficient the shamans were without their spirits possessing them, they would always be weaker than when the spirits personally had the shamans. 

After all, these spirits had lived long enough to tinker with their abilities, while the shamans only knew the surface layer. 

This is why, although many high-level shamans rarely let their spirits possess them to avoid many diseases related to this...

In dangerous or critical moments, they would always ask their spirits to possess them. 

The only drawback was that when the spirit possessed the shaman, the shaman could only use certain spirits' abilities. 

For those with more than one spirit, they could use various abilities from all their spirits if none of their spirits possess them to use the abilities. 

Once one of their spirits possesses them, the shaman could only become a shell for the spirit and the spirit would also only be able to use their own abilities! 

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