Changes outside the sea of ​​light naturally spread into the sea of ​​light, and the gray branches rooted in the material world also invade this world. The shadows falling from the sky form a series of veins, extending towards the holy trees far away in the sky.
The ash forest is the entrance to the sea of ​​light, and the branches of Teraka connect the two worlds here, so the diseased branches that grow from it are naturally also connected with this world.
Just like a bug thrust along the diseased branches towards the main trunk, the invasion of gray disasters also followed, and pale color blocks soon began to spread over the root net of the giant tree. In the shadows, countless silver-gray bugs grew, gnawing on the roots of the holy tree—
The holy tree Terraca also began to wither, and lesions were growing on the trunks.
Fang Zhu looked up at this scene and saw the end of the Holy White Tree - a world is collapsing faster and falling towards the abyss of darkness.
Miss Tata whispered: "Mr. Knight, the Dark Saints used the soul of the unicorn girl to deceive the self-defense of the Holy Tree, just like a virus circumventing the immune system, so this disaster spreads so quickly."
Fang Yu nodded, but this disaster was much more than that. The gray forest was already in danger under the attack of the insect king Karsak. Once the last mysterious net woven by the goddess of fate Elaine, the divine fire of the Apoptosis Lady will be exposed to everyone.
Fortunately, they were not fighting alone. A letter from the Silver Port was sent to the Grand Princess Melfina by Lilysel. The letter was issued by a human named Alwood, and was entrusted to the latter's close friend through the hands of a disaster investigation minister.
Karandil believed that Ailin Tiexin could understand what he meant, and the letter revealed a series of outrageous evil deeds from the Silver Wind Harbor to the Sanshak region of Linnorir.
And the clues in it have pointed directly to the essence of that plan.
Although the guild finally took the master craftsman away and put him under house arrest.
But they missed one person - before that, Ailin Tiexin had left his own design, and from the moment Heersh did not leave Lilysel, the balance of fate had actually changed.
The Nightingale King was silently watching the news coming from the system, and then raised his head expressionlessly - the Nean Lott disaster tree with its teeth and claws was towering in the sky.
The gray shadow was sweeping over the bottom of the clouds, and the dragon spewed out corrosive fire and pounced on everyone.
Far away in the elf court, the poet could not participate in the battle, but she was jumping up from her seat excitedly and slapped the high princess next to her.
Melfina looked at the lively human girl with some surprise.
In the past, the other party left only one sentence-
"How did you come in?"
"Herxi, do you care?"
"Why are you level 30?"
When the Nightingale King snatched his dragon soul crystal from the girl, he heard only a slight word in his ear:
"Brother, I've seen the people from the Council."
The communication between smart people does not require too many cumbersome words, so fate is frozen here and the direction of runoff will no longer change.
When the girl was chirping and excitedly described to the elf princess how smart she was at that time, the boy next to her had already packed up his equipment, then gently picked up the death of the whole day, got up and walked out.
When he pushed open the door, the poet lady shouted in surprise: "Luo Yu, where are you going?"
"Ed needs my help," the young man held Tonamiki's holy staff, and the sun's light fell on his robe, as light as a wing. "No one knows more about what is happening here than the successor of Cinthas. Sochitel is the lord of the staff of the dark throne, and the power of destruction was from the Soul-Eclipse King Amatus, who was my enemy."
After saying that, he pushed the door open and closed the door, leaving only the dust rising and falling between the light gaps.
Tianlan watched this scene unexpectedly.
The branch of infinite destiny finally grew one, and the timeline overlapped one at this moment, finally pulling both sides back to the same starting line.
"Ed, it's now!" Miya spoke in the sea of ​​light.
At that moment, Fang Zhu looked in one direction, and Ailin Tiexin's notes told them that there was an irreversible process in the ritual sacrifice that sacrificed the soul of the unicorn girl-
It should have come from some ancient magic of Kaorin-Ishurien, which made Fang Zhu immediately think of the genius magician from the Ellinglan family.
In the ritual led by the other party, the emphasis on control is beyond doubt, because if it cannot be controlled, it is no different to use the soul of the unicorn girl to realize the plan.
But this control does not come from the ritual itself, but from a holy object - the Heart of the Holy White Tree.
Using the Oak Heart to the mutual affinity of both parties as a bond of connection, as long as you master the tree heart, it is equivalent to mastering the cage of the unicorn girl.
But that is under normal circumstances - the soul of a unicorn girl naturally cannot compete with the cage, but what if the cage is cut off by artificial means?
Generally speaking, this is impossible.
But Fang Yu finally thought of a way through repeated retracing, which was to use the contradiction between the minions of the Dark Saints and the Linnorir Council.
He tried several methods, but finally chose the one that was open and honest, because all the plans in this world were ultimately inferior to the open and open plot.
If people are anxious to act, they will make mistakes in their busy schedules. The urgent time will not give them the opportunity to balance interests and compromise, so this moment will naturally come.
Fang Zhu has already walked out of the ever-changing timeline.
As early as in the Holy Forest, the Hailin Crown had lost all its power, and at this moment, it was just waiting quietly for the rise of the next Holy White Moon.
But he was just at the end of his destiny, waiting for the moment when everything was fulfilled, because at the moment when the sea of ​​light caused ripples - Fang Yu understood that he had chosen the right choice.
The power that surged from the sea of ​​light was becoming chaotic. The net of gray branches that covered the sky and the sun did not stagnate, but became more and more violent...
But Fang Yu felt a glimmer of opportunity from the violent fury:
‘It is the free soul’s desire to break free from all, its innate kindness, its questioning and complaints about the suffering that the world responds to.’
Fang Yu seemed to have seen the face that had appeared in her dream again. Her name was Linseya Xingguang, the daughter of the merchant; their name was Yiluwen, Falifron...
They were girls who grew up in orphanages and descendants. They had different life experiences and similar experiences. They had felt kindness, so they vowed to become nuns of the Holy Tree.
They also respond and repay the world with the same purity.
"Sisters, we need you."
"A grey disaster is spreading in this world. Protecting the Holy Tree is protecting everyone on this land."
"We are nuns of the Holy Tree and should take one step ahead."
The woman stood in front of them, with a clever tongue, seducing them into the abyss with words like snakes and scorpions.
The darkness in the human heart flows unscrupulously, and the sacrifice chosen by the girl was finally a lie until the sharp blade of the sacrifice penetrated into the heart.
The pure and kind heart did not wait for the response that should come. In the end, there was only cold mockery, so the soul that fell into the darkness was finally left with only the rage of revenge on the culprit.
Fang Zhu quietly felt the spreading sorrow. Lian Quya Alsana, who was guarding the gate of the ancient tree, also empathized with it, like the girl standing in front of them and questioning them:
"Mr. Ed / Your Highness, what have we done wrong?"
"Your Highness, we have responded to your call."
"But has the world inevitably gone to the end?"
"Is this our fault, or your fault? ...Your Highness, you have not promised us, and things will become like this."
The Elf Princess's face was pale, and her sharp words seemed to hit the softest part in her heart. Is she qualified to take on this responsibility?
Does her idealism eventually push those who trust themselves into the abyss?
Holding the Elf Sword in her hand, the burden of maintaining the door and the questioning from the soul turned into heavy pressure and put it on her, making her tremble.
But someone reached out to hold her.
The great saint of Hemwall was watching the childish elf girl, the daughter of her old friend, but that tenacity and faith had quietly spread and grew in her eyes until they took root. I believe that she could become the legendary saint in just a while.
"Don't blame yourself, Your Highness."
The great saint said softly:
"Each of us is struggling in adversity, because the path to redemption is never easy to walk, they just chose to believe in all this-"
"Then the living people need an answer to the deceased. We will eventually cross that end, but we still need to move forward before we arrive."
Arthana looked at her with some surprise, "...I... feel you are a little familiar, ma'am."
"It's just that when you were very young, I saw you," the great saint smiled slightly, "But at that time I never thought you would grow up like this. The long time has shaped the experiences of each of us, and your teacher will definitely be proud of you on this day."
Arthana gritted her teeth, calmed down, and nodded slightly.
And in the sea of ​​light, Fang Zhu was watching the master emerging from the swarm of insects—
Those monsters that have seen in the illusion, holding golden blades are appearing in a huge insect-shaped creature, just like countless star dust peeling from the void, and giant insects that grow are poking out of the void.
Three bone sickle wings first opened the crack in the space, and on the head protruded out of it, twelve compound eyes embedded like prisms under the broken star crown.
Every time the eyes turned, they reflected billions of collapsed tributaries of fate. In the mouthpiece that had been split into three petals, the translucent tentacles were shattering the last ray of starlight.
On the corrupt torso, obsidian insect armor and pale worm feet grew in tangled and surrounded the body of a woman, which was once the goddess of fate, but now only a corrupt living altar is left.
Among the amber resin that oozed out from the intercostals, countless souls were screaming through the crystal wall. The most terrifying thing was the boiling insect storm below its waist:
The silver storm was sweeping everything in the space, flew towards the branches of the holy tree Teraka upwards.
The ugly appearance almost instantly made Fang Zhu confirm that this was the evil deed created by Amatus, the minion that was killed by it - Karsak, the king of all insects.
The other party raised his head and made a hollow and sharp cry above the sea of ​​light. It looked in this direction, and twelve pairs of compound eyes fell on Fang Zhu and his group.
Fang Rong felt a hand beside him holding him tightly. It was the Miss Shipman. In the starry world, they did not have any substance, but their spiritual connection was closer.
He could feel Silweid's nervousness, and any mortal would be nervous when facing this scene, and he was no exception, but he also understood that this was their only chance.
The soul of the unicorn girl gains a brief freedom.
But the dark minions must have woven another plan, they will take over everything themselves after the Linnorir Council lost control of the situation.
Then use the ash branches to break through the mystery net woven by the goddess of fate to guide this evil spirit to find the last divine fire.
In fact, he had seen the sneer on the face of Karthas, the king of all insects. It was strange that the expression of a human being could be seen on the broken face like a void.
It's both weird and chilling.
A green star rose above the sea of ​​light at some point.
And the starlight came from a holy object, the spire of the watch, Forin was looking down at the half-fixed and half-true diamond in his hand, while the person in his ear was constantly urging:
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Forin, the time is up, and the holy relics can be activated."
"This is our only chance, otherwise the gray branches will spread and eventually control the Holy White Giant Tree."
"But didn't the guild say that it could control Ninimel?" Forin looked up at the other party and asked softly.
"They are not trustworthy," his mentor's voice was a little impatient. "Whiteshu learned to believe in himself, and we brought this holy object back from the empire for this purpose."
"But this is not a real holy object after all."
Forin shook his head.
"That's enough," said the other party, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Forin glanced at the other party. His mentor was just an indigenous, a craftsman with a high reputation in the White Tree Society. He just felt a little regretful, why did the other party go astray?
Outsiders could not see the silver mist intertwined in front of him. The text that the system cast in the retina was like a tiny spot of light, and there was a conversation above:
"Are you saying true, Chiorakon?"
"The real thing, Forin, this is the message from Haierxi to me. The Star Gate Call has also been issued. We need you to make a decision."
"What's going on in the sea of ​​light now?"
"I don't know much about a Korlin man who entered it, but Heersh is willing to believe him."
"I know him," Forin picked up the gem and walked forward, "Well, I choose to believe him once."
The other party seemed a little confused and sent a question mark: "…?"
But Forin looked forward silently, as if he had recalled many things, but he shook his head gently:
"I've seen him in the Tower of Silver."
And believe that the other party can still create miracles.
He walked to the gray branch and raised the gem high, but hesitated for a moment, and did not immediately activate the holy object, but turned around and looked behind him.
There his eyes met his mentor, and he read from the other's eyes amazement, fear and then anger:
"Forin, what are you doing--!"
And the gem gradually became blurred in his hands.
"Ms. Aimeya, we do not deserve its help, so now I will return it to you."
Forin opened his mouth.
The bright starlight is becoming shattered.
Karsak, the king of all insects, was unexpectedly watching the rising stars from the sea of ​​light suddenly lose their color. The starlight seemed to turn into a meteor until it disappeared.
But the meteor's comet tail did not fall under the sea of ​​light, but turned around and came toward the direction of the square pluck, and finally entered the chest.
Fang Yu was slightly stunned, but suddenly he showed a gaze. He looked forward and saw only a gaze nodding to him.
That was the lady of the forest, Aimeya's approval.
"Ed," a strange ID in the system sent a message, "I'll leave it to you."
The name of that ID is loop, it is the fire of bright flame. He remembers its owner, the craftsman who was a bit impressed by the impression of the white tree, Forin.
It turned out to be him.
Everything is clear. Although Fang Zhu doesn't really need this opportunity, the constraints of the White Tree Heart on the Unicorn Girl come from its power from the Holy Tree Teraka itself.
But compared with the seeds of the holy tree, he has a more original and purer power in his hands. It is the seal ring given to him by the elf King Kuiwenlar, the crown of the light, and the authority of nature—
Fang Zhu stretched his hand to his chest and took out something from there. The gem representing natural power shone brightly in his hands, emitting endless light.
That is the eternal emblem.
The moment the king of insects, Karsak, fell into rage when he saw the eternal emblem, but Fang Zhu saw fear in the twelve pairs of compound eyes.
The greed, selfishness and hysteria of the Dark Saints is undoubtedly Zhaolu at this moment.
As their creature, this evil insect king inherited the same characteristics. It was spreading its limbs and feet, making a long roar, and pounced in this direction like a giant dragon.
But before that, black shadows grew out from the swarm, wrapping around the insect king like tentacles.
Ten thousand years ago, when the public returned to death, and when the holy saints of the sun entered dusk, they betrayed all their believers and pushed the Cinsas dynasty at its peak into the abyss.
The heirs of the seven dynasties cursed the saints who created their own saints under the abyss, and cursed their own creators with their own blood, their own lives, and everything in the Snakeman Dynasty.
Tonamiki's Staff stared at the last dusk of the days.
It would be destined to be a witness to the end of the dynasty, and then the creation turned into destruction, and its last master handed over this ancient staff to the successor thousands of years later.
And tell him:
"You will take revenge against our ancient enemies."
"And your enemy is the master of the souls, the one who has harvested our souls and hatred, the Lord of Soul-Devouring, Amatus."
Sochitel's soul was standing in front of Luo Yu at this moment, watching the young man silently inserting his staff into the ground, and countless black shadows sank into the torso of the Holy White Tree.
Luo Yu recited ancient prophecies in his mouth, and the golden bloodline texture appeared on the boy's face and neck, like a destructive pattern, swallowing the boy's vitality.
Within a range of several meters in another circle, all plants and trees were ashes, and even the surface of the holy tree was gray and white, and it was crystallized. The death of the days standing on the ground, Tonamiki's Holy Staff—
It's like the new ash branch.
Luo Yu closed his eyes and stared at the king of all insects in the darkness. Countless shadows were spreading out from under his staff, binding the other party's ugly body.
"Who are you..." The twelve pairs of compound eyes of the bug were staring in this direction.
"Your ancient enemy," Luo Yu said, his cold voice seemed not to come from his throat, "I am an envoy from the throne, and I ask you for the price of hatred on their behalf."
"Seven Thrones..." The insect let out a sharp scream, "Sochitel, no...you are still alive..."
In the sea of ​​light, Fang Zhu just silently looked at the shadows that surrounded the insect king.
Of course he knew where those shadows came from.
But Fang Yu just turned around and looked at the confused souls in the air, those angry flames of revenge and had nowhere to exert resentment - looking at Selinya standing in front of him.
Looking at the "girl" in every disaster branch.
He said softly:
"There is still room for redeem everything, Miss Selinya."
"I can't save you, but I can still promise you that the holy tree can be saved, and no sinful person can escape punishment."
"at last……"
Fang Yu paused for a moment and looked at each look that looked at him. He held the gem in his hand, as if it showed the authority of nature:
"I declare that you are free."
"Go, and take revenge on all who commit sin against you. The holy tree can no longer restrain you, and you are still in the unrestrained fields and forests."
Chapter completed!