Well, it seems that the baboon has transferred from Zhaji San to Tianya Mingyue Dao. We wish him well.
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"Stop...stop, he will die!"
The elf druid screamed, interrupting the conversation between the two. She hurriedly chanted a spell and sprinkled a large green brilliance on the old man's body. However, it could almost make the bones grow back.
The positive energy of the physical body seems to be unable to achieve any effect here.
The old man's body was still shrinking continuously. In just one breath, more than half of him had shriveled up. The old skin cracked and fell off, revealing the pink flesh underneath, which continued to shrink and close up.
Edward sighed.
This level 6 psychic energy consumed Edward's exquisitely crafted psychic stone. It is one of the most sinister means among psychic powers. Those shrunken wounds have been 'repaired' to their original state by excessive treatment, but they are still
is complete...want to use conventional means
It is impossible to perform emergency repairs. Only by finding a way to remove the power of psychic energy, and then resorting to complete restoration or even advanced divine spells such as prayer, can this kind of damage be repaired. Otherwise, under the influence of psychic energy,
It will not stop until its power fades...
But in order to produce an effect that could affect a giant dragon, Edward almost tried his best. If the power guided by the ultra-limited energy was used as energy, it might be possible to burn the entire dragon... And De
Rui's wild transformation is not a real dragon after all.
Of course, it is not impossible for Edward to release psychic powers, but what about getting that enemy rescued?
Edward would naturally not give the other party this opportunity.
The power of this druid who can transform into a giant dragon is too terrifying. However, it is not like an empire thousands of miles away like Archmage Tesla, but a close relationship. If the other party recovers from his injuries,
If you come to cause trouble in his territory again, you don't have to think about it, you know it will only give you a huge headache.
As for the unexplained words he is saying now... Edward doesn't think that it has an extremely important relationship with him. Even if it does, it should be considered after the enemy. At least, there is still half of it, but
It's the old guy's gibberish after his brain was squeezed. Or maybe it's just some way of luring himself into taking the bait.
However, after all, it is still somewhat concerning.
"Should I give up? What should I give up? Wang, what do you mean?" he asked softly.
The old man shook his head, and his expression twitched, as if he was in pain. But it seemed to be a smile... Then, he seemed to finally give up the resistance, and the degree of contraction of his body suddenly intensified! Amidst the slight friction sound, a robe slipped off
.And his body, which was suspended in the air by Druid magic, eventually turned into a dark red piece of flesh that was constantly twitching.
"No, don't..." the female elf whispered in a low voice. Her body fell to her knees involuntarily. In her godless pupils, one of the palms of the psychic warlock was reflected... The pale joints of the palms closed slightly, so that
The small piece represented the last evidence of the old man's existence, and it exploded into tiny drops of blood for a day!
"What do you know? What did he say about that king?" Then, those bright silver eyes turned to her, and his calm words seemed to penetrate into the depths of her soul.
"No...I don't know, I haven't heard of it. You...you..."
The female elf let out a low scream. She shook her head, desperately trying to expel the voice like a demon's croaking from her head... but the power of psychic energy bound her soul mercilessly.
, forcing her to surrender and obey orders. The power bound her soul and searched every inch of memory:
"That's about the elves...the seventh holy son...in the legend, he...no, I don't know...I, I only remember one part of it. He is, in the legend, disobedient.
God exists, he is a demon, a monster, and his endless greed has even brought disaster to the world..."
"What does the record say?" Frowning, the psychic asked.
"...I turned around to see who was speaking to me...and when I turned around, I saw...seven golden lampstands. Under each lampstand, there was a Son of God. They were the only ones. They were
Tens of thousands... They were dressed in black clothes, hanging down to their feet, with dragon skins tied around their chests... And the seventh Holy Son, named Shiloh... His hair
His pupils are silver, like snow, like metal. They burn with the luster of fire. Their radiance is like copper tempered with light in a furnace. His voice is like the sound of many waters. But the fire cannot come near him, but only for his servants, who
His words are metaphors, so do not disobey him. He holds a book and a three-edged sword... His face shines like the scorching sun."
She chanted, with a voice as clear and clear as ice... Even though she was nervous and breathing rapidly, the voice was still elegant and clear, making people's hearts move when they heard it.
The psychic has no time to appreciate it.
He knew that it was Elvish, and it was obviously not ordinary Elvish - even though he had been blessed with a proficient language, Edward still couldn't understand some of her words, so he slowly adjusted
Use your own memory so that you can remember the structure of each pronunciation.
Through self-hypnosis, extreme control of nerve signals can lead to photographic memory, and even photographic memory... This is probably something that only a psychic can do.
Fortunately, this paragraph is not very long.
"When I saw it, I fell at his feet as if dead. He put the book in his right hand on the top of my head and said to me, 'Do not be afraid. I am the first and the last.
I am the one who lives. I am your king, your only king. I died, I
I will die again, but I am also destined to live again... and live forever and ever. So you have to write down what you have seen, what is happening now, and what will happen in the future... So
You are destined to gather around me again when I come...'"
The female elf's voice finally paused. After the order was completed, the pressure on her soul also eased. Then her heart was once again filled with anger derived from despair. She stared at the ordinary face in front of her.
With an indifferent face, she gritted her teeth, and her green eyes were already covered with a layer of blood.
"Hmm. So, it's related..." Edward lowered his head and fell into thinking, but when he spoke again, his expression suddenly changed.
The surrounding space shook violently!
"Damn it." He cursed in a low voice. In his eyes, countless twisted light strands emerged out of thin air. They surrounded, weaved, and held the female elf's limp body, and then caused the space to boil like water!
…
The female elf raised her head.
The silver light of the star realm gradually faded in front of her, revealing the space behind it illuminated by dim light.
The light comes from the huge curled and glowing leaves that hang down. The light illuminates the hall, which is also made of dark brown wood. The shadows of the light slowly extend on the walls that are like tangled branches.
Little by little, the outlines of human figures and objects emerge from the darkness.
The texture of wood spreads in every corner covered by light, making the surrounding look like a spacious hall built entirely of logs. It's just that the trees are so huge that they can almost rival any grand building that humans can build.
building. The cool luster emitted from those huge leaves fills the entire space with a wonderful tranquility.
The female elf gently exhaled the breath in her lungs. Her tense mind seemed to finally relax... The scenery in her eyes was extremely familiar to her. Obviously, the magic of that space had moved her to the safest place imaginable.
location.
"Elder Monztok, I..." she said, her eyes falling on a person standing in the center of the room among those figures.
But the latter just raised his hand to stop her from speaking, and following his gesture, a subtle luster slowly lit up from the woman's body, converged, and slowly floated towards his face like mist.
in hand.
Then, the whole room trembled slightly.
It was a kind of stretching... A branch that formed part of the room was expanding, and it stretched towards the center of the room. At the top of the branch, there was a huge oval, like a fruit-like branch.
The arms generally hang down and fall to the ground, forming the appearance of a sphere, then crackle and open like a flower bud.
Among the buds, a human body fell into the center of the room.
He was a tall male, with a slender and pale naked body, but not lacking in muscle lines. Under the light golden hair, the slender and sharp ears were enough to illustrate his race.
The huge flower buds closed quietly on the top of its head, placing it in the shape of lying on its back, but the body of this elf male did not seem to have any signs of life... and then, three voices of different pitches began to sing at the same time.
Mysterious eulogies and emerald green luster emanated from the hands of the three figures surrounding him, emerging like spheres and converging on the strong human body into a gradually brightening halo.
The sound of this eulogy spread throughout the room, gradually stirring up. Finally, it was like a mixture of hundreds of sounds. All figures stood still, as if all the sounds no longer existed. At this moment, there was only this cleansing left in the world.
All the chants. And the halo on the elf's body became brighter and brighter, and finally, it was almost dazzling!
The chant finally ended on a high note... with the lingering sound, the brilliance on the human body finally dimmed.
After trembling slightly, the elf tightened his chest and let out a gentle breath.
Then, he slowly stood up from the ground.
His eyes passed over the figures around him, and then turned to himself, a peaceful smile appeared on the corner of his pale mouth.
As a result, that young and strong appearance began to gradually change... He stretched out his hand and touched the huge flower bud beside him. The next moment, the branches of the tree seemed to be nourished, constantly extending, intertwining, and countless green
The branches evolved into dark brown threads. Finally, the branches broke silently, and what he was holding in his hands was already a long and wide robe.
Putting it on his body, when he raised his head, he saw that the elf's face was old and slender, and his golden hair had turned gray. The human face with a high nose and deep eyes was the giant who had just fought with the psychic.
Dragon Druid.
Not far away, the female elf opened her emerald green eyes and watched everything happening quietly. Amidst the slight confusion, she found clues about this ritual in her memory.
That is the secret method among the druid secrets, which can resurrect a dead person, but the price is also huge——
Retrieve a soul from the multiverse, or even the kingdom of various gods, and use the power of the gods to repair the connection between him and the original corpse, infuse him with life and complete his resurrection. Such a price is too high.
It is simply impossible to accomplish it with the meager strength of mortals. Ordinary spellcasters can simply infuse the soul into the corpse and use the power of magic to make it semi-permanent. Therefore, the undead faction has developed in this world.
A disgusting magic system.
Therefore, only the loyal believers of the gods, who are the most devout and powerful sect leaders in various churches, control the secret method of resurrecting the dead. But in fact, this kind of magic has only existed in legends. So you can really be lucky enough to enjoy this
Very few people are treated this way.
The druids, on the other hand, have taken a different approach in this regard.
They use divine power to resurrect a person's soul in another being. Because this is not to restore everything about a person, it is just to transfer his soul to another body that has lost its life and is specially preserved.
That's all. This will make resurrection easier and more effective... But such a secret method itself violates the rules of the druids. It cannot be used except for the most important existence.
"Congratulations, my friend Karl Ross, with God's tolerance, you have been given the opportunity to reunite with the jungle."
The tall druid who presided over the ceremony took off his hood, revealing an older face, with a long gray beard and a high forehead, making him look particularly wise: "I hope death will not leave you with an eternal mark.
."
"This is a gift. My friend Monztok, but this death is a punishment for me, a punishment for my arrogance... Therefore, even if it will be engraved in my heart forever, I will only bow my head to him obediently.
"The Druid elder who regained his life sighed, and showed a tired smile: "My arrogance blinded my eyes, preventing me from seeing that his power is already so powerful. In time, maybe he will give it again.
Let’s bring about a huge change in the world.”
"My friend, this is what I'm worried about." The old man with a white beard showed a thoughtful expression: "Are you sure that it is really him? The one who died in the legend, but has returned to this world several times.
...Holy Son?”
"Yes, even now, he has not awakened yet," the druid known as Karl Ross nodded slightly, with excitement in his eyes: "The time for us to return to this area seems to have come."
"I can't accept it!" A voice suddenly broke into the conversation.
This is a woman's voice, old and resolute, originating from the figure in the third robe: "Don't forget, if it is really him, then his actions have almost brought the world to the brink of destruction! Gods
His anger is not something that us mortals can touch! Moreover, our power can no longer be compared with that of the ancient times. If we choose to follow him again, we will only be destroyed!
"You should also not forget that in that war, as many as twenty-one gods fell! The power of gods was not unattainable to him. Yes, he failed in the end, but
That has also made the era of gods history! And finally opened up this era of mortals, right?" Karl Ross sneered and also raised his voice.
"Please restrain yourself a little, my friends." Sighing in a low voice, the druid named Monztok spoke:
"He did bring prosperity to our ancestors and even the entire elven population, but don't forget that he once foolishly tried to challenge the gods! Even if he gained an advantage for a time, the final result still failed. That terrible ending.
Even just reading makes me brave
Terrified... Is he doing it for mortals or for himself? It has been so long that it is impossible to know. For such an existence, I would rather believe in his danger than trust him. Don't forget our motto, there is no good or evil in nature.
, therefore, we will only abide by our commandments."
"So, we, his remnants, his descendants, should just watch with cold eyes? Adhering to the precepts does not mean giving up resistance. My friend, we have the right to get what we deserve!"
"We have been resisting! Survival is the biggest struggle, and we should be like this! Instead of fighting for those things outside ourselves! My friend." The old man's gray beard and hair fluttered slightly, and his voice was raised in the last salutation: "But, our new friends
, but may eventually become hostile to it.”
"They are not our friends, they are just allies established for survival. It is not impossible for wolves and sheep to coexist in the same cave, but such a situation can only exist when the storm comes." Can transform into a giant dragon.
Rui shook his head: "Their arrogance and greed will only lead to destruction in the end. It is also impossible for us to give them all new tasks. Cooperation is just cooperation, and it can only be cooperation."
"My friend, it seems that it is difficult for us to reach an agreement..." The elder sighed again, and his raised gaze fell on the female elf standing quietly beside him: "Leia, my child,
You have seen him before, so what do you think he is?"
"Me?" The female elf was surprised: "I don't know...him, I think...he is..."