Pillars of Ita

Chapter 990 Scene 320 Ash Branches in the Forest
life and death.

What Fang Plover saw in the twinkling starlight was the essence of Teraka. His fingertips seemed to touch the secret of a world. Among thousands of thoughts, a seed was being born in the center of this world.

Branches then grew from the gray heart of the tree.

The seeds of the giant tree gave birth to new shoots, and the branches that stretched across the sky burst into branches. It was the first birth that sprouted from the ancient, and the past told in that distant era.

The shadow in the forest just stood there, silent.

For a moment, he saw the black-haired girl again, her eyes were closed, the leaves were withered and yellow, hanging on the water, flowing quietly in the long river according to fate.

The forest is withered, the shadows are dying, and the ash branches on the sacred tree are spreading, retelling the story of life and death after the severe winter comes.

Thousands of miles away, surrounded by green fields.

The meadow forms waves, floating clouds cover the hills, and the cloud wall is undulating, and below the hills, on a carriage, the elf girl with a light veil looks at this scene in surprise——

There was a trace of surprise in the gentle eyes.

Outside the carriage, a tall lion-man knight sat on the driver's seat, its long mane was pulled by the breeze, and the brass girdle jingled with the rhythmic shaking of the carriage.

"Red—"

The lion man raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the voice from inside the carriage, and looked back.

And the sky is thousands of miles, as blue as washing.The wind is carrying the blades of grass and distant news, swirling up to the sky, bringing the light and pleasant voice to every corner of the mainland.

Outside the arena——

A group of people in very different clothes stood up from the audience.

The elves raised their heads and kept their eyes on the side, as if they were completely absorbed by the scene above. They completely forgot everything around them and watched that scene with shocking eyes.

They wore the traditional costumes of the Hill of Giant Trees, with green patterns on their silver robes, mithril pendants hanging on their pointed ears and foreheads, their long hair hanging down, and their silver eyes seemed to contain the light of stars.

If anyone recognizes these elves, they will know that they are the Sanshak delegation that arrived in the empire with Forin's team, but the leader of the team is not like an envoy, but a respected holy tree leader sacrifice.

The old elf priest held a gray withered branch in his hand, his wrinkled hand was trembling uncontrollably.

In the Temple of the Holy Tree of Tarn.

The tree attendants watched in amazement as a pale branch sprouted from the icon.

The branches meander upward along the lady's wrist, blooming new leaves and buds of holy white.It is like a cane, pregnant with withering and resurrection at the same time.

Many people turned and ran out.

The forest lady casts her gaze.

The giant tree that had witnessed the Battle of Baine had suffered from wars and disasters. On the scorched scar on its south side, the ecchymosis named Osiris was gradually shrinking. The port workers who witnessed this scene were like petrified.

People watched the revival of the gray and white tree tissues cover the black death and scars at a speed visible to the naked eye, the trees trembled happily, and the countless branches and leaves rustled lightly.

A long bell rang in the port.

Many people saw that the patrolling cavalry was dispatched first, and then those elves who were usually very low-key also appeared on the street.

Under the protection of cavalry, they are walking towards the city center.

Underground in the Heart of the Mountain.

The trees opened their eyes one by one, and the forest was in a commotion, as if something extraordinary was happening.

The dwarf Gulu suddenly felt the roots behind him surge up, which disturbed its nap. It jumped up from the ground and looked suspiciously at what happened behind it?
But there, Muen Yarit, the heart of the tree, is waking up. Its old wood grains are loosening one by one, revealing a solemn expression, casting hale and hearty eyes in one direction.

Gulu gestured and asked what happened to the big tree?
Muen Yarit sighed slightly, "I saw shadows growing, death growing from the sacred tree, and insects gnawing at the roots of the world. Winter is coming, little guy."

Gulu seems to understand, it was born underground, it has never seen what is severe winter and ice and snow, and it can't distinguish the abstract concepts of death and life, but most of the bugs have seen some.

Then it felt a majestic force coming.

The dwarf was so frightened that he hugged his head and lay trembling on the ground.

"You're here—"

Muen Yarit, the heart of the tree, said in that direction.

But in the sea of ​​trees, Fang Plover didn't know anything about what happened in the outside world, he only focused on everything in front of him with all his heart and energy.

Watching the metal spread and grow like a branch, as if a cold dead thing was given life, it formed black and white tones, and finally intertwined into the other arm of the construct.

An arm resembling a human female is taking shape.

It is smaller and more fragile than the other arm, but it seems to be pregnant with endless power——

Precious metals capable of self-organizing growth form its muscles and bones, magical mithril is woven into its skin, and star wood forms its veins.

Then the crystal lattice built its core in an orderly manner under the command of Fang Plover, and finally the cold iron extended out a beautiful heat dissipation structure like a grid, and the runes were intertwined.

It is quite different from another demon-like arm, but it has a strange beauty, like a girl's gentleness, with slender and well-proportioned fingertips, and the arm is forged with metal, but it shows a wooden texture.

Weiyu watched the birth of this scene with slight surprise.

"This is……"

Alchemists can understand each other's language, just like the expression of art, what is written in the design is thought, the flow of ether and the fit of elements have determined the tone of a work.

Skilled craftsmen can see the secrets contained in it at a glance.

But that burst of inspiration still made Wei Yu tremble in his heart. He turned around and exchanged the shocking look in their eyes with Shui Wuming who was beside him.

What is woven under the precious material is an ingenious idea, which is the essence of life glimpsed from the heart of the sacred tree, Terraka, like a great sound, weaving an invisible symbol into a stirring, thinking in the world.

There was only a slight ripple at first.

But it turned into a storm.

All things have birth and death, and the glory of the past is reflecting the decline of today. "It conceives life and death, destruction and protection at the same time," Shui Wuming said, "It looks delicate, but it actually contains infinite possibilities. Is this really the main structure...?"

She hesitated and said, "I just think it's a bit strange..."

Fang Plover looked at Wei Yu.

There was a glimmer of light in Wei Yu's eyes. An inspiration burst out from his heart. Geniuses always resonate with each other. From one inspiration to another, it is like a spider web extending, thus interweaving a possibility.

"Let me try it." He made up his mind and said.

Fang Plover nodded.

There is still a tacit understanding between the two.

The young alchemist pondered slightly, and made a decision. Those precious things are not necessarily precious, but for him, it may be an opportunity to open the door.

Weiyu stretched out his hand, and tapped lightly at the junction of his arms, like light ripples on the surface of the water, a silver network of veins spread out in all directions with his fingertips as the center.

A 'heart' appeared in his palm.

The amber crystal reflects the precise structure, which is the constant magic furnace.

But a shudder suddenly passed over Fang Plover's body, he held his breath, the intertwined veins were not ordinary, it also came from a legendary inspiration - connection.

Everything is connected.

That's the underlying theory of the ethernet distribution.

Weiyu and he both came from the Kapuka Artisan Association, and the two naturally came from the same school, and they have a similar understanding of ether.

But Fang Plover was so shocked that he couldn't breathe. He stared wide-eyed at this senior brother of the same school. It is understandable for him to use legendary inspiration on his construct.But the other party——

Weiyu turned around and gave him a gentle smile:
"Ed, what the Kapuka Artisan Association taught us is correct. Technology has no barriers, and artificial boundaries are created."

"But you have also taught us a lot, and I should give it back once I am emotional and reasonable. This inspiration is called 'spider web induction', as you can see, I will give it to it—"

The young alchemist turned around with a sense of calmness, "You're welcome, besides, this is also my chance."

His eyes shone with brilliance, as if he saw a brand new world, but his eyes were gentle, and he stared at his work like a lover.

It must be very unique.

Maybe it will leave its own name in history for a long time.

Once the silver net is opened, it can no longer be retracted, so it connects everything together to form a blood vessel—like a silver blood vessel, flowing all over the body of the construct.

The small blood vessels finally converge, return to the light path, and concentrate on one point, which is the permanent magic furnace.Weiyu's technique is very delicate. He may not be as stunning as Fang Plover's multiple parallelism, but he is mature and experienced.

There were so many exquisite designs that even Fang Plover felt rewarded after seeing them. He remembered many legends about the other party—before he left Kapuka, this senior brother had already been the protagonist in many stories.

He had looked up at the back of the other party, and heard many people tell the anecdote that the other party left in Kapuka, and now the owner of that name is showing his understanding of alchemy in front of him.

Fang Yan suddenly felt a sense of reality, as if everything in the past had returned, and there were no worthless men under the prestigious name, and the excellence of the people standing beside him was beyond words.

But his production was not actually finished.

When the production of whispers reached a certain stage, he took the initiative to look at him. Just as blood needs to connect muscles and bones, the etheric circuit of the magic device also needs to be connected to other systems.

But the two of them didn't need to communicate much, Fang Yan understood Weiyu's train of thought with just a glance, and he added a small part to the gradually formed construct.

And Weiyu immediately took over his work. In this magical space, the complex structure is being built bit by bit like building blocks, and the progress of the two is intertwined and advancing——

In the technology of learning from each other's strengths, it has formed a perfect complementarity.

Shui Wuming watched from the side and almost stopped breathing. She never thought that making magic tools would be such an artistic thing, as if every work and detail was full of harmonious beauty.

Even if those details are overthrown again and again, there are still many mistakes in the design, but they discuss with each other, the simple ones are being perfected, and a finished product is born from the framework.

Needle drop can be heard outside the arena.

Even the commentators forgot words for a moment.

This is not a competition, but the birth of a legendary work. Such an opportunity is rare in the whole of Etalia, and it is usually only born by those masters.

In five years, or ten years, ordinary people will have the opportunity to see it.

The competition party was stunned at first, and then ecstatic. Many people were extremely envious of the competition hosted by the South Territory, because a legend was born in that competition—although it was not a finished product.

Those people love and hate Fang Plover. On the one hand, he has indeed done many things that conflict with the interests of many people. On the other hand, this dragon alchemist can indeed always bring topics.

But in any case, this game must be familiar to many people.

The people inside and outside the light screen were equally silent. This moment of silence connected the two worlds behind the star gate, and people actually had an illusion, as if they were afraid of disturbing the scene before them by speaking.

There was a magical backflow in the sea of ​​trees space, although it was extremely weak, it was due to the characteristics of this space.

But both Fang Plover and Wei Yu stopped their hands at the same time.

Together they completed the last process.

Shui Wuming let out a long sigh of relief, and said in a melancholy tone: "I really don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, I will take action after the two of you. I regret my previous choice now, and I should have kept silent. I There is no legendary inspiration, but leave the rest to me, and I will do my best."

She looked at the work silently, "But this time, it's your honor."

I don't know how people in the future will evaluate it, but her name will definitely be combined with this main structure, and will remain in Etalia for a long time.

It's called the Knight of Peace.

It is a work jointly completed by two geniuses, as well as Shui Wuming.

She thought bitterly.

Fang Plover is also watching the work silently—due to the lack of final integration, it has not yet fully formed, but the general structure is already clearly visible.Its appearance was that of a well-proportioned piece of armor, with a somewhat feminine slenderness.

Like a Valkyrie covered in silver makeup, except for the thick and majestic right arm, some fierce fangs and sharp claws, the red scales are like burning marks on the silver armor, a beam of flame rising.

Its left arm is separated by black and white metallic luster, and exudes a gray light, as if it contains life and death at the same time. It holds a black and white spear that looks like intertwined branches.

Then there is its main body, a breastplate covered in net patterns, with amber crystals adorning the core, reflecting the veins of time and ether, and complex and sophisticated inserts forming a layer of faint blue shield on its surface .

The slender leg armor is connected to the bladed foot guards, hanging down naturally, like the claws of a dragon.It doesn't have so many complicated functions on the surface, but it already has the beauty of a pseudo-dragon knight.

The main structure is inextricably linked with the false dragon knight.

What's more, this one is very special.

The Sea of ​​Trees is a special space. The magic tools created here are not real. After they leave, all creations here will be reduced to nothingness.

But the inspirations of legends will remain in his memory, and when he fully restores them in the real world, they will truly be born and shape legends.

Therefore, he wasn't too worried about the ownership of the experiment he was doing here. The sea of ​​trees space itself was a perfect alchemy laboratory.Oddly enough, occultists don't seem to do this—

"The Collins have done their work."

"I didn't expect Colin to be the first to use his big move in this game. Although the empire also has some plans, compared with it, the excitement is much less exciting."

"Just this one scene, this game is worthwhile." The commentators finally came to their senses at this moment, and they were not stingy with compliments.

This is their job in itself. They may not be inclined to lose or win, but whoever can bring a wonderful game can win the favor of spectators after all.

"However, I want to remind everyone," the main commentator coughed, "When you were intoxicated with the art-like production of the Kaolin people, Hanrui may have encountered some troubles."

Luo Wei cast only a few glances during the entire production process.

She is still focusing on her current battle. She is not a battle craftsman, but both Ming and Fang Plover are. The tactics of battle craftsmen are no strangers to her.

She's just doing it for the first time.

When Hanrui's clockwork elf lifted into the air, trying to attack the elf wall in mid-air, a group of silver shuttle-shaped constructs flew down from the clouds, appearing in people's sights for the first time .

They spread their wings like a swarm of bees, exposing their sharp thorns.

"It's a battle elf."

The commentators are no strangers to this.

When the little girl of Hanrui caught a glimpse of that ray of silver light from the corner of her eye, she finally remembered something, and she turned pale with fright, "It's the construct of that dragon alchemist!"

The clockwork goblin's vision dimmed piece by piece.

"We can't find them!" She frantically manipulated her fairy doll, and shouted anxiously, "We have to find a way to fight back!"

"It's okay," the tall young man gritted his teeth while looking at the sky and said, "Isn't this what we should have expected, don't let them come down to interfere with our goal, and the loss of some clockwork fairies is acceptable... "

The little girl bit her lip dissatisfied as she watched the field of vision under her lens decrease one by one.

But the tall young man had already turned his head, "McGonagall, Hyrule, you guys quickly put that thing up."

He put on the magic gloves and looked at the two golden rays of light that appeared in the midair—extending in their direction, they were the flames of the airdrop boat.

The Colin people even built this thing.

At this moment above the sky, two engineering airships are cruising with blue trails, and four gun knights are mounted below them. Between the teeth-stinging friction sound and sparks, the huge construct is passing through the sky. The rails drop in a certain direction.

A flame extended in mid-air.

The tall young man walked out, looking at the flames falling from mid-air, he raised his gloves, and a group of fortress-style walkers were immediately projected in the sea of ​​trees through the information crystal.

Another goblin figure was lifted into the air to take over the hulking constructs.The fortress walker immediately raised its muzzle and fired a fire net into the air.

But the results are minimal.

Only one of the eight Lancers was disintegrated by the volley, and the rest, carrying flames falling from the sky, passed through the fire net, fell straight down from the midair, and fell into the forest.

A loud noise raised a cloud of dust in the forest.

And behind the dust, it revealed its figure.

……

(End of this chapter)