The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 530 Shadow Demon Legion
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After signing the Kunlan Blood Agreement.

Matthew temporarily allowed Charles, the black marketeer from Purgatory, to move freely in Paradise Lost.

But for the devil, who has always been good at making trouble for contracts.

Matthew still wasn't so reassured.

For this purpose, he specifically and secretly instructed Sen'er to keep track of Charles' movements and report to him immediately if there was anything unusual.

Sener's life and property now depend entirely on Matthew.

No matter how much he hated being ordered around, he could only accept the task silently.

Subsequently.

Matthew chatted with Mosong, the god of travelers, for a few more words.

After learning about the current work progress of the tree planting duo.

The latter reported an important news:

Not long ago, Terrastes returned to Paradise Lost.

He told Mosong that he had made a new discovery in the Kunwu ruins, and asked Mosong to inform Matthew of the news as soon as possible.

Matthew looked at the data records of Paradise Lost.

When he found himself on a frantic journey through Purgatory, Terraste did sneak back to Paradise Lost once.

In addition to a lot of founder energy.

He also brought back more than sixty demon corpses in one go!
To know.

The demons in the Kunwu ruins are by no means easy to deal with. Most of them are elites, and their levels are from level five and above. Each one is more powerful than the other.

Able to kill so many elite demons.

It seems that Lao Tai's strength recovery speed is far beyond expectations.

As for what Terrast found in the ruins of Kunwu.

Matthew is currently unknown.

Mosong couldn't explain it clearly, and maybe even Terraste himself didn't understand it clearly.

So he immediately sent a message to Terraste through Paradise Lost -

Matthew's instructions were simple.

He suggested that Terrast should not rush into anything, but should first conduct more explorations into unknown places or things, share enough information with everyone at the Paradise Lost headquarters, and then decide on the next move.

the most important is.

He expressed to Lao Tai his current situation of being unable to cope with all the tasks.

If something major happens in the Kunwu ruins.

Matthew couldn't rush over to help immediately.

no way.

This journey to purgatory concerns Rhaegar's life and the ownership of the planet Stuluk.

No matter how priceless the Kunwu ruins are.

Matthew could only put it aside with tears in his eyes.

After the message is sent.

He also confirmed the order with Mosong. What if Terrast didn't receive his order for some reason? At least there was someone to pass on the message, right?

This is different from Sen'er, who appears respectful on the surface but is still somewhat reluctant in his heart.

Mosong, the God of Travelers, can be said to be the one who adapted to his current identity the fastest.

even.

He seemed very happy to serve as the sounding board between Matthew and the others.

Considering Mosong's previous priesthood.

It can be considered a professional match.

Then the two chatted for a while.

Matthew suddenly said:

"After this trip to Purgatory is over, I will consider releasing you, Sen'er, and Terraste—I mean everyone who was resurrected in Paradise Lost for some reason—I will release you all."

"As long as you don't break the rules of Paradise Lost."

"In most cases, you will be free."

Mo Song was shocked when he heard this.

at first.

He probably thought Matthew was testing him or something, and his expression barely changed.

But soon.

He sensed something from Matthew's sincere gaze, and his tone trembled with disbelief:
"Really?"

"You will allow us to move freely?"

Matthew smiled, then nodded affirmatively:
"I never intended to imprison you or use you as slaves forever."

"Initially, we didn't let you go out because we were worried about exposing the existence of Lost Paradise. But the situation is different now. Many people are aware of the existence of Lost Paradise. If we continue to hide it, we will only tie our own hands."

"Also, after this planet defense war is over, I think my strength should have reached a more ideal level, and there will be fewer things to worry about."

"Anyway, once the time is right, you can leave here and do whatever you want as long as it doesn't violate my rules..."

Mo Song took a deep breath excitedly and couldn't help asking:

"What are the rules?"

Matthew thought for a while:
"Not ready yet."

"It's probably about not doing anything that's against the will of heaven or morality, not ruining the reputation of Paradise Lost, etc. It won't be too many, but there must be some general restrictions on you, otherwise I'm afraid someone will use the name of Paradise Lost to cause me trouble..."

Mo Song immediately shook his head quickly:
"At least I won't do that!"

"Thank you so much!"

"Matthew, I've always known you're a kind guy!"

Speaking of it.

He paused for a moment as if he suddenly remembered something. Two seconds later, he asked softly:

“If we all leave, who will plant the trees?”

He asked this question very carefully, and it was actually full of temptation.

Matthew laughed again:
"I planted trees because I was afraid you would get sick from being bored here, so I just found some work for you."

"I can plant trees myself, and I can also use the power of authority to create more unique lives belonging to Paradise Lost to help plant trees. Don't worry, this won't become an obstacle for me to let you go."

This is true.

When Paradise Lost first opened, Matthew had little founder energy and could only work hard on his own.

Later, the ruins of Kunwu were opened up, and Terrast frantically obtained the founder's energy for Paradise Lost. In addition, the trees on the bedrock of the universe also began to slowly contribute more energy.

Matthew's current founder energy situation is already quite abundant.

Not only could he resurrect some of the lost lives in Paradise Lost, he could also create some angelic races for himself to help with the work.

Compared to Mosong and Sen'er, who already live outside, they will definitely yearn for a free life.

The life that Matthew created himself is actually more suitable for developing and maintaining the operation of Paradise Lost.

It's just that he hasn't got around to doing so yet.

After listening to Matthew's promise.

Mo Song was deeply moved.

Although everything was still just a plan, when Matthew left Paradise Lost, he found that Mosong not only took the initiative to plant trees, but also became obviously more enthusiastic when planting trees!
“That’s the power of trust.”

Matthew couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Just as he said to the Infernal Black Merchant Charles.

He no longer has the extra margin for error to trust others.

He can only let others believe in him.

Corresponding to this is.

Matthew also did not intend to betray every trust.

Even doing so would feel heavy on his shoulders.

He also did not look back.

……

After dealing with the black businessman Charles, Matthew returned to the carriage.

After informing their companions that everything had been settled, they continued their journey towards the highest point of Fufeng Slope.

Have to admit.

For any caravan walking through purgatory.

This is a typical difficult journey of trying to catch a mountain but then running to the death.

On this steep plane slope.

In addition to the shocking gales and countless wild monsters.

All travelers must face extreme gravitational conditions -

Every step up requires more energy than usual.

What's even worse is that.

This loss cannot be avoided by magic or other means.

Even though the carriage that Matthew and others were riding in was condensed by Carmela using divine power.

There is no way to escape this law. The closer you get to the top of the Fufeng Slope.

The more severe the gravity they experience from the Blood Abyss and the lower planes.

The speed of the carriage also slowed down significantly.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

However, even the local boss Sandrine was helpless against this.

This special law phenomenon caused by the plane difference cannot be eliminated by ordinary means.

They could only grit their teeth and climb up.

At the last tenth of the road.

Even someone as powerful as Carmella couldn't even use divine power to maintain her previous dignity.

The group had no choice but to get off the carriage and move forward on foot.

Under the influence of the law of gravity.

They were advancing very slowly.

At this rate, it would take them at least three days to cross the Fufeng Slope.

This is much slower than what Matthew expected.

In order to solve the problem.

Matthew simply released the black marketeer from Purgatory, Charles, hoping that this guy could find a way to solve the dilemma faced by some people.

Ciel is indeed a black marketeer who frequently travels around Purgatory.

As soon as he landed.

He quickly realized Matthew's intention to release him from Paradise Lost:
"Fufeng Slope?"

"Didn't you go to the Fengmo Inn along the way to rent a treasure that can reverse wind direction and gravity?"

"Moreover, most of the wind demons in the inns will provide flying services. The price is a little expensive, but it's better than climbing up against the gravity of purgatory, right?"

This statement came out.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

Matthew coughed and quickly changed the subject.

How would he know that Fengmo Inn could provide such a service?

In order to avoid extraneous branches.

They skipped all the post houses along the way!

No wonder the higher you go up the mountain, the fewer merchants or caravans you see!

No wonder I always see some wind demons flying over my head these days!
It turns out that he is not flying for fun, but is soliciting customers!
He couldn't help but glance at Sandrine.

The latter had an innocent expression and obviously didn't know much about the situation in this area.

"Is there any remedy now?"

Matthew asked bluntly.

Ciel smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"Either you bite the bullet and continue to climb up, which will probably take a lot of energy."

"Or we can go back and find the nearest Fengmo Inn and ask them to help us take it up."

"The Wind Demons, like the Sons of Purgatory, are rare neutral units in Purgatory. They only care about money and are quite efficient. In fact, the gravitational field of Fufeng Slope is related to the Wind Demon Lord..."

Sharbalabala said a lot.

Once Matthew figured out the details of this special lot.

Decisive choice to turn around——

The lost sunk costs are a pity.

But subsequent decisions are obviously more important.

"I remember passing one in the morning, but now it only takes half an hour at most."

Lorraine recalled.

Matthew nodded.

The group immediately turned around and headed down.

It was indeed much easier to walk down, but I had to be careful not to walk too fast and fall down——

The slope of Fufeng is too steep.

If you are not careful, you may roll down hundreds of meters!

And then at this moment.

The smart Charles not only tried to please Matthew, but also gave each of his companions a gift - it seemed that he really didn't want to stay in Paradise Lost and plant trees.

Matthew looked at it.

Charles gave Carmela an extremely exquisite jewelry necklace.

"The Deceiver's Piety: You can guarantee your piety to a god even if you have no faith in him. The power of faith generated by your piety is no different from ordinary piety."

The one given to Lorraine was a hard charcoal pencil.

"Taikov's Pen: Biographies and anecdotes written with this charcoal pencil will be spread several times more widely than usual.

People will find it easier to understand, accept and even actively spread the stories written by this pen."

The black merchant presented Sandrine with a small piece of water sulfur.

"Water Sulfur: After taking it, it can enhance the power of dragon breath in a small amount for a short period of time."

The value of the above three gifts is obvious at a glance.

"As expected of a black businessman."

"This guy is quite good at judging people and serving them well..."

Matthew couldn't help but complain in his heart.

As for himself.

I received a gift that was completely useless but of great value.

"Practice Gloves (Mage's exclusive weapon): Wearing these gloves, you can repeatedly practice spells of level 3 or below until you master them.

During this time you will not be affected by spellcasting restrictions and spell addiction mechanisms.

You can use this to train all your metamagic abilities or spellcasting abilities..."

Matthew can't use this thing, but it is a super artifact for novice wizards!

Charles also said it very bluntly:

"I don't have any props suitable for you, but you always have students, juniors, etc. This little gift is very suitable for giving to others."

This is true.

But when Matthew was thinking about who he could send the child to, he found that he didn't actually have a serious student.

Whether it's the people from the mage camp or the young druids from the Earth Society.

Matthew treated them as tools for mutual benefit.

Henry, the assistant I had the most contact with, didn't have much talent for magic, let alone the others.

"It's not easy for me to train students with all my strange abilities. I can't create a system for him, right?"

Think about this.

Matthew was relieved.

He didn't care much about the gift given by the black marketeer. He played with it for a while and then threw it into his bag.

The group went downhill.

We were about to return to the Fengmo Inn that we had missed before.

But at this time.

Behind them, the wind from the hillside suddenly blew up a gust of dust.

In the dust.

A series of black shadows galloped down on horseback.

Matthew narrowed his eyes——

That's not a horse.

That is the Shadow Nightmare, a mount unique to the Infernal Shadow Fiends!

But the group of shadow nightmares swooped down the steep hillside as if they were walking on flat ground.

In just a few tens of seconds, he rushed to the group of people.

"Who are you?"

On the back of one of the Shadow Nightmares, a man in thin armor asked condescendingly.

Matthew calmly replied:

"We are from Bloodsand City, and we are merchants going to the Barony to do business."

The man said "Oh".

Two seconds later.

He said coldly:
"I am the third commander of the Shadow Demon Legion under Baron Phantom."

“Your goods have been confiscated.”

"And you yourselves..."

"He was also recruited by the Baron!"

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(End of this chapter)