My players are so fierce.

Chapter 1182 1180. I Grant You Death and Rebirth on the Second Day

"boom"

The Flame Fist Dragon Spear, which had become extremely hot after absorbing the energy of the solar bombardment, was swung by Murphy, and with the momentum of "Bankai Zankadachi", it split open the obstruction of the canopy platform in the middle of the Castilla giant tree.

The solid thousand-year-old wooden barrier was easily ignited and burned, and as the ashes were peeling off, it was kicked by the power armor, causing the entire huge branch to be torn apart.

Murphy took a step forward and saw Liwen who was helping Pinkie and trying to get up.

Jin Taozi had fallen into a coma after a brief outburst, and Liwen was also covered in wounds. Nine Archdruids of the Forest Heart who were either dying or already dead were lying in a mess around the two of them. This exaggerated record alone was enough for Pinkie Pie, a girl with a not-so-good brain, to brag about what happened today for the rest of her life.

But the good news is that both girls are fine, which makes Murphy feel relieved.

Just as he was about to speak, the giant tree platform behind him was completely pierced through by the background of the setting sun. The burning fire caused the high-temperature embers to fly around the Warmaster's power armor, which also stunned Liwen.

No!

You said you were going to save the Castilla tree and the druids? Is this how you're going to save them? Burn everything to ashes?
Hey!
Who is the cruel and ruthless cultist?

"Look at your weak eyes, Liwen. How can you, who is so weak, shoulder the mission of spreading the majesty of Yunlan Tianzun? Isn't it just a mere solar bombardment? Haven't you seen a similar scene before?"

Murphy, holding the golden flaming fist, walked forward and complained:

"I don't even need to use telepathy to know that you must be thinking something terrible, but I have my own plans for the future of the Castilla Tree. Now, save Jin Taozi, the idiot who has no idea how to use the power of Holy Light.

Follow me!
Let’s go to the heart of the tree.”

"Oh, okay."

Liwen, who was covered in wounds, immediately called upon the power of Yunlan Tianzun to heal the exhausted Biqi.

The way these two people get along is actually very interesting. At least Murphy knows that Liwen, who appears to be extremely strong and always takes the lead in daily interactions, actually plays a very weak role when the two are together in private.

Well, the silly Pinkie Pie plays the role of the fierce 1 when she is sticking.

According to Tris's "bored" eavesdropping, the two girls would occasionally use Liven's tail and horns in her dragonborn form to do some... ahem, it was very exciting anyway.

However, Murphy is a vampire gentleman. He cannot show any perverted interest in these "girls' little secrets". He walks past Liven and Pinkie who are being treated and bends down to pick up the Warstopper sword next to Pinkie.

This artifact sword made of crystal and steel has become quiet, as if it means that the "nightmare" on the Holy Light side has subsided.

But Murphy's special identity allows him to perceive the special state of the Holy Light at this time more easily than others. Through this weapon connected to the belief in Holy Light, the Vampire Lord can sense the still uncertain waves in the core of the Holy Light.

He is still afraid.
Well, it's a bit strange to use the overly anthropomorphic emotion of "fear" to describe a god who is about to be born, but the fact that the state of stress has not completely dissipated means that the Holy Light is indeed concerned and worried about the development of the matter of the Mother of the Forest.

"brush"

Amid the fierce battle at the Castilla tree, Tris folded her wings and arrived beside Murphy. When she landed, she handed Murphy several special test tubes.

The latter took them in his hands and took a look. There were special liquids of different colors in those test tubes, which looked like diluted blood.

"Is this the purified blood of the Sons of God?"

Murphy turned his armor helmet and looked at Tris. The Grand Duke nodded and said:
"I took some time to study the power patterns of these sons of God who were forcibly recruited and awakened by the Witch Cult on the battlefield. The substances purified from their blood can be determined to be special 'mediums' related to the gods, but the activity of these things is far less than that of the normally awakened sons of God like Ivirios.

Witch Cult.
Or rather, at dusk, they used some kind of drug filled with chaotic power to forcibly activate the hidden power of the Son of God.

However, this activation is not recognized by Avalon, the source of power. Therefore, the price of using this power is that the Sons of God need to use their lives as fuel to maintain this powerful "awakening state".

These pirated sons of God would be exhausted after fighting seven times on average. I doubt that the Witch Cult did not tell them the truth, but those guys probably wouldn't care much even if they knew.

As for the mental states of the guys I met on the battlefield before, they were basically crazy guys who had experienced major changes in their lives and were very eager. They were just waving the power they had just acquired around according to their emotions but had no mind to control the power.

They are on a path of self-destruction, or in the worst-case scenario, there is no turning back.”

"So, even if we and the players don't attack them, they will kill themselves by wasting their strength?"

Murphy asked, and Trish nodded and said:

"Bonnie just interrogated several priests of the Witch Cult. They said that most of these guided Sons of God are in the Elven King's Court, and the Sons of God on the Castia Giant Tree's side are only a marginal force in this group.

The most important thing is that most of the Elf King’s guards are powerful sons of God who have awakened normally.

In other words, the ongoing battle in the Elven King's Court can be summarized as a 'civil war among the Sons of God'. I think this is also the result that Luna hopes to see, because from her origin, she is also one of those who suffered because of the inheritance of the Sons of God."

"This matter is the internal affairs of the Elven Kingdom. It is not appropriate for us to get involved and I do not intend to get involved."

Murphy clenched his fingers, crushed and purified several test tubes containing Chaos God samples in his hands, threw the hot debris on the ground, and said:

“When the elves conducted human experiments on their own citizens, they should have guessed that the country would suffer serious problems in the future. This is the retribution they deserve.

But what I am confused about now is that since Lumina and the others have confirmed that Queen Ilenia has the soul of the mystic scholar named 'Perona' hidden in her body, then you say, Tracy, is it possible that the Elven Kingdom's experimental project on the Son of God and its final result were also secretly promoted by this Perona?

after all"

Murphy stepped on the platform of the Castilla tree, which was as solid as stone, and said:

"General Philosir said before that the druids discovered the land of creation because they randomly found a place to plant this giant tree seed. This sounds strange, doesn't it? I don't think the elves are so lucky that they can find a land of creation by just planting a tree."

"It's very possible."

Trish nodded and said:
"However, Queen Ilenia has already led the army of the Moon Temple to the Elf King's Court. If Perona is really behind this, there will definitely be a reversal in the battle of the King's Court. This time, the little players have made great contributions. If it weren't for their investigation, the consequences of our taking Ilenia as an ally would be disastrous."

"Ugh my head hurts."

Becky's groan came from behind. Murphy turned around and saw the confused Jin Taozi being helped to stand up by Liwen.

A lot of the gorgeous armor on the latter's body had melted. If it weren't for Pinkie's protection from the Holy Light, the temperature alone, which was enough to melt the twisted steel, would have been enough to seriously injure her.

"You clearly need a more powerful suit of armor."

Murphy handed the Sword of the Stopper to Pinkie and said:
"Do you want me to prepare a set of power armor for you? You are now a leader of the faith."

"no, do not want!"

Pinkie shook her head like a rattle and complained:

"I've seen the warriors operate that thing, it's too complicated. I heard from them that the power armor should have intelligent auxiliary control, but they haven't researched it yet. So before the auxiliary program is developed, I don't want a weapon that needs to be controlled by the brain.

When these things are finished, I will go to the Port of Origin to ask my grandfather to help me make a set of Creator Armor from the Forger!"

"Yeah, that's not bad." Murphy nodded.

I thought that Pinkie's positioning of herself was surprisingly accurate. She knew she couldn't play with high-end power armor so she simply didn't want it. She was much more sober than those funny little players who were obviously clumsy but still clamored to get a set of power armor.

"Come with me!"

Murphy gave an order and walked quickly with the three girls towards the heart of the Castilla tree.

That place was in the middle below the giant tree, and one had to walk down a spiral staircase. The passage was filled with crazy fallen druids, but with the joint attack of the Warmaster's Arms, Murphy's Flaming Fist, and Murphy's Tris, they still reached the area of ​​fierce fighting after ten minutes, stepping on the dead bodies of their enemies.

The awake druids of the Giant Tree Faction had been damaged to the point where they could hardly hold the front line, but the attacks on the battlefield launched by Murphy and the Helldivers and the deadly solar bombardment made them realize that a turning point was coming, so they burst out their last bit of strength in desperation and held on until Murphy came to help.

"click"

The Warmaster's armed forces, having completed a massacre, completed a handsome deconstruction on the spot. Amid the mechanical sound of the power armor's cockpit popping out, Murphy, wearing a swordsman's robe, walked out of it.

In front of him, a female archdruid who had lost her arm bowed to Murphy with a pale face. She said with difficulty:
"Your Excellency the Chosen One of the Creators, the companion and friend of the God Avalon, the undertaker of the Mother of the Forest, the creator of the Father of Oak, you are finally here. The original shrine of the Mother of the Forest is in the secret room at the heart of the tree behind us, and Master McCaffrey is waiting for you.

Please come with me. "

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"You knew I would come?"

Murphy asked casually:

“When did you get the enlightenment?”

"Just a few hours ago, Master McCaffrey saw the Forest Mother in his dying dream, and she conveyed this prophecy to us."

The female archdruid sighed and said:

"Unfortunately, the cycle of life and death of the Forest Mother and the Oak Father was exploited by the forces of chaos. The nostalgia for the past and the suspicion of the future became the seeds of chaos. With the instigation of the conspirators, the flames of war came here, completely destroying the thousand-year watch, and causing the entire Giant Tree Cult to fall apart in the civil strife.

The traditions of the Heart of the Forest and the Druids of Transmutation fell into decline."

"No, it will not decline! There are seats reserved for you in the great cathedral of Transia."

Murphy said seriously:
"When the Oak Father arrives, the new holy land will open its arms to you. Do not resist the future, for it is a gift from fate to everyone."

As he spoke, he walked into the leaf-shaped wooden door that was tightly closed before him, which swung open.

What came into view was a passage filled with wounded soldiers and wooden coffins filled with corpses. Just from the number of coffins, one could tell what a terrible price these sober druids had paid in order to guard the heart of the giant tree.

The archdruid wasn't simply pessimistic when she said the decline of the Woodheart faction; she was stating the facts.

But the most shocking thing is still the last area of ​​the secret room in the heart of the tree, where an old male elf who has completely transformed into a "half-tree man" is waiting for Murphy.

This is Master MacAfell, the Chosen One of the Mother of the Forest and the oldest leader of all the druids in the Elven Kingdom. He fought alongside King Quirion in the ancient times a thousand years ago.

"In order to wait for your arrival, in order to see the rotation of the Mother Forest and the Father Oak, I transformed my life form into a tree to resist the call of death. I'm sorry to make you laugh at my embarrassing posture."

The elf's lower body had completely turned into plant roots, making it impossible for him to move. He could only give Murphy a bitter smile.

But the vampire lord looked at the Druid Grand Master in front of him with a subtle look. After a moment, he took out a very special identity card from his bag and handed it to the Druid Grand Master in front of him.

他 说:

"Greetings to you! Minister of Ecology and Environmental Planning of the Creation Engine Project, Mr. McCaffayle, the greatest gardener in the Eden District."

Murphy whispered:
"You may have forgotten all this, but this is exactly your identity in the last era. Before becoming the Chosen One of the Mother of the Forest, you were responsible for the heavy responsibility of making recommendations on the ecological planning of the entire world."

"Well, is that so?"

Master McCaffair looked at the ID card in his hand that had his name and photo on it.

He stroked it but could not find any trace of memory related to the past. He had forgotten everything about the past forever. This seemed to be a tragic torture. However, compared with forgetting the past, the present was obviously more important.

So this respectable Grand Master put away the inexplicable sadness in his heart, pointed at the original shrine placed on the ground in front of him, and said to Murphy:

"Please start. The Mother of the Forest is waiting, and the Father of the Oak is waiting too. Compared with such a fate, my personal past and future are nothing."

"Well, that's exactly why I came here."

When Murphy was alive, he reached out and touched the original shrine made from the roots of the world tree.

The elves used a rather exaggerated artistic technique to carve it into the appearance of the Mother of the Forest. It looked like an exquisite sculpture half a person's height, but when Murphy touched it, his perception and consciousness quietly left his body at this moment.

He seemed to have arrived in the Warp, next to the decayed and weakened body of the Forest Mother.

When he raised his head, he could see countless tree men fighting against the chaotic currents in the boundless warp battlefield before him. In the sky of this invisible land, there were the purifying rain and clouds and the thunderous roar of the Eastern Holy Spirit.

High-temperature feathers of light kept falling from the scorching sun, transforming into Quetzalcoatl's most ruthless burning rage.

Old Su and his wolf pack were fighting on the battlefield, freezing everything wherever they went.

And on the battlefield of ice and blood, Wam, holding a giant axe and a flail, laughed wildly and swung his weapons to chase a Warp Shadow trapped by the new gods. Looking at his furious look, one could tell that this unfortunate Warp Shadow must be related to the bad thing that happened when Wam was forced to self-destruct his kingdom of God.

Outside the weakened body of the Forest Mother is the protection formed by the Original Mountain created by Mother Goddess Gaia. Every time Chaos attacks this mountain, rocks slide down to form earth spirit-like warriors to fight back against them.

They're all here!
All the gods in the subspace who stand on the side of order are here!
Even Rose, who was hiding her head and showing her tail, wove a net to cover the battlefield, isolating the inside and outside of the battlefield.

Murphy looked away.

He looked at the exhausted Mother of the Forest beside him, and Hades, the King of Hell, who was standing next to the Mother of the Forest with the scythe of death in his hand. The latter was like an executioner waiting for the order to execute.

"Come on, Master Murphy. I have made preparations. When this aspect disappears, the symbol of healing will be transferred to Holy Light. That will be my reward to you."

The Forest Mother, who looked like an elf queen, used a rotten cane to support her body covered with black filthy chains. She begged Murphy:
"Come, in His presence, and under your protection, I will fulfill my destiny."

"Well, I will give you death as promised, and rebirth in the morning light of the next day!"

Murphy said in a serious tone and gestured to Hades, and the bloody desert god of death raised the scythe in his hand high, ready to complete the execution and destruction of another god on this battlefield in the subspace.

This will be the gift of death.

In the world's lament for the fall of gods, new hope will be forged.

(End of this chapter)