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Chapter 1184 1182. The spirit's underworld should be like this~
The Oak Father quickly took shape after a few moments of weakness. Relying on the behavioral constraints and symbolic shaping of the doctrines and scriptures of the Church of Avalon, His image was very different from that of the Forest Mother who had just died.

He is no longer a spirit form.

It no longer represents a specific race but has become a god of faith for all civilizations, so its external image has become diverse.

In the wind and fog formed by the essence of nature, there is a white-haired wise old man wearing a thorny robe and holding an oak staff of enlightenment. His immortal demeanor is quite similar to Gandalf's mystery, greatness and easy-goingness. Even the wizard's pointed hat is simulated vividly.

Of course!
When Brother Crow was revising the new scriptures for the Church of Avalon, he used the most popular classical wizard image from this other world to depict the wise and mysterious human form of Avalon, the Father of Oak.

Facts have proved that in terms of aesthetics, the difference between the other world and the blue planet is not that big.

If Gan Doufu can be popular in a world without magic, then his character creation will be equally popular in the magical world, especially the wonderful identity of "Maia on earth", which directly touches on the wonderful desire of the believers of the Church of Avalon to have friendship with the gods.

But this wise image turned into another tall elf wearing silver scale armor and holding an oak giant hammer in the next second as Avalon took the second step.

From the perspective of the elves' aesthetics, this image is majestic and handsome enough and gives people a strong sense of security, especially the hammer in the hands of the Oak Father, which represents His transformation from a gentle and healing mother to a protective and courageous father.

Gods are born out of symbolism.

This change in appearance is definitely not just a simple modification of the image. It also means that the Oakfather faction may become the most martial branch of faith among the elves in the future.

But there are still guardians of the wilderness creatures and the people of order in Avalon's territory just now.

Therefore, when He took the third step, His appearance changed again into a half-elf ranger holding a bow and carrying weapons, and accompanying a majestic white lion.

Its image fits perfectly with His new realm, as you can see it has symbols of both the people of order and the creatures of the wilderness.

The unique "Thousand Faces" of the God of Faith were fully displayed at this moment. The changes in the three images represented that the source of Avalon's faith had expanded from a single elf to the vast realm of elves, humans, and half-elves, allowing His expansion in terms of faith to be several times faster than before.

After the image of this god was completely confirmed, the shadows on the subspace battlefield quickly retreated.

The fact that Avalon was able to reshape his appearance in such a short time proved that the old man was well prepared. Now that He has completed His rebirth, His divine power is recovering rapidly and getting rid of His former weakness. Although it will certainly take a long time to recover to His full strength, their staying here has no strategic significance other than venting their anger and starting a war.

Just by hearing the name "Eternal War", you know that it is not something that can be ended overnight. No matter whether it is the gods of order or the shadows of the subspace, both sides have long been mentally prepared to fight a protracted war and do not need to worry about the victory or defeat and gains and losses of a day or a night.

As the shadows of the warp left one after another, the tension on the battlefield quickly subsided.

The Oak Father stood in the rippling void sea, thanking every god who came to help. There must have been some communication between them. After all, the new look that Avalon created in public was completely free from the constraints of the frontier contract.

Although He also paid a heavy price and experienced death and rebirth, this is still a case worth referring to for the new gods.

As for Murphy, he didn't stay here for long.

He had completed his role in this incident, and there were still many things waiting for him to deal with in the Great Forest of Castile. He did not have much time to waste on greeting the gods.

Although it may sound a bit Versailles to say this, Murphy's status in the eyes of the gods is indeed extraordinary.

If the Oak Father is included, then Murphy has single-handedly handled divine affairs three times, and all of them were successful. Well, no matter from which level you look at it, Mr. Administrator has already become a well-known figure in this regard.

After instructing Hades not to forget to ask for his reward from the Oak Father, Murphy withdrew and returned his consciousness to the material world.

However, at the moment of leaving the subspace, Murphy unexpectedly saw the Seed of Holy Light wrapped in flowing light in the flashing light and shadow in front of his eyes. The latter was curled up in the light like a baby.

"He" already has the most basic appearance and is quietly growing in the process of gestation. It is worth mentioning that even if it is just a flashing picture, Murphy can feel that the originally blazing and brilliant golden light has a hint of healing, loving peace.

That is the change that occurs when the symbol of healing promised by the Forest Mother is fully given.

Well, the milk knight system, one of the professional branches of the Holy Knight, has finally become complete at this moment. It is only waiting for the holy light to make its first cry in the subspace in the true sense, and then it can bestow power on those mortal travelers.

"buzz"

The next second, Murphy opened his eyes in the secret room at the heart of the Castilla tree.

He looked at the original shrine of the Mother of the Forest that he was touching. It seemed as if it had experienced thousands of years of weathering in the past few minutes. It was no longer round like the previous sculpture, and it was gray and had lost all its mystery. Even the face of the Mother of the Forest on the statue had become blurred.

The most peculiar thing was that when Murphy held this thing in his hand, everyone around him could feel a sense of sadness, death and extinction from the faded wood carving.

It's like standing in a silent cemetery at midnight, unable to feel the slightest bit of joy.

The identification entry of this thing also changed from [Sacred Object·Original Shrine of the Mother of the Forest] to [Sacred Object·Death Echo of the Fallen God]. Obviously, this is the "Certificate of the Underworld" that the Mother of the Forest left for Murphy.

“Can you feel Him?”

The vampire lord turned around and looked at the silent giant tree druids beside him.

These loyal servants of the Forest Mother were unusually silent at this moment. The holy emblem of the Forest Mother they wore was inadvertently transformed into the emblem of the Oak Father, representing that the Oak Father opened his arms to them.

But after experiencing the transformation and rebirth of the gods, these believers obviously still need some time to convince themselves to let go of the past and devote themselves to the new life in the future.

So no one answered Murphy,

However, the vampire didn't need to answer. He was just asking out of courtesy before doing something as bad as occupying someone else's nest.

"Ahem, I need to ask everyone to leave here now."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"All living people must immediately leave the area of ​​the withered Castilla tree! I will build the elves' underworld here, establish the cycle of life and death in this forest, and allow your civilization to truly enter the process of being protected by death."

"Hades?"

An archdruid's expression changed drastically and he exclaimed:
"Isn't that the Songhai people's belief? Why do you want to..."

"madness!"

At this moment, Tris became Murphy's "mouth replacement" and she scolded:

"Death and rebirth are the world rules and supernatural concepts that run through all mortal races. Just because the Songhai people were the first to implement this concept does not mean that it is a tradition unique to the Songhai people.

The existence of the underworld is a transcendent system that is above narrow racism. Not only elves, but also vampires, humans, halflings, dwarves, gnolls and even murlocs will have their own death heritage in the future, and the underworlds of various races and civilizations will eventually combine together to form a shadow that covers the present world.

Only then will the cycle of life and death in this world be perfect!
You don't need to delve into this process, and you have no power to stop His Majesty Pluto from customizing the death ritual for the elves at this moment!

Obey the order immediately and leave this withered giant tree!"

"But this is not in line with our elves' beliefs!"

The Archdruid retorted excitedly:
"We should at least discuss this matter with the gods we worship."

"Well, your gods and your companions seem to have different opinions on this. Believe me, living one, this issue has been discussed just now when I helped the Oak Father ascend to the throne.

Obviously, I don’t need to ask for your opinion on a matter like this concerning the future of civilization.”

Murphy glanced at him and gently touched the death echo of Avalon with his fingers.

Through this strong symbol of death, invisible calls and commands were imposed within the entire range of the withered giant tree. The next moment, under the astonished gaze of the archdruids, the coffins placed on the periphery began to move disturbingly.

The warriors who had died in the battles of the past ten days and their fellow druids were given "new life" by another great power at this moment. As the coffins were pushed open one by one, the dead stood up from the coffins, waving their stiff bodies and limbs.

They opened their eyes again.

The cold eyes seemed to reflect another territory that was about to be born, a territory that belonged only to the dead. "The dead are eager to rise, like ashes waiting to be rekindled."

Murphy's tone was calm and almost indifferent. He put on the airs of Pluto and said:

"After countless years of submission, the dead no longer intend to remain silent!

They want to make their own voices heard in this unfair world, and as a representative of the dead, I have enough reasons and motivation to fight for the dead in this filthy forest to get the status they deserve!

Living ones!

Are you leaving on your own?

Or do you want the dead to send you away?

Or, with a more open mind, give up your boring and unproductive life, abandon all the reasons that make you continue to live, and join the warm family of the dead here? "

As Murphy finished his words, more and more awakened dead surrounded the survivors of the Giant Tree Faction in an unfriendly manner.

But they are not puppets to be controlled.

Druids can see from the eyes of these dead people the turbulent emotions beating in their dead hearts, which are even more real, extreme and intense than the emotions of the living.

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"The underworld is eager to wake up, and its shadow looms behind every life. Leave, McCaffrey and other living people, and never come back here again, unless your time is up!"

An archdruid who had lost half of his body was leaning on a dead wood staff that was emitting a chill. His stiff face covered with scars showed a hint of resistance and warning.

他 说:

"The Mother of the Forest has fallen, and she has given her last strength to the Lord of the Underworld. The birth of the Elven Underworld is also the final will of our God. The forest with only life but no death will eventually be destroyed by wildfires, and we will become the shepherds and witherers of the afterlife, pruning the overly luxuriant branches of this forest.

Go ahead.

My brothers and sisters who are still alive.

Tell the news of our appearance to everyone who fears death, and announce to our people that death is no longer the end of their lives, and that they must learn to make good use of every day of their lives, otherwise there will be judgment when they die.

Well!
The protection and blessing of death has finally fallen upon us.

The Elven Kingdom is blessed."

This guy's words are quite philosophical, but it's a pity that the other dead people are not as good-tempered as him.

Seeing that the living elves were still unwilling to leave their holy land, the dead stepped forward and grabbed their wrists and dragged them out of the secret room. The death energy surged out from the remnant of the gods in Murphy's hands, making it impossible for the druids to even resist.

"Tree Shepherd and Wither. Wow, you elves are really full of artistic bacteria that have nowhere to go. The system you set up for your underworld is so poetic."

Murphy sighed:
"Now my warriors who walk the path of nature and elves are blessed. The new career system is open to them. But I still want to ask you, what do you imagine the elf underworld to be like?"

"Ok?"

The Archdruid of Death, who had just driven away the living, said in surprise:

"Shouldn't you be the one who makes the decision on this matter? You are the Hades of the Songhai people and Lord Huangquan of the Callum people. You have more say in this matter than all of us dead people combined."

"That's true, but the establishment of the underworld depends on the different customs and systems of different civilizations. This is not something I can intervene in. The most I can do is set up a large framework system for the underworld when it is born."

Murphy raised the Death Reverb in his hand high and said:

"So it is you, not me, who can truly decide the future structure and image of this elven underworld."

"Then shape it into a tree!"

The archdruid with half of his body missing pondered for a moment and said:

"According to our elves' tradition, if the world of the living is made up of lush forests, then the world of the dead should be the same. However, in contrast to the prosperity of the living, the symbol of the dead should be withered things."

"understood!"

Murphy nodded and began to mobilize the will of the underworld to exert it on the symbol of death in his hand.

Rich death energy burst out from the remnant in his hand, infecting the surrounding trees with a faint white light and changing their appearance. As the death energy filled the air, the dead present all let out comfortable groans.

The vampire lord suggested at this moment:

“The appearance of the underworld has been shaped, but I think the form of the elves entering the underworld after death should also be shaped in a completely different form from that of other races, so as to better demonstrate the culture of life and death of the elves.

My suggestion is to shape the souls of your people into glowing elves, let them travel through the woods on the road of the dead, and finally reach the entrance to the underworld."

"Ok?"

The Blightcaller Druids in front of him looked confused.

They had no idea what Murphy was describing, so he said to them:

"Go outside and take a look. The shape of the Elven Hades and the Tree of Rebirth that I created for you does not match your aesthetic taste. It can still be adjusted now, but once the symbol of death is integrated into the Hades, it can no longer be modified."

"Ow."

The dead still gave face to Lord Pluto. They staggered out of the tree center and came to the platform outside.

Looking up, the giant Castilla tree that was burning before has completely changed its shape.

Although the remaining destruction from the war was still visible on the giant tree, making it look quite desolate and lonely, and the huge crown had already become withered, with rotten leaves constantly falling from the crown, however, in the process of shaping the underworld in the present world, the power derived from the will of the underworld had shaped the tree into a different appearance.

New leaves began to grow on the bare branches, but they were pale leaves emitting a halo of death, symbolizing the glimmer of the afterlife flowing along the veins of each leaf, making this weathered giant tree look like it was covered with LED lights, emitting a light that could not be ignored in the darkest darkness before dawn.

It illuminates the night but fails to make people feel warm and comfortable.

On the contrary, the aura filled with the majesty of death enveloped it, causing it to lose its former motherly enthusiasm and gentleness, and transform into an elf lady with a cold and ruthless face hidden under the long dress of death.

The death druids looked up.

They saw many elves wrapped in light crossing the forest towards the Tree of Rebirth. Those were the souls of the dead elves given a new form by the underworld consciousness. They circled around every leaf of the Tree of Rebirth in an ignorant manner, absorbing the spiritual energy of death and waiting for their own judgment.

It is the same principle as the Sanghai Underworld.

Only those souls that meet the requirements can stay in the underworld for a long time, and the rest will be thrown into this forest in the form of pure spiritual essence to protect the prosperity of the elven kingdom.

"As it should be!"

The Archdruid of Death nodded with satisfaction and said:

"This is how the elves imagine the underworld to be. Lord Hades is truly a genius in this area."

He sighed like this.

At this time, at the edge of the battlefield, Xiao Ashina stared at the huge Castilla tree in front of him, which had changed its appearance drastically. This little potato exclaimed:
"Oh my god! The development team is a stitch-in-the-wall again. Nordrassil is right in front of me! Hey, be careful of the lawyer's letter!"

(End of this chapter)