My players are so fierce.

Chapter 1252 1250. Good news! Avalon's four-color team has been assembled!

Murphy holds a seed in his hand.

This thing is quite common in all things related to the faith of Avalon. Witch hunters trained by the Old Religion use seeds as spellcasting materials, and the elven druids have made great use of various seeds. Now the 300 seeds secretly sent to Transia have been stimulated and assembled, and are about to create the world's first batch of unique creations that can soar into the sky without relying on wings and psychic power.

In short, when dealing with Avalon, you have to adapt to these strange seeds, which is its "game feature".

But the seed in Murphy's hand is not ordinary.

Judging from the appearance alone, the dim starlight twinkling around it has already proved its uniqueness. In addition, the truth just revealed by Avalon has given this newly born seed some legendary color.

Although the God of Nature was vague, it was not difficult to understand from what he meant that the seed in Murphy's hand was the last "gift" from the giant tree of Afidashil, and it was undoubtedly closely related to the future of the Broken Star Realm.

Murphy stared at the Starlight Tree in his hand, then activated the item identification. The entry belonging to it appeared in front of the Vampire Governor as the characters jumped:

Title: The Dawn of Dreams: The Fading of Afidasil

Quality: Astral Wonder [Rules]

use:

Planting this seed in the psychic node of the Broken Star Realm and watering it with the energy of creation will allow the giant tree of the Star Realm to take root and sprout.

Because this item possesses the rules of [Astral Realm·Space], after the giant astral tree grows to a certain stage, its roots will extend to various areas of the currently broken astral realm and will reintegrate the broken planes until they become a complete plane again.

Because this item possesses the [Astral Plane·Life] rule, after the giant astral tree breaks through its infancy, it will trigger the tide of life to sweep across the entire plane, re-sowing the dead world and promoting the prosperity of the astral plane and the life within it.

Because this item possesses the [Astral·Stability] rule, after the astral giant tree breaks through adulthood, its body and roots will become more stable and tough, which will greatly strengthen the broken edge of the astral plane, isolate the barriers between planes again, and prevent the chaotic forces of the subspace from further eroding the astral plane.

hint!

Because this item represents the symbol of the origin of the astral world, it is soaked in the furnace of the world before planting, so that the original energy of creation can give it a unified symbol. After it is successfully sown in the astral world, it will greatly strengthen the connection between the astral world and the material world and ultimately complete the "symbiosis" of the two planes.

When the giant tree of the star realm grows to a certain stage, it can serve as a relay point for the creation engine in the star realm, and completely inherit the rules for the creation engine to transform the material world. At that time, the user with [Creator Authority·Unique] can make various rule-level modifications and plans to the new star realm just like transforming the material world.

hint!

This item is related to whether the broken star realm can be revived. Therefore, once its seeds are planted, they will inevitably attract strong interference from the chaotic forces. Administrators are requested to make sure that they can withstand the interference before deciding whether to plant the Galaxy Seed.

hint!

This item is a [unique symbol] and once damaged, it cannot be repaired.

Maker: Tree of the Sea of ​​Stars/Mother Tree/Tree of Life Afidasil & Father of Oak/Moon Girl/Storm Queen Avalon

Item description:

[What you hold in your hands is the final hope of a broken world. It is condensed from the despair of loss and the pain of death, and is handed to you by a tired mother who prayed not to fall. It once gambled everything in order to survive and rebuild its own world.

Unfortunately, it bet on the wrong chip.

This is its last chance to bet.

It chooses you.

So, your answer is.】

"Too expensive."

Murphy sighed, and tossed the seed wrapped in starlight in his hand up and down like a chip. He looked at the invisible gaze above his head and said:
"Is this the biggest disagreement between you and Afidasil? You chose different paths to try to save the dead astral world. Is this considered hedging your bets? Most importantly, did you and your original body decide on this strategy before you ascended to godhood?"

Facing Murphy's question, Avalon no longer pretended to be stupid and appeared unusually frank. He said:

"Faced with the call of the Frontier Covenant, I knew that joining it would preserve myself and leave a useful body. However, Afidasil was on the verge of death due to the collapse of the astral realm, and it did not have so many paths to choose from.

Its desire is much purer than mine.

It just wants to save the broken world and displaced souls just like it sowed life in the astral world.

That is the meaning of its birth and the meaning of its existence.

Like a blind and helpless dying mother, it would rather gamble with what it has left.

My disagreement with it arose at that time, and it turned out that my perception was correct. No matter when or under what circumstances, chaos could never do even the slightest good.

For thousands of years after that, I was trapped in the battlefield of the Warp while Afidrashil was alone in the dead star realm. We all hoped that the star realm could have a good destination, but reality is always so cruel.

It gave everything it could, but its collaborators were greedy and desired more, and all its sacrifices could not save the future of the star world.

I don't know exactly what kind of deal Aphidashir made with Chaos, but it's a safe bet that those bastards screwed with it.

The Shattered Astral Realm did not become better due to the sacrifice of the Dead Tree; it continued to lose quality.

The Warp seeks to expand, knowing that conquering the Astral Plane will bring them closer to the material world. That is their goal and the future that the New Gods and the Sentinels have been resisting.

It’s such a tragedy.”

The God of Nature paused, and He said loudly:

"The final battle between Chaos and Order will not be in the material world, nor in the Warp.

Star world!

Murphy, the star realm caught in the middle will eventually become the most intense front line of the confrontation between the two sides. From the perspective of war alone, perhaps a dead star realm is more suitable to be a battlefield. However, even ashes have the desire to be rekindled.

Astral Realm was unwilling to die in such a humiliating way, and Afidashir's choice was a manifestation of this desire.

You can help it or ignore it, but I believe that as long as you extend a helping hand, the spirits in the astral world will never let you down in the future.

I beg you!

I beg you on behalf of the dead astral realm.

Help it, help our hometown that died due to the disaster of the material world. "

"Are you worried that I will refuse? How could a god be so humble at this moment?"

Murphy rolled his eyes and said:
“But I am a partner of justice!
Do you think I would have the option to refuse such a request?
Well, well, when my warriors’ legendary story in the material world comes to an end, a super large DLC from the astral world will be opened for them, and they will have one more country that they can explore freely after completing the main storyline.

As a dog planner, I have no reason to refuse such a good thing that comes to my doorstep.

But I can’t do this for nothing.”

The Vampire Governor placed the seed that was sparkling with starlight in front of his eyes. Through the outer skin of the Galaxy Seed, he saw the light spot inside that seemed to contain the entire sea of ​​stars.

他 说:

"The legacy of the White Knight has been harnessed by the warriors of Transia. The legacy of the Red Knight will also be carried forward as the Punisher falls into the hands of Brother Meow. The broken Arbiter's Sacred Blade will be recast in the Land of Creation and sent to the right holder.

But, I feel that the three inheritances are not worthy of your Avalon's mind and eyes that are as numerous as the stars.

Therefore I ask you to create a fourth legacy.
Avalon, you've hidden a lot, which makes it impossible for me to trust you as much as before. I have to put some restrictions on you to prevent you from doing something similar in the future.

Exactly!

Rose also seeks to become the Elf God of Death.

Her outrageous personality is definitely not suitable for this, but you, who are too cunning, are not suitable either, so I ask you and Rose to complete a special cooperation, taking a little symbol from each of your fields and putting it under the Hades system! "Murphy waved his hand and said:

“I will use the power of the underworld to create an independent image of the God of Death for the elves and all beings that worship the way of nature. By the way, I will use Him as the source to create a fourth God-chosen profession for the inheritance of Avalon.

We already have the White Knight, the Red Knight, and the Grey Knight, so it is only natural that the Black Knight of Avalon should be born."

Avalon did not respond for a long time. After nearly half a minute of silence, He said:
“You are going to create a god”

"Yes, I want to create a god! And this is not the first time I have done this."

Murphy snorted and asked back:
"Don't you think I have the qualifications and authority?
What's more, Afidasil has completely perished, and the galaxy seeds it left behind have nothing to do with you on a symbolic level.

Once it is planted, with its super symbolism, it can create a powerful deity related to the life and death of all beings in the star world in minutes. I don't want Him to have anything to do with you anymore.

You will undoubtedly lead Him astray.

The fact that you were able to create three large oak holy blades proves that you are very capable in this area. So please use the Death Wood that remains in the astral world from Afidasil to create holy blades for the upcoming Black Knights.

I will name it 'The Reaper'.

Fair and indifferent death will eventually judge every life that reaches its end. "
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"bang"

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In the ruins of Castle Avalon, after the Black Holy Grail was destroyed, the power from the shadow of chaos was driven away, and the black mud-like filth was burned in the flames and disappeared in the ashes, the Knight Commander of Epirus knelt on the ground in a posture that he could not hold on any longer.

The silent Red Knight supported his broken body with the Punisher's Holy Blade. He tried his best to show the piety and dignity of a believer in his final moments.

Right beside the remains of the ancient tree, under the gaze of the surviving warriors and players, the powerful Red Knight lowered his head.

His helmet made of sacred oak fell to the ground, revealing his withered, desolate and shriveled undead face.

He is dead.

According to Ms. Gasper, he died in an attack by Chaos creatures three days before the Great Oak Saber returned to Gramaure Island.

Judging from old Finnock's experience in the New World, that was about three years ago.

"Go ahead, what are you waiting for?"

Sitting on his broken shield and panting, Sanwudou looked at the undefeated hammer in his hand with great distress. The holy hammer and heavy shield from old Finok were both severely damaged due to the erosion of chaos in the previous battle. This made Sanwudou heartbroken but he did not forget the main business.

He pushed the panting Wumiao brother on the arm, pointed at the Red Knight in front of him, and said:
"The storyline has been completed, and the battle is over. Go ahead and get your mission reward."

"I'm afraid he'll kill me with his sword."

Brother Meow Meow complained:

“That guy is so fierce!
After seeing the fighting power of the Red Knight Captain with my own eyes, let alone him, I myself feel that I am not worthy of this terrifying holy sword of war. Although we also participated in the battle, we all know that at least two-thirds of those evil creatures were killed by this tough guy.

Depend on!
Today I finally realized how powerful the Red Knight who specializes in combat is."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

Old Qu, whose wrists were shaking from firing so many times, leaned on his gun and cursed:
"You are the only Red Knight left on this continent. Even if the Knight Commander of Epirus doesn't think highly of you, who else can he give this sword to? Don't be so ungrateful. Go quickly! He's waiting for you."

At the urging of his brothers, Brother Wumiao, who was also exhausted, stood up and adjusted his oak armor.

He strode forward and half-knelt in front of the praying Knight Commander of Epirus.

He looked at the other person. There was no expression on his dry and corpse-spotted skull face, and his gray hair swayed in the wind that had become clear again on Gramore Island. When the light that had dissipated the haze shone on the ground, the body of the Red Knight Captain began to show a burning reaction like the undead coming into contact with sunlight.

Gray smoke drifted in his armor, causing him to open his eyes and look at Brother Meowth in front of him.

Those turbid eyes without any light were filled with scrutiny and dissatisfaction. That hint of dissatisfaction made Brother Wumiao's heart beat wildly, for fear that the Red Knight Captain would use the holy blade to hit his "unworthy disciple".

But in the end, he didn't receive that sword blow.

On the contrary, under the gaze of Brother Wumiao, the Knight Commander of Epirus let out a sigh of death, shook his head, raised the Holy Blade of the Punisher in both hands, and handed it to the person in front of him.

As Lao Qu said.

Right now, Brother Wumiao is the only Red Knight left on the continent. Even if he performs averagely in this "assessment", the Red Knight Leader does not have many choices.

"Inherit it, wield it, nurture it, and then, glorify it."

The silent Red Knight Captain spoke in a dry voice. Brother Wumiao straightened his chest, took the scarlet oak holy blade in front of him with both hands, and said loudly:
"I swear by my name, my faith, and my life that I will practice the way of the Red Knight! No matter which world I am in, I will not fear danger, fight against the strong and help the weak, speak for justice, and wield the sword for the weak!"

"Oh my god."

The Undead Knight said in despair at this moment:
"That's the White Knight's code, you idiot! No wonder you're so weak. Sigh, what kind of guy did I entrust the sacred object to?"

He raised his hand.

As his entire body collapsed into ashes in the sunlight, he reached out and placed his hand on Wu Miaoge's shoulder. He stared at the ashamed little player in front of him and said with his last bit of strength:
"You are the Red Knight. Remember, fighting is your vocation and your only vocation! When your courage roars and your anger burns, forget about unnecessary constraints, justice, faith and rules.
Forget them!

Go fight, Meow King.

For the sake of everything in the world and for yourself, for the wish you originally set and for that one commandment.

Go fight!
We are the Red Knights!

It is not our responsibility to protect, arbitrate or judge, only to fight.

When your enemies are wiped out, you will be the undisputed embodiment of justice."

His body collapsed along with his armor, and the hand on Brother Wumiao's shoulder turned into dust, leaving only the cold armor. The Knight Commander's former squire, the mayor of Deadwood Town, Senaudis, limped to the wreckage of the Knight Commander, dragging his halberd.

This strange vegetative person with a flower on his head sat down on the ground.

Like his Knight-Master, he is also a man who is dead but still fights.

This crazy guy let his body extend roots into the ground, and at the final death of the armored tree, he raised his head and said to meow brother:
"As a human being, why do you have to think so much? I can feel that you are suppressing the beast in your heart and putting shackles on it with your own hands. This way you cannot become an outstanding Red Knight.

Release it.

At least in this world, he can become the Punisher of Avalon.

Ah, Glamour Island! A great natural sanctuary."

In the sunshine, Mayor Senodis opened his arms to embrace the sun before him. His arms turned into branches in the light. In his last breath, he said:

"God, we have finally fought this battle for you. God, we can finally step into eternal rest."

Behind the mayor of Deadwood Town, the staggering vegetative townspeople also took root in the ground and transformed into strange-looking oak trees surrounding the Fallen Land of Epirus.

Brother Wumiao stood up, holding the Great Oak Sacred Blade in his hand, and bowed to salute the last defenders of Grammoth Island.

He obtained the Red Knight's special weapon and unlocked the path to becoming the Chosen One.

However, he was not happy.

His friends were not happy either.

Oh, what a bunch of pretentious guys.

(End of this chapter)