Inside the ancient tree of life.
The annual rings of the ancient tree of life suddenly ooze amber resin.
These sticky liquids solidified in the air, and Ye Yan looked like he did back then.
"fake"
The elf girl suddenly reached out and crushed the phantom, and the broken resin scratched her pale cheek.
"Ahhhhh!"
"Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?"
She pressed her cheek against the cold crystal wall, and the morning dew on her eyelashes turned blood red:
“You are mine!”
The girl grabbed the cloth and took a deep breath, but the fabric carbonized the moment it touched her lips:
"You can only be mine."
Her pupils suddenly split into compound eyes, and each lens reflected Ye Yan at a different period of time.
“Do you know how I spend my days?”
"wait for me".
"Aren't we going to fight against God together?!"
"Why would you rather look for those inferior races?"
"Oh, I seem to be broken-"
"say something!"
The elf girl shouted at Ye Yan who was sealed:
"Do you know how I have lived these past tens of thousands of years?"
"Just wait for me."
"You made me wait for tens of thousands of years. Why?"
After her heart-wrenching roar, the girl suddenly became quiet and put her ear against the cracking seal wall.
When she heard the subtle sound of blood mist flowing, she smiled innocently like a child:
“Don’t make me wait too long this time.”
Her entire body suddenly turned into crystal and merged with the sealing barrier.
When the last green leaf on the hair fell, two figures could be vaguely seen overlapping in the depths of the emerald—
One is a crazy girl, and the other is a boy's silhouette made of blood mist.
. . .
At this time, on the other side, in the Shen Yun Forest.
A man and a dragon were running out of the forest at a very fast speed.
The withered wisteria suddenly wrapped around Arthur's ankles, and the branches that should have been soft were now like dried blood vessels.
Wherever Helen's dragon tail swept, the charred ground cracked into spider-web-like patterns, and emerald-colored mucus oozed out of every crack.
“My name is Arthur.”
When Arthur cut the vines, he found that the juice on the blade was corroding the sword pattern.
"oh?"
The dragon girl chuckled and caught the falling leaves with her scales. The leaves turned into gold powder the moment they touched her skin.
"The North Wind Empire used three dragon tombs to train this brave warrior."
Her vertical pupils suddenly shrank into blade shapes.
"Is this how miserable you look?"
Arthur took a half step back while protecting Elena, and his boot heels sank into the suddenly sandy ground:
"you--"
“Helen.”
The dragon girl shattered the attacking dead vines with a snap of her fingers, and what spurted out from the broken parts was not juice but blood mist.
“The rest,”
She suddenly tore off a scale and threw it into the void, and the scale burned runes in the air.
“I don’t want to say.”
The unconscious Elena suddenly twitched, and the ends of her hair turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Arthur discovered that Elina was rapidly aging and her vitality was fading, so he hurriedly injected holy power into her:
"what happened?!"
Ancient runes suddenly lit up on Helen's dragon horn, reflecting the horror happening within a hundred miles.
The towering ancient trees complete their thousand-year life cycle in the blink of an eye, new saplings wither and die in the blink of an eye, and poisonous mushrooms burst out from the rotten trunks.
“The authority of life is activated.”
she sneered.
"This is impossible!"
Arthur's holy sword suddenly slipped out of his hand and stabbed into the ground, and the jewel of truth embedded in the hilt gave rise to the phantom of the world tree collapsing:
"Authority clearly follows the World Tree."
"Who told you that?"
Helen suddenly grabbed Arthur's neck, and ice flowers bloomed from the wound where the dragon claws pierced.
"Even if we return to the origin." The whole sky suddenly began to rain emerald green rain, and the raindrops condensed into cocoons the moment they touched Elena.
Helen shook Arthur off:
"Can also usurp again!"
“But this requires.”
"Run!"
Helen suddenly revealed her true form as a half-dragon, and the scales on her back grew backwards into bone spurs.
When she grabbed the two people and leaped high into the sky, the place where they were standing suddenly collapsed into a vortex that swallowed up lives.
Arthur's arms suddenly felt lighter, and he discovered that Elena's skirt was decomposing into light particles.
Helen's warning came with the sound of dragon wings tearing through the air:
"You may be able to survive with the Holy Light"
The dragon breath she exhaled froze the blood vines that were chasing her.
"But the soul of this human woman has begun to collapse."
Hearing Helen's words, Arthur immediately sped up.
She had many doubts and questions.
But for her, the most important thing at this moment is to protect the people entrusted to her by her savior.
No matter what the cost.
No.
Perhaps, she has nothing left to lose.
Arthur's ring suddenly burst, and the stored holy power rushed into Elena's body frantically.
When the last ray of light was exhausted, Elina's life was finally stabilized.
. . .
The rotting birch trees suddenly exploded into sawdust, and Helen's dragon tail plowed deep furrows in the dead leaves.
Her pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, and her nostrils flared as she caught the stench of rotten meat and magic crystals:
"Stop!"
Arthur staggered and held onto the crystallized tree trunk, while Elena in his arms groaned in pain.
He followed Helen's line of sight and saw a dozen human figures crawling out of the poisonous mushroom bushes.
The adventurers' joints were twisted at strange angles, and purple-red blood vessels were wriggling like worms under their skin.
"Women. Fresh women."
The leading heavy swordsman had a prolapsed jaw, and his exposed tongue was covered with eyeballs.
Flesh whiskers sprouted from the cracks in his rusty armor, and the tip of each whisker split into a suction cup-like mouthpart.
"Looking for death!" Helen snorted coldly.
“No, they are being controlled.”
Arthur tried to stop it, but it was too late.
Helen's dragon claws tore through the air, creating an ice crystal storm, and the first thief who rushed over was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture.
Arthur's holy sword had just been unsheathed for three inches when he saw the archer's head vaporize in the dragon's breath.
The headless body continued to run forward for seven steps before falling down.
“They are being controlled!”
Arthur's healing barrier bounced off the splattering poisonous blood, and the emerald blood beads eroded honeycomb-shaped holes on the light curtain.
"Oh"
The dragon girl crushed the chest of the last mage, and the moment the spine pierced her boots, it turned into ashes:
"Does the brave man want to hold a funeral for them?"
She kicked away the still twitching severed hand at her feet.
"you"
"What are you!"
Helen seemed to know what Arthur wanted to say, her eyes darkened and she glared back at him.
"Do you know how to change them back?"
"But we won't kill them like this. We can just bypass them."
"Humph"
Helen sneered.
“这就是勇吗？”
"Have you ever thought about what would happen if other innocent people encountered them?"
After hearing what Helen said, Arthur didn't know what to say for a moment.
No.
There is simply no way to refute it.
More footsteps came from all directions.
Night elves with purple pupils leapt down from the treetops, and lizardmen with scales growing inversely emerged from the dungeons.
The rotten pine cones suddenly burst open, and out flew a swarm of poisonous bees - a human face pattern emerged from the abdomen of each bee.
"Should we sing a requiem for them now?" (End of chapter)