Chapter 278 278. May you walk through the shadow of death
The elven orchestra is in front regulating the rhythm of the earth, and behind them are the oak trees and apprentices sent by Croya.
Of course, special magical landforms need to be monitored and guarded, and then developed into various experimental facilities.
For example, take the magical landform in front of the oak tree now.
It is rising white mist. The wisps of mist form a gushing spring on the surface. A translucent light curtain can be vaguely seen inside, protecting the white crystal stone at the core.
"It can't be wrong."
"This is the spring of the atmosphere."
The oak tree gently touched the white mist with its branches, and the tender green branches immediately spread A layer of frost.
It cut off the branch without any care, and then another one grew.
The most powerful thing about Orpheus Oak is its ductility.
For it, any part can grow at will. As long as it still has magic power, it can basically survive unless all its branches and roots are burned out in an instant.
After confirming that this was the atmospheric spring, he told the apprentices following him: "The atmospheric spring can produce an atmospheric crystal, which is the main material of the flying scroll.
If you collect it The quantity is large enough, and you can also ask Croya’s sacred object creation team to make wings of prayer for you.
Now, start collecting.”
The apprentices were divided into several people immediately. He came out and carefully began to set up an automatic mining machine around this large atmospheric spring - it was a legume plant.
Its roots are extremely thin and long, and look very close to human fingers. After falling to the ground, they begin to pierce into the soil and surge towards the large air spring.
If you could see through the soil, it would be like holding the entire spring in your hands.
"What a magical creation." Of course the oak tree can see the changes under the soil. It sighed: "Use the flexible roots to peel off the magical elements, and then materialize these elements through the fruits."
Even now, it cannot imagine how Croya cultivated these magic plants to create such a miracle.
It touched its chest.
There is the golden light that Croya once left for it, which still warms its soul like the sun, allowing it to enjoy the light of the sun all the time.
After sighing for a moment, it continued to move forward:
“Let’s keep walking.”
For the next part of the journey, it took the apprentices to monitor and mine one after another. There are magical landforms such as submerged springs, miniature volcanoes, quicksand mines, etc.
Just when it was about to move forward in one go to keep up with the elves, news suddenly came back from the front——
"Teacher Oak! Poseidon's barley fields... are all withered!"
After hearing these words, Oak's face suddenly changed - the real trunk turned white.
Poseidon barley is now the most basic staple food, and tons of it are consumed every day. If there is a problem with Poseidon barley fields, it will definitely be the most troublesome thing.
It didn’t care about these magical landforms and quickly rushed to the wheat field of Poseidon Barley.
When it arrived here, the elf band had stopped here, and all the elves spread out, looking at the withered barley.
The leader of the Gopher wood elf had a serious face, looking exactly like a smaller version of Croya.
The oak tree and the Gopher Wood Elf looked at each other, nodded silently, and looked around.
The Poseidon barley, which originally grew vigorously like a forest, has all withered now, and the blue wheat leaves have turned yellow and drooped feebly.
Dead silence... Absolute silence filled this vast ten-hectare Poseidon barley planting area.
No one is alive, they are all dead!
How many people can feed a ten-hectare planting area?
Now Oak's face was not only white, but almost his whole body had turned white. It directly transformed from the emerald green oak tree to the white oak tree, which was still pale and pale.
It immediately made a natural perception of these barleys.
But it didn’t get any accurate answers. It only knew that the barley seemed to have withered because it could not adapt to the pulse of the earth.
But why did everything suddenly wither? The earth has obviously been uncoordinated for some time. Is it just a prelude at the beginning, and will the real disaster break out next?
The Gopher wood elf on the side came over and whispered: "I couldn't hear their screams when they died. It seemed that death happened in an instant."
The oak tree said: "Other places Where are the fields?"
"It's okay."
"But look at this first." The Gopher Wood Elf casually drew a curtain of light. The scene inside is another field of Poseidon Barley.
To be precise, it is the Poseidon barley fields that have been transformed by Croya. They are still growing lush and green, and each wheat plant is like a tall tree, with heavy ears.
Oak's eyes suddenly widened.
In other words, all the unmodified Poseidon Barley died, but the transformed Poseidon Barley still survived.
If this is really the case...
It immediately sent someone to call Miffin who was conducting data measurements in various places, and then showed him two places without saying a word. Very different fields.
Of course Miffyin is not stupid. He was shocked and said: "Poseidon barley is a necessity for the harvest priests to preach to various places.
Today it is considered the main food crop in most seaside countries across the continent.
If they all really withered, things would get even worse. "
The Gopher Wood Elf looked directly at the former bishop of the Church of the Earth and asked unceremoniously: "Why do you want to spread this crop? ”
“Don’t tell me you’re just doing it so people can eat more.
Mr. Miffin...listen to the lamentation of the earth! ”
Now it really needs an answer, and it feels the pain more deeply, so it doesn't mind having a bad attitude at all.
It gently stroked the strings, and then pointed a finger at Mifein, and the rhythm of the earth pulled by it was instantly transmitted into Mifein's mind.
It was the earth being snatched away by two forces in turn, as if it was being torn apart, and the screams were so heavy but also so powerless.
"..."
Miffin certainly knows what this is. This is the reason for the chaos on the earth, and it is the truth that he has never dared to touch.
He sighed deeply. At this moment, his hair began to fade, as if it was losing its golden harvest color.
For believers, faith can be very strong, but it can also be very fragile, especially for some special believers, such as Mifein.
Do you believe in the earth and harvest or the Mother Earth?
Now we have the answer.
He fell to the ground slumped, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and fell straight down his cheeks to the ground. A smear of fly ash splashed on the dry and cracked earth and disappeared without a trace.
He smiled bitterly and said: "This is the gift of the Mother Goddess."
"Let the magic plants degenerate into crops that can be sown by mortals."
"It started a long time ago, and now A total of more than thirty crops have been spread, including Poseidon barley, golden rice, barren potatoes..."
"These crops can survive in environments where the same kind of crops cannot grow."
As he talked, the symbol of the harvest aura belonging to the Mother Earth, that is, the golden hair on his body became increasingly dim.
It was as if it had lost all color and turned gray-white, like a dying old man.
"Huh..."
His breath seemed to become weaker as the color left. In the end, he even had to support the ground with one hand to barely breathe. The sound was like a leaky bellows.
This is the price of betraying faith.
The power of the gods will grant you power and energy that are difficult for ordinary people to obtain, but once you betray the gods, these will be taken back, and the backlash will follow.
If Miffyin was not quite young to begin with, but was a middle-aged and elderly bishop who relied on the power of gods to survive, his soul would be withered by now.
There was pity in the oak tree's eyes, and it was also a little strange. Why did it still not leave after hearing these things?
"Alas."
The Gopher wood elf was about to play the harp, but suddenly a figure appeared in the light beside him, and his hand covered with brilliant light was placed on Mifein on the shoulders.
The latter immediately felt a warm power injected into his body, with vitality, and even the disappearance of the Harvest Spiritual Energy was slowed down.
Miffin raised his head and saw Croya who was smiling.
The light and the sun are behind him, but they seem to be the light emitted by him, warm and bright, but able to look directly at them.
"I have known for a long time that you will be rejected by the power of the Mother Goddess of the Earth, so... consider changing your faith?"
"How about the earth, for example?"
Croya's voice was filled with a smile, and he stretched out his hand to wave to the Gopher Wood Elf, who then turned into the form of a harp.
Then the elves and mermaid princes scattered around also gathered around him, like stars surrounding the sun, and began to sing.
The most hard-working among them is the Houtu Potato Elf. The elves sang and danced, led by the authentic "Poetry of Rainbow Colors".
As a result, the ground beneath their bodies is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and dry cracks are being repaired.
The rhythm of the earth was instantly repaired by their wishes and magic, and a khaki glow spread over Mifein's body.
"You see."
"In fact, it is only the Mother Goddess who hates you, not the earth itself. It can feel your grief and guilt."
"It is still willing to lose you The power is returned to you, even though it has been tortured both physically and mentally by the battle between the two gods."
The gentle earth-yellow light covers Mifein's body, like a mother. Hug him.
There is no obvious sound and light effect, not even comparable to the light emitted by secondary magic, but divine power is continuously injected into Mifein's body.
At this moment, the power he lost resurfaced like a tide, turning his hair into a deeper golden color.
His tears continued to drip down, his lips trembled, and he was completely speechless - only now did he truly feel the embrace of the earth.
This is the real power of the earth!
It will embrace everything and nourish all life growing on the earth just like the sun in the sky.
Chloë looked on, feeling very relieved.
In fact, he had been prepared for a long time. If Miffy's power of divine favor disappeared, he would personally take action to solve the matter.
With the power of the Gopherwood elves and other elves, it is definitely enough to borrow the gifts of the earth. This is the real earth, not the gods who rely on its authority.
‘Speaking of which, this was found on the Orpheus oak tree. ’ He glanced at the oak tree next to him.
The divine favor of Orpheus Oak is actually very special. It was obtained after healing the earth. The subject of the blessing is actually the earth, not the Mother Earth.
At that time, he had some vague ideas, but it was not until he communicated with Miya that he finally determined the relationship between the earth and the Mother Goddess of the Earth.
Just like the relationship between light and the sun.
Oak noticed Croya's gaze, and was about to ask strangely, but suddenly felt something.
I saw that Miffyin, who was supposed to have completely recovered, was actually fading again, and even turned into gray.
The color is exactly the same as the dead leaves.
At the same time, he also exuded a power that made him feel very fearful.
Gray and black, with a haze.
That is the power of death!
Mifein is accepting the power of death!
"..." Croya narrowed his eyes and cast a magic called Crystal Cage without hesitation.
The shining crystal immediately formed a cage around Mifein, locking him inside. Of course, the magic power of death did not escape.
This is a kind of alchemical magic that requires high-purity magic crystals to be cast. Once cast, a prison made of crystal can be formed.
The prison has a strong magic isolation ability, can be used for defense, and can also be used to prevent the mage from escaping.
After the crystal prison was formed, Croya looked at the black magic flowing in Miffy's body and muttered to himself: "Why."
"It shouldn't be the power of the earth. How can there be the power of death? Has the earth really mutated? "
If the earth has really mutated to this extent, he should consider raising half of the North into the sky. .
At this time, Croya felt a weak mental power fluctuation coming from the ground under his feet -
"The sun..."
"He will be my traveler, will He who walks through the valley of the shadow of death will not suffer, for my rod will be with him. "
'O earth..." Croak was relieved.
A thorn tree suddenly grew next to Mifein, and finally turned into a wooden staff about half a person's height, which Mifein held in his hand.
The crystal prison shattered silently.
"Pfft!"
The thorns pierced his palm and came out directly. The blood flowed along the thorn tree to the ground, intertwined with the black mist.
‘This wooden stick is...’ Croya narrowed his eyes.
【Death Thorn Wood (Death Shadow Walker·Operation)】
[This magic plant is a gift from the "earth". The being who controls this magic plant will gain the power of the God's favored "Shadow Walker of Death". 】
If Mifein was the kind of holy son who looked very holy at first glance and could make people like him... then at this moment he became a person of death that made people shudder.
His brilliant golden hair has all turned gray and is hanging casually on his shoulders. Although his appearance is still handsome, it makes people feel very uneasy.
Even Croya would feel a little uncomfortable looking at him - this is the instinctive reaction of life to death. It doesn't even have anything to do with his "Poetry of Rainbow Colors". It is a life that feels fear and fear of death. disturbed.
He stood up, looked at Croya quietly, and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your help, my friend."
"I will atone for the evil consequences of the despicable gods."
After speaking, he knocked on the thorn stick in his hand.
A circle of ripples spread out directly from his wooden staff.
When Ripple came into contact with the dead Poseidon Barley, Barley miraculously came back to life.
They became tall and straight again, and the ears of wheat fell heavily on the branches. They seemed to be more energetic than before they died.
"..."
Chloë was surprised.
Is this the resurrection technique in the miracle technique?
No...miracles come with a price!
He suddenly looked at Miffyin and found that the latter's hair seemed to have become whiter, almost transparent, and at the same time, a dark ring appeared on his head.
It looked like an angel's ring, but it was filled with the smell of death.
——The "death" of those barleys was absorbed by Mifein!
"Miracles always come with a price." He sighed: "You don't have to choose this path. A good harvest may be more suitable than death."
He stretched out his hand , a small sunflower silhouette quietly appeared in the white palm, and the four colors of light shone around the flower disk.
“My friend, you still have a choice.”
"You can also change your faith."
"Although it is still very weak, its potential in the future is strong enough."
Cloya sincerely hopes that Miffy can accept it My own good intentions. The power of death is too painful, much more painful than thorns directly piercing the body.
He will consider everything about his friends.
But Mifein smiled and shook his head gently to refuse: "I am very grateful for your kindness."
"But I can no longer pretend to turn a blind eye and watch the despicable gods pollute the earth again. I will walk on the earth with His will.
My journey will only end when my blood awakens the vitality of the earth. "
He walked up to Croya and said very apologetically: "I can't even give you a goodbye hug."
"Really?" Croya blinked. Blinking his eyes, he reached out and hugged Mifein: "My friend, I hope you can complete your journey of faith."
The light emanating from his body is nothing like the death breath from Mifein's body. There was no barrier, and there wasn't even any conflict. The Oak Mermaid Prince and the elves who were watching were stunned.
Croya patted Mifein on the back and said in his ear:
"In order to make your journey smoother, I want to give you a gift."
"If You can't hold on anymore... If the pressure of the earth and endless death want to swallow you up, then come and be a guest in my paradise."
He made a colorful brilliance like a leaf. The small ticket was stuffed into Mifein's pocket.
"Please remember, it will always be valid."
"Just like the promise I made to you."
After saying that, he let go of Mifein, took a few steps back and waved to the other party.
"..."
Miffy felt the warm smell of tickets in his pocket, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
He had no tears left to shed. He could only smile and wave to Croya, then slowly turned around, holding the thorn stick and leaving the North step by step.
There is no need to say thank you.
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(End of this chapter)