Chapter 25 Vision
In the vision of Vision, the Druid saw countless golden lines hanging from the sky, connecting to everyone.
That is the thread of fate, and it is said that the other end of the thread lies in the hands of Death and Destiny.
The druid did not pay attention to the other threads, but carefully stared at the thread connecting the holy symbol and the dove.
Suddenly, his vision sank, as if he was plunging into icy water.
His vision flew upward along the unique line of fate, as if he had flown out of the forest in an instant and reached high altitudes. Even the curved horizon in the distance could be seen, until he flew out of the entire planet.
He saw the stars twinkling in the dark void, but that unique line of fate showed an unparalleled presence that could not be ignored.
The druid took a deep breath and reached out to pluck the thread of fate.
This time, the thread of fate took him quickly past among the stars, and huge planets seemed to appear and disappear in his field of vision. Until the planet shrunk into a ball behind it, and turned into a large galaxy that couldn't even fit in the eye.
At this time, he was pulled by the thread of fate and plunged into the chaotic nebula, and the mist of ever-changing colors flashed rapidly in front of his eyes.
He knew that this was the wall of the world, the Phlogiston Sea.
In the changing light and mist, he saw majestic mountains and cascading waterfalls, and the cry of cranes seemed to be right next to his ears. But the next second, he saw colorful beams of light emitted from the spacecraft that could sail in the void, and countless people perished in the void.
His head was about to explode, and all the incomprehensible and incomprehensible images were flashing in the mist.
When he came back to his senses, he saw countless crackling lightnings bursting towards the depths of chaos. There seemed to be some pattern, but this was beyond the Druid's understanding.
The golden thread of fate is beside him. The Druid knows that the Demon King is on the other end of the line, and he is only one step away from the truth.
Even if the scene he just saw was enough to destroy the Druid's outlook on life and make him realize that this god is definitely not an existence that can be easily peeked into, but for the sake of the forest and the tribe, the Druid cannot back down!
He put his hand on the golden thread of fate again, and in an instant, his vision plunged into the depths of chaos.
In the hazy lightning and endless chaos, he seemed to see a pair of slightly glowing eyes and heard a crisp sound of 'click, click'.
The sound was deafening, each blow hit his heart, and his brain went blank.
The druid knelt down unconsciously, even though the eyes were not looking at him at all. But just as an ant notices that there is a terrifying and huge creature like an elephant around him, his worldview is torn to pieces in an instant, and his reason screams.
What is that sound?
Weapons?
Some kind of machinery?
Or a toy?
The druid suddenly had a realization that for this god, no matter whether they were mortals, other gods, or even the entire world, they were just playthings in his hands.
God does not play games unless the game is of His own making.
The druid regretted it. He prayed that the memory in his mind would disappear. He should not have seen such a terrifying picture, and he should not have delved into the reality of the world.
When his consciousness was almost destroyed, Druid noticed that the eyes glowing in the chaos turned towards his direction...
–‐‐——–‐‐——
The tree elves present did not dare to take a breath and stared at the Druid with bated breath. He seemed motionless and turned into a wooden man. He maintained the posture of reaching out to touch the holy symbol for more than ten seconds.
When using the innate ability of vision, although the user feels that it will take a long time, in fact it is only a moment. There has never been such a long vision before.
Just as everyone was considering whether to push Druid to wake him up, Druid fell to the ground with a bang.
He was trembling all over, as if every inch of flesh and blood in his body was trembling. Sweat quickly wetted the fur on his body, and his eyes were filled with fear as if they had no focus.
No matter how others called his name, the druid didn't respond. It wasn't until the tree elf elder took out a bottle of ointment from the cabinet behind him and applied it on the druid's temples and forehead that he seemed to slowly come back to his senses. . His body was still trembling. Druid looked around to confirm that he was really back, and let out a deep breath.
"This god... No, this demon king is more powerful than any god I have ever seen. I can't describe him in words, but I know clearly that if he wants to destroy the Far Forest, it will be like squeezing a little one to death. Easy as a bug.”
"What exactly did you see?"
"There are many, many images that I can't understand."
Druid covered his head:
"But I seem to have forgotten the most important thing. He is so great. My brain instinctively deleted that memory."
The tree elves all looked at each other. This kind of thing had never happened before.
Looking directly at the gods is indeed very risky, but it will not make the brain instinctively forget. The druid must have seen an extremely terrifying picture that mortals cannot understand.
"But one thing I can be sure of is that the Demon King God is still very powerful, more powerful than any other god. Time has not erased his divine power."
It's good news to be able to confirm this, but whether to ask the Demon King God for help, and whether others are willing to help is another question.
Everyone was about to discuss it again, when they saw the druid who had returned to his seat and the pigeon named Xiaobai starting to coo again, as if they had said a few words.
Then the druid said to the others with an expression of disbelief: "This pigeon just told me that the voice of the Demon King was echoing in its heart, and it hoped to convey the words of the Demon King through it. "
"What!"
"Why should you follow us!"
"It was brought by that pigeon! It is a follower of the Demon King God!"
I was still hesitating whether to ask this demon king for help, but everyone actually saw it.
"quiet!"
The tree elf elder knocked on the table again to silence the others who were panicking.
At the critical moment, the old man who has seen strong winds and waves is still reliable. The tree elf elder said:
"Now that attention has been paid to it, we may have no choice."
The power of the Plague Goddess has already given them a headache. If they refute the Demon King God's face at this time and make Him unhappy, it will be a mountain of swords and a sea of fire.
In this case, it's better to just bite the bullet and go for it.
"Please tell the Demon King God that as long as the woodland can exist for a long time, as long as the tree elves can continue to prosper, we are willing to pay any price."
The druid was about to relay it when he heard the pigeons start cooing again.
One person and one pigeon, you coo and I coo. After a while, the druid said:
"The Demon King said, I want to know what happened. Let us talk about what happened without having to coo with the pigeons." Gugu, he can see it.”
"......."
You don’t even know anything about co-writing, right?
Are you, the Demon King, too nosy?
We almost pissed ourselves!
A series of complaints echoed in the heart of the tree elf, but he just didn't dare to say...
(End of chapter)