Chapter 235: What a Big Tree
Chapter 234 – What a Big Tree
Gao Wen had been fighting the strange beasts on the outskirts of the Blighted Trail for the past few days.
Technically speaking, it was abusive.
And it was the kind of abuse at the level of a blaster hitting a mosquito.
His aim was to exhaust the energy in his body as quickly as possible, so that it could be replaced with a new one.
Although paladins possessed the characteristic of “as long as one’s faith is strong, there will be an endless supply of holy light”.
However, the place was filled with fog, covering the sun, which was not conducive to his energy recovery.
Therefore, he managed to keep the energy in his body flowing for several rounds.
Now that the holy light from the outside world was consumed, he was able to control the peaceful local holy light better.
This time, he had brought Gawain to the Gitil farm to try out his current control.
The airship arrived at the edge of the farm, where Dylan had already been waiting for a long time.
Heine said helplessly.
They were all ablaze!
The golden flames were like burning willows, spreading from waist to head and tail.
The Sun Knight took a deep breath, looked at the foggy sky, and nodded.
Heine couldn’t help but sigh.
“Good.”
Gawain took an uncontrolled step forward, and holy light instantly spread out from his body.
Heine shook her head:
“The old man is currently the only one who is free from the control of transcendental energy, and I need his resolving spell – for the holy light, not the Shadow’s version.
However, when it was two or three meters away from the body, it abruptly retracted again.
In the blink of an eye, the creatures were scattered about in charred black form.
However, there was still a faint trace of golden light that escaped.
In the end, it was still because he hadn’t learned his art well.
If he had completely digested the old master’s research notes, wouldn’t he be able to “consult and operate” on Gao Wen instead?
Half of it was held back, half of it was shame.
“Ready?” Heine looked toward Gawain.
Gawain’s face was flushed red, like he was trying his best to control it.
Heine winked at Dylan.
Dylan fell silent.
Seeing him with such a headache, Dylan asked:
Heine rubbed the surface of the bronze mirror, waited for his mental powers to fully recover, and dipped his senses into it once more.
It pushed out slowly like a ripple, crashing into the row of undead creatures.
“No, it’s me who wants the old man to meet him.”
Dylan: “I’m going back, you take him too.”
“No way! Never let him in!”
……
Gao Wen blushed.
“Okay, okay, I’ll go now.”
Thanks to that, he thought he could properly control the holy light, but as a result, he still couldn’t help but want to overpower the undead as soon as he saw them.
“Ready.”
In his perception, Gawain’s “sense of chicanery” had been greatly reduced after these days of frantic blue draining.
“Things are more troublesome than I thought ah ……”
“Why does he have to meet the old man?”
“I asked Sabelia, he said that in order to accomplish this, his and the old man’s research results must be superimposed, and it’s not as simple as doing addition.”
The latter snapped his fingers, the barrier separating the dead aura was removed, and a group of hideous looking rotting corpses and skeletons suddenly burrowed out of the cornfield behind him, with the eerie dead aura coming out of their bodies.
This could only be attributed to the overly strong aggressiveness of the holy light, even if it was weakened.
“I need Gawain to get rid of the holy light so he can get some of his secrets out instead of being burned to death by mind fire if he opens his mouth rashly.
How can such a dangerous man be as harmless as Linumu ……
Allowing the paladin to get as close as he did was his limit.
No matter what, he wouldn’t allow this place to turn back into a sunshine farm.
Dylan was decisive.
In the evening, the study of the lord’s house.
Wow-
Stepping on the dark ground again, Heine, wrapped in a bark coat, seemed to be one with the place.
In front of him was the familiar sky and stars.
He hadn’t come in much these days and had long gotten used to it.
Today he intended to go farther.
Not only did he have Quilcus’ experience fighting pollution, but he was also certified as a “Hathar” by the ground here.
Of course, the main thing was that Thanatos didn’t seem to care much.
He didn’t believe that Hades’ eyes were on every inch of the land.
…
Some time later, Heine finally made it over the nearest short hill in view.
It opened up in front of him.
Especially in the distance, there was a river of green rushing through the sky.
Countless wandering souls burrowed in and out of the river, fluttering about.
The scene was full of eerie visual impact.
“This is probably the Blasphemous Spirit River, isn’t it?” Heine thought to himself.
As he subconsciously thought, “I’m going to get closer to this river,” he crossed thousands of meters with a casual step.
The distance between him and the river shortened drastically.
Heine looked down in surprise, but unfortunately, he couldn’t release his senses.
“Could it be that the reason …… was able to send me back quickly last time was because it sensed the thought ‘I want to go back’?”
He developed a sense of vestigial …… The black mud under his feet was answering his own “prayer”.
Relying on the help of the ground, he quickly reached the banks of the Blasphemous Spirit River.
Those green wandering souls that were originally perched at the river’s edge each fearfully moved away from him, letting out a burst of incomprehensible hissing.
Repulsive Soul Curse, line!
Heine strutted closer to the river.
The river wasn’t as filthy as he had imagined, instead it was very clear.
He could see individual illusory swimming souls in illusory shapes expanding and becoming brighter and brighter in it.
This is undoubtedly the legendary “hanging pulp”.
But when he reached down and scooped up a shovelful of water from the river, what he got out was a silty, muddy fluid.
“Interesting ……”
Just as Heine was about to shake off the mud, they suddenly wriggled and formed a line:
“Come to me.”
Heine shook off the silt violently, and coolness crawled up his back.
Just then, countless wandering souls flew out of the river and formed the same line of words on the surface:
“Come to me.”
This time it was in Elvish ……
Heine looked back in the direction from which he had come, and then up this river.
If he remembered correctly, this was the direction to Mourning Wood Valley.
It was almost the same direction as when he met with Gray that day.
After a slight hesitation, Heine decided to go ahead and take a look.
It wasn’t just his intuition that made him make this decision, but also Quirkus, who was bound to his soul.
The moment it touched the sludge, the Quirkus seedling inside his body shook violently.
“I want to travel upstream.”
Heine thought so, crossing thousands of meters with each step.
The river grew wider and smoother.
Gradually, the figure of a large tree appeared in the distance.
Behind it was a dark purple sky densely covered with stars, and its outline was clearly visible, almost identical to Quirkus.
Heine quickly approached and came under the tree.
He saw countless shards of light converging from all directions, scrambling into this large black tree, connecting into a dazzling curtain of light.
Beneath its tall, gnarled roots, clear rivers flowed out.
This was precisely the origin of the Blasphemous Spirit River.
Heine jumped onto the root system and approached the tree, pressing her hand against its trunk.
“You’re here ……”
It was a strange voice.
Heine breathed a sigh of relief.
He had initially thought Quirkus hadn’t gotten away with it ……
“Hello.”
He replied mentally, not sure if it helped.
“Are you …… Mourning Wood?” He asked tentatively.
“I am a part of her ……”
The other replied slowly, “I feel it …… my brother …… it unraveled ……”
Heine: “Yes, it unraveled.”
“Thank…thank…you ……”
“You’re welcome, it gave me a lot of help …… So, do you need help too?”
“You’re dreaming ……”
Hey, how does this tree curse?
“…… Dreams can’t save me ……”
Heine: “……”
Okay, I was being paranoid.
Heine really wanted to put a chat plugin on it as well to make it type faster.
“…… Where are you from …… ……”
“The mountains of McCalla.” Heine replied.
“Excellent ……”
There was a momentary fluctuation in the other man’s mood.
It seemed to be elation.
“Plant it …… pure seedling …… thrive …… all hope… . plant it ……”
Heine was busy asking, “Plant it how? Where?”
“The …… birthplace of the Yuan Spirit …… quickly go to ……”
Heine was still about to ask something when a dark crow suddenly sounded from above his head.
The sound made the soul tremble, and he only felt that he was pushed by someone, and his body quickly fell back.
The scenery in his field of vision quickly shrunk and changed, and in the blink of an eye he was back at the log-in point.
…
As his consciousness returned to his body, Heine was still a bit stunned.
He summoned Quirkus’s hatchling.
The all-white seedling emitted a soft glow that soothed his nerves.
“The birthplace of the Yuan Spirit ……”
Heine looked up into the chamber.
It was the center of the meta-spirit spell, the center of the Makara mountainous region.
(End of chapter)