"Every day, the world before us is changing."
This was doubtlessly the most appropriate description of the Forest of Dreams. However, it would be more appropriate to change "every day" to "every moment."
Under the dimensional will's control … fine, Amelia was in a deep sleep, or rather, under my guidance, this forest was changing every moment. One moment, it would be a small path in the forest, and the next moment, it would become a deep pit.
Not to mention the undead army attacking us, even the wood spirits themselves would get lost in their own forest.
Not to mention the natural talent ability of the children of the forest to never get lost in a forest, as far as I knew, that was most likely the work of Druil and the ranger who had memorized the map.
After all, a person's memory was limited. If one went to sleep last night at a lake and woke up to a flourishing city the next day, one would feel that something was wrong. It would be strange if one still remembered the way.
"… Why did the market disappear again? Why is Smurf 356 living next door living in a tree? And, most importantly, why am I in a lake!? Ahhh, all my collection is gone! "
This unfortunate child took more than half an hour to get all her collection out of the water. However, her experience wasn't rare. The unlucky ones who were sent to the top of a towering tree the next morning were the most pitiful.
With the natural talent of communicating with trees, as long as one wasn't acrophobic, it wouldn't be difficult for one to come down by themselves. However, the transportation of all my collection made me want to die.
My collection? A newly born wood spirit shouldn't have any collection? But the strange thing was that this newly born wood spirit seemed to have other hobbies. Just like a squirrel, they would collect all sorts of useful and useless resources, such as all sorts of seeds and fruits, spoils of war from the undead, and even lich pelvis bones and undead cavities.
As long as it involved a collection that they were interested in, they wouldn't have the calmness of a forest fairy at all. They would act like aunties fighting for discounts at a market. This was especially so since they believed that the best treasures were all from outside the forest. In fact, the first thing they would do after the battle against the undead was to fight for their own spoils of war.
"… This is a good thing. At least they have their own hobbies. This is a sign that intelligent creatures have their own sense of self."
Although I said that in my heart, I felt a subtle sense of discomfort as I looked at those little lolis who were showing off their Intestines of Abomination to me with their innocent and cute smiles.
"Forget it. Since it's one of Amelia's brethren, it would be inconceivable if it was too normal."
[You speak as if it has nothing to do with you, Father of the Clan. By the way, do I need to give you an unconcealable 'honorary title' — — Father of Myriad Luo, so that everyone knows that you are a father?]
"Please don't."
Alright, I immediately surrendered. This bastard was too vicious. If I went out with this title, wouldn't I become a laughingstock? This was pure evil.
Cough, getting back on topic, since the terrain was changing far too rapidly, the first thing the wood spirits did when they woke up every day was to use their telepathic abilities to communicate with their kin and the surrounding trees to download the newest topographic map. Otherwise, they would definitely get lost.
After spending so much effort, these changes were naturally not meaningless. On the contrary, this was a sign that the entire forest was evolving.
"What kind of opponent is the scariest? Fast? Those with great strength? No, those that are a hundred times larger than you are the scariest. A single step of theirs is equivalent to several hundred steps of yours. Can you possibly be faster than them? A single finger of theirs is the size of your entire body. No matter how strong you are, can an ant possibly move an elephant? "
That was indeed the case. If a dragon was shrunk by a hundred times, it would be nothing more than a tiny fire-breathing lizard. If a titan giant was shrunk by a hundred times, it would be nothing more than a gigantic doll. But if a scorpion, ant, or cockroach were shrunk to the size of a dragon, the ant's tremendous strength, the scorpion's venomous stinger, and the cockroach's immortality would be an unparalleled fear.
That was why in order to completely increase this forest's defensive power, I only needed to enlarge the forest by ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times. In that case, the various magical plants that grew from the forest would naturally be enlarged, greatly increasing their power.
Actually, the effects were even better than I had expected. The pinecone bombs that were ten times larger than me were truly indescribable. When they exploded, they would be equivalent to a fuel-air bomb, or even a miniature nuclear bomb. The vines and roots that had originally been only meant to be used to trip the undead ended up becoming nets of death that stole everything. In fact, even the strengthened outer shells of the undead evolved into titan giants that covered the sky.
With the dimensional will's support, the undead were just this unreasonable. However, there were still limits to what they could do.
The dimensional laws of the undead would distort the natural laws of the undead's existence. In that case, as long as the undead left the undead's dimension, the undead would no longer be able to survive. But in this forest, the dimensional will was the strongest. Her will would transform into reality. What was fake would become real, and what was unreasonable would become reasonable.
This was doubtlessly an advantage for the defending side. It seemed that as long as time passed, the difference in power between the undead and the undead would only grow larger and larger. If I was the undead's commander, I definitely wouldn't allow the dimensional will to evolve on its own. The earlier the final battle, the better.
But perhaps my existence was giving these two old acquaintances of mine too much pressure, or perhaps they didn't have any experience in this area, or perhaps they were just slacking off. Although they kept sending out probing attacks, the true final battle still hadn't arrived. In my opinion, their method of dealing with the undead was far too conservative.
There was obviously something unreasonable about this. Previously, the dimensional will had still been in a deep slumber, and its method of dealing with the undead was more instinctive. But now that it had a useless advisor like me, its evolution naturally had a more targeted method. It should have gone all-out long ago and started the final battle as soon as possible, which would have the highest chance of victory.
Of course, the overly rapid evolution also brought about some minor problems. For example, the wood spirits' overly tiny bodies would cause all sorts of imbalances and loss of control when operating their strengthened outer shells. For example, finding their way home every day would be a great adventure. That was because the wood spirits were now independent individuals, a true species. They wouldn't be able to change their bodies as their mothers wished. Once a young bird left the nest, it would be impossible for it to return.
But this also meant that the wood spirits were an intelligent species on par with humans and elves. As one of the rare new species in the recent generation, they had limitless potential for development. Just a simple evaluation would be enough to determine that once an adult wood spirit was equipped with a strengthened outer shell that could be used in the outside world, they would be able to use Silver combat strength. This was a new Silver species on the same level as the Superior Elves. Just the fact that Amelia had created the wood spirit species was already enough to leave her name in history.
"Without realizing it, Amelia, you've done something incredible."
Over the past few days, in order to help guide the forest's evolution, I had been resting near the central lake.
I gently tidied up Amelia's messy hair. The seemingly pure sleeping princess still had no intention of waking up. Her sleeping appearance didn't have any of her past craziness. Instead, she had a rare fragility to her. She was just like a white lily after the rain. She had the gentleness of a rain-struck pear blossom, making one feel pity for her.
"She's actually quite cute when she doesn't talk."
I gently swept away the fallen leaves around her, but my gaze was attracted to Amelia's face, which had just regained some color.
Ever since she had fallen asleep, she always had a child-like smile on her face. The dark circles under her eyes that used to always be around her eyes had vanished without a trace. Her rosy complexion was the best makeup. Her normally pale lips had become rosy and alluring. Her incredibly pure sleeping appearance made one feel calm, just like an angel that couldn't be defiled.
But even as I was admiring this beautiful woman, I was thinking about a topic that would ruin the mood.
"It would seem that there aren't enough sacrifices for you to wake up."
Souls were the source of everything. Just like how the two Goddesses of Order and Chaos would use soul shards to absorb nutrients in order to recover, as a newly born dimensional will, Amelia also needed a large number of souls to replenish herself. Without a doubt, the undead were the best choice.
"You should remember this favor. You'll have to repay it in the future."
I lightly flicked the tip of her upturned nose, and to my surprise, I discovered that it felt quite nice to the touch. I then secretly touched it a few times …
Just as I was exclaiming that Amelia was so easy to bully, Rosa sent me an urgent message through our mental link.
She told me that there was something wrong with the new wave of enemy troops outside the forest. The situation had unexpectedly gone out of control, and I knew that it was time to leave.
"You're more valuable in your usual state. I'll help you wake up."
This wasn't a vow, nor was it a promise. It was simply something that I was about to do. This was my decision.
But when I got up, I didn't notice that the sleeping beauty behind me had slightly arced up her mouth, as if she was secretly laughing.
Leaves drifting in the wind slowly fell to the ground, forming beautiful words. Those sparkling words were the feelings of the beautiful woman who had passed by my wooden puppet.
"I'll use everything I have to repay your favor, my dear Roland. You're not allowed to refuse."
"If you don't leave me, I will live and die with you (If you don't leave me, I will live and die with you)."
…
Due to the dimensional will's existence, the Forest of Dreams was indeed quite undefeatable as it was an independent dimension. However, the dimensional will wasn't the only low-level undead the Forest of Dreams was facing.
Feyman wasn't experienced enough, so he couldn't tell what was going on. The former First Senator Gricasio was experienced and powerful enough. He had long since noticed the dimensional laws of the Forest of Dreams, but he didn't want to say it.
After all, Gricasio knew that as long as the situation became clear, and he learned that this was a battle where time was in the enemy's hands, it would be time for him to charge forward. At that time, if he didn't want to go against the will of the Undead Emperors, not only would he have to face Gricasio directly, his gigantic body would also be the best target. There was a 99% chance that he would become cannon fodder.
Fight against Gricasio on the enemy's home turf? Simultaneously, he would have to challenge a newly born dimensional will? Gricasio was quite self-aware. He didn't think that he was tired of living.
"It's not like it's my problem. Even if the sky collapses, there's always someone higher up. The Undead Emperors won't do anything, so why should I fight to the death so that others can benefit from it? "
The former First Senator was already one step away from becoming a SemiGod. His power level was impeccable, but the Undead Emperors had underestimated his own selfishness. Since he would be able to reach SemiGod rank by simply waiting two hundred years, why would he risk his life for someone else? Gricasio had never been a good person who would sacrifice himself for others, nor was he a brave warrior who would sacrifice his life for others. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lived to this day.
And so, the sly Immemorial Bone Dragon began to slack off, allowing Feyman to be busy. But when his only companion finally couldn't help but want to personally fight, Gricasio stopped Feyman and secretly told Feyman about the secrets of the Desecration Plane. And then … there were now two people slacking off!
From a certain standpoint, Undead Emperor Aso of the Desecration Plane had truly chosen the wrong people. Feyman and Gricasio were both quite powerful, but if they were truly responsible and dared to fight, then how could they not be capable of accomplishing anything? The two of them together had both schemes and power. What could they not do? How did they end up in such a state?
Gricasio had been born as a mount. He had experienced all sorts of hardships and humiliation. "If it's a dog, so be it. A mount is fine as well. Everything's fine as long as I can survive." That was his dragon motto. It was unrealistic for him to risk his life like this, especially since the Undead Emperors were foolish enough to give him the reward he wanted. Gricasio was even less willing to risk his life.
"… As long as I survive, I'll also reach SemiGod rank one day! You want me to fight against Gricasio? No way. "
However, the situation kept worsening. The two Undead Lords who had spent a tremendous amount of resources to teleport to the Desecration Plane weren't in peak condition. The Forest of Dreams was becoming stronger and stronger. Someone finally couldn't stand it any longer.
Suddenly, after another wave of undead that seemed more like they were on a suicide mission left, the black pillar of light that represented dimensional teleportation suddenly shook violently. The entire area began to violently shake as dark clouds furiously gathered. The earthquake was so powerful that the ground cracked, and the smaller undead were directly buried alive. Flying troops were forced to flee in all directions. Even the powerful bone giants were forced to search for shelter.
And then … that sky-covering black pillar of light disappeared. Yes, it disappeared. Although there were still some traces of it, it was obvious that the dimensional connection had been cut off.
The only thing left in place was a ghastly white skeleton. When the green soul fire was reignited, the entire world changed color. Frightened spirits fled in all directions, and countless corpses crawled to the surface. In the pitch black night, the dead were singing and dancing in joy. That was because the undying emperor had finally descended!
"Undead Emperor Aso!!"
The two Undead Lords hurriedly rushed over to report this to their superiors. However, Aso didn't even look at them, nor did he care. It was obvious that these two Undead Lords' fear of battle couldn't be hidden from him. Even if he didn't intend to turn on them, he was still filled with anger.
Well, Aso had already paid a heavy price in order to descend into this dimension. This was a major loss that could never be recovered.
"Only death is eternal. When the undead take control of the earth, the souls shall become the new masters of this world …"
A low voice echoed in this world. Every living creature felt as if they were about to die. The undying emperor had just descended, but he was already chanting his own eulogy — the Final Song of the Souls.
"A forbidden spell!!"
Since I was in the forest, the mana waves of a forbidden spell caused even the air to tremble. How could I not notice?
"Damn it, this is the worst possible result."
Since it was impossible to conquer this city, then I might as well turn this city into nothing. That was what I had done back in the day, and Aso was obviously intending to do the same. Although such a development was within my expectations, I definitely couldn't deal with it so easily.
"I told you before that I hate those Undead Emperors who casually toss out forbidden spells. They rely on their undying nature and the ability to swap bodies to casually toss out their ultimate weapons. It's basically the same as flipping the table if they can't win. There's no technique involved at all!"
"… Don't you even look in the mirror? You have the nerve to say such a thing? Do you know who's tossed out the most forbidden spells in recent times? It's you, bastard! "
As expected of Heloise, who was becoming more and more skilled at commenting. Commenting was her true nature. Even the first thing she said after waking up was to comment.
"Is the Holy Light war hammer delicious?"
"It's terrible. It smells even worse than your smelly shoes."
Upon hearing this, I covered my face and pretended to be embarrassed.
"Ah, you actually secretly smelled it? You pervert. You didn't lick it? I'm sorry, I forgot that all cats taste something by licking it. I should be asking, how does it taste? "
In the past, the silly cat would have been furious by now. But right now, Heloise had no intentions of continuing to play around. The tremendous waves of forbidden spells in the distance had already attracted all of her attention.
"Soul's Final Song? An instant-death forbidden spell with a super wide screen? It's one of the top ten most offensive forbidden spells I know of. Based on the current progress, you won't be able to cast it for more than ten hours. Are you confident that you can reach him in time? "
I couldn't help but chuckle at how unprofessional she was asking this question.
"Who would know if I didn't fight this thing? However, when enemies meet on a narrow path, only the courageous will emerge victorious. Do you think those pieces of trash will be able to stop me? Do you think these cowardly pieces of trash will be able to stop me? What a joke. "
In just a few short minutes, I was nearing the end of my battle preparations. At this moment, I put on my armor of ice and snow, and my shining silver war hammer descended from the sky. Meanwhile, a bone dragon descended from the sky and lowered its head, waiting for me to mount it.
"Right, Heloise? Since I'm facing an Undead Emperor, shouldn't I shout 'For the Holy Light!'? … But why does it feel so strange!? I feel so unlucky. "
"Of course, we were the ones who were charged back in the day. And, did the unlucky ones who were forced to charge back in the day ever have a good ending?"
"As I expected, asking you was a mistake. Since you're trying to shake our morale, I'm going to kill the silly cat right here!"
"I don't think that morale will be shaken. Just look behind you. "
I turned around and saw that the wood spirits had also finished their preparations for battle. The young girls had entered their gigantic strengthened shells, and the wood spirits' childish eyes were filled with the resolve to protect their home and country. Their mother and home were being threatened, and in order to protect their home, they had to charge out of the walls of protection. The newly born wood spirits were already prepared to risk everything.
"For the mother!"
"For my pine nuts!"
"Bone combination! Lich ribs, skeleton soldier finger bones, and Abomination skull bones! Nobody can take them away! "
I shook my head helplessly. Just like how parents would never understand their children's hobbies, I would never be able to understand these little fellows for the rest of my life. But after hesitating for a moment, I finally shouted out the battle cry in a voice that only I could hear.
"For … for Amelia."
"Ha, I heard you. I'll tell Amelia." I forgot that the battle hammer in my hand was the incarnation of that damned silly cat …
"Hmph! I heard you too. " Alright then, Gria was currently under my crotch … Even though it was just a normal statement about how cool it was to ride a dragon, why did it sound so awkward?
[I heard you as well.]
Enough! You're just a System, so what are you doing! It's too much to keep commenting about how you scammed others. Can't you do something more serious and learn from other people's systems!?
[Are you sure? Actually, I'm also hesitating about whether or not I should transform into that limitless Main God System. If I don't complete my mission, I'll kill you. How about your first mission, solo Aillé?]
"I apologize! Please don't!! That's no different from suicide! "
"Hey, hey, you're in the middle of a battle! Can't you be a little more serious!?" Alright then, even Gria couldn't stand it anymore.
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