Two days later, the Santa Monica Bay had returned to its original calmness.
Caw caw caw …
A black stream of light from the south and a large flock of crows from the north converged here one after another.
The leader of the crows fluttered his wings and transformed into a middle-aged Great Shaman with a feathered crown on his head and oil paint on his face. He stood in the air with his hands by his side and explained to the beautiful lady who had arrived a step earlier than him in fear and trepidation.
"Madam, I'm very sorry! Knight patrols in the Duchy of Garret have become stricter during this period of time. It's slightly better on the East Coast.
But to reach the West Coast, we can only choose to cross the entire continent and then follow the coastline from the north to here … "
Unexpectedly, Lady Crow Yeherr, who stood elegantly with an umbrella, had no intention of pursuing their negligence. She waved her hand casually.
"Well, be careful next time. It's about time, let's do it immediately. "
In the past, she might have severely punished her subordinates for delaying her time, and she would also feel indignant at the increasingly tyrannical style of the Duchy of Garret.
But now, there was only a calm expression on her face because she had seen a wider world and endless possibilities in the future!
Among the many totem gods in the New World, Yeherr was the one who had the deepest understanding of foreign culture. Although the "Church of Mourning" in his hands had always been a bit different, it was still much better than the "stubborn" ones.
Especially after hooking up with the Angel of Disease, she had been conspiring with the Axis of Evil in Camsid to overthrow Cabral's structure. Whether it was in terms of vision or knowledge, it was incomparable to the past.
So what if the seemingly thriving Duchy of Garret was proud for a while? Sooner or later, it would be blown away by the wind and rain.
Let's start with the Mother of the Sea, Milo, who had been at odds with me for a hundred years. From now on, there will only be one voice among the totem gods in the north of the continent!
The group of shaman sorcerers heard this as if they had been granted amnesty. They activated their Divine Shield and rushed into the sea.
Everyone knew that this was a free deal. They could extend their hands and contribute greatly to the "Lady Crow", allowing the "Church of Mourning" to become the only high level totem god power in the north of the continent. Naturally, they would be able to rise as well.
But only a few minutes later, a great shaman rushed up with a face full of fear.
"Madam, this is bad. The secret realm has been broken. There is no one inside!"
Yeherr's face suddenly changed. She turned into a stream of light and rushed into the water. Not long after, she rushed out angrily, her hands wantonly unleashed her divine power and created huge puddles on the sea.
"Well, in the New World, no one has this ability except for Garrett. You're going against me, you just wait! After the South, I'll see how long you can be proud! "
The group of Shaman Sorcerers kept quiet out of fear that Eherr's anger would be directed at them.
They were extremely clear that regardless of whether the subordinates of the Mother of Sea were killed or captured, it would be an unforeseen event that would greatly affect the situation in the northern part of the continent.
What they didn't know was that their every move had been sent back to Changdao by the extremely tight [Mental Network] and fell into Elvin's ears.
.....
Sitting under the wisteria tree in the Sorcerer's Garden, Elvin took a sip of the sweet green tea.
"Rebellion? Previously, Besmir had reported that Yeherr suddenly went to the south of the continent and felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, there was an unspeakable conspiracy. Is it the Shilius? Or Cabral?
Well, since she can already use the power of the 'Disease Angel' freely, there's a high chance that she has already climbed up the ranks of the ancient gods. I need to hurry up and perfect the South's Mental Network. At least I need to know what they are going to do. "
Elvin's idea was simple. The South was to the Duchy, just like the Old Continent was to the Tulip Islands. The South was essentially the Duchy's backyard. The rise of a unified force was not good for the Duchy.
The Duchy's interest was best served by the Duchy's chaotic territory. It had nothing to do with justice. It was a simple matter of position.
Although he did not know what the enemy in the South was planning, the evil god's circle of friends had been expanding. The arms race on his side was bound to keep up.
"Do you see that? Ms. Mero, I'm not hurting you. I'm saving you.
If you fell into Yeherr's hands, would you be treated like this? You must be thinking of Peach. Give me some motivation to repay me! "
The "Mother of Sea" sitting opposite him had already changed her appearance. Her long blue hair was tied up high behind her head, and she wore a jeweled crown on her head. She was wearing a golden dress, and her fishtail had turned into a pair of slender legs. She was wearing a pair of shiny high heels.
It had been more than a thousand years since this totem god was born and had reached the top of the totem god hierarchy. He had easily replaced the Snake Witch Sala as the oldest totem god in the duchy.
However, after two days of contact, Elvin found that she was a bit impatient and two-faced. She was far from the steadiness of a thousand-year-old "elder."
Perhaps due to the influence of his power, Milo treated children and pregnant women like a gentle breeze and a gentle rain, especially the newborn Abel in White Swan Castle. When it came to fishing boats, he was abnormally irritable, wishing that he could drown all the fishermen who dug for kelp in the sea.
In short, she was a complex of contradictions.
At this moment, Mero's ears suddenly twitched. He heard the footsteps of a group of people walking from the second floor to the top floor of Posedia City. His upper body immediately moved closer to Elvin. Biting his pink lower lip, he said something that would cause one's imagination to run wild.
"How do you want me to repay you? My master! How about … let me give you a son? Hahaha … "
Well, her personality was obviously very bad. She was clearly taking revenge for being scared to tears by Elvin's "mitosis." Moreover, seeing that she was in the mood to joke, it was obvious that her illness had been cured.
Previously, after using the [Sworn Prison] under the witness of the "world's consciousness" to subdue her, Elvin sent countless [Genetic Hounds] that had been strengthened by the [Creator's Blood] into Mero's body.
Even if a transcendent pathogen wanted to affect a creature in the material world, it had to rely on the projection of a high-dimensional information state in a low-dimensional space — the [Golden Chain].
As long as the key hidden in the DNA didn't change, the [Genetic Hounds] could work on them. Without any medicine, they could directly cut the root of the disease into useless DNA fragments.
Moreover, "all medicine is poisonous." No matter what kind of special medicine it was, it would always affect normal cells. However, the [Genetic Hounds] were different. They could only cut off specific pathogens, which was also the most powerful treatment method.
She was cleanly cured in a few minutes. Naturally, the large number of totem gods, shamans, and mermaids under her command were not a problem.
Elvin, who had noticed the intruder earlier than Mero, stood up and patted her shoulder encouragingly, "Don't worry, Mero.
"That won't be necessary. Your current job is to use the [Procreation] right to protect the mortals in the dukedom.
However, since you're so motivated, then the net population growth target for this year will be raised from the 4% we agreed on at the beginning to 5%. If you can't complete the performance assessment … Haha, good luck. I have high hopes for you! "
Mero's expression suddenly stiffened.
She felt inexplicably sad and indignant. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Was the life of a tool not a life?
And performance assessment? For an old comrade like her who was already 1,135 years old? This … Was this the distortion of human nature or the decay of morals?!
Elvin had already calculated that under the premise of ensuring Mero's necessary growth resources and maintaining the balance of the power of faith, the territory's population growth rate could be raised to 4.9%. In 15 years, the territory's population could be doubled.
Although it was a bit difficult, what was the difference between a person without a goal and a salted fish? And a thousand-year-old salted fish at that …
As for the difference of 0.1%? Elvin believed that a person's potential was limitless. Wasn't the goal of the performance assessment a place that could be reached with a jump? There was no problem at all.
I'm indeed a good boss who focuses on the growth of his employees! Yes, there should be applause here.
"Teacher! We're here. "
At this time, under Angel's lead, Cella, Clarissa, and Leonara had already reached the third level of Posedia City. Elvin hurried to greet them.
Elvin was like an old farmer who had worked hard for many years. During this period of time, he finally ushered in an explosive period of concentrated harvest.
Olivia and Angel's advancement ceremony was set for a week later. Now, Elvin was going to use the modified [Chimera's Secret Instrument] to carry out the path transfer ceremony for Cella and her two apprentices!
If every adept was a slowly growing fruit on a large tree, the fruits on different branches would have nothing to do with each other, apart from sharing the same trunk.
However, there was a certain possibility of going from a branch to a main branch because the main branch contained all the knowledge of the branch.
Since the [Gate of Truth] could unify all the witches and the [Chimera's Secret Instrument] could forcefully "graft", the [Tree of Life] could of course unify the witches of similar paths.
The three apprentices, including Cella, were very compatible with the "Tree of Life". Elvin had also used his identity as the first seat of the school to communicate with the "Tree of Life" to conduct a test on them. The problem should not be too big. Even if they failed, it would not be harmful.
Moreover, the "Gate of Truth" was all-inclusive. The other side of having all kinds of characteristics was having no characteristics. In Elvin's view, it was only a tool used to unite thousands of witches. It was even more unreliable than the [Tree of Life] that could not be materialized after an era.
Together with the [Chimera's Secret Instrument], it was enough to change the foundation of the witches, allowing them to freely migrate on similar paths and become a branch of the "Tree of Life". They would also be able to share the dividends of the school's continuous growth.
After absorbing these three apprentices, the strength of the "Tree of Life" would definitely increase by leaps and bounds.
Although Elvin himself had not yet advanced to Grade Four, he was already preparing for the [Crown of Miracles], the secondary final creation of the [Truth Concretization].
One of the major prerequisites was that there were nine other witches who were at least Grade Three or equivalent. They would act as the "angels" guarding the [Tree of Life's Ten Great Essences]. They would be able to lift it up high and take down the brightest of the ten great essences — the [Crown]!
"Ms. Cella, Lisa, Nara, are you ready?"
"No problem!"
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