A dazzling light bloomed from Ayr's body, and the Orc carrying him suddenly let out a scream. His entire body began to age rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into flying ash …
At the same time, accompanied by ethereal hymns, countless bright green photons flew up from the ground.
They slowly rose into the air like dancing elemental fairies. There were so many of them that it was impossible to count them all …
For a moment, the forest seemed to be immersed in a green ocean.
Green photons surrounded the players on the field, constantly circling, and then scrambling to drill into their bodies.
Under the surprised eyes of the players, their injuries began to heal rapidly, and even their broken limbs gradually grew back.
The seriously injured Oak Guard Basaka also gradually regained vitality under the support of the photons. The vigorous branches regenerated, and soon the other half of his body that was completely annihilated grew out!
The plants on the ground began to grow rapidly with the emergence of the photons, sprouting and unfolding leaves, and then blooming flowers …
In the blink of an eye, a path paved with colorful flowers appeared on the ground. Everywhere was covered in greenery and a sea of flowers …
Countless butterflies formed by photons began to revolve around Ayr, and in his somewhat confused eyes, they poured into his body.
Ayr's aura began to grow rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he broke through the level of Black Iron and broke through to Silver …
Everything was like a miracle.
Demacia widened his eyes and looked at the elven little boy in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes fiercely.
"F * ck! So this boy is the NPC that triggered the plot? "
Then, he glanced at his character pane that had completely recovered to a healthy state and subconsciously pinched his thigh.
It didn't hurt …
However, he quickly came to his senses. As he adjusted the pain setting and pinched again, he sucked in a breath of cold air and exclaimed excitedly,
"It's not a dream! It's a plot animation! "
Looking at this sudden change, the Orcs were stunned.
An unprecedented sense of crisis hit Black Stone's heart. He subconsciously wanted to shout and order everyone to escape, but then he was shocked to find that he had lost control of his body …
At this moment, the half-beastmen realized that countless photons were attached to their bodies, controlling their movements.
Immediately afterward, a sacred and mighty aura suddenly descended upon the scene. Under everyone's astonished gazes, the flying photons continuously revolved on the ground and finally formed a human figure …
It was an existence whose entire body was enveloped in holy light. She wore a sacred and noble long dress and a supreme divine crown on her head. Her long silver hair reached her waist, and her magnificent and mysterious purple eyes flickered with a bright light.
An inviolable sense of majesty struck everyone's hearts.
The players could not help but lower their heads at a glance, and an urge to worship rose in their hearts …
Although it was just a glance, that peerless figure seemed to have been engraved in their minds and could not be erased.
Basaka looked at the noble figure in the holy light, and his expression became extremely fanatical in an instant.
He supported himself on the ground and stood up. Then, he knelt down respectfully. His deep voice was solemn and solemn.
"Praise … my Lord!"
Alice also fell into a frenzy. She also knelt down and said in a pious and solemn voice:
"Praise … my Lord!"
The dozen half-beastmen looked horrified.
In their eyes, there was only a dazzling holy light. They could not see anything clearly.
In an instant, they felt a stabbing pain in their eyes and souls at the same time.
Along with their miserable screams, tears of blood flowed from their eyes ….
Do not look directly at God!
In other words, without the permission of the true God, no one could look directly at the true God!
For a moment, everyone understood.
Mother Nature, the Goddess of Life, the ruler of the elves — Eve Yuktrashil — had descended in person!
The goddess first glanced at her two adorers, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Then, she slowly walked toward Ayr.
With every step she took, a cluster of flowers bloomed on the ground as if praising the miracle of life.
The wildly growing plants bowed slightly with her movements, as if they were paying respect to a supreme being.
Ayr stared blankly at the sacred figure gradually walking toward him. His mind was blank.
The goddess came to him, stretched out her arm, and gently stroked his forehead.
"Remember your oath."
Her voice was sacred and majestic with a touch of pleasant intimacy.
With her gentle stroking, a holy light bloomed on Ayr's forehead. A tree-shaped symbol that symbolized Mother Nature appeared and then gradually faded …
The aura on Ayr's body changed again. Although it did not continue to increase his strength, it seemed to be faintly different …
His body seemed to be stained with a layer of sacred aura.
It seemed to be a sublimation of the level of life.
With the movement of the goddess, countless photons began to revolve around the two of them. Waves of ethereal and sacred hymns faintly sounded …
"God's Blessing! It's God's Blessing! "
Looking at everything on the field, Basaka's expression was fanatical.
Hearing Basaka's words, the players also recovered from the shock.
They looked up and were stunned when they saw the figure that seemed to be bestowed with a knight's salute and the bright light effect of the holy spirit …
This was the third time the players saw the goddess' figure after the character was created and the first plot mission was issued.
But unlike the previous two times, the goddess' incarnation this time seemed to be more real and more majestic and sacred. The gorgeous special effects of the descent were also more shocking than before …
There were no words that could describe the players' current feelings. If there were, there was only one word — "F * ck"!
"Ayr."
At this time, the goddess spoke again.
Her gaze turned to the remaining Orcs on the field. Her voice was incomparably majestic.
"They are all yours."
Hearing the goddess' words, Ayr turned his head blankly and looked at the struggling Orcs who kept covering their eyes and wailing …
For a moment, his expression was a little complicated.
Grandpa once told him to respect life and treat people with generosity …
Grandpa once told him that every creature made mistakes, but as long as they knew their mistakes and corrected them, they deserved to be forgiven …
But at this moment, Ayr hesitated.
In an instant, the scene of his tribe being slaughtered appeared in his mind again …
The hideous laughter of the Orcs, the wailing of his tribe, and the despair of his tribe's destruction.
Why was it that the Elves, who had great strength, could not defeat the enemy?
Why was it that the glorious Silver Race became the target of the Iron Race?
Ayr's expression changed several times before finally becoming firm.
"Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself!"
He took a deep breath and picked up a curved sword on the ground.
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