It was a thunderous roar. The ground in the distance suddenly exploded, as if a meteor had fallen to the ground. Then, it crushed the mountains and rushed over.
Then, a majestic aura rose between the wastelands and the Stellar Temple, almost shattering the thick, turbid clouds in the sky. The turbid winds that kept surging from the wastelands were also stopped by some invisible force, as if they had hit an invisible barrier. They abruptly stopped near the cliff to the north of the Stellar Temple, and then rolled back a dozen kilometers.
In the end, Bersetia and Irene saw a majestic and holy figure in the clouds and fog in the distance. The figure was coming from the west side of the Stellar Cathedral, shrouded in an amorphous illusory mist. It was as large as a castle, and its silhouette was like a huge white deer. The figure charged straight at them with the force of a thunderbolt, and the crooked towers and piles of broken walls were reduced to dust in its path. The turbid and chaotic presence that had begun to spread along the way was vaporized by the illusory light on its body. The aberrations that were born nearby were attracted by the majestic energy and let out a chaotic and ear-piercing roar in the direction of the giant deer. In the next moment, they were reduced to debris and debris at the feet of the giant deer. Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Many of the aberrations did not even touch the giant deer at all as they were vaporized and disintegrated into smoke and dust by the light emanating from the deer.
Bersetia was stunned. She recognized the giant deer, but she did not expect to see it here. Countless thoughts and doubts appeared in her mind, but before she could ask anything, she watched as the massive figure rushed past her and rushed to the other side of the Stellar Temple without looking back.
Strong winds howled around her, and powerful energy exploded above her head. However, this terrifying energy was instantly weakened when it landed on her and Irene's bodies, and did not cause them any harm at all.
As the rumbling sound gradually faded away, Irene stared in that direction in shock for a long time before she finally turned around. She looked at Bersetia with a shocked and horrified expression. "Your Majesty, that …"
Before she could finish her sentence, the rumbling sound that came from afar was heard again. The holy white deer once again broke through the thick fog in the surroundings, trampling all the obstacles along the way and rushing back. In the process, it destroyed the mutated monsters that were born from the remnants of the Chaos Magic Energy. Finally, it stopped in front of Bersetia and Irene.
Bersetia could not understand what the holy being was doing, but she was shocked. She suspected that it had accidentally run away, but she had no evidence and did not dare to say it out loud.
At the same time, the chaotic magical environment behind the sacred giant deer had suffered two massive impacts, and its energy cycle was finally completely destroyed. The turbid air that had been lingering in the upper zone of the Stellar Temple gradually dissipated, and the visibility of the surroundings improved by a visible margin. It was only then that Bersetia realized that a considerable portion of the smoke and dust that had been lingering around her was actually an abnormal shadow shroud. It was only when the shroud disappeared that she felt her breathing become lighter.
It seemed that the aberrations would not be born from the nearby air, at least for the time being.
The surroundings fell into a strange silence. Bersetia could not remember how many years it had been since she fell into such a state of confusion. But after a few seconds, she forced herself to calm down and barely maintained a calm expression. She looked up and met the eyes of the white giant deer. The latter was also slowly lowering its head. Its crystal-like eyes flowed with a gentle light as it quietly looked at the two elves standing on the ground.
"… Why are you here?" Bersetia's mouth twitched, and she finally broke the silence. "Shouldn't you be —"
"I'm here to help," Amoun interrupted before Bersetia could finish. "I sense that you are in danger, and I … can't sit still."
Bersetia had never thought that she would hear such words from a former 'god'. A huge sense of absurdity arose spontaneously, but it did not affect her judgment. She stared at the majestic and holy creature in front of her, and could not suppress the urgency and nervousness in her voice. "But doesn't this mean that … our three thousand years of joint efforts will be in vain?"
"No," Amoun's voice was gentle but low. His body quickly shrank before Bersetia and Irene, from a towering hill to a house, and from a house to a few meters tall. It was still a body that needed to be looked up at, but at least compared to before, his posture had barely escaped the feeling of divinity. "This is not a miracle, nor is it a descent. I'm just here to help as a friend of the mortals."
He paused for a moment, as if to give Bersetia time to think, and then slowly said, "I will not appear in front of the ordinary soldiers and the people, and I will not do anything that will lead to the revival of faith. You also know the law of the operation of the gods. As long as the mortals do not have the knowledge of the 'miracle,' then the miracle will not happen. As long as no one thinks that the gods have descended, then the gods will not descend … "
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Helene, who had just recovered from her shock. A gentle smile appeared in the depths of his eyes. "Bersetia won't tell anyone. You won't tell anyone either, right, child?"
"Ah …" Irene was startled, apparently not expecting the being in front of her to suddenly talk to her, but she quickly reacted. "Of course, I know what to do, I won't … well, I won't say anything …"
"That's good." Ah Moen gently lowered his head and touched the ends of Bersetia's and Helene's hair. He then looked up and carefully observed the surroundings. Suddenly, there was a hint of surprise in his voice. "Wait, this is … the Stellaris Temple?!"
"Yes, this is the Stellaris Holy Temple, and it has … crashed," Bersetia said in a low voice, and then a little curious. "Didn't you notice it just now?"
"No, I have locked on to the source of the leakage of the pollution, and confirmed that there were only the two of you here, and then directly rushed out of the 'boundary', and then stepped on everything that looked threatening. I don't know the specific situation here." Amoun shook his head and made a very reckless statement. "What happened? Why did the Stellaris Holy Temple crash? Why is it polluted to this extent? "
Bersetia smiled bitterly, but just as she was about to explain something, Amoun suddenly lowered his head and said to her, "I'll explain later, you two come up first."
The Silver Queen was shocked, and looked at the 'God of Nature' who obviously wanted her and Irene to ride on his back. "Up … You want us to ride on your back?!"
"It's not safe here, I can feel that the collapse of the deeper layer is still continuing, and the uncontrollable energy has been leaking out disorderly, and the pollution from the wasteland is also spreading. Come up, let's move to a safer place, and you can tell me the situation on the way," Amoun said, and a stair-like vine had appeared out of thin air, with one end on the ground and the other end extending to near his neck. "Now the north is anxiously waiting for the news here, I can bring the news back."
Bersetia and Helene looked at each other. From the beginning, what happened in front of them was completely beyond their common sense, so much so that the wise and iron-fisted Empress and the capable maids were a little overwhelmed. But soon, the sound of something breaking from a nearby collapsed palace and a faint roar from afar interrupted their hesitation, allowing them to quickly take action.
The master and maid nimbly climbed onto Amoun's back and sat down firmly on the broad back. Bersetia put the long sword between the thick long hair, held her combat staff with one hand, and grabbed the hair near the neck of the giant deer with the other free hand. She bent down and said, "We are sitting."
There was a tremor, and Amoun stood up, but before he stepped into the safe zone, the former God of Nature suddenly seemed to be in a trance. He stopped where he was, as if he was lost in his memories. This made Irene, who was sitting behind Bersetia, curious. "What's wrong? You still have — "
"Nothing, I just suddenly remembered something in the past." Amoun shook his head gently, and there seemed to be a hint of emotion and a smile in his voice. He stepped forward and walked toward a ramp on the east side of the temple. All the smoke and poisonous fog around him dissipated in awe, and even the tremors in the depths of the earth temporarily subsided. Countless fine, lush flowers and vines grew and spread under his feet, forming a clean trail. Although the flowers and vines soon withered and died in the surrounding air of pollution, as long as Amoun walked forward, the vitality under his feet would continue to flow, changing and regenerating.
"Something in the past?" Bersetia asked subconsciously.
"A long, long time ago, when I could still maintain myself in the mortal world, my first priestess also rode on my back like this. Unfortunately, it was only once," Amoun said softly. "I didn't expect it to happen a second time. Bersetia, in theory, you are also my priestess, aren't you?"
"… Yes, in theory," Bersetia felt a little awkward for a moment, but soon she realized that even Ah Mo En himself did not seem to care about this problem at all. She laughed a little self-deprecatingly and asked, "Elaine and I are in such close contact with you, and we don't have any protection … Won't we be mentally eroded?"
"After cutting off the last chain, I am no longer a god, as complete as Lady Enya. Naturally, I will not release any mental pollution to the outside world," Amoun said gently, but soon he shook his head again. "But under certain circumstances, even when facing a god like me who has left the divine throne, you may be mentally corrupted. This depends more on you."
"Under certain circumstances? Depends more on me? "Bersetia's expression immediately became serious." What circumstances do you mean? "
"If you still believe in me," Amoun said with a smile. "You will be corrupted by your own faith. The deeper the faith, the worse the corruption."
Bersetia froze for a moment, then looked down at herself with a strange expression. She then glanced at Helene, who also had an awkward and distressed expression on her face.
"It's a good thing that you don't believe." Amoun's voice sounded at this moment. He seemed to have seen the change in the expressions of the two elves on his back, and he laughed like an elder who was teasing his children. "The mythical era of the Silver Elves is over. They need a secular king like you. I need one too."
He looked up. They had reached the end of the split zone on the upper level of the Stellaris Temple. A nearly vertical cliff stood before them, and below the cliff were the collapsed keel of the temple and a cluster of buffer cabins. From afar, the light of the magnificent wall floated among the wreckage, and part of it extended to the main structure of the temple, like a spectacular aurora waterfall falling from the clouds.
And in the depths of the collapsed ruins, billowing smoke was rising and circling.
Part of the smoke was released from the interior of the Stellaris Temple, and the other part came from the army of aberrations that were crushed and buried in the great impact. Many of those monsters were not completely dead yet, and their huge numbers, enough 'luck', and tenacious vitality allowed them to survive in the depths of the ruins. But as time went by, they were quickly becoming part of the drifting smoke.
"… This is the appropriate end."
Amoun stood on the top of the cliff, and said in a low voice. No one knew if he was talking about the magnificent temple, or the monsters buried in the ruins that were dissipating.
Then he turned to the dense forest that was still shrouded in scorching smoke south of the temple crash zone, and took a step forward toward the ground.
At the same time, in the forest north of the Kingdom of Kaolin, and south of the temple crash zone, blood and fire were still spreading.
The scorching smoke irritated the nasal cavities, and the smell of blood and foul matter fermented all over the battlefield. The battle cries in the distance began to tear at the nervous system like an unstable illusion. In the bloodstained vision, the burning forest and the monsters that were pouring out of the forest in the distance seemed to have intertwined into a nightmare that was hard to wake up from, squeezing the mental limits of every mortal warrior who continued to organize resistance in the forest.
Since the fall of the Stellar Sanctum on the horizon, the terrible gap between the wasteland and the civilized world had finally been closed. But this did not mean that the monsters that had crossed the gap and invaded the forest would disappear into thin air. After losing the control of the rear command node, these out-of-control freaks were still wreaking havoc in the forest defense line, and under the drive of their instincts, they continued to spread toward the south where the scent of civilization was strong. In order to stop this deadly "aftermath", the surviving rangers in the forest, including humans and elves, had been fighting fiercely for a day and a night.
At this moment, the first light of dawn had gradually spread over the forest in the distance, but the battle in the forest was still going on …
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