The Godsfall cult had spent so much time and resources on this project, but in the end, it was only given the name 'Puppeteer'. It was too ordinary.
However, as soon as the Wise Mad King gave the order to activate the Puppet Plan, the entire Forest Sea began to emit a powerful surge of magic. It was as if a max-tier tornado had suddenly appeared in the middle of the ocean. The energy surge was so strong that it seemed as if it was going to engulf the entire world. The Wise Mad Mad King's Puppet Plan had been activated by the Wise Mad King's command.
This surge of energy was far more powerful than the one that had shaken Isythre when the Book of Servitude had been presented to the world. Baiyi had to admit that he had underestimated the power of the Godsfall cult. It was no wonder that the stars in the sky had changed their orbits.
Following the activation of the main formation, the smaller formations, which Baiyi had judged to be meaningless disruptions, also came to life. They began to spread an air of discomfort in the forest, and the animals in the forest began to flee in a frenzy. If one were to look down from the sky, they would see that the Eternal Tree Sea was now like an ant's nest that had been filled with boiling water, with animals of all sizes scurrying out of the forest in a frenzy.
Mr. Bear, who had been watching the situation closely, turned pale. It looked at Baiyi with a worried expression and asked, "Has it begun?"
"Yes, it has," Baiyi replied. Baiyi replied, "That's really ridiculous. I'm afraid that this kind of power is not something that can be stopped by humans …"
But fortunately, he still vaguely felt that there was something not quite harmonious in this huge fluctuation. It was like a tenor singing a majestic song, but there were a few syllables in the middle that were not quite in tune. They were much weaker and became a very obvious flaw. Baiyi guessed that this was the result of his previous series of bombardments. The culprit did not set up this formation in a perfect state, so perhaps there was some room for maneuver.
"He's chasing the animals away. Why is he doing this?" Mr. Bear asked curiously when it noticed the flocks of birds that were fleeing in the night sky.
Baiyi shook his head. He still did not understand why the culprit wanted to chase the animals away.
Mr. Bear did not dwell too much on this question. Suddenly, a weak voice came from the grass. It looked down and saw that it was the Great Druid that had transformed into a sapling. He said to the two of them in a voice that was on the verge of death, "They … are … extracting the life of the forest … save …"
Shocked, Mr. Bear quickly grabbed the sapling with its paw and wrapped it in its palm. It then used the power of the Divine Gear to wrap around the Druid's last shred of consciousness. Once again, Mr. Bear opened its Vision of Nature, but it let out a blood-curdling scream and rolled on the ground. It was as if it had been stung in the nose while trying to steal honey.
"The Forest Ocean … The Forest Ocean's life …" Mr. Bear had already rolled into a ball of fur, but it still managed to remind Baiyi, "They are sacrificing the Forest Ocean's life!"
Baiyi was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly used his psychic energy to scan the area. Just like before, all sorts of information flooded into his mind, but all of them sounded like the screams of a dying human. The screams were getting weaker and weaker, and eventually, they disappeared. This meant that countless trees were dying, and the colors that had appeared in Baiyi's field of vision were slowly turning into a deathly gray.
More importantly, no one on Baiyi's side could think of a solution. Even the Voidwalkers could not do anything about it.
While Baiyi was struggling to come up with a solution, the Wise Mad King, who had just made his decision, left his secret office and stood on the balcony of the palace. The Black Robe Advisor was not following the Wise Mad King. Instead, there was a Half-Fairy, who was clad in a suit of human armor. The Half-Fairy's face was not as handsome as the Fairy's.
"Your Majesty, has the plan begun?" The Half-Fairy had been waiting for a long time. He did not address the Wise Mad King as "The High Reverend"; instead, he addressed the Wise Mad King as "Your Majesty."
"Yes, it has begun." The Wise Mad King's expression was complicated. There was a mixture of reluctance and pity on his face, but most of all, there was a sense of relief and determination. There was even a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
"I once told you that I would bring this country to its pinnacle, and that I would create a great empire that would surpass all others," the Wise Mad King said. The Wise Mad King continued. "You chose to trust me, the leader of this cult."
The Half-Fairy was silent for a moment, but he did not answer.
"Gru, we discussed this a long time ago. Why did our empire fall into a bottleneck? Why did we find it so difficult to expand our territory? Neither of us could convince the other, but I promised you that I would show you my choice, and the changes it would bring. Now, it is time for that to begin, "the Wise Mad King said.
"It's a shame, though. The Forest Ocean was the cradle that gave birth to us fairies," the Half-Fairy General Gru said. He had always been a loyal supporter of the Wise Mad King, and he had always stood by the Wise Mad King's side. Without his help, the Wise Mad King would not have been able to carry out many of his plans, let alone accomplish such a grand undertaking. "You're right. You're right. You're right. You're right. You're right.
The Forest Ocean is the cradle that gave birth to us, but the fairies have to grow up and leave the cradle that we were born in. Now, it is time for us to take that first step, "the Wise Mad King said proudly.
While the Wise Mad King was speaking passionately, the two Demigods from the Fairy Clan, who were close to the Wise Mad King, were burning with rage. The Wise Mad King had betrayed them. As soon as the Puppet Plan was activated, they could feel the power that they had painstakingly accumulated over the years surging through the Godsfall cult's Black Flame Tattoo and into the altar that they had risked their lives to protect. Only now did they realize that the Wise Mad King wanted to sacrifice them to make up for the missing parts of the plan.
What was even more infuriating was that they couldn't resist at all. The Black Flame Tattoo on their body was not only a channel to steal their power, but it was also burning like a raging flame, imprisoning their bodies tightly.
The Morningstar Sage endured the excruciating pain and used the last of his will and strength to cast a forbidden spell at the Wise Mad King's palace. However, before the spell could reach the Wise Mad King's eyes, it was blocked by multiple layers of defensive barriers that had been set up around the palace.
Gru, the Half-Elf, sensed something was amiss, and he asked, "Morningstar Sage?"
The Wise Mad King nodded. "The plan needs his power, and he needs to sacrifice himself."
"Isn't that too heavy a price to pay?" Gru asked, a pained expression on his face.
"It doesn't matter. As long as the plan succeeds, being a Demigod is meaningless. This is the time for them to make their last contribution," the Wise Mad King replied coldly.
Compared to the elven powerhouses' indignant but helpless anger, the demons seemed rather calm, especially the bald leader, Xeron. He did not seem to care that he had been used as a sacrifice at all. Instead, he revealed a sneer as if his plan had succeeded. He lowered his voice and said, "Hehe, everything went smoothly. Everything went perfectly according to the script …"
Beneath his feet was a dark red river of blood, and a large number of corpses. It turned out that the other guards of the altar had all been killed by him.
"Well then, allow me to add one last flame to your great cause, Your Excellency," the bald demon said, laughing coldly. The bald demon sneered. He stabbed his hand into his chest and pulled out an organ, but it was not his heart. Instead, it was an eyeball covered in uneven blood vessels that was constantly moving! It looked extremely disgusting.
Xeron tossed the eyeball into the depths of the altar. Immediately, a large amount of demonic green fire burst forth from the eyeball. With the altar as the center, the fire began to spread in all directions.
The bald demon, who had a bowl-sized wound on his chest, did not die immediately. Instead, his body suddenly burst into flames and turned into a green flame that merged with the spreading waves of fire.
The Wise Mad King had no idea what was going on. He was filled with longing and anticipation as he looked at the sea of trees, which had turned from a dark green to a deathly gray.
He stood there until the first rays of light shone on the earth. As the light tore through the darkness, the sea of trees appeared before everyone's eyes again. This time, however, it was not as peaceful and peaceful as it used to be. Instead, it was a black land that had fallen into a deathly silence.
At the very center of the forest, which was also the core and the most crucial node where the most defensive forces were deployed, stood a colossal monster over twenty meters tall. It had the shape of a human and looked like a giant weaved from tree branches. It stood on the dead black land as if it was the king of the land.
This was the final product of the Godsfall cult's plan. It was what they called a 'puppet'.
"So, after all that effort, all they got was a giant wooden robot? It's actually a real wooden robot, huh? " Baiyi, who was flying in the sky, noticed the eye-catching giant, and he could not help but grumble.
Baiyi had not been able to stop what had happened that night, but he did not seem to have suffered any losses. Aside from the loss of the fairies' treehouses, and the fact that Baiyi had woken up to find that the sea of trees was gone, Baiyi had cried so hard that his head was about to explode.
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