Tang Zheng's eyes shimmered with a blue magical glow as he used the "Clairvoyance" spell. Seeing Anri successfully block an attack from one of the Magic Tree's roots, he felt reassured.
Indeed!
That massive, hundreds-of-meters-long, snake-like black behemoth was a root of the Magic Tree—or rather, just a part of one.
Through the aerial view provided by "Clairvoyance," Tang Zheng could observe even more clearly that the root was only the front section. Its true length, according to the information he remembered, should be over 300 meters.
And the Magic Tree had six such roots!
It was an utterly absurd monster; the Slane Theocracy called it the "Destruction Dragon Lord," which, to people from another world, was no exaggeration.
"With Anri's burst of power enough to block just one section of the Magic Tree's root, the Blue Rose adventurers' subjugation team should be able to retreat safely."
Tang Zheng chanted softly again: "Clairvoyance."
The view shifted!
This time, the location was the border area between the Empire and the Kingdom in the Katz Plains.
At a glance, the chaotic and intertwined slaughter between the two countries was visible, the air filled with wisps of smog-like pale yellow powder.
Scalding blood continuously splattered on the ground!
Beneath the loose, dark brown soil, a dense network of hair-like roots spread, rapidly absorbing the blood that fell on the ground.
Even beneath the bodies of the soldiers from both countries who had fallen, mycelium-like roots emerged, connecting to the corpses.
However!
This abnormal situation was ignored by both the Kingdom and the Empire's forces. Numerous soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, clashed and slaughtered each other.
The entire battlefield had become a meat grinder of endless fighting!
"It's the 'Berserk' negative status," Tang Zheng muttered, his face darkening as he watched the scene transmitted by the magic.
"To be able to affect this place from so far within the Tove Great Forest..."
"This doesn't seem like a temporary arrangement!"
Based on the information Anri had relayed and his own analysis, the special abilities currently displayed by the Magic Tree were roughly threefold:
① Releasing pollen with "Charm" and "Berserk" negative effects.
② Spreading seeds with parasitic abilities over a wide area.
③ The hosts parasitized by the seeds could give birth to Terror Treants, ordinary Treants, or red flowers, depending on their strength.
This reminded Tang Zheng of the Death Knight, where slain living beings could be transformed into minion zombies or ordinary undead zombies.
Based on this information, he speculated that there should also be a certain limit to the number of Terror Treants that the Magic Tree could create.
Additionally, as the "mother," the Magic Tree could use the roots of its offspring to absorb the energy of corpses from a distance after they died.
"That Terror Treant doesn't have such intelligence." Tang Zheng frowned slightly, recalling the monstrous behavior of the Terror Treant he had observed.
"Is that Tree Sprite behind it?"
He continued to watch the images transmitted by "Clairvoyance."
Amidst the widespread chaos, only a few figures remained unaffected. On the Kingdom's side, there were only Gazef and Renners, while on the Empire's side, there were only the Four Knights.
The few who remained conscious were trying to stop the soldiers from attacking each other in a self-destructive manner.
However, faced with the soldiers who had fallen into "Berserk," verbal warnings were useless, and they could only resort to violence.
Tang Zheng paused briefly and activated the skill: "Information."
"Master!" The soft, respectful voice of the Lizardman Kuruche echoed in his mind.
...At the same moment!
Slane Theocracy.
God Capital, inside a temple.
The clean marble floor reflected more than a dozen figures.
Each figure exuded a powerful aura, their equipment varied and far from simple, possessing an almost playful aesthetic, yet somehow maintaining a strange sense of coordination.
Each person stood quietly in place, some calm, some indifferent, some silent.
Any one of them, placed outside, could easily contend against a "Mithril-ranked" adventurer team.
They were the most secretive and powerful unit in the Theocracy—the Darkness Scripture.
Suddenly, a girl dressed in a high school uniform-like outfit, pushed up her half-rimmed glasses with a slender finger, and announced with a serious expression: "The Magic Tree has revived."
The words hung in the air!
A brief silence descended.
The expressions on the faces of everyone present varied as they all turned to look at the black-haired youth sitting on the ground in the very center.
He was wearing light armor made of leather and metal, in black, white, and blue, and held a very dilapidated spear.
"As expected of you, Astrology Thousand Miles."
"Although it's a few years earlier than initially predicted, it wasn't a waste to wait if you could re-deduce the revival time to be within this period."
The youth looked up, his long black hair sliding down either side of his shoulders, expectation flickering in his eyes as he scanned two figures in the crowd.
Four Elements and Infinite Mana!
As if sensing the captain's gaze.
Infinite Mana, a slovenly female mage wearing a large black hat, lazily turned her head.
She exuded an aura of decadence and indolence.
"Infinite Mana," the God-Human Captain said softly.
Considering what was about to happen, it was most appropriate for her to handle the magic consumption.
"Yes~"
Infinite Mana's wavy, sky-blue hair fluttered slightly, a hint of gloom in her eyes beneath her drooping eyelids as she weakly said, "Teleport."
Whoosh!
Infinite Mana vanished from the spot.
The air returned to stillness, and everyone waited quietly.
Astrology Thousand Miles placed one arm across her chest, while the other hung naturally at her side, carrying a magical item called a pink "bag."
Her peculiar and somewhat embarrassing attire was rather out of place in the relatively traditional environment of the Slane Theocracy.
But there was no choice.
This outfit was one of the legacies left behind by the great Six Great Gods, all powerful magical items.
"The commotion caused by the Magic Tree's revival this time is too great."
"The Adventurer's Guild from the Kingdom has already intervened. It's probably impossible to handle this silently."
Astrology Thousand Miles had also been paying attention to the situation in the Tove Great Forest. Thinking of the scene she had just seen through magic, a solemn look flashed in her eyes, and she thought to herself:
"That girl should be Anri of Free Will, it's unbelievable... No wonder she could eliminate the legendary undead Soul-Eating Demon."
"However, she didn't show that kind of strength before... Is it a special burst-type ability?"
While she was contemplating and analyzing the information.
A surge of magical energy erupted.
Everyone's eyes turned to the location where the magical energy was emanating from.
The Infinite Mana, who had just left, returned, bringing a figure with her.
It was a very old woman, her face covered in wrinkles, making it impossible to easily guess her exact age.
Most striking.
Was the old woman wearing a bizarre, golden-yellow dress. According to information passed down from the gods.
This was a type of clothing called a "cheongsam."
Mostly worn by women in their twenties or thirties, it was really unsuitable for older people to wear such clothing.
It gave off a "wanton" feeling.
This thought flashed through the minds of several members present, but it was quickly suppressed.
Everyone knew that this was no ordinary garment, but a True God-class artifact left behind by the Six Great Gods.
"Lady Kerry."
The God-Human Captain, who had been sitting on the ground, had already stood up, gripping his dilapidated spear in one hand, and spoke with a hint of respect.
"Thank you for waiting."
Kerry narrowed her smiling eyes slightly and nodded to everyone present, "Next, I will be under your protection."
Whoosh!
The atmosphere tensed.
"Let's go!" the God-Human Captain said.
...
Meanwhile.
On the outskirts of the Katz Plains battlefield.
A figure wrapped in straw was approaching the outer edges of the battlefield area where the Kingdom and the Empire were clashing, a white, scaly tail protruding from the straw behind it.
This figure was clearly not human!
Lizardman Kuruche moved her legs, and from afar, she could hear the fierce shouts of humans fighting. The smell of blood in the air grew stronger as she approached the battlefield.
Without realizing it.
Lizardman Kuruche recalled the disaster that befell her tribe.
Countless lizardman corpses dyed the lake red, with only a pure white figure standing on the battlefield, seemingly isolated from the scarlet world.
"Hoo~"
Lizardman Kuruche exhaled, removing the chaotic memories from her mind and regaining her senses.
She and Anri returned together, making a special trip to the Great Swamp to visit the surviving lizardman community from afar.
Now, everyone is living well.
That's enough!
In the memories of her tribesmen, she is, after all, a dead lizardman, and it is best not to appear before them.
Crack! Tap!
Lizardman Kuruche stepped on a hard object under her feet. She lowered her head and found a broken piece of arm armor, covered with traces of blood.
"Whether it's lizardmen or humans... there will always be conflict."
In Lizardman Kuruche's clear red pupils, a certain confusion and doubt flickered. She raised her head again and continued to approach the increasingly clear battlefield:
"Humans clearly do not lack food, so why do they still kill each other?"
This is what she cannot understand at the moment.
The main reason the lizardmen used to be hostile to each other was because of food, but now that the lizardman population has decreased, food has become plentiful.
The five major lizardman tribes have even merged into one.
Lizardman Kuruche also thought of the hill country, where various races can now live together peacefully under Tang Zheng's rule.
"Is it... an external threat?"
Lizardman Kuruche whispered to herself, seemingly discovering a dangerous answer.
Tap!
She stopped.
The battlefield was already close at hand, and all around were the roars of humans killing each other.
The pale yellow powder floating in the air caused Lizardman Kuruche's emotions to fluctuate slightly, but with early precautions, the effect was not obvious.
Reducing the frequency of breathing.
Lizardman Kuruche raised her hands and pointed them at the sky, her whole body emitting a faint blue light: "4th Tier Magic—Cloud Manipulation!"
The next moment.
The originally clear sky visibly darkened, and a large cloud began to gather above the battlefield.
Whoosh~ Whoosh~
Drip-drip!
Gusts of wind accompanied by drizzling rain poured down.
Lizardman Kuruche turned and left again, her straw-covered figure gradually disappearing into the rain.
The duration of Cloud Manipulation will not be too long, but it is no problem to clear the pollen floating in the air within the range.
On the battlefield.
Bang! Bang!
Renners, with a frosty expression, slammed her hands together, knocking out the soldiers who rushed in front of her:
"What on earth is going on!"
All the soldiers had lost their minds and were even attacking their own people.
At first, Renners thought it was the Empire's doing, but then she discovered that the Empire was also experiencing chaos.
It was clear that an "unknown" third party had intervened!
"Miss Renners!"
Gazef suddenly shouted from a distance.
He was also dealing with the chaotic soldiers, knocking them out one by one. Only by doing this could he prevent suicide and fratricide.
Whoosh!
A faint sound of air being cut, rang from the blind spot in her vision.
Renners' expression changed instantly. She stepped her left foot back, arched her back, and bent over, like a drawn bow.
The figure of a Rotten Wolf had silently appeared in front of Renners, and a fierce kick swept past the position where her head had been just a moment ago.
A missed hit!
Consecutive Kicks
The Rotten Wolf twisted its body in mid-air, a ferocious, bloodthirsty expression on its face. Turning, its left leg slammed down from above. "Die! You're a traitor!"
"Hmph!"
Renners snorted coldly, using the black spear in her hand to brace herself against the ground. "Flow Acceleration!"
Her body's speed suddenly increased!
Dodging the attack, she thrust her spear backhanded, fiercely aiming for the Rotten Wolf.
"Fortress!" The Rotten Wolf used two short blades, crossing them in front of its body.
Clang!
A crisp, explosive sound rang out.
The Rotten Wolf felt the force transmitted from the spear tip, and a smirk appeared on its lips. It had already determined that Renners' strength was below its own.
"Crack!"
The Rotten Wolf quickly turned its head. One of the daggers in its hand had snapped, and the broken blade flew past its ear, making its eye twitch.
The shouts of soldiers rose from all directions.
Renners dodged the chaotic attacks of the surrounding soldiers, while keeping a close watch on the rapidly moving Rotten Wolf in the distance, and Immovable, who was watching her intently from the other side.
Drip!
Drip!
"It's raining?" Renners looked at the raindrops falling on her spear and rolling off, and her eyes lit up.
She had already realized that the reason everyone had fallen into a "berserk" state was because of some powdery substance permeating the air.
Once it rained, it would be able to clear these substances from the air.
The sudden rain brought a sense of relief to everyone present who was still conscious. The thought of "Finally, we can fight without holding back!" arose in their hearts!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Rotten Wolf and Immovable moved simultaneously, charging towards Renners from opposite sides, while Gazef was targeted by the other two of the Four Knights.
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