Volume 4: The End of the World Chapter 61 Arrival
As the soul box "clicked" into the center of the ritual, William turned around and looked at Nezemar and others.
"Although there are still many problems, if I follow Florallo to another period of history, I will leave the affairs of the Emerald Province to you. Protect this place well. As I said before, the time limit is three days. No matter what happens at that time, you must stop this ritual and let Florallo's soul return to the soul box."
William gave one last instruction.
Although he left behind means of transmission coordinates and communication, he was not sure whether the information could be synchronized between different timelines at that time - it was highly likely that it could not, so he set a specific time for himself to go to the other side.
In three days, we will return to this side regardless of success or failure.
Everyone nodded, with a somewhat helpless feeling in their expressions.
After all, the presiding judge had repeated these things to them many times on the way here.
William himself was not at all impatient about this. He felt relieved only after asking them to repeat his previous instructions.
There shouldn't be any problem. After all, Remedios will arrive in Holy Tree City soon. With her in charge here, it shouldn't be a big problem even if I'm away for three days.
Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to Flora, who was already lying on the altar. The latter nodded to him, indicating that she was ready.
So William started the spell.
The mechanism on the soul box rotated layer by layer, and the runes engraved on it suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and then quickly dimmed. The old box was slowly opened with a dangerous sound, and a mass of frost and miasma poured out of it, quickly forming in the air, forming a vague human figure.
If the soul is out of the soul box and is exposed to the outside world for a long time, it will soon undergo a change similar to "rot", and eventually lose its self-awareness, becoming a ghost or evil spirit driven by memory and instinct. Therefore, the moment the soul box was opened, William's spell engraved on the altar was immediately activated, and a powerful attraction firmly pulled it to the altar, and then made it penetrate into it bit by bit.
Since the tree spirit had been temporarily invited into the soul storage crystal by William, the altar connected to the core of the entire subtree naturally became an empty container, enough to carry Flora's powerful soul.
The spell that he had previously engraved on it was nothing more than an interface that could provide "false authorization".
Forcing the soul of the dead into a corpse in order to awaken the dead is considered an entry-level technique in necromancy - if you ignore the "wear and tear" caused by the mismatch between the two, and just use it as a firework that is destined to burn out.
The advanced technique is how to maintain a delicate balance between the two, just like adjusting a clock, and use the dead as servants that can exist for a long time. Going a step further, there are techniques such as lich conversion, which can infuse souls into objects and preserve them for a long time.
Soul Box, also known as Life Box.
The small tree under William's feet is a huge soul box.
Normally, the phylactery would have a powerful defense mechanism that was extremely difficult to destroy and invade. However, with the help of William's spell, Florona's divine soul quickly took over and merged into it.
The split soul composed of emerald green light spots soon took shape in front of William in the form of Flora.
"Mr. Judge, I seem to have succeeded?"
She asked, looking at her arms.
"You are not successful if you are still here. Try to catch the shadow of the tree spirit in the dream and fall asleep."
William replied.
Flora's soul nodded and disappeared before his eyes, and then all William could do was wait.
After all, it was just a hypothesis. Whether they both went to another timeline together, or only one of them went there, or in the worst case, they could not go to another timeline at all... it was still unknown what would happen in the end.
But if successful, he is indeed very curious about what it would be like to jump through timelines.
William stared at Flora lying on the altar, waiting for the moment when she would switch to another timeline, the one where she had already begun to rot.
Then, after waiting for almost two hours, he began to get impatient.
To be honest, he admired his own patience.
So, is it a failure?
This question lingered in the minds of everyone present, but no one asked it out loud. Instead, it turned into some strange invisible pressure, making this relatively spacious treetop temple gradually become oppressive.
William looked at Flora who was still lying on the altar, wondering whether he should wake her up.
"Your Excellency the Judge...should we step aside for a moment?"
Perhaps seeing William's gradually gloomy face, Nazemar finally asked carefully.
“No, you guys…”
William waved his hand, but suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
A strange idea came into his mind.
"Close your eyes, and don't make any noise."
William said.
"What?"
"Just do it."
As he spoke, he closed his eyes and at the same time removed the detection spell that was usually activated on his body.
After a few seconds, there was only dark silence in the entire treetop temple.
William silently counted his heartbeats, and when it reached about 120, he opened his eyes again.
The entire temple was empty and he was the only one left.
"Before you looked at this flower, it and you were both in silence."
William snapped his fingers in a frivolous manner that was very inconsistent with his personality, and whispered a sentence he liked very much.
Then he walked slowly to the edge of the temple and opened the door.
It was night, and outside the door, the entire night sky was painted with a green color that was reminiscent of vomit, and a pink color that was reminiscent of cancer.
The moon curled up in a corner of the sky like a pale, deformed dead fetus, smearing the moonlight on the entire Ravenwood Forest, making the land look as sick as if it was infected with stubborn psoriasis.
We have arrived.
He thought.
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Because the chief judge did not say when he could open his eyes, Nezemar and the others waited for a long time. It was not until anxiety and curiosity occupied half of her mind in a one-to-one ratio that she asked tentatively:
"Lord William?"
No one responded to her question, so she asked again.
After waiting for a long time, she slowly opened her eyes with trembling eyelids.
There was no trace of William Kane in the Treetop Temple, as if he had never been here.
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When going downstairs, William met several "natives" here. The flesh on the chest of one of them had almost rotted away, and his exposed ribs looked like armor of some special material; the part above the eyebrows of another one was cut off, and his eyes were rolling around like a billiard ball in a cup.
Both of them nodded politely to William - this made him sweat for the latter, fearing that the eyeballs in his eye sockets would roll out.
William also nodded slightly in greeting, then turned to ask the guy with protruding ribs where his Duke of the Holy Tree was at the moment.
"You don't know?!"
Unexpectedly, when William asked this question, the other party was very surprised.
"Should I know?"
William asked back calmly.
"I saw you just came out of the Treetop Temple, and I thought you were also there to pray for the Duke...
"It's like this. The Duke gave a speech in front of the World Tree earlier, announcing that he and the Imperials had carried out a joint operation and successfully captured the rebels hiding in the underground roots. He planned to publicly execute them all...
"But when she was halfway through her speech, she suddenly fell to the ground without any warning and passed out. She had no vital signs at all. Now the entire Bone Palace is in chaos. The forest druids of the Oak Council are calling on us to go to the various treetop temples to pray to the Holy Tree Mother for the Duke."
After thanking the two of them, well, at least they felt that they were human beings...Anyway, after thanking them, William quickened his pace.
Although he was very curious about how these undead confirmed the so-called "vital signs", he now had a general grasp of the situation on Flora's side.
I have to go there quickly to meet up with the other party, and then work together to find and destroy the flaws that Ms. Hungry and Corrupted has hidden here within three days.
If possible, completely destroy this timeline.
Thinking of this, William used the [Eagle Eye Technique] to take a distant look at the World Tree in the center of the city.
Then he couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, and swear words almost jumped out.
In this timeline, the so-called "World Tree" is a pregnant woman covered with countless maggots and colorful fungi.
A woman with a mountainous appearance.
It is the ultimate enlarged version of the void incarnation of the hungry and corrupt lady that he defeated in the past.
