Volume 4: The End of the World Chapter 76 Eggs and Arrows
The three people stared in silence at the nothingness that stretched to the end of their sight, which was darker than darkness.
After a long while, Wu Mu broke the oppressive silence and asked in a tone full of awe:
"So, what exactly is this place?"
"This is what is called... the end of the world."
William answered slowly.
After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, then continued with a sigh:
"But I didn't expect that the so-called end of the world is really the end of the world in every sense..."
After saying this, he ignored the exclamations of Ebony and Flora and went straight across the boundary marker.
"Please wait a moment, there..."
Ebony stretched out his hand and wanted to pull William back, but perhaps because it happened too suddenly, his movement was still a beat slow.
William stepped straight into the darkness of nothingness.
However, the other party did not fall into the dark abyss and disappear as he imagined, or was directly swallowed up by the endless dark nothingness.
William was like white dye dripping on black paper, maintaining a distinct and abrupt presence, and was so lonely and printed in the pure dark background.
Although he looked like he was constantly moving forward, the distance between him and the boundary marker did not change at all.
As for William, what he could feel was the purest "nothingness" - no gravity, no temperature, no smell, no distance, no sound, and he couldn't even feel the passage of time or the changes in space... In other words, it was the ultimate feeling of loneliness that he had ever experienced alone in the Treasure Hall.
If he didn't look back, he would feel like he was the only one in the world.
This scene reminded him of the legend he had heard before about the Blind Sisterhood - according to legend, the treasure of the Eighth Holy Spirit was hidden at the end of the world when William Kane left this world.
William was also confused about where the treasure hall he had called up through the console was.
The prototype of the Treasure Hall should be a blank room used by game developers to debug various props, NPCs, monsters and other objects. Therefore, it looks like it is neither in the real world, nor in the Moon Realm, let alone in the legendary Star Realm or Realm of Light.
But the scene he saw before him directly told him the answer: there was nothingness beyond the borders of the map, and it was the true end of the world.
However, while he was shocked, another thing that had been hanging in William's mind was also put to rest at this moment.
At least the end of the world was not a wall of air - although this did not make much difference in practical terms, at least this endless nothingness allowed him to find some reassuring explanations.
William remembered that in the creation myths of various places, there were similar concepts such as "infinite light" and "empty nothingness". In the "Seven Holy Spirits Creation" hypothesis, which is said to be closest to the truth of creation, the Seven Holy Spirits created the present world after sinking from the Realm of Light and arriving in the "Land of Nothingness and Dullness".
In this case, since the edge of Ravenwood is the so-called end of the world, it also proves from another perspective that the Ravenwood timeline intercepted by Ms. Hungry is definitely not just a history that is very different from the present world.
Since it is floating in the void at the end of the world, it should still be an unhatched world egg, or an incomplete miniature world.
In other words, once Camilla's conspiracy succeeds, it will never be as they said before. It will just become new history and be incorporated into the present world... It is very likely that the entire timeline of the present world will start from here and extend directly to the past and the future and be recompiled.
A world ruled by the dead since the beginning of creation, and slowly heading towards endless decay.
Thinking of this, William turned around and stepped back into the boundary marker.
"Now that you have witnessed the scenery at the end of the world, I think you should now realize that the world you live in is nothing but an illusion, right?"
William took a step back and looked at Flora and asked.
The latter nodded with a heavy face.
Upon seeing this, William raised the magic medium in his hand and drew a door with flashing lightning in mid-air.
He cast the spell and said:
"In that case, we can now return to Holy Tree City and deal with Ravenwood on this side."
"Deal with... it?"
Speculating anxiously about this ominous statement, Flora asked in a very difficult tone.
"Completely correct the wrong history caused by Camilla in the past, and let all the dead who have been exploited by them rest in peace."
Since the way out of Ravenwood was conceptually blocked, William had no choice but to take some extreme measures.
As soon as he finished speaking, the portal leading to the outside of Holy Tree City suddenly lit up.
The lightning illuminated the surrounding darkness. William stood in front of the portal and looked at the two people and said:
"Come back to Holy Tree City with me quickly. We still have a race to save."
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"This... is absolutely impossible!"
Nezemal's eyes widened as he watched Flora rise from the altar.
"Why not?"
Seeing Nezemar's almost out-of-control expression, Bishop Sigmund asked with his previous politeness.
"because……"
Nezemal subconsciously looked at the ritual trigger on his left hand, the Ouroboros-shaped brass ring.
The trigger of the ritual to revive Flora's soul is still in her hand. According to the previous agreement with the Chief , if there are no special circumstances, she should start the ritual again in three days... As for the soul of the previous tree spirit, it was sealed in the soul storage crystal by the Chief Judge.
More importantly, even if Flora woke up early for some unexpected reason, why didn't the Chief Judge come back with her?
Combining this information, who could this "Fularo" who suddenly appears now be?
Thinking of this, Nezemar looked at Flora who had stood up. At this moment, she was looking around, her eyes were as confused as a newborn baby.
"Duke Floralo?"
Nezemar asked tentatively.
The other party seemed not to hear her voice and was still looking around the furnishings in the treetop temple.
"Duke Floro, are you back?!"
Nezemare raised her voice, saying that she was going to walk straight over.
But it was also at this time that she felt as if her feet had taken root and she couldn't even lift them.
Looking down, she saw that countless tough dark brown vines had clung to her ankles without her noticing.
It really took root. And not only her, but everyone else present, including the forest druids of the Oak Council, was fixed in place by the roots.
"I said, my goal is just to bring His Excellency the Duke with us."
Nezemar looked up and saw Sigmund, who had been at the entrance of the temple, had appeared in front of her. For some reason, several yellow leaves were floating around him.
"For now, I don't want to have a direct conflict with you."
The leader of the Second Sect, the Cult of Return, still had a polite smile on his face, but the dangerous aura he exuded made Nezemar reach directly for the item hanging on his belt...
"Is that so? If you want to activate that terrible thing here, that's a completely different matter."
Before Nezemal was about to take out the magic-sealing rune that the Inquisitor had left for her, which contained a powerful summoning spell, more vines sprang up from the ground like snakes and bound her hands tightly .
"I have to say that I'm very sorry about this. Daughter of Silver Blood, Nezemar, we should have known each other as both devout members of the Holy Spirit Church..."
At this moment, Bishop Sigmund's face was full of apology and mercy. Nezemar had heard in the past when he was in the Eighth Order that whenever these "Mother" believers had to take the lives of others, they would often have this expression.
After he finished speaking, Sigmund's right hand turned into a wooden cone made of dead wood and pierced directly into Nezemar's chest, but at the same time, the silver pendant hanging on the latter's chest burst out with silver light, and invisible ripples instantly appeared between the two.
That was the life-saving gadget William left behind before he left because he was worried.
"Holy Spirit Guardian?"
Sigmund was slightly surprised. He looked up at Nezemar who was unable to move, and continued:
"It's amazing that you haven't been abandoned by the Eighth Holy Spirit yet? But this doesn't make any sense..."
As he spoke, the dead leaf-colored pendant on his chest also emitted a dark brown light.
With both being blessed by the Holy Spirit, the two forces began to cancel each other out, and his right hand, which had turned into a wooden stake, began to push towards Nezemar's chest little by little.
However, at this moment, Sigmund's expression suddenly changed. He turned around and put his right hand, which had turned into a dead tree, in front of his chest. A wooden shield as thick as black iron suddenly appeared in front of him...
Then, he flew backwards.
He didn't stop until he was almost at the edge of the temple - countless roots and vines formed a big net behind him to catch him.
On the thick shield formed by his right hand, there was an arrow as transparent as glass.
"It's you. The information about the Tower of Annihilation is indeed correct..."
The arrow passed through the shield and pierced Sigmund's right arm, and the sharp arrowhead came out directly from the elbow.
He gritted his teeth, looked at the indifferent woman at the door, and said viciously:
“You are here after all, Remedios Moonshadow!”
