Volume 4: The End of the World Chapter 86 Children
Ebony stood at the edge and looked out at the storm howling in the forest - that was Flora who was chasing with high-level storm spells.
It was not until the other party completely disappeared from his sight that he turned to William with some curiosity and asked:
"Why didn't you do it yourself just now?"
From the spider monster's terrified attitude towards William, Ebony could fully feel the deterrent power of this man who was known as the strongest magic caster in history.
And if half of the legends he had heard since childhood were true, then as long as this legendary figure himself wanted to deal with the scene before him, he could solve it perfectly in the blink of an eye.
So, why did he have to waste his precious enchanted items multiple times in one go and let Flora handle it on his behalf?
Especially when Flora was obviously not in good shape.
In response to this question, William looked at the stitched monsters that were frozen into ice not far away, and said :
"There are some things she needs to figure out on her own. Even I can't help her with this..."
As William spoke, he walked up to the only ice wither that still maintained its human form and gently placed his hand on the ice wither's head.
"Find out what?"
Hearing this answer, Ebony couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Her own destiny... no matter what was imposed upon her at birth or what was given to her later. Only when she understands her own destiny can she make the right choice. But I don't want to interfere with this process. So let's take this opportunity to do something relaxing."
As he spoke, William exerted a little force on his hands. The ice tower under his palms began to crack. Quill Wolf, who had been frozen by Floralo, was released by William intact.
Quill's frozen consciousness suddenly woke up - he was still feeling the biting cold in the previous second, but in the next second he felt like dried fur, with a baked scent all over his body.
"Well...I..."
Completely at a loss for what to do, Quill half-knelt on the ground in exhaustion. He looked at his own shadow on the ground from which steam was rising, and uttered meaningless sounds with trembling lips.
A shadow fell, covering up his own shadow.
Quill couldn't help but raise his head mechanically and stiffly. In his sight, a person stood in front of him like a mountain.
Because the man was facing the moonlight, Quill could not see the expression on his face. But judging from his clothes and hair color, he was the human magic caster he had insulted before.
There were no words, but the aura emanating from the other person at this moment made Quill feel as if a cold hand was gripping his heart.
"I……"
"I don't need you to introduce yourself to me."
The man interrupted him before he could open his mouth, and then said in a tone that did not allow for any doubt:
"You just need to tell me where the people who asked you to come here are right now."
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The tree spirit and the imperial ambassador fled in two different directions. According to common sense, Flora should first chase the tree spirit that could easily hide itself in the forest.
But the only request made by the Chief Judge was to capture the "Imperial Ambassador" alive. Although the Chief Judge did not explain the reason, it was obvious that the Imperial Ambassador was much more important than the tree spirit.
That ambassador is definitely not human...
This was the thought that naturally popped into Flora's mind during the pursuit.
The "ambassador" was now escaping through the woods using his hands and feet - his posture was not awkward at all, but rather revealed a certain strange elegance.
Even without the assistance of any magic, the opponent seemed to ignore the gravity of falling, running along the narrow branches as if walking on flat ground, and the coordination of his movements was like some multi-legged arthropod.
But even though the opponent's jumping speed between trees was extremely fast, the [Wings of Wind] formed by the violent storm lingering behind Flora still made the distance between them closer and closer.
Flora's attainments in storm magic were not high, and she was unable to calm the violent souls in the storm and make them take effect quietly. Therefore, although using [Wind Wings] to fly fast, the violent roar also exposed her position.
Perhaps it was because she heard the approaching roar and felt that she could not distance herself any further. Suddenly, the imperial ambassador stretched out her slender limbs as if all the bones in her body were broken. Then, like a butterfly trapped in a spider web, she swayed back and forth in a strange posture and stopped in mid-air.
"My Lord Duke, how about we say goodbye here?"
The ambassador, dangling in mid-air, said this while looking at the oncoming storm.
Although her voice was not loud, Flora, whose ears were filled with the roar of the storm, could still hear it clearly.
Flora immediately lifted the spell and stood on a branch as thick as an arm. She looked directly at the person in front of her and said in a cold voice:
"What did you mean by saying that I was no longer blessed by the Great Mother?"
Isn't the so-called blessing of the Holy Tree Mother something she had given up long ago?
In order to free herself from the blessing of the curse, she spent her whole life pursuing that absurd mission. She chose to study magic that was considered taboo by the forest elves, and even transformed herself into an immortal lich, giving up her most precious thing for this.
But now someone told her that what she got in return for giving up everything was just another blessing in a different form?
Upon hearing this, the "ambassador" hovering in the air nervously looked behind Flora for a long time. After confirming that the evil star, the disaster, had kept its promise and did not chase after her, it said with relief:
"If I tell you the reason, can you let me go?"
Flora did not reply, but the chill that gradually spread in the air answered her.
"How can you negotiate like this..."
Before the ambassador could finish his words, he felt a slight stinging pain on his cheek, followed by the warmth of a sticky liquid flowing down.
It subconsciously touched the wound, gritted its teeth and was about to attack, but the other party raised his hand to show something to it.
It was a knife made purely of frost - this was a very basic frost spell that solidified frost magic to create a makeshift weapon. Even an apprentice who had just learned frost magic could perform this little trick.
But the key point is that the knife was stained with his own blood.
This made the ambassador's expression instantly turn ugly.
What had just injured him was not some ranged spell that he had not been able to see clearly. Instead, the other party had come to his side, scratched his cheek with a knife, and then returned to where he was.
All of this was done while time was paused when [Zero Entropy] was in effect.
In other words, the amount of magic power stored in the item that Disaster just gave to this guy is so large that it is enough for him to squander the most advanced divine-level magic at will?
Then what's the point of it fighting?
Originally, my only chance of winning against the Duke of the Holy Tree was to use up all his stored magic power. But the other party could just throw out [Anti-Entropy] at the beginning as a warning?
If you want to kill someone so badly, why don't you just do it yourself?
What kind of hypocritical game of playing hard to get is this fun? Or is it like imagining to enjoy the process of victory like a moon spirit?
Are you the spirit of the moon, or am I the spirit of the moon?
After fiercely cursing the disaster who claimed that he "would never take action" in his heart, the ambassador gnashed his teeth and said:
"Well, if you really want to know, but I think it would be easier for you not to know some things..."
At this point, the web weaver couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
Telling this person the truth might be a chance for me to escape...
So it came straight to the point and stated the conclusion:
"You, and Neh from more than a thousand years ago... yes, the member of the Tribunal from whom you inherited the legacy, are actually the children of Lady Camilla."
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"What did you say?"
Even though Nezemare felt that she had been with the Judge for so long and had seen a lot of the world, when she heard Remedios say this, she was so shocked that she stopped in her tracks and felt like her jaw was about to drop.
"Nehe is Camilla's child. You should have heard it clearly just now."
Remedios replied.
"So, the child is the child I understand? Not a metaphor or a symbol or something like that?"
Nezemal looked at the high elf whose face showed no emotion at all and continued to ask.
The other party said without any change in expression:
"It's a child in the literal sense. That was when Camilla was not yet Camilla. At that time, she resonated with the belief in the Earth Mother of Ravenwood and became the second main , the embodiment of darkness and tyranny that the 'Mother' belief still lacks. In order to complete that ritual, she swallowed all of her children. But as a mother, the last bit of reason, or humanity, made her create the soul box and store all the souls of her children in it.
"The real Neh had actually died during the conversion ritual. The lich conversion ritual of Ravenwood evolved into a ritual to awaken the Mother Goddess. It was not to preserve the soul of the converted, but just to need the body. In fact, the Neh we know is actually the soul of Camilla's child thousands of years ago, driving the body of the forest elf named 'Neh'."
