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Chapter 1469 The Magic of Cleaning

"Ahhh-"

Underworld Kul raised his hands with his eyes wide open, but he still couldn't stop the ground from sinking, and the supporting stone pillars collapsed one by one.

"I will make you part of my body!"

Countless small anti-life trees climbed along the stone pillars and spread towards the falling earth.

"That's my territory, don't even think about setting foot there!"

Ishtar fell from the sky and grabbed Hadeskul's hands. Behind her were the roots of the golden sea of ​​trees that grew out from the bottom of the earth.

The two branches of the same origin yet opposite to each other are like a pair of hands, intertwined together, as if they are about to merge into one, yet they attack each other.

In the underworld, Kul has to face not only Ishtar, but also the entire land full of life pressing down on him.

No matter how heart-wrenchingly Kul of the Underworld roars, he cannot stop the earth from falling. Just as life is bound to face death, the underworld is destined to be far away from life, under the earth.

"If you want me to go back to that damn place, I won't let you have it easy!"

The eyes of Hades Kul burst into a mournful and crazy red light, but the stone pillars that blocked the earth's fall collapsed one by one, and the small anti-life trees that were intertwined with the roots of the golden tree sea seemed to have fallen into a kind of silence.

His madness appeared in other places, in the towns of humans. Fighting with the Tree of Life, the Olive Tree of Peace, and the Sea of ​​Golden Apple Trees could no longer gain more vitality, so he would harvest those weaker lives.

This final madness, as if they were all going to die together, made the people defending the city feel extremely stressed.

Alcmene Village, known as the original novice village, has the first teleportation tower used by players, and is home to elderly adventurers.

The blessings that had once allowed them to live out their glory days had waned with age, leaving them with only the strength to survive until the end of their days.

Even though there is not much life left, this place still becomes a target for the Hadeskull, and a small anti-life tree giant appears in the village.

Its level is LV100, the lowest among all the invading little anti-life tree people, but it is already overwhelmingly powerful in this place called the Novice Village.

Its roots rolled in the earth, bypassing the villagers who were already dying, and headed towards Catherine, the most vital person in the area.

At the moment when the extremely thick branch was about to touch the dry well where Catherine lived.

A skinny old villager reached out and hugged the tentacle, and the sharp tree root stopped.

“Don’t even think about it!” The skinny old man shook the tree roots, but all he could do was make one of the roots of the small anti-life tree shake a little.

"If I were 50 years younger, I would have thrown away a mere LV100 monster."

"You also know that you are no longer 40 years old?" An old woman with a kind face walked slowly towards me, holding a floating magic book in her hand.

"Warriors like you should retire as soon as possible, and leave this to us magicians who will not become weaker due to age."

"Why are you pretending in front of me? As people age, their intelligence will decline, even more than when they gain strength!"

"What did you say? Even if I drop even more, it's definitely better than you, an old man with no room to drop!" The old lady who had just looked so kind stamped her feet angrily. "You two are both old, with children and kids, why are you still making such a scene?" The village chief appeared with a serious face. As soon as he spoke, the two old men, who were almost touching each other, separated.

"We are the only force defending this place. We must hold on. Don't cause trouble for the young people when you are old enough."

"We are just old, not dead."

The village chief's voice was hoarse and low, full of power, and more and more old people appeared.

Serious old people, kind old people, stubborn old people, cynical old people, and stupid old people, all kinds of old people gather here.

And, of course, there are mean old ladies.

"Really? You guys are so old, yet you still want to act like heroes in front of your first love." The old lady in an apron and with a hunched back made sharp sarcasm, and the village chief became the main target of attack.

"Look at you, you don't even have much hair on your heads anymore, and you can't remember a lot of things, let alone Catherine."

Even the serious village chief turned his head away embarrassedly. For all the boys who grew up in this village, their first love was the same person: Catherine.

She has blonde hair, a young and beautiful appearance, and her pretty eyes seem to hide countless stories that the young boy cannot resist.

This is a tough time for the girls in the village, as the boys they have secret crushes on all like the same girl, even when they are already old.

What's even more miserable is that they also like the older sister who taught them to read and write. No matter how famous they are outside or how many wealthy and noble men pursue them, they all want to come back here in the end.

Because they didn't know when the big sister who had been with them almost since the beginning of their lives would suddenly leave, and they had to stay here and not let her leave alone.

The mean old lady scolded the old men for still thinking about their first love at their old age, and mocked other old ladies that their spouses must have someone else in their hearts.

The old people couldn't refute this mean old lady because she had liked Catherine since she was a child and still liked her now. They, a group of guys who had their own lives but got together, were the old lady's enemies.

The little anti-life tree man twisted his body and swung down branches, interrupting the old people's reminiscence.

The old men dodged slowly, stiffly, but with incredible accuracy; they were just old, not useless.

"Okay, stop arguing and let's solve it quickly." The kind old lady opened the magic book. It was not the legendary equipment she used when she was an adult. It was just a handwritten copy she wrote while she still had memory.

There is no record of any powerful magic in it. It is just some housecleaning magic developed by some people who have difficulty walking when they get old.

Physical strength will decline with aging, and so will intelligence. However, compared to the continuous decline in physical strength, the decline in intelligence is much slower, so a magician will not become too weak when he gets old.

The kind old man waved his hand, and half of the small anti-life tree was blasted away.

"What kind of cleaning magic is this!?"

"This is magic to clean up the dirty things that come near Sister Catherine! And this!" The kind old man raised his hand, and the small anti-life tree was wrapped in a tornado of fire.

"This is magic that teaches a lesson to strangers who like to break into other people's homes and rummage through their belongings!"

(End of this chapter)