When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1076 So this is what they call divine magic? (Two chapters combined)

This is where?

When Horn regained consciousness, all he could see was darkness.

What just happened?
He tried hard to recall, and it seemed that he went to the Hall of Heroes to inspect the Ark of the Dead, and after opening the Ark of the Dead, a jade tree branch appeared.

Then he picked up the jade branch and it suddenly melted away, leaving behind a seed.

Then... the seed shot into his chest?!

He lost consciousness after being hit in the chest by the seed.

Is this Elvish technology again? Why did it choose itself so precisely?
Consider the legend of the Ark of Elysium: when Myrcella ascended to heaven, she left behind the key to Mount Elysium, which was kept in the Ark of Elysium.

The ark contained two items: a secret scroll from the Conch Shell Palace and a jade branch...

Could this be the key to Mount Bliss? Or is the jade branch the key to Mount Bliss?

So he has ascended to heaven and gone to the Pure Land?

Or was it just a simple dream?

Horn opened his mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out; he could only hear his own voice echoing in his mind.

Everything was shrouded in darkness, a suffocating silence.

It was so quiet that he couldn't even feel his own body; only his consciousness remained.

Horn didn't panic; he had experienced a similar situation ten years ago.

Fortunately, unlike ten years ago, although we cannot change our location, we can change our perspective.

He breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, his head hadn't flown off.

He slowly turned his view, and soon, a pale blue halo entered Horn's field of vision.

Then, his vision was completely filled with the enormous blue and green object.

First, there was the spherical arc shrouded in clouds, followed by multiple landmasses in shades of green and sandy yellow, and then undulating snow-white and bluish-black mountains.

Lush forests, vast yellow-green plains, winding and narrow rivers...

Horn was momentarily lost in thought.

Before him was a planet.

If he's not mistaken, this planet should be the location of the empire and the royal court.

Has it turned into some kind of satellite spirit?

But when the entire planet appeared before Horn, he sensed something was amiss.

He tried his best to look towards the north and south ends of the planet, but he couldn't see anything.

As if cut off by an invisible wall, both the North and South Poles abruptly disappeared, leaving only a huge and deep black hole.

No, that's not all!
Horn rotated his viewpoint 360 degrees four or five times before confirming one thing—he didn't see the sun or any stars.

If this world were the same as his home planet Earth, then he should be able to see a massive fireball and a sky full of stars right now.

The amazing thing is that when he looked around, there was neither the sun nor a sky full of stars.

Only darkness and silence.

The only thing radiating light was this planet in front of us.

Where did the sun, the starry sky, and the etheric vortexes recorded in the "Secret Scroll of the Celestial Maiden" go when he was on Earth?

There was nothing there, and I couldn't see anything.

For no apparent reason, Horn had a bad feeling, as if he were being watched by countless eyes.

Yet, no life could be seen.

And so it became a perspective artifact in space, fixed in the same position.

After rotating the camera several times, Horn realized that he couldn't do anything except rotate the camera.

He could only float in his original position, observing the sphere with its ever-changing clouds before him.

He didn't know how long he had been floating; it might have been a long time, or it might have been just a moment.

Darkness and silence seemed to devour all concepts of time and space, as if everything were a static painting, eternally unchanging.

After an unknown amount of time, as Horn gradually became numb, a change finally appeared on the other side of the planet's arc.

In the somber darkness, Horn actually saw a splash of bright green.

At first, he thought it was a hallucination, but he didn't realize it until the thing got closer.

That's a tree.

But this tree is a bit too much; it doesn't even look like a tree.

The trunk is too straight and dark brown, the branches are too graceful and green, and the crown is too neat and tidy, like jade.

Even the texture of the bark is full of fine, symmetrical patterns.

It was supposed to be for harmony and nature, but it seems particularly disharmonious and unnatural.

It's less of a tree and more of a fake tree.

The tree flew straight towards them, and when it got close, Horn suddenly realized that there was a transparent flame burning at the base of the tree.

If it weren't for the halo of light from the planet below still reflecting off the outer edge of the flames, Horn wouldn't have noticed that there was a fire burning at the base of the tree.

In an instant, the tree appeared before Horn and fell toward the ground behind him.

It wasn't floating vertically in space; instead, it hurtled straight towards Horn's line of sight.

But Horn didn't take off like he did with the Universiade. He didn't take off with this big tree.

The flames did not burn him; they simply passed through his line of sight like a gentle breeze.

The tree roots, enveloped in transparent flames, seemed to disintegrate layer by layer before Horn, as if undergoing a 3D scan, and finally entered the branches and trunk bit by bit.

It was only then that Horn realized the tree was as huge as a mountain.

Even the narrowest branch at the end of a tree can accommodate an adult walking with a stoop.

Behind the strange tree bark, dozens of compartments covered with densely packed gears could be seen; this was the only place Horn saw any metal.

He was very familiar with these gears.

He had searched for the Starforged Gears for five years without success, and there were hundreds of them in this small cabin.

The vines connected to the center of the gears, pulsating and trembling like blood vessels, and a transparent halo constantly rippled, painting the walls a silvery white color.

These halos flowed like water, moving towards the area behind Horn's perspective.

Horn then realized that he was powering the transparent flames behind him.

This isn't a tree at all, it's clearly a spaceship, a rocket!
Before Horn could get a good look, the silvery-white tree trunk engulfed him.

When the light returned to normal, he had already entered the interior of the giant tree.

The branches and trunks are hollow, and there are walls and steps that are clearly made of wood but are as hard as steel.

Where rivets should have been, vines were used; where iron plates should have been, wooden planks were used, forming a network of interconnected pipes within the tree.

On both sides of the corridor are recesses in the walls, with beds made of vines and leaves inside.

Is this just a room with absolutely no private space?

Horn looked around carefully, afraid of missing any details.

There were also some strange crystal plates and obsidian triangular tablets on the bed, as well as a large number of oddly colored paintings.

Judging from Horn's limited knowledge of art, the abstract painting should be a self-portrait.

Judging from the pointed ears of the triangle in the self-portrait, it should be an elf.

There are elves in the painting, but Horn didn't see any elves moving around on the ship or in the corridor.

On the contrary, there were many scattered utensils and clothes on the ground, as if they had disappeared into thin air.

The giant tree continued to pass through Horn, and before Horn could see it clearly, the scene before him changed again.

Countless corridors and pipes converge in one place, a semi-ellipsoidal hall that can accommodate almost a thousand people.

Coffee tables and desks emerge from the floor and grass, while soft straw cushions cover the ground.

A crystal glass spilled onto the ground, and green liquid flowed slowly down the surface. How did it get from the outside of the glass to the inside? Was it due to gravity?

The hall soon disappeared from Horn's sight, turning into a winding corridor with beds on both sides.

Narrow beds, spacious hall—it feels like I've heard this description somewhere before.

Suddenly, Horn recalled Witte's description of the elves when he was building the Holy Mechanism.

"The Lightbringer clan believed that houses were merely places to sleep, and that the true places where elves roamed were public spaces."

"In ancient times, the elves lived on the sacred tree. The rooms carved out of the sacred tree were so small that they could hardly be called rooms, but rather beds..."

"...But the elves set up very large public activity spaces, with one hall that could accommodate thousands of people."

……No way?

Horn had an extremely outrageous idea pop into his mind, and despite his previous speculations, the scene before him confirmed it.

Are elves perhaps not a native race of this world? Did they come from outer space?

The images before us are images of them colonizing this planet from outer space.

No, I'm still not sure. What if this is a dream?

"..."

Horn's perspective suddenly rotated 180 degrees. What was that just now?
Horn, who had previously only been seen from a perspective, heard a sound for the first time.

He walked around, scanning the entire hall, but still couldn't see any living creatures.

The sound came from nowhere—no, that's not right, it didn't come from nowhere.

Horn's wandering gaze finally stopped at this moment.

If perspective can be considered as the eye, his gaze is now completely focused in front of him.

Suddenly, semi-transparent mouths began to appear in mid-air.

Those mouths opened and closed like goldfish dying of thirst on the shore, their mouths wide open in despair.

It was him, it was them shouting.

“Aminoas, Amassinoas…”

"Id Gorami, Ibas!"

Is this ancient El script?
No, it doesn't seem like it. Although Horn doesn't know much about the ancient language, he at least knows that this is definitely not any kind of ancient language.

But these tones and sentence structures gave Horn a strange sense of familiarity.

This looks like it's played in reverse, right? Reverse in ancient El script?

So this isn't an image of the elves entering this planet, but rather a scene of the elves leaving this planet.
Horn didn't need to think about this question for long, because everything before him already provided the answer.

Starting from the mouth, the translucent heart, internal organs, bones, and blood vessels gradually emerge from mid-air.

Then, the white robes and green garments in the corridor flew up and landed on the elves' translucent shoulders.

The faces of those screaming elves now appeared clearly before Horn.

Long, thin ears that reach the back of her head; long black and platinum blonde hair, tied with an olive crown, revealing a fair face beneath.

Unlike human aesthetics, these elves, just like those depicted in the book, generally have longer midfaces and androgynous faces.

Judging solely from their facial features and skin, every single one of these elves is an androgynous beauty in the human sense.

But these pretty faces at this moment do not have the heroic, calm, and beautiful appearance of those in the portrait.

The translucent bodies gradually came into focus, and amidst the eerie screams, each exquisitely beautiful face was filled with despair and terror.

They raised their hands, some angrily cursed, some knelt in prayer, and some covered their faces and wept, but what Horn saw was a bizarre reversed scene.

So often, I would cry for a while and then suddenly calm down, giving off a feeling of "I was crying, but I was faking it".

The closer Horn got to the treetop, the further time seemed to flow backward from the beginning, and the more serene and joyful the elves' faces became.

Looking at their jubilant expressions, it didn't seem like a helpless retreat at all, but rather the joy of surviving a catastrophe.

Horn continued to traverse the tree trunks and arrived at the canopy, where emerald green leaves clung firmly to the branches, and even a few unripe fruits had formed.

These fruits, no matter how you look at them, seem malnourished.

Horn's perspective continued to penetrate the fruit's interior, revealing a pit or seed hidden inside.

This seed looks just like the one that knocked him unconscious earlier.

Horn's eyes blurred as the fruit core suddenly disappeared.

Before he could even tell whether it was an illusion or a real disappearance, his perspective had already passed right through the fruit.

Finally, as the last leaf left Horn's sight, the giant tree, or rather the "sacred tree," finally disappeared from Horn's view and plummeted toward the ground.

It passed through the clouds, heading towards the earth, getting closer and closer to the ground, until it approached a giant crater spewing lava.

Or rather, it was the giant crater that exploded when the sacred tree ascended into the sky.

As the sacred tree fell, soil and rocks flew up and connected with the roots and trunk, eventually allowing the sacred tree to stand tall on the earth.

In that instant, it was as if a rewind had ended, everything was frozen in that frame, motionless, even the clouds stopped drifting and solidified high in the sky.

Then time began to flow rapidly, so fast that Horn was dazzled and could not see anything clearly.

His perspective plummeted uncontrollably, falling towards the ground like a meteor.

The sacred tree rose into the sky once more, war raged on the ground, and vampires and ogres laughed maniacally...

A massive fleet crossed the ocean, a pope holding scriptures was crowned in the palace of the snails, and cavalrymen carrying crimson banners charged towards barbarians dressed in animal skins...

The First Blood War, the Second Blood War, the Hundred-Year War of the Character "屐", the Battle of Windmill Land...

The faster time went by, the closer Horn got to the ground, until he saw a familiar place and discovered a familiar timeline.

The Shangnaoan River changed course, the Ruoan Dam collapsed, and torrential rains in the Qianhe Valley caused flash floods that submerged the village of Hongmofang in the valley.

The black-haired girl stood up, propped up by a pitchfork, while the gaunt boy's head was chopped off by the knight's raised sword.

Horn's perspective finally entered that dazed mind, gazing at the black pine forest in the gloomy rain.

But what he heard was a woman's hysterical roar that didn't exist in his memory.

"Mysera, you're just a token collector!"

Horn suddenly opened his eyes.

The fluorite lamps emitted a halo-like orange light, and the air still carried a faint musty, damp smell.

Surrounding them were the same familiar faces: Shirley, Kerburn, Duvalon...

They looked at Horn anxiously: "Your Majesty, how are you?"

Rubbing his temples, Horn sat up straight, supporting himself on the ground: "How long have I been unconscious?"

"About ten seconds, how are you?" Duvalon eagerly looked Horn's face from left to right. "What just happened? Are you alright?"

Horn shook his head but didn't reply. Instead, he loosened his collar and looked down at his chest.

Beneath the chain-like stigmata, between the two collarbones, a green gem the size of a little fingernail appeared.

what is this?
The onlookers immediately moved closer, and Sylph even touched the gemstone; it still felt warm from her body.

Horn stretched out his hand, which was suspended in mid-air. The guards next to him thought that Horn wanted them to help him up, so they quickly went closer.

He had only taken half a step when people saw a spot of light appear on Horn's fingertips.

Without any holy water or oil, Horn conjured a ball of divine light at his fingertips and shot it out instantly, hitting a rat that happened to be passing by.

The sickly rat, soaked and drenched, suddenly stood upright, looking much more energetic than before.

"What is that? What, what is that?" Sherley looked at the mouse, then at Horn, and stammered.

Bracing himself against the ground, Horn slowly stood up, seemingly answering Sherley or speaking to himself: "So, this is what they call divine magic."

　This is a combined PS and Photoshop chapter, so it's just this one. I accidentally missed posting it before midnight.

　　PS2 It's not that I didn't correct the typos; I deliberately kept some typos and grammatical errors to preserve the original feel of the code and let you know it wasn't written by AI, because AI doesn't write typos and grammatical errors.

　　I will fix all typos in the PS3 backend using the typo correction function. There are too many chapters and paragraphs to find readers to point out errors.

　　
　
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