Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 431 Lord of Nature (Happy Father's Day!)
The war between the Church of the Sun and the Church of Lust has ended.

It ended with a conclusion that left the world unsure whether to call it hasty or grand.

This protracted and high-profile struggle between the two churches eventually led to the leaders of both sides personally getting involved to clean up the mess.

One side used avatars, while the other side sent out newly promoted saints.

The battle lasted until one side surrendered.

There's not much to say about the Sun Church's tactics; they're as aggressive as ever, practically ready to storm into the enemy base and wreak havoc.

As for the Church of Lust's actions... they sat at the children's table.

Overall, the main theme is ambiguity, making it completely incomprehensible what they are thinking.

In the early stages, he made grand pronouncements; in the middle stages, he spoke softly; and in the later stages, he rambled on incoherently.

Should we not fight?
They shouted the loudest and took the initiative to provoke others.

Should we fight?
As a result, they didn't mobilize their entire force; their personnel configuration was terrible, just a bunch of people.

This whole operation is like blindly following instructions from a deity, completely unaware of their own purpose, and simply cooperating without any thought...

But thinking about it makes it impossible.

Given the treacherous and cunning nature of the god of lust, how could he possibly do something that "is merely a bluff that ultimately led to the destruction of a large number of believers"?
Therefore, He must have something on His mind behind the scenes!
It was only because the great sun god disrupted their plans that they had no choice but to bow their heads.

Oh no.

Not everything went as expected; there were a few minor hiccups.

This was a battle, but it ended with the death of a true god.

The God of Assassination, a weak deity with many enemies and no friends.

No one except the devout believers will mourn His fall.

Aside from freeing up the [Assassination] divine office, which had been occupied but never used, it didn't demonstrate any useful value.

It would be a waste of life if you died.

The first god has fallen.

But everyone who is following this war knows that this is by no means the end.

Far from it!

This is very likely just the beginning.

The age of worshipping gods has entered its fourth millennium.

After a thousand years of loving each other, a thousand years of outward harmony, and a thousand years of open and covert struggles, in the fourth millennium...

The gods all knew that the game of making up was probably over.

War is about to break out again in the mortal realm.

Although we haven't fully entered the chaotic battle of the gods yet, only shown early signs, the horns of chaos have already been quietly sounded.

Strange digging sounds emanated from beneath some temples, the eyes of some sacred statues began to move, and ancient artifacts that had been sealed away suddenly whispered to the priests—the gods had begun to act quietly.

If they don't want to be trampled on by others in the next millennium, then they need to start preparing in advance!

Thus, deep within tombs, beneath magnificent churches, on makeshift altars in the wilderness, and in deserted, dark rooms… believers of different faiths received divine pronouncements from their own gods.

"Go, my servant."

"Let my divine name be proclaimed among the mortals."

"It is time for the mortal realm to remember my power once again."

……

No, after that day, it wasn't just the gods who started plotting in secret.

Some powerful beings who aspire to the throne of gods have also sensed an opportunity.

Ancient sages have awakened from their slumber, rival organizations have ceased their battles, and even reclusive sages have begun to peruse forbidden texts…

They smelled blood, and they also sensed opportunity.

Chaos is a disaster.

But it is also a ladder to advancement.

It's an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

History has proven time and again that whenever divine blood is spilled on earth, a group of mortals will step on the bones of the gods to ascend to the heavens.

Go forth and drag those high and mighty gods down from the sky!

Is it possible?

It's possible!

Some long-forgotten god-slaying weapons were retrieved, some lost incantations were deciphered anew, and some ancient beings whose names could not even be mentioned were awakened—the answer is obvious.

In the past, countless god-slayers have proven its feasibility.

Those god-slayers who plundered the lives of the gods reap the rewards of their victory and transform themselves into members of the gods.

Moreover, not long ago, another newly born god-slayer proved the truth of this matter to them.

Gods can be killed.

They, too, bleed.

They, too, will eventually come to an end.

As for whether it was the newborn saint or the high and mighty sun that accomplished this, people have subconsciously chosen to ignore it.

Because an even more terrifying question kept echoing in their minds—who would be next?

Could it be me?

It must be me!

……

……

Natural Sanctuary.

Golden sunlight streamed through the emerald canopy, casting dappled shadows on the moss-covered boulders.

The chaos outside has nothing to do with this place.

A gentle breeze carries the sweet fragrance of honeydew flowers, while the clear cry of a unicorn echoes from afar.

After watching the spectacle, the Lady of the Moon walked by, her silver-white robe sweeping across the dew-covered plants, leaving a trail of shimmering moonlight behind her.

He left with his doubts in his heart.

Although the matter seemed to be resolved on the surface, He had some doubts about the true state of the sun god at this moment and wanted to ask him in person.

In addition, the Goddess of the Silver Moon was also very interested in the "Ninth Saint" and planned to secretly make contact with him.

In fact, there are quite a few gods who share the same thoughts as the Goddess of the Silver Moon, and they all want to learn more about Herbert.

Even setting aside the unpleasant title of "godslayer" that Herbert held, he was still a very interesting mortal.

However, most of these people were afraid of the sun god's attitude, fearing that He might misunderstand their thoughts.

So, they said things like "out of respect for the Lord of the Sun," and didn't immediately make contact, but planned to send someone to learn more first.

Although the Silver Moon Goddess has left, the Four Seasons Goddesses, who had finished their tea party, did not depart. Instead, upon receiving a summons, they journeyed together into the deepest part of the Sanctuary.

They walked along a path adorned with glowing mushrooms, the breath of the four seasons swirling around the four goddesses.

The fragrance of spring flowers, the heat of summer, the aroma of autumn fruits, and the chill of winter are wonderfully intertwined.

Their relationship wasn't particularly good, but they were absolutely indispensable to each other.

The entire Sacred Nature Domain is actually an extremely vast and unique divine kingdom, where every plant and tree contains divinity, and all animals possess spirituality.

In general, the very center of the divine realm is the essence of the deity.

But in the very heart of the sacred natural realm, there are no gods.

There was only a vast, empty area bathed in the glow of the seven-colored aurora, with whispers from ancient times drifting in the air.

Upon closer inspection, it was an extremely large broken tree root with a diameter of over a kilometer, standing there silently.

The tree roots were dark gold in color, with mysterious patterns on their surface, occasionally flashing with a glimmer of emerald green light.

Even though it was broken, it still exuded a suffocating pressure.

That is the body of the Lord of Nature.

The kitten goddess, nestled in the arms of the goddess of winter, widened her eyes, her fluffy ears stood straight up, her tail involuntarily bristled, and she let out a soft exclamation: "Wow—"

The exclamation was exceptionally clear in the silent sanctuary, eliciting gentle smiles from the other goddesses.

This wasn't His first time here, but He still couldn't resist making a sound.

There's no other reason than that everything before my eyes... was simply too shocking!
"hehe."

The Goddess of Winter chuckled softly, gently stroking the cat's head. Her gaze fell upon the remains of the Lord of Nature, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

The massive tree roots were reflected in his calm eyes, as if he were gazing at a distant memory.

"O Lord of Nature..."

The sigh was filled with endless longing and respect, and the sound was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

In the eyes of the world, this powerful and ancient god has died, and only an immortal shell remains in the world.

【Aurora, Lord of Nature】, also known as 【Father of Nature】, 【Lord of All Trees】, and 【Savior】.

In the ancient texts of the elves, He also has another, more intimate name—"The Eternal Elder".

He is the true chief god of the natural pantheon, a high-ranking deity in charge of the divine duties of nature and life, and one of the oldest ancient gods.

Even though only a mutilated body remains, no one will look down on this existence.

Putting everything else aside, His origins alone are already quite extraordinary.

The Lord of Nature is the first, and very likely the last, World Tree in this world.

This deity was born in the center of the world, with tree roots firmly planted on the earth below and towering into the clouds above.

At its peak, the Lord of Nature stood tens of thousands of meters tall, its enormous canopy covering most of the vast Elven Empire.

Yes.

Although the elves still live a comfortable life thanks to their good looks and powerful strength, they have established a new home in the New City of the Moon and maintain their eternal elegance with magic.

But what the world doesn't know is that in the past, they had an even more glorious ancestor.

It might take you half a lifetime to gain the trust of an elf and become friends with the others.

So, at the end of a banquet, you might hear a hidden, ancient piece of knowledge.

They once built an empire on what they called the "Tree of Spirits".

They would speak the name that had vanished in Elvish—"El Quinthor," meaning "the jewel of the World Tree."

That ancient elven empire was the pinnacle of their vision.

In that time when the ancient gods had fallen into slumber, the age of dragons had just ended, and the gods of faith had not yet ascended to the altar, a race temporarily took up the mantle of the era.

The elves stepped onto the stage.

This race, which lived in reliance on the essence of the Lord of Nature, rose up during His slumber.

They stepped out of their canopy homes and, for the first time, turned their gaze to a wider world.

This long-lived and powerful race, relying on its profound heritage, its still-advantaged geographical location, and the countless precious resources left behind by the Lord of Nature, successfully established a powerful empire that was no less powerful than the Dragon King's Court.

Elf Empire!

It was also the golden age that later scholars called the "first great explosion of magical civilization".

They mastered magic and art, pushing the study of various spells to unprecedented heights, developing a vast array of spells and technologies, and leaving behind a wealth of knowledge.

During those golden years, the tree canopy was filled with the songs of elves all year round, the bark was engraved with countless ancient runes, and every leaf was an unfinished poem.

Even today, that ancient knowledge with long ears remains a highly sought-after rarity in the world of mages.

On the black market, a single incomplete page of an Age of Empires elf manuscript can fetch an astronomical price, while complete copies are even more priceless and unavailable.

Even as times change, ancient spells may no longer be suitable for today's era, and many ancient spells require specific environments or materials.

Problems that were unsolvable in the past may have been solved by optimization, but the ancient knowledge still has special reference value.

That was the culmination of the efforts of those madmen who dared to challenge the gods!

Even if they ultimately failed and their era ended tragically, they still attempted to challenge it.

Yes……

Compared to the ancient gods' reigns that lasted for tens of thousands of years, the Elven Empire did not exist for long, lasting only a few hundred years before its destruction.

While this time is enough for mortals to go through several generations and for a human family to rise and fall, for long-lived species with lifespans of hundreds or thousands of years, such glory lasted for less than a generation.

It's just too short.

Many elves, even on the day they die, still yearn for that lost golden age.

It was just like a shooting star, leaving only a fleeting moment of light in the sky.

But the light was so dazzling that it was deeply etched into their souls.

There are many theories and conspiracy theories in academia regarding the destruction of the Elf Empire, ranging from royal punishment to magic going out of control, from internal division to foreign invasion.

The most widely accepted theory is that the elves' research has touched upon the realm of the gods.

Then, it brought about a devastating catastrophe.

Hey, it's the gods doing it again!

It's a result that's not new at all.

But you know what, it actually sounds pretty reasonable.

After all, history always repeats itself in surprising ways—whenever mortals attempt to challenge the authority of the gods, the outcome is rarely pleasant.

Regardless of whether there's evidence or not, it just sounds very real.

Just like "Bandits fight, county magistrate dies suddenly!", it sounds quite pleasant!
Although some scholars insist that the truth is not so simple, the public loves to hear this kind of simplistic and blunt explanation.

But unlike other accusations leveled against gods without any justification, the fall of the Elven Empire may very well have been genuinely related to them.

Even if the gods weren't the main culprits, they were still among the masterminds behind it all!

According to some unverified historical records, in the early days of the Elven Empire, they "captured" a slumbering ancient god and conducted in-depth research on it for over a hundred years.

At first, they approached it with an academic research mindset, conducting limited explorations under strictly controlled experimental conditions, while still holding a sense of awe for these beings.

They knew very well that they were merely God's children, and on the title page of their experimental log, they wrote, "May the Lord of Nature forgive our transgression." All their research was simply an attempt to find the right way to awaken their master.

But soon, after discovering that the god's body contained a vast amount of energy that they could use...

The day the first magic engine fueled by divine blood successfully started operating, the entire laboratory, no, the entire empire, went into a frenzy.

The elves discovered that as long as these powers were used properly...

So perhaps, they should no longer need to bow their heads before the gods.

Once a dangerous thought arises, it spreads like wildfire.

After that, everything changed.

The research continued, but it went underground. All relevant information was classified as top secret, and the direction of the research was quietly changed.

The question shifted from "how to awaken the gods" to "how to utilize the gods."

The elves, gradually going astray, wanted to use the ancient god as an eternal source of energy to achieve their glory.

Arrogant, conceited, and insane—that's how people describe the Elf Empire.

This is a group of madmen who have lost themselves in arrogance.

Oh, I almost forgot, besides these derogatory comments, there is one more crucial assessment—genius.

Even their enemies had to admit that the Elven Empire's magical prowess had reached the pinnacle that mortals could attain.

Regardless of whether one despises the madness and stupidity of the Elf Empire, one cannot deny their wisdom.

because……

The Elf Empire succeeded.

They did it.

They successfully constructed a complete power system centered around that god, including energy conversion devices, divine power stabilizers, magic amplification matrices, and all other necessary facilities, creating a massive floating city capable of housing millions of people.

The elves descended from their sacred tree and moved to the ground, a move that drew strong opposition from traditionalists at the time.

Ultimately, the debate ended in defeat for the traditionalists, who remained on the sacred tree.

The remaining elves spent a hundred years finally building the perfect city-state in their hearts, the imperial capital—Hilvar.

The Elvish name is actually quite straightforward when translated; it literally means "a city-state built upon the gods," but the elves prefer to interpret it as "the forerunners who govern the gods."

The elves not only did it, but they also announced it to the world in a grand manner.

They abandoned their homeland on the sacred tree, leaving only a small number of people behind, while the majority moved to the new capital.

After numerous experiments, they finally succeeded in making the imperial capital float up in the sky, overlooking the world below.

From that day on, some elves stopped calling themselves "children of the divine tree" and arrogantly changed their names to "heroes who conquered the sky and the gods." In ancient Eastern countries, there is an old saying: "Those whom Heaven wishes to destroy, it first makes mad."

A similar saying exists in elven proverbs: "When the fruit is ripe, it is not far from falling."

With the entire Elf Empire heading down such a mad path, its fate is not hard to predict.

Only destruction.

Thus, at the height of their empire's power and glory, they paid a heavy price for their arrogance.

The Empire's "Judgment Day" has arrived.

That day, the sky was exceptionally clear, without a single cloud.

On that day, the great city-state that claimed to "never fall" plummeted from the sky.

It was not destroyed upon hitting the ground, but rather disintegrated in mid-air and was directly destroyed by the awakened, enraged ancient god.

As a race that ruled an era, the Elves had saints, and quite a few of them.

Saints are the pinnacle of the world.

Although the saints are still mortals, they possess power comparable to that of the gods.

However, they were wrong.

Compared to those beings, my pride and strength are far from sufficient.

The ancient god who awoke that day and annihilated them was far more powerful than they had imagined!

The elves finally came to terms with reality.

When divine punishment descended, all illusions shattered like paper.

It was not that the empire enslaved the gods, but rather that the gods hunted down the empire.

In the battle of Judgment Day... most of the Elven saints were killed or wounded, with only a few managing to escape and lead the remaining Elven people back to the protection of the Elven Divine Tree.

Ninety-nine percent of the high elves of that era died, and the strong perished, which directly led to the defection of the dark elves, who simply went underground.

This series of upheavals meant that the entire Elven race didn't recover until the end of the second millennium of the Age of Faith.

Almost all the mages and scholars who had conducted the most in-depth and outstanding research in the "divine realm" were wiped out. All the scholars who had participated in the core project were marked and subjected to precise strikes by the gods, leaving only a few lucky ones who managed to escape.

Even today, thousands of years later, some of them still hide in the astral plane.

Occasionally, one might encounter elderly men in the Astral Tavern who claim to be descendants of the Elven Empire. They use shapeshifting to conceal their pointed ears, hiding from pursuers whose existence is uncertain.

Even for elves, this timescale is quite long.

Enough to make a proud race forget its glory and learn to live humbly.

They may have grown extremely old, huddled in an astral tavern, ordering a cup of bitter liqueur, a beverage made from wormwood, a specialty of the astral realm, which has a bitter taste but keeps one sober.

In this state of lucidity, the aged spirit recounted to those around him the beginning and end of a glorious era.

Or perhaps they changed their life form, transforming themselves into liches. In the first thousand years after the fall of the empire, a large number of elven liches suddenly appeared in the astral plane.

They will recall the scenery of yesteryear amidst the remains, and continue their past research.

But no matter how much the elves reminisce or sigh, it doesn't change the fact that their era is over.

Just as fallen leaves can never return to the branch, the past can never be reversed.

It's actually quite normal for the elves to face destruction.

It's perfectly understandable; you can spot it at a glance.

It's like watching a child carrying a torch walk into a gunpowder depot; the outcome is already predetermined.

If the elves' research fails, it will only be considered disrespect for the gods, blasphemy against a single deity, and at most, it will incur the wrath of that deity.

At this point, they could still turn back, continue to be the masters of their own time, and strengthen their race.

But they made one mistake, which was that they succeeded.

So, will the gods tolerate their continued arrogance?

The ancient gods are only temporarily asleep.

They're all dead!

They are like hibernating bears, able to tolerate mosquito bites, but absolutely not allowing anyone to try to cut their flesh or even slit their throats.

"That battle back then was truly insane..." The Goddess of Winter's voice was soft, as if afraid of waking up some dormant memories.

He recalled the scene he had witnessed, and the city-state that had fallen from the sky, and couldn't help but shake his head.

The burning debris streaked across the sky like a meteor shower, illuminating the entire continent... What a magnificent fireworks display!

He was only partially awake back then and did not participate in the siege of the Elf Empire, but even if He had truly awakened, He probably wouldn't have joined in the fun.

What has it got to do with me?
As long as the Elf Empire doesn't come knocking on his door, he won't bother with it.

I don't care.

However, the actions of the chief god of her own pantheon seemed quite benevolent to the goddess of winter.

Sometimes she even felt that the Lord of Nature was too merciful.

The Lord of Nature, this benevolent and wise deity, even in his semi-slumber, after becoming aware of the elves' ambitions, still protected his foolish followers.

His true form drove back any treacherous individuals who dared to approach, preserving the last bloodline of the elves.

The angry gods weren't giving Him face; they simply... couldn't defeat Him.

Although the Lord of Nature is an incorrigible good-natured person, he is not someone that everyone can afford to provoke.

He can not only hit people, but he can also hurt them a lot.

The Lord of Nature is not on either side of justice or evil, nor is He friend or foe to either side. He never participates in the struggles between pantheons, nor does He sign any alliance treaties.

He has only one camp—[Nature].

All those who are enemies of nature are enemies of Him; all those who are friends of nature are friends of Him.

It is well known that there are usually special reasons for wanting to remain uninvolved when two behemoths are fighting.

Either be weak enough to be ignored, or be so powerful that no one dares to provoke you.

As for the Lord of Nature, this taciturn old man, He was nothing special.

Except for one thing—he can fight.

Oh, sorry, I misspoke.

He's very capable!

Having the largest physique of all the ancient gods, His power also stands at the pinnacle of all deities.

To this day, the Lord of Nature remains the most powerful being in the world in terms of physical combat, bar none!

So, were those gods showing leniency, or did they simply not want to be whipped to pieces by the branches?
That remains to be seen.

Seemingly thinking the same thing as the Goddess of Winter, the Goddess of Spring Sprouts looked at the broken tree root and sighed, "Such a benevolent being has fallen to such a state... sacrificing herself, yet unknown to the world."

"He sacrificed himself willingly."

The goddess of summer lowered her eyes, her fiery red pupils blazing with intense flames, yet she denied it with an unusually calm tone: "He has never needed anyone's gratitude."

In fact, the Lord of Nature was not killed by humans.

This is highly unlikely from a common-sense perspective; it is virtually impossible for Him, who holds the power of life, to be forcibly killed by others.

Even the sun god at his peak would have found this difficult to achieve.

Therefore, there is only one truth—the Lord of Nature sacrificed himself voluntarily.

The cause of this incident dates back to an earlier time, to an invasion by otherworldly gods that nearly led to the destruction of the entire world.

At that time, as the scorching sun set, after the most devastating "scorching sun disaster," although the two continents merged together, it was only the most superficial layer.

At a deeper level, however, dangerous hidden dangers remain. The laws of the two worlds constantly clash at their intersection, producing a terrible annihilation effect.

As time went on, the gods gradually realized the problem—different things are different, and even if they temporarily merged, they still couldn't change it.

The clash between the forces from two worlds will generate a terrifying destructive power that annihilates all life.

This kind of mutation reached its peak in the early stages of the Age of Faith, and several forbidden zones for life appeared throughout the world.

Moreover, those restricted areas are expanding rapidly, and it won't be long before the entire world is destroyed.

The goddess of prophecy made a terrible prophecy—that if no intervention is taken, the world will become a dead zone within a hundred years.

The merging of the two worlds' powers will take time. The gods can avoid the crisis, but mortals living in the world are destined not to live to see that time.

At this critical moment, the Lord of Nature silently stepped forward.

There were no grand declarations, no bargaining terms; it was like an old tree standing tall in a storm.

In the face of the impending doom, this powerful god, destined to remain unaffected, stood before mortals.

He voluntarily cut off his own tree trunk, divided it into dozens of pieces, which turned into dozens of saplings, and threw them into all the forbidden zones of life in the world.

On that day, mortals saw dozens of shooting stars streak across the sky.

The saplings trailed emerald green flames as they fell, heading towards restricted areas.

Although those terrible forces could inflict terrible damage on the saplings, they could not stop them from taking root and sprouting.

Each sapling sprouted roots that penetrated deep into the earth, some piercing through the magma layer and others reaching the seabed.

Countless enormous root systems connect together, absorbing the opposing forces, transforming them, and then injecting them back into the earth.

This process is like filtering poison through the body—painful and slow. Each transformation requires enduring countless torments, and one's own strength is severely worn down.

The roots will wither and the branches and leaves will fall, but new parts will grow immediately.

But the elder trees remained silent, sacrificing themselves in silence, sending their countless roots deep into the collapsing world, linking and merging the two shattered continents together.

The Lord of Nature has done it.

Like a mother stitching up her child's torn wound.

After eighty years of painful transformation, He successfully prevented a crisis that would destroy all mortals.

However, He also paid a price for this, falling into a "slumber" that lasted for thousands of years.

His will is scattered among countless saplings, leaving only an empty shell of his true form.

Although to outsiders it appears that the Lord of Nature has sacrificed himself to save the world—though most of the mortals He saved are unaware of this.

But in the eyes of the nature pantheon, He is merely in slumber.

For before the Lord of Nature entered into complete slumber, He left behind a single sentence: "Nature, eternal."

Has He fallen?

Or is it in a deep sleep?
Although the consciousness of the Lord of Nature has dissipated between heaven and earth, unable to respond to prayers or manifest miracles, His true form and the various saplings remain firmly rooted in this world, most of which are revered as sacred trees and worshipped by people.

die?

Not really.

The druids firmly believe that when the world needs them again, the Lord of Nature will awaken from his slumber and save the world once more.

Or did they find a path to a higher realm through the sacrifice of saving the world?
There has always been a question among the gods: is high-level divine power the limit of a god?
Does something truly exist above the gods?
The gods had no answer to this, but they never stopped their search.

The Lord of Nature is probably one of the pioneers who walked ahead of them.

For such beings, "death" may simply be a special state of being.

Even today, countless believers in nature still try to communicate with the Lord of Nature. Druids dance around the sacred tree on the night of the full moon, and elven priests pray softly in the tree hollow, trying to awaken His remaining will and bring Him back to life.

These believers are mostly druids, and they frequent the areas most severely damaged by nature, using methods such as planting trees, grazing livestock, and raising animals to restore nature.

They believe that when nature returns to balance, the Lord of Nature will return.

At the same time, we will also give a good beating to anyone who dares to disrespect nature, so that they will see what "nature's wrath" is all about!
Those lumberjacks who got beaten black and blue can attest to this—angering a druid has consequences far worse than angering a bear.

At least, real bears would only want to eat them.

As for those druids who turn into bears... some of them will want to eat them, but in a different sense.

The scene, oh—

It's so cruel!
rustling...

The soft rustling of leaves interrupted the goddess of winter's reverie, and a tall figure walked out from behind the crowd.

"My sisters, you've arrived."

She was a tall tree spirit whose entire body was emerald green, and she was also a goddess belonging to the natural pantheon.

Like other spirits and flower spirits, tree spirits are exceptionally beautiful creatures that use their charm to bewitch outsiders.

But the first impression this tree spirit goddess gives is not charm, but gentleness, as if you were facing an ancient and quiet tree.

【Forest Goddess - Freya】, also known as 【Lord of Tree Spirits】, 【Lady of the Forest】, and 【Forest Maiden】.

The goddess of the four seasons nodded slightly to Him, and even the goddess of ice and snow in the arms of the goddess of winter bowed her head respectfully to express her reverence.

This is actually a very unusual scene.

As a newly born deity who is in charge of the two divine duties of [Forest] and [Tree Spirit], Fulingya is only a little over a thousand years old and her strength is not high. She is considered quite young among the gods.

But His status in the pantheon of nature gods is very high.

Because Fulingya is not an ordinary tree spirit who has been made a god, but a companion tree spirit of the Lord of Nature, and she was born after He went into slumber.

Therefore, He is regarded as the daughter of the Lord of Nature and the new hope, as well as the current nominal head of the natural pantheon, and can be considered the acting head of the pantheon.

After a symbolic bow, the Goddess of New Sprouts spoke first, asking curiously, "Flingya, is there something you need from us?"

New Sprout and Fulingya have a good relationship, and New Sprout knows that He is not the type to put on airs, which is why he is very curious about the reason why He summoned them this time in the capacity of "the Lord of the Divine System".

"Hehe, please don't worry, it's just a small matter that I need to trouble everyone with."

The Goddess of the Forest smiled and waved her hand, creating a set of tables and chairs made of branches, signaling everyone to relax. After everyone was seated, she explained, "I just vaguely sensed my father's will."

The goddess of the four seasons' expression changed, and she suddenly looked up.

Um! ?

The will of the Lord of Nature!
"Flingya!"

The goddess of summer was the first to react, asking, "What message did He convey to you?"

Although everyone believed that the Lord of Nature was safe, a pantheon without a chief god to back it up was still somewhat unstable.

And now, is He finally going to return?
However, Fulingya shook her head and said helplessly, "Don't get excited. It's just a very weak will. I can't analyze it in detail, but... I guess it's related to him."

The Goddess of the Forest waved her hand, and a heroic phantom with blood-red wings appeared on the table in front of her.

All the goddesses present were familiar with this figure.

“...Herbert?”

"Ah."

Fulingya nodded, somewhat puzzled, and said, "I don't know the reason, but when the Sun God descended into his body, my father's true form reacted."

“Father seems to care about that child, probably because he has noticed his special constitution.”

“I was thinking, maybe he could be the vessel for my father’s arrival…hmm?”

As Fulingya was explaining, she suddenly noticed the gazes of the others, who all looked at the dazed kitten.

Ice and Snow Goddess: Huh?

Is it me again?

"It seems we don't need to put in any more effort; you've already made contact with him."

Fulingya chuckled and asked the bewildered Ice and Snow Goddess, "I'd like to know, could this newly ascended Saint of the Blazing Sun become our friend?"

……

……

Elda.

"..."

Sophia frowned, and asked with a rather uncertain tone, "Wait, you mean... when you were setting up the cordon, you saw an unusually huge tree deep in the fog?"

"Yes."

The mushroom merchant, Misser, nodded and continued idly scattering mycelium on the ground to repair the areas that the guy had just trampled.

You stepped on my ground right away, that's really going too far.

"Hey! Look how firmly you've stomped! With a little more effort, this whole field could be used by a horse!"

But Sophia didn't catch the sarcasm in Misser's words and pressed on in a deep voice, "And then, according to you, that tree... seems to be slowly approaching us?"

Is the tree moving?

"Yeah! It's nothing, isn't it? It's just like that lake that moves around by itself, right?"

Misser tilted his head, then couldn't help but exclaim, "You know what, this place really does have all sorts of strange things!"

Sophia: ?

Wait a minute, this isn't right!

(End of this chapter)