I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

“During my time in the Starting Ground, I have witnessed far too many miracles.”

“The demonized lifeforms restored to their original state, the newly sown seeds maturing in an instant, the various buildings in the Starting Ground, and Your Holiness the Pope's magnificent feat of destroying the demons with a dragon.”

“I have gradually come to believe that there truly are gods in this world, gods who can resolve the crisis on the Roderick Continent.”

“Perhaps, this is the guidance of fate.”

Fishley looked at Ian with a face full of sincerity.

“Your Holiness the Pope, for over two hundred years, we have tried every possible solution, but if there wasn't absolutely no hope, how could we possibly choose to abandon the Roderick Continent?”

“After all, this is the homeland that nurtured us.”

“I believe that if there truly is someone in this world who can solve the demon problem, it can only be you and the Dawn Church.”

This flattery...

Ian shook his head and smiled wryly in his heart.

Although he was indeed confident, the demons were clearly not to be trifled with. The demons, who sought so much, clearly had a foundation far beyond Ian's expectations.

However…

The existence of the MC world was Ian's greatest confidence.

The Seven Demon Kings have other beings behind them?

Ian's MC world is not without other modules that can be loaded.

Devouring the world?

Ian has always wanted to plant the flag of the Dawn Church in the abyss.

However, it's not time to talk big now.

If he is lucky enough to open an endless greed module, Ian will definitely let the abyss understand what is called the Sword of Universal Domination.

In any case, in this battle, the Dawn Church has the advantage over the Seven Sin Domains and the Primordial Abyss!

“Do the demons know all this information?”

Recovering his thoughts, Ian asked.

Fishley shook her head and said softly:

“Ordinary demons certainly wouldn't know. The Queen said that those demons, in the eyes of the Seven Demon Kings, are no different from humans…”

Leyal's face darkened, and he said quietly:

“Miss Fishley, if you have to give an example, you don't necessarily have to use humans.”

Fishley's face froze, and she said with embarrassment:

“I'm sorry, I subconsciously excluded the Dawn Church from humans. After all, the Dawn Church is nothing like those humans…”

So they have been stripped of their human status?

Leyal shook his head and did not continue to dwell on this point.

“Have you remembered it well? Sister Freya.”

Ian glanced at Freya, who was writing furiously, glanced at it, and said helplessly:

“There's no need to write this sentence…”

Freya came back to her senses and said somewhat shyly:

“Sorry, Your Holiness the Pope, I just wrote it smoothly…”

Ian touched Freya's head. This scene made Fishley and others feel even more of Ian's multifaceted nature.

Wearing the crown, he is the supreme Pope; taking off the crown and returning to life, he is a gentle and sunny big brother.

“The matter of the abyss ends here.”

Ian looked at Fishley and said softly:

“Regarding today's exchange, I hope that everyone can keep it in their hearts after leaving here. The concerns of the high-level officials of the Hundred Clan Alliance are not without reason. These things are indeed not conducive to unity.”

“Furthermore, since Miss Fishley, you trust our Dawn Church so much, Dawn will not let down your admiration. We accept the demons.”

“Regardless of how the Hundred Clans choose, the Dawn Church will never allow the existence of demons on the Roderick Continent.”

Ian's tone was calm, but the more Fishley and others listened, the more their blood boiled.

“I will destroy the demons, and I will kill the Seven Demon Kings!”

“From the moment Dawn appeared in the world, it was destined that the demons must disappear.”

“Dawn and history will witness everything. For countless years to come, the name of the demons will only be the firewood that forges the Dawn's achievements time and time again.”

“This is the Dawn's endless holy war, until there is no longer any existence in the world that dares to call itself a demon.”

Fishley and others looked at Ian, who calmly uttered such shocking remarks.

For some reason, a flame in their hearts burned brighter and brighter.

After a long time, Fishley solemnly stood up and knelt on one knee.

“I cannot represent the Elven race, but I can represent myself.”

“In the name of Fishley Arlene Jenner, I swear that I will follow the Dawn and follow His Holiness the Pope in the endless holy war until I die in battle!”

Karifa, Henderson, and Lanlo also knelt on one knee along with Fishley to swear allegiance to Ian.

Leyal and Resia looked at each other, and from the other's emotional gaze, they saw that their thoughts were the same.

“Young Master Ian's pyramid scheme skills are getting more and more profound!”

Ian did not refuse Fishley and the others' allegiance. It would be better to say that this was exactly what he wanted.

A wedge to bring the Elven race into his pocket.

Today it is these four Elven races, tomorrow, it will be the remaining eighty-odd elves in the Starting Ground.

Perhaps in a few months, it will be the entire Elven race.

Once faith begins to snowball, it will turn into an endless avalanche.

Under the tide of faith, no one can avoid the coercion of this general trend.

Otherwise…

It is heresy!

After a long while, Fishley and others, who had been persuaded by Ian's pyramid scheme, finally suppressed their excitement and sat down.

“Your Holiness the Pope, I will report to the Queen and sincerely invite you to go to the Elven race to display the miracles of Dawn and establish our clan's unwavering will to resist demons.”

“Only under the illumination of Dawn will there be hope for the Roderick Continent!”

Now, when she talks about the four words "Your Holiness the Pope", Fishley is becoming more and more fluent.

After all, she is now also a Dawn believer, although…

They may not be as fanatical as Uriel and the others.

But it is only a matter of time.

Ian waved his hand and chuckled:

“No hurry.”

The Elven race is a must-go.

But not now, but after the Elf Queen personally comes to see him.

If Ian ran all the way over there to preach, wouldn't that make it seem like he was begging the Elves to submit to the Dawn?

That would be a disgrace to the Church!

As the old saying goes, if you want to do great things, you have to be willing to lose face, and if you want to do earth-shattering things, you must value face more than life itself.

And Ian has many ways to make the Elf Queen come in person.

Looking at Fishli, Ian said softly:

"Fishli, we've finished talking about our affairs, shouldn't we talk about the reason why you insisted on seeing me? If I'm not mistaken, it should be that the Elves have encountered a problem that can't be solved?"

The matter of zombification was no longer important shortly after Fishli and the others arrived at the Origin Land.

Having witnessed many miracles, they still waited steadfastly, requesting to see him, instead of quickly returning to the Elven race to send a message to the Elf Queen.

The newest novels are first released here!

There are only two possibilities.

One is that Fishli has a cooperation to discuss that she can decide on her own. Judging from Fishli's joining the Dawn Church, this possibility has been ruled out.

The second is that there is a fatal problem within the Elven race that cannot be solved. Fishli saw the miracle of the Dawn Church and seized the hope.

See, the reason for letting the Elf Queen come to see him has been delivered.

And Fishli's hesitation also proved this point, especially the gaze she occasionally cast at Khalifa and the others.

Ian didn't make things difficult for Fishli either, looking at Lesia and saying softly:

"Take Khalifa and the others to receive some equipment from the Dawn Church. From today onwards, they will be temporarily incorporated into the Dawn Knights, and detailed arrangements will be made later."

As his pillow partner, Lesia could tell Ian's meaning at a glance, and immediately took Khalifa and the others away first.

Only when Ian and Fishli were left in the room did the latter open her mouth and say:

"Your Majesty the Pope, it's the Tree of Life... the Tree of Life has a problem."

After saying that, Fishli lowered her head with a look of loss.

Tree of Life?

Ian narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that the Elves' problem was more serious than he had imagined.

The Tree of Life is not only the belief of the Elves, but also the foundation of the Elves.

The Elves do not have the ability to reproduce. The birth of all Elves originates from the Tree of Life, so the Elves are also known as the Children of Nature.

If there is any problem with the Tree of Life, it proves that the Elven race may slowly disappear into the long river of history on the Lordeli Continent.

"Tell me in detail."

Ian did not immediately promise to help. The Tree of Life is one of the most sacred things on the Lordeli Continent. This thing has too many secrets.

Fishli took a deep breath and said slowly:

"During the Fourth Anti-Demon War, the Queen led many wise men and Druid mages to besiege the main force of the King of Greed, and unfortunately encountered the King of Greed."

"At that time, the Queen and the others thought they were doomed, but they didn't expect the King of Greed to only use a forbidden curse that was all thunder and no rain."

"Shadow of Endless Greed."

"The Queen and many Elven wise men escaped back. They thought nothing would happen, but when they were healing around the Tree of Life, the sequelae of the forbidden curse broke out..."

After a pause, Fishli shook her head again, with a look of hatred:

"It's not a sequelae! It should be intentional by the King of Greed! Otherwise, with his strength to cast the forbidden curse, the Queen and the others would not be able to escape."

"From the beginning, he was eyeing the Tree of Life. The Queen guessed that because the Tree of Life is a divine object condensed from the origin of life symbolizing the Lordeli Continent."

"Therefore, if the Tree of Life is affected, perhaps the erosion of the Primordial Abyss will accelerate."

"In any case, the Tree of Life has changed since then."

Speaking of this, Fishli couldn't help but glance outside the door, lowering her voice and saying:

"Your Majesty the Pope, you should have noticed Khalifa..."

"Indeed."

Ian nodded.

"I haven't heard of this kind of wheat-colored skin Elf before..."

"Khalifa is one of the Elves born after the change of the Tree of Life."

Fishli pursed her lips and said worriedly:

"Since the Tree of Life was affected, the Spring of Life has also gradually shrunk, and the number of Elves born is decreasing year by year."

"Moreover, in the first year, more than half of the normal Elves were born, but later, a large number of Elves like Khalifa were born."

"Unlike normal Elves like Henderson and the others, Khalifa and the others have no magical talent and cannot even condense natural magic."

"The Elven Council of Sages calls them No-Mages."

This is a novelty.

Ian pondered.

The Elves are born mages and knights. There are only high and low talents, and there is no situation where they do not exist.

Like Fishli, she has top-level magical talent. Henderson and the others have knight talents higher than magical talents, but in the end, they are still dual magic and martial arts practitioners.

Pure No-Magic is really rare.

After a moment, Ian said softly:

"The Spring of Life is shrinking, the birth of Elves is decreasing, and No-Magic Elves have appeared... are these the only problems?"

"For now, these are the only ones, but as Druid mages, we can feel more."

Fishli lowered her head sadly.

"The Tree of Life is crying for help... and the signal for help is gradually weakening, and the life energy of the Tree of Life is constantly decreasing..."

"If this problem cannot be solved, our Fire Seed plan will also be nonsense, and the Elven race may completely disappear on a certain day in the future..."