What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 223. Kroya vs. the Angel of the Harp

When questioned, Bephreese merely glanced back at Lutes, her usually clear eyes now filled with a bloodthirsty glint.

The guardian of spiritual energy looked clearly not quite right.

Logically, the protective spiritual energy from the earth should be able to protect her from all harm, and if she were in the embrace of the earth, her strength would increase several times over.

They were now deep within the earth, and even though the wound was flowing with the mother goddess's painful blood, she would still protect her child.

Therefore, when she is deep within the earth, she can ignore all negative states and pain.

But now she seems to be cursed by something, unable to concentrate at all, and even unable to gather magic power.

The protective spiritual energy that she could usually use so easily now seemed to hate her and was completely disobeying her commands.

She took a few quick breaths: "The Orpheus family elves planted an unknown magical plant inside my body, and I can't control my thoughts right now."

"It must be him. He must have affected the defense of the front-line base. Only he could have done something like that."

"This is deep within the earth, how could anything possibly affect your consciousness?" Lutes exclaimed in shock.

The protective aura has a fatal flaw: it becomes ineffective when the user's will is no longer as firm as a rock.

This isn't usually a problem; the power of the protective aura is enough to exempt her from most mental magic, and even legendary-level mages wouldn't be able to affect her so easily.

But now she can still be affected deep within the earth, which is simply... outrageous.

More importantly, this fatal flaw is known to only a very few people. If the protective aura of the Holy See can be so easily broken, then there must be a traitor within the Holy See.

"What exactly is Icarus going to do?"

"He already promised His Excellency the Cardinal, so why would he do this to you?"

After the initial shock, Lutes began to consider what to do next; it was impossible to stop now that things had come to this point.

After this incident, the chances of being tricked into coming here again are virtually zero.

Therefore, it must be completed.

"...I have a way." After taking a few deep breaths of the cool air, Beveselis took out a peculiar statue from her spatial magic bag.

The upper body of the statue is a graceful female figure, draped in an outer garment formed by fungal folds, while the lower body is a bundle of thick, curled pseudo-feet that resemble long whips.

At first glance, it seems quite gorgeous, but upon closer inspection, one can feel the extremely corrosive magic it exudes, as if spores and mycelia are emerging.

When Lutes saw the statue, he almost bombarded it with magic, because the statue was none other than that of the abyss lord Zul'Gurub.

Although he was not human in Kroya's eyes, and could sacrifice his colleagues and subordinates at will, he was absolutely uncompromising in resisting the abyss and demons.

Light and abyss are mortal enemies.

"You are betraying Mother Earth!" Lutes couldn't help but exclaim.

That sounds incredibly ironic; the Church of Light is saying that the followers of the Earth Mother have betrayed her…

Even Beveselis, who collaborated with him, wore a mocking expression: "The true master of all fungi should be Mother Earth!"

"I will ask Him to intensify the attack on the front-line bases, which should exhaust Miffy's strength."

After speaking, she poured her power into the statue without hesitation. To the Abyss Lords, the power released by these followers of the benevolent gods was actually quite delicious.

Moreover, the church, which is skilled at dealing with and studying demons, actually knows some special sacrificial methods. In this respect, they know much more than some cultists.

This naturally includes how to offer sacrifices and how to better use divine power to draw the attention of demons.

However, the statue remained completely still.

For some unknown reason, the magic emanating from the statue was gradually disappearing, and the faint connection seemed to be deliberately severed.

In the end, a statue is just a statue.

It has absolutely no other function.

This scene stunned the two people present, even more so than seeing a divine messenger descend on the spot. You must know that the Yavana Holy Mine is within the territory of Zul'Gurub's power in the Prime Material Plane!

This is like calling the homeowner from your own house, only to have them refuse to answer and then rip the phone line out.

Things were getting increasingly out of control, leaving both of them silent.

After a long silence, Lutes continued walking forward without saying a word.

Beveselis followed him and continued walking forward.

Now that things have come to this, even if it really comes to a direct confrontation between the divine messenger and the Earth Mother Goddess's divine power, as long as the Church of Light is willing to intervene and stop the Earth Mother Goddess Church.

Then there is still a glimmer of hope.

They truly had no way out.

……

Time passed gradually.

After walking for about seven or eight hours, Chloe finally led the group to meet the pit lord and Celeste's party who were waiting for them.

Of course, he dispersed his angelic avatar before delivering them to their destination.

He had already told Celeste everything in advance, and that once the two sides met, they would use the Holy Spring Merchant Guild's channels to send Ellie away.

It's still not appropriate for an angel to appear in front of more people. Even if they have some doubts, those are just doubts.

This wasn't the first time Ellie had seen Celeste; she hadn't exerted herself much during the journey and was still in top condition.

"I never expected to meet you here again, Archmage Celeste." Ellie smiled slightly.

"I didn't expect that either, but we can talk about it after this is over." After saying this, Celeste took out the Holy Spring Crystal Card and began to draw a magic circle.

The most urgent task is to send Ellie away so she can contact the Orpheus family to intervene. We can talk about the extra small talk and pleasantries later.

If something unexpected happens, then it will be troublesome.

But sometimes, the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.

Before Celeste could finish drawing the magic circle, the surrounding magic suddenly began to fluctuate violently, not only earth elemental magic, but also spatial magic and... divine power.

That was divine power from the depths of the earth.

Even the thickest layer of soil cannot block its light.

Within a few breaths, the white light completely took over everything around it, even the active earth element became white and transparent in the light.

Celeste's face immediately turned pale.

A slightly apologetic, magnetic male voice from the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce rang out beside her—

"Your environment is affected by the light of one of the main gods of the Zemurian continent. Our communication with this guild will be temporarily interrupted, and all functions will be unavailable."

The estimated recovery time is uncertain. Please take care of your safety. Goodbye.

The situation is now quite clear: the divine power of light has taken over this place. I don't know why... won't Zul'Gurub do anything about this invasion by divine power?

……

At this moment, outside...

The surging tide of water from the Yavana Holy Mine suddenly stopped, and the bodies of the insectoid mushroom people and cultists froze as if a pause button had been pressed.

Then, before the next second arrives, it is silently pulverized, turning into a pile of dust.

The entire underground world transformed into a sea of ​​white and gold light, even penetrating the rock layers of the Yavana Holy Mine; nothing could withstand the onslaught of the holy light.

Holy light intertwined in mid-air, and a majestic figure slowly took shape, starting from the most basic lines, as if painting in the void with holy light as paint.

The translucent light and shadow gradually formed a human-shaped body.

He, or rather, the being that should be called "He".

His face was covered by holy light, obscuring his features. His body was over twenty meters tall, and he wore a robe woven from the magnificent colors of morning dew and evening glow. Behind him trembled six ever-extending wings made of seven-colored rays of light.

It was as if six rainbow-colored beams of light had been unfurled, radiating endless beauty and splendor, gradually spreading and eventually covering the entire sky.

He sat down in mid-air, holding not the sword and shield commonly seen in the Church of Light, but a small harp.

Each string of that harp was made of morning dew and evening glow, as if the beauty of the sky had been cut and crafted into strings, radiating terrifying magical energy.

A complex and grand magic circle was constructed with Him at its center.

Everyone who witnessed the arrival of this divine messenger was stunned and shocked, for His identity was indeed extraordinary.

"The Angel of the Harp?" Inside the front-line base, Mifein looked up and saw the divine messenger preparing to play.

This divine messenger was not just any ordinary messenger, but the messenger of the creator god, known as the "Messenger of Joy." Legend has it that he would play music for the gods only when the sunrise and sunset appeared together.

Although He holds a high position, He was also summoned, and what He was summoned to play... was not just the joyful melodies meant to please the gods.

For example, right now, He is placing the small harp in the center of the magic circle in front of Him, turning it into a large seated harp.

He placed his hands on the harp, playing a deep and solemn melody while singing aloud. The sound... was not cheerful at all; instead, it was filled with a sense of sorrow.

The magic flowed out along with the music, echoing throughout the entire dungeon and stirring up the earth's magic.

Its magic split in two; one half merged into the ground, entered the depths of the earth, enveloped the Orpheus Oak, which was charging forward, and carried it swiftly to the deeper parts of the earth.

The other half was quickly injected into Mifein's body.

Distance has become meaningless at this moment.

Both Mifei and Shenzhou were controlled by this force.

The former trembled, and the wheat ears on its body began to drip liquid formed from condensed light, as if it were shedding tears; the latter was accelerated by magic and rushed into the earth impatiently.

The speed was so fast it was as if it had turned into light.

Just as the Shenzhou spacecraft was about to crash into the deepest part of the earth, Kroya, who had been watching from the far-off Hanjiao Island, finally couldn't hold back any longer and decided to take action.

The magic within the divine tree is being rapidly depleted, like boiling water; even with its eternal magic connecting them, the scene is becoming blurry.

He had a feeling that if he didn't act soon, his oak friend would definitely die.

To achieve this goal, he carefully mobilized all his magic power and also used the power of the Gopherwood Harp.

"Come back!"

He roared and channeled all his magic power into the Friend Contract, forcibly pulling it apart.

The golden magic was like a line, suddenly taut, traversing a vast distance, unmoved even by the light of the harp angel and the trembling of the earth.

It bound the soul of the Orpheus oak, but just as it was about to taut and pull it back, the oak deliberately severed the connection.

"You..." Chloe was stunned, so much so that she couldn't even calm down the backlash of magic.

He couldn't help but burst into a tirade: "Are you an idiot? This is clearly a trap! Your master isn't here!"

This was the first time he had ever been so angry; he had never cursed or swore before, no matter how troublesome the situation was.

The sea creatures and elves swimming around him huddled together, trembling. Even the peace-loving olive elves dared not make a move.

No wonder he was so angry.

Once this magic is severed, it takes time to reconnect, and in such a complex magical environment, reconnecting is very difficult.

The voice of the Orpheus Oak echoed back along the broken golden thread, carrying with it a childlike joy and excitement:

"Human friend."

"I will see my master!"

With that final sound, it sped up, breaking free of the earth's constraints in just a few seconds and arriving before the abyss radiating countless blue lights.

This abyss was ugly and terrifying, like a deep wound slashed into the skin by swords, from which flowed endless magic.

It is obvious that the ore in the Yavana Sacred Mine comes from this.

The scene was finally cut off by the turbulent magic. All Kroa could see was the shadow of the Orpheus Oak Ship, accelerating forward in a dazzling blue light, its hull gradually melting away.

The moonlit sea was completely silent.

"..."

Kroya took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging magic and anger within her, and calming herself down.

He really hated this out-of-control situation, but he could also sense the cheerful mood of the Orpheus Oak; it truly believed it would see its master.

Now all communication channels have been completely cut off, even the contact with the monster and plant pet shop has been lost. He feels like he's being torn apart.

He felt he couldn't just sit there waiting for the outcome, no matter what. If it involved music... he had a feeling he could do something about it.

Now there was only one person left who could help him, so... he immediately went to find the angel in the lake behind the mountain.

Looking at the angel sitting on the mushroom, he made a very serious request: "Help me, I need to go to the Yavana Holy Mine myself."

"They are all my friends. Do you think I can save them? I want to save them."

The angel seemed to have known he was coming all along, and silently approached him, gently kissing his forehead as always.

"certainly."

"Lucky friends, the sun's light is special no matter when or where, even the earth longs for the warmth of the sun."

"Please remember the music He played."

"Please imitate the music He played."

The sound went from clear to blurry, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be changing rapidly. The platinum ring gently enveloped him, instantly traversing countless spatial barriers.

They took him to... the Yavana Sacred Mine, thousands of miles away.

After he completely disappeared into the bottom of the lake, a bright blue foxtail grass suddenly appeared, swaying its body.

The angel looked at the foxtail grass and said irritably, "You've taken care of it for so long, shouldn't you help me break the seal on the Ark Garden a little?"

The Spirit Grass swayed merrily, and it didn't feel like a plant at all, but rather like the tail of a canine magical beast.

The hazy silver moonlight spilled out as it swayed, falling on the Ark Garden above the mushroom, and the illusion, like a thin mist, finally disappeared... little by little.

However, even this small amount was enough for the angel to take out a plant from inside, a platinum four-leaf clover, which He held in His hand.

After obtaining the four-leaf clover, the angel finally breathed a sigh of relief, casually drew a circle, and watched Kroya's performance in the picture along with the foxtail grass.

……

Yavana Holy Mine.

As soon as Kroya arrived, he began to imitate and try to play the music of the Lyre Angel. He could understand the language of the Lyre Angel from the very beginning.

It was written in the same style as the text that recorded "The Poem of the Rainbow".

The title of this movement should perhaps be: The Earth Trembles at Descent.

Although the power of this piece of music is completely different from the "Poem of the Rainbow" that he was always familiar with, it is full of primal and ancient earth magic.

However, he learned very quickly, striving to find the flaws within the music so that his notes could fill in and disrupt the flaws in the piece.

Protected by the platinum ring, he could ignore the grand music and freely cast spells.

In just a few minutes, the music he played on the Gopherwood suddenly intersected with the music played by the Angel of the Harp.

In stark contrast to His magnificent radiance, Kroa's brilliance lacked both overwhelming power and intense heat; instead, it was gentler, like the morning sun, silently shining in.

Just like the sun rising every day, it seems there's nothing special about it; it shines down in the clear sky, illuminating everything.

It is not special, but its existence can never be ignored; its very existence represents the sun.

This was a spell that Chloe had developed through days of meditation and sitting outside gazing at the sun. Although it hadn't been named until he performed it, at this moment he felt that the spell deserved a name.

He raised his head and looked directly at the angel of the harp within the white-gold ring, as if he could see through the mist covering the other's face and into His eyes.

"Please enjoy the first movement of the Rainbow Sonata, 'Clear Sky'!"

His tone was arrogant, and along with the music of his harp, it reached the ears of the harp angel—if He had ears.

The angel of the harp, sensing the sudden appearance of the harp music in her own composition, remained seated without changing her posture. As her fingers brushed across the strings, the surrounding music immediately changed.

The somber symphony of the earth instantly transformed into a magnificent sunset, like a shimmering glow drifting across the sky, with countless rays of light covering the area that was originally illuminated.

The earth's pulse paused temporarily, and the tears of light flowing within Mi Fei's body also stopped. He listened to the suddenly changing music with great incomprehension.

Could it be that yet another divine messenger has descended?

The clear sunlight and the glow of the sunset clashed, and a battle began between the sky and the earth, relying on the magical array formed by the angels of the harp.

"Yes, this is..."

Kroa sensed that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, this angel's power should be far, far greater than his. However, instead of using force to suppress him, He used His magic as the battlefield, letting Chloe's music fight against His music.

One is the eternal sunlight, while the other is the sunrise and sunset that only appear after the sun rises and sets.

Kroya put all his effort into playing the music, capturing the feeling of falling asleep warmly in the embrace of sunlight that he had experienced with countless magical plants and beasts.

The gentle light, in turn, enveloped the drifting rosy clouds, dissolving their structure under the power of the sunlight, stripping away their magnificent colors, and gradually making them clear and transparent.

This is his power to assimilate the angel of the harp!

Thanks to "The Rainbow Poem" and the Angel of the Harp's open leniency, he was not only able to fully test his own power, but also to understand the other party's power.

Based on his understanding of magic, he decisively began the second part when he reached this point in the first part.

"Please enjoy the second section, Rainbow Fantasy!"

The colorless light in the sky instantly transformed into three colors, weaving countless magnificent landscapes in mid-air like dyes.

It included an endless ocean, a vast and imposing land, a sea of ​​flowers in three colors, a huge azure tree, and a dazzling white-gold city. Although he had seen these places more or less, they were indeed a re-enactment of his fantasy.

In the musical movement formed by these interwoven radiances, the radiance of the harp angel was suppressed more and more severely, but He still played the seated harp at a leisurely pace.

The suppressed rays of light gradually solidified.

Clearly, it's impossible for Kroa to truly suppress Him.

So Chloe took a deep breath and played "Clear Sky and Fantasy" once more, while simultaneously unleashing a symphony she had been saving up for a long time but had never used before.

A grand and magnificent melody emerged from the colorless and beautiful tricolor illusion, enveloping all the emotions and magic that Kroya had collected.

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(End of this chapter)