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

Chapter 224. Weaving a Symphony, Creating Magical Plants

Symphony, one of Kroya's trump cards, is a sound composed purely of magic, but its visual effects are also quite impressive.

The moment Kroya played and performed the symphony, notes flew out from his robes, which were shimmering with clear blue starlight, and intertwined with each other.

It was as if a long scroll was suddenly unfurled by a force, filled with countless magical runes, all sorts of little figures and patterns of emotions, people, elves, magical beasts, and magical plants.

This even included the womb of Atlantis, the lands of the North, and the rushing Terai River... basically everything that Kroa had collected.

Even though he was playing music alone, it was as if countless people and countless beings had suddenly appeared, forming a huge orchestra playing together.

Even the radiance of the harp angel was suppressed at this moment, and the scroll belonging to Kroya unfolded like wings that blotted out the sky.

The Angel of the Harp showed a very obvious look of surprise, as well as a well-hidden hint of nostalgia.

Long, long ago, He also heard such a grand symphony, a symphony encompassing all things in the world.

He made no move, yet was instantly struck by the unfolding panorama of the symphony.

The continuous piano music stopped, and the glow of the sunset was instantly covered by the light of the symphony.

The vast magical power of the symphony orchestra and the divine power of the harp angel did not clash violently; on the contrary, the latter's power was assimilated, just like this all-encompassing painting.

Even the Angel of the Harp, a divine messenger created casually by the Creator, would be assimilated by the painting and become part of the symphony.

That's the most terrifying thing about symphonies.

Everything in the world is a movement in a symphony.

After releasing the symphony, even Kroya was exhausted. He barely managed to continue playing, looking up at the Angel of the Harp.

This is already one of his strongest offensive spells.

If that doesn't work, then he can only unleash his magic and turn the gentle sunlight into a dazzling light of destruction.

The figure of the angel of the harp quietly emerged amidst the symphony. He did not offer much resistance, but allowed his image to leave its mark on the musical scroll.

It was the mark of an angel dressed in a formal gown and holding a harp.

This means that the symphony did indeed cause Him harm, but the harm was not enough.

"Do I really have to transform..." Chloe sighed softly.

But the Angel of the Harp spoke up:

"Son of man."

The voice was a gentle tone that was neither male nor female; every rise and fall seemed to be playing a magnificent musical piece, directly entering the mind, and only Chloe could hear it.

"This is a beautiful piece of music."

"I am willing to leave my mark on your music, to be at your command. It is a pleasant experience, and my power will live on forever in the music."

"But I'm sorry, I still can't stop my mission."

"From the moment I arrived, the pulse of the earth began to beat."

"However, I would like to invite you to play with me."

His body shrank rapidly, from a towering figure over twenty meters tall to a body only two meters tall, and he came before Kroa.

The angel of the harp extended her hand: "Come, let us play the music of the earth together, and convey what you wish to express to the sleeping Mother Earth."

"I'm transferring my responsibility to you."

"Do what you want to do."

Kroa looked at His hand and grasped it without hesitation.

He was already very satisfied with this result. Even if he was special, it would be too incredible for him to defeat a god's angel at level five.

At that moment, the platinum halo around him vanished rapidly, finally transforming into a voice that echoed in his mind—

"Compose your own music."

Kroa kept those words firmly in her heart and went up into the sky with the angel.

Endless holy light and terrifying magical radiance washed over his body, but they were all repelled by the starlight-shimmering robes and the three different colored rings.

The angel, who had taken out his harp again, made a gesture toward him—meaning that he should begin.

This was certainly a big challenge for Kroya, but he did not back down; on the contrary, he was very excited.

In the past, he always made sure everything was perfect before starting, but now he suddenly had to play like this, which felt like dancing on a tightrope. The dangerous yet exciting feeling made his adrenaline surge.

He took a deep breath and began to play.

The Earth Trembles at the Moment of Descent.

Of course, Kroya was unaware of some of the legends and stories within the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess. This melody was actually played only when the earth was harmed and people were about to suffer an apocalyptic calamity.

The consciousness of Mother Earth will begin to repair the damaged earth and comfort those struggling in despair amidst the calamity.

However, when Kroa began to play with his magic, the warm glow of the sun, accompanied by deep and solemn music, replaced the earth's divine power that was about to appear.

It's like a person who is sleeping and senses a group of people pleading beside them, about to wake up in a daze, when suddenly it stops and is replaced by warm but not scorching sunlight.

The warm, slightly sweaty sunlight is the most comfortable for sleeping.

So the person simply turned over, mumbled a couple of things, reassured himself about leaving things to Yangguang, and went back to sleep.

This is the current situation: the divine power from the earth still gathers according to the mission of the Lyre Angel, but the method and means of gathering have changed from the Lyre Angel to Kroya.

Kroa knew His mission in coming: to mend the cracks in the earth and to fill Mephisto with the holy light of His own, so that he might become the body of the next divine messenger to descend upon the world and endure forever.

To be honest, these tasks are all quite troublesome.

This is the mission that summoned Him, and it cannot be changed.

If Chloe wants to make a change, she has to rack her brains to figure out how to achieve her goal without harming her friends.

"Sigh, let's take a look at the Orpheus Oak first."

There are priorities and urgency in everything.

He decided to check on the condition of the Orpheus Oak first.

However, when he saw the scene deep within the earth, he was completely stunned—

Deep underground, around the enormous fissure, planks of the Orpheus Oak Ark lay scattered, each piece illuminated by blue magical light.

It had completely disintegrated; the wooden planks no longer bore any formed magic patterns, only scattered fragments of magic that could not be pieced together.

You can see some seawater-like liquid slowly gathering towards the crack, which contains powerful natural magic, and... the consciousness of the oak tree.

"!!!"

Kroya, who sensed this scene through the magic of the music, was stunned. He was filled with sorrow, never expecting that even his personal arrival could not stop the death of the Orpheus Oak.

Even the eternal magic he imprinted had entered the abyssal fissure that resembled a wound, meaning that the soul of the Orpheus Oak had also entered.

The horrific wound slowly healed under the influence of the natural consciousness of the Atlantis Sea and the magic accumulated by the oak tree over six hundred years, yet the overflowing magic did not diminish in the slightest.

The Angel of the Harp sensed that Kroya was stunned and reminded him, "Child of Man, little fellow who harvests spiritual energy."

"I know." Chloe put aside her grief for the moment and focused on guiding the magic that permeated the earth.

He was so focused that he didn't even realize that his golden magic was almost gone, a power that was barely perceptible unless you looked closely.

This power extends not into the depths of the earth, but... into the underworld.

……

The magic power that was gathered into Mifein's body gradually softened from its initial violent and forceful infusion, first restoring his physical strength and magic power.

Then, as if hinting at a spell, the grains gathered and swayed gently in the shape of ears of wheat.

"You are... Chloe, right?"

Miffy wasn't stupid; he immediately realized this.

Wheat Ear nodded immediately.

Then the wheat continued to sway, expanding into a miniature wheat field that enveloped the entire Yavana Sacred Mine and the surrounding terrain map.

Upon witnessing this scene, Mifein immediately knew what he had to do. He took the initiative to accept the power of the earth and light, using his own body as a transfer station for magic.

Golden ears of wheat and white holy light combined, spreading outwards from him. The harvest aura he unleashed was essentially a variant of the Earth Mother Goddess's power, so he could naturally use it with the aid of divine power.

With Kroa's help, the sunlight streaming down from the sky began to clear away the insects, mushrooms, and other monsters that were attacking the various front-line bases, and incidentally turned the earth golden.

Within the land that was originally covered by blood and desolate gray, ears of wheat formed by the condensation of natural magic stubbornly broke through the soil and sprouted new buds.

In the blink of an eye, the entire underground city where the Yavana Holy Mine was located was covered by wheat fields. Even the most seriously injured people would recover immediately upon touching the wheat ears.

Magical runes resembling bands of light began to appear around Mifein, a sign that the divine messenger was about to descend.

Now that all the preconditions have been met, He is about to descend.

Without Chloe's help, Milfein would definitely be under control by now. But with Chloe's help, he was able to unleash all the magic power of the divine messenger's descent.

Even if it can't truly affect the outcome of the divine messenger's descent, it can at least use His power to do something.

Mifein remained remarkably calm, showing no resentment at becoming a vessel for the divine messenger. He simply exerted his full power to expand the golden wheat field.

At this moment, having returned to the ground, the Cardinal of the Holy See, who was with Beveselis and the Church of England, witnessed this scene.

He looked up at the angel playing the harp in the sky and the young man sitting next to the angel, as if he had seen a demon.

"Are you sure you only summoned the Messenger of Joy?" he couldn't help but ask. "Tell me, who's beside Him!"

Two angels!

How could two angels suddenly appear!

What's most chilling is that another angel seems to be in control, radiating a brilliant light that has the warmth of the sun.

The God of Light certainly has authority over the sun, but among His servants and messengers, only one possesses the divine power of the sun: the Archangel Asclepius.

Logically, they should be even happier to have a divine messenger of this caliber descend upon them, but the problem is that this divine messenger... hates nothing more than intrigue and treachery.

Although they were yearning for the power of the gods, in a sense it was indeed a conspiracy. If it were Asclepius, he would probably have been killed on the spot.

Therefore, they really dared not make a sound, for fear of being noticed, after all, they were able to suppress the Angel of the Harp and take the lead, and they also possessed the power of the sun.

Then it must be Asclepius, right?

……

Although Kroya sensed them through his power, he did nothing to them; he was busy coordinating the power within Mifein's body.

Since the arrival of the divine messenger is an unchangeable fact, he must ensure that Mifein takes the lead, or at least prevent the so-called divine messenger from taking over his body.

I've already lost one friend; I absolutely cannot lose a second.

To achieve this goal, he first guided Milfein to use all the magic power of the divine messenger's descent to maintain and modify the surrounding environment. He also considered all his magic and trump cards, and finally came up with a solution.

That is a spiritual dream.

He wanted to use the divine power of the Earth Mother Goddess and the power of light to create a dream, a beautiful dream that would keep the descending divine messenger from ever waking up.

The dream needs a vessel, a vessel that can contain such a vast power, and it also needs a magical plant or beast that he can imprint.

"It must be an elemental magical plant..."

"I really don't have any magical plants in my current magical plant storage that are powerful enough to support a divine messenger..."

He racked his brains, but in the end, the wheat fields that were spreading across the land reminded him—since there wasn't one, could he create one?

With so much earth and light power available now, it shouldn't be difficult to directly raise the energy level of a demonic plant to a level sufficient to bear the power of a divine messenger, right?

After having this idea, he immediately began to scan the magical plants across the entire land. With the power of the Earth's Symphony, he could see all the magical plants in the Yavana Sacred Mine.

In the end, he chose a magical plant that grew deep in the earth. He gently beckoned, and the magic of the earth brought the magical plant to him.

This is a lotus flower.

To be precise, it's a purple water lily.

When it is deep in the earth, it keeps its buds closed, but after leaving the earth and enjoying the sunlight, it opens quickly, with its petals layered and arranged in a pleasing pattern.

The pale purple color adds an elegant and mysterious touch to it.

The Angel of the Harp had been watching Chloe's actions closely, and couldn't understand why he would take out such a magical plant that was at most level one.

What puzzled Him even more was that Kroa was weaving his magic into a musical score, mixing it with the divine power of the earth, and pouring it into this lotus flower.

He seems quite skilled at it...

The Angel of the Harp grew increasingly curious. How could Kroya know so much about the properties of earth magic?

Of course, He had no idea that Kroa had come into contact with the Earth Mother's divine power back when he was still a first-level mage, and that he had even boldly used the Astral Crystal Bottle for research later on.

He had a deep understanding of the divine power of the Earth Mother Goddess.

So now it's really not difficult to do. While using the divine power of the Earth Mother Goddess to transform this water lily, he also communicated with it and made inscriptions.

The engraved content was none other than a musical composition he had composed himself.

These are his reflections after long periods of sleeping in the embrace of the moon and under the sunlight. Combined with the magic of spiritual dreams, they will form a completely new kind of magic—

The purple water lily gradually became translucent, and magical patterns appeared on each of its petals, intertwining and connecting to form... a dream that could lull even the divine messenger to sleep.

It started playing soft music, just like a music box.

[Engraving complete, Unnamed Water Lily (Kroya's Sweet Dreams)]

[During the existence of this magical plant, a spiritual dreamscape will be constructed within it by the "Sweet Dream Symphony." While this dreamscape exists, anything that enters it will fall into a deep slumber.]

This magic is blessed by both the earth and the light, with a maximum potential of Legendary/Divine Messenger.

[Note: The upper limit is for reference only.]

After completing the magic rune construction of this magical plant, Kroya immediately threw it next to Mifein.

At this moment, a phantom figure with short hair and wearing armor appeared behind Mifein, merging into Mifein's body like morning mist.

This is the process by which the divine messenger gradually enters the mortal body from the "untouchable sacred" during the calling process, and in this process, He has no self-awareness.

Because the primary plane will instinctively reject such a higher-level existence.

Taking advantage of this moment, Kroya and Mifein worked together to push the illusory shadow into the blooming petals of the water lily.

The moment He entered, the petals instantly closed.

His descent was not interrupted, but was instead guided into the water lily, where he fell into a deep slumber in the spiritual dreamscape constructed by the earth and the sun.

After recalling the lotus, Kroya continued to use the power of the Earth Mother Goddess, which she could still control at the moment, to sublimate and transform the water lily.

He wanted to do everything in his power to make it a truly deep dream from which he would never wake up.

It was only at this moment that Kroa finally discovered that His power was an extremely sharp sound, like the clanging of metal on a battlefield.

Just by listening to that sound, he felt as if he were on a battlefield shrouded in dark clouds, surrounded by knights clad in iron armor, and before him lay a land filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Demos".

The Angel of the Harp looked at the water lily and uttered a name.

Kroya glanced at Him with a puzzled look, not understanding the meaning behind the name, after all, he was not a member of the Church.

I don't really have a deep understanding of those numerous pantheon charts.

The Angel of the Harp clearly had no intention of explaining.

After saying these words, the light on His body gradually dimmed, which meant that His mission was complete, whether it was the repair of the earth or the descent of the divine messenger.

There is only one last thing to resolve. After completing this task, He will leave the Prime Material Plane and return to His own world.

That is……

"Go, you have healed the earth's wounds. If you don't want to disappoint your friends, go and make a wish to Mother Earth."

He gave Chloe a push.

The music and massive magic circle that had been permeating the dungeon began to weaken, and the divine power of light and earth gradually faded into silence.

Once Kroa has truly made her wish to Mother Earth, He will depart completely.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

The cardinal and his entourage were the most devastated.

They clearly sensed the arrival of the Sons of War, so how did they suddenly disappear? Did the Angel of the Harp truly complete her mission?

They didn't understand, yet their bodies trembled with fear.

Could it be... that Asclepius prevented Demos from coming?

They're really in for a world of trouble.

The disappearance of a divine messenger's consciousness would definitely cause a stir in the Papacy, at which point they would face accountability from the Pope.

They were burned at the stake.

……

The elf Icarus hid inside the Orpheus family's treasures and witnessed the entire event.

He certainly couldn't see through the angel's holy light to discover Chloe's true identity, but the music alone was enough to give him a great deal.

He ignored the leaf of Lady Isis that was constantly ringing around him, took out the leaf of Beorelle, and respectfully said:

"My lord, I have only managed to extract a portion of the music, and I cannot capture its essence, so I cannot be certain whether it will be of any use."

"Based on your guess, this symphony of the sun should be able to awaken the laurel tree in the family, right?"

A calm and restrained voice came from inside the leaves, sounding like that of a gloomy middle-aged man wearing glasses.

"Well done. It is thanks to the ancestors that the music was recorded even one ten-thousandth of its potential. This prophecy has drained my strength and caused the sapling to die as well. I will go to the branches of the oak ancestor to receive my punishment."

"You shall return with the music and see if you can awaken the laurel tree. If Lady Daphne can awaken from her memories..."

He stopped talking at the end and changed the subject: "Ellie might be angry, which is understandable. Give her the sheet music I got from my old friend."

"As for the apostle of the Holy Spring Merchant Guild, ignore her."

"I foresaw that she had already gone deep into the earth to obtain that treasure, so let her go."

He paused, a hint of curiosity in his voice: "I have two questions. The first is about Zul'gamoy. Why did she suddenly close off her kingdom?"

The second is that little tree.

Its life does not seem to have completely disappeared.

If it can really come back to life... then let it be free.

"I have used it, and I will atone for it over the long years, until I meet it again in the world of the dead and begin my thousand-year journey."

As soon as he finished speaking, the leaf shattered into countless fine gray-white dust particles, which dissipated with the wind.

After wiping away his tears, Icarus disappeared. It was not advisable for him to appear again; the people from the Papacy and the Church of the Mother Goddess should be arriving soon.

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