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

Chapter 225. Friends from the Underworld, Aftermath

Making a wish to the Earth Mother Goddess wasn't the first time he had directly faced the power of the gods. Besides, Kroya was a mage, so he didn't really have that much fear of the gods.

When he arrived deep underground, at the great rift that once existed.

The surging consciousness here had already embraced him, heavy and warm.

It's just that I always feel like He's sleeping. This reaction is like a pre-programmed sequence, not as fluid as I imagined.

Of course, thanks to this, there was no situation where he had to directly confront the consciousness of the Earth Mother Goddess, which, to be honest, relieved him.

This consciousness and divine power began to question him—

"Shining Son of Man, make a wish."

These words echoed in his ears repeatedly, urging him on.

What kind of wishes can one make?

Faced with such an existence, one should be able to obtain whatever power, authority, knowledge, or an endless supply of magic crystals.

But he knew that in the eyes of the gods, making a wish was an exchange of faith; the more one wanted, the closer the connection would be.

In particular, acquiring knowledge directly from deities can be overwhelming for ordinary people, as knowledge that is insignificant to the deities may overwhelm them.

So, Kroya looked at the blue crystals flowing on the ground and the scattered fragments of the Orpheus oak tree.

After taking a deep breath, he said, "Mother Goddess of the Earth, can she be resurrected?"

"..."

The surrounding consciousness fell into a brief silence.

About a minute later, the divine power swirled to form a vortex, from which flowed a cloud of dark, death-laden mist.

The mist drifted around, and the indescribable sense of deathly stillness sent a chill down Chloe's spine—it was a temperature that affected her very soul.

"The mist of the underworld?"

Kroya gasped in surprise, quickly using magic to protect herself completely. This thing was dangerous; she could die if she touched it.

Of course, after protecting himself, he didn't forget to use the astral crystal bottle he carried with him to collect some of the mist.

Although this thing can corrode a person's body and cause the soul to gradually detach, it is also a precious material that can be used to raise some soul summoning beasts.

It is said that the summoning array for creatures of the underworld requires this kind of mist as a basic material—Kroya doesn't know why creatures of the underworld need mist from the underworld, but that's what the book says.

After he collected some mist, he suddenly felt his magic tremble, and a golden note quietly emerged from the symphony.

In the pitch-black fog, it shone like a golden star, shooting out a beam of light that pierced directly into the deepest darkness.

"This is not the note the knight used to play." A thought struck Chloe, and she poured her magic into the note, causing it to shimmer brighter and brighter.

Finally, the beam of light forcefully cleaved through the dark fog, and something was drawn into the boundless fog of the underworld.

A tall figure emerged from within.

This is a young man wearing silver-white armor, with gray-white hair and a warm smile on his face, like sunshine.

He stood there, like the perfect template of a knight.

"It really is you!"

Kroya never expected to see him again. Wasn't this the same person Baron Kmoyer brought back back, the one inside the armor, the guardian knight of Gopherwood?

But in the end, he was burned by Kroya himself with two-colored flames. In his previous life's words, his soul was scattered and he should have died completely. How could he still exist?

What surprised Kroya even more was the little creature he was holding in one hand; it was a tender green little tree person that looked very young.

But the little tree-man clearly had the familiar magical fluctuations of the Orpheus Oak, as well as the renewed friendship contract!

This situation was truly baffling even to Kroya.

"Yo~" The knight waved at him, revealing a set of white teeth: "We meet again."

"I was hunting with my friends when I sensed your magic, so I came over to check, and unexpectedly found this."

"It carries your magic. I sensed some changes and came here."

The knight shook the tiny treant in his hand, as if shaking a leafy green vegetable. The Orpheus treant seemed to have lost consciousness and remained motionless.

"..."

Kroya was completely speechless. All he could ask was, "You still exist?"

"I only went to the underworld, I didn't die completely. And I even saw my companions." The knight revealed a hearty smile: "I'm very happy to be able to start the next thousand-year journey with them in the underworld."

"That's right, that's right!"

He rummaged inside his armor and pulled out a small sword hilt, tossing it to Kroya: "This is a gift I'm giving to my descendant. Please pass it on to him!"

"I can't stay in this world for long; I need to go back immediately."

Kroya took the sword hilt and looked at the knight again, but the knight had already abandoned the little tree spirit and walked straight into the depths of the black mist.

He didn't turn around, but waved to Chloe with his back to her: "Thank you for the notes. I'm leaving now. Maybe we'll meet again in the future."

As he walked deeper into the black fog, he could seem to hear the voices of others:

"You're back? Shall we continue fighting the Netherworld Dragon?"

"No, let's drink with the Angel of Death!"

"Actually, we could also go and demolish Ilister's Underworld Ranch!"

The voices were both male and female, each one spirited and lively.

Although there was no visual, Chloe seemed to see the knight surrounded by a group of companions, arm in arm, discussing what to do next.

The black mist and the earth's divine power began to disappear simultaneously, signifying that Kroya's wish had been fulfilled and the Mother Goddess's divine power was returning.

"I'm actually a little envious." Chloe sighed softly. If what he said was true, he had been trapped in Ilister's mage tower for thousands of years.

So, his companion had been waiting for him in the underworld for thousands of years!

Putting aside the thousands of years of waiting, they were so certain that the knight would arrive.

According to what Kroa knew about the undead and the dead, even the most powerful undead will lose their emotions over time.

It can be said that the final destination of the dead is monsters with antisocial personalities.

It's incredible that this knight and his companions were able to maintain such an optimistic attitude and sound mind.

It seems he underestimated the knight, and also underestimated the golden musical note, which could actually illuminate the underworld.

"Fortunately, my oak friend is still alive. Although he no longer has a body, his soul remains."

I'll get it treated when I get back; it should be fine.

As he was pondering, a platinum-gold halo suddenly appeared behind him, and an angelic voice rang out from within:

"Come back quickly! The defiled light and the followers of the Mother Goddess of the Earth are coming. There are two legendary clergymen among them."

"If you don't leave now, they'll catch you!"

"They really came right after the fact. If they had come earlier, none of this would have happened."

Upon hearing this, Kroya couldn't help but complain. He then grabbed the water lily with his left hand, pulled the Orpheus oak tree with his right, and also collected all the planks he could find around him.

During the collection process, he also unceremoniously picked up some magic crystals scattered next to the former rift, and those magic crystals seemed to be filled with azure mist.

All of them are magic crystals of level three or higher.

After picking up about a dozen, he immediately ran into the platinum-gold aura and instantly left the area, returning to the lake behind the mountain on Hanjiao Island.

The angel was smiling at him, putting the platinum four-leaf clover she had been holding into her robe, then licking her lips and looking at the water lily in his arms.

"Would you like to taste the flavor of God?"

Kroa: "...??"

Wait, do you want to hear what you're saying?

……

After Cloa left.

A deep, earthy yellow glow and a pure white holy light appeared simultaneously above the Yavana Holy Mine in an extremely short time.

When the light faded, a voluptuous woman and a man whose hair was radiating holy light appeared inside.

They made no attempt to conceal themselves, openly exposing their appearances to everyone's view, which was naturally noticed by the three cardinals who were struggling with their own thoughts, as well as by Mifein.

The three cardinals and Milfein had no intention of running away; they immediately used magic to fly up and arrive in front of the two.

Then he bowed respectfully.

Both of them are "saints" in their respective churches, second only to the Pope, and are powerful beings capable of entering the divine kingdom.

They would never show up unless it was something extremely important, but their appearance basically meant that the Pope had taken notice of what was happening.

It is worth mentioning that the Pope does not belong to any particular church.

Instead, the papacy will be chosen from among the seven holy deities—the God of War, the God of Light, the Earth Mother, the Sea God, the God of Wisdom, the God of Forging and Fire, and the God of Love—who are now part of the faiths of all races on the continent of Zemuria.

In theory, the Pope is able to command all churches to act according to his orders, because those who ascend to the papacy are blessed by the seven Holy Spirits.

The church is essentially the spokesperson for the Holy Spirit faith.

However, for various reasons, the pope is generally chosen from among the three churches: the Church of Light, the Church of the Earth Mother, and the Church of Wisdom.

However, this pope was not from any of the three churches, but rather a senior cardinal from the Church of Aphrodite. It is said that seven gods simultaneously sent down divine decrees requesting her to become pope.

Well, no matter how fierce the competition is among mortals, when the supreme deity speaks, there's no need to fight anymore; it's all decided internally.

This person is clearly extraordinary, capable of receiving divine decrees from seven gods simultaneously and being exceptionally promoted to Pope.

Therefore, her orders were certainly useful.

Sure enough, even the Church of Light, which is usually slower than a green snail, has sent a saint to handle this matter.

The saints of the Church of Mother Earth are actually a bit chubby, and their height is also quite unusual, at most about 1.6 meters tall, but they are very pleasing to the eye.

She had some halfling blood and was usually known for her good temper, but now when she looked at Beveselice, her eyes were full of disgust.

"They have turned their backs on the grace of the Mother Goddess."

"You still have the nerve to stand in the Mother Goddess's light?"

It was just a simple reprimand, without even using any force, but Bevesel's body immediately trembled.

He was clearly quite frightened.

"Alas." The saint of the Holy See of Light smiled compassionately and stopped her: "Since the Mother Goddess did not withdraw her protective aura, she must have permitted this."

"We'll talk about their matter later; we should deal with the Yavana Holy Mine issue first."

"Don't forget His Holiness the Pope's orders."

Even if the Holy Mother of the Earth was unwilling, she could only temporarily endure the situation after the Pope's order was invoked.

But she extended her finger and gently touched Bephreese, and a teardrop-shaped gem fell onto the latter's forehead, from which gray-black thorns grew and pierced deep into the knight commander's flesh.

Those are the Tears of Themurs!

It was originally in the hands of a cardinal of the Holy See, but in the presence of a saint who was close to God, it was summoned back immediately.

"ah!!!"

The knight commander, who had remained silent until now, struggled painfully, her body trembling. The thorns of this earthly punishment threatened to devour her flesh and blood, growing rampant within her veins.

As long as she lives, this suffering will continue forever.

The saints of the Holy See of Light didn't even glance at her. This scheme was a complete failure, and Lord Demos even lost contact with her.

Even using sacred artifacts couldn't detect Lord Demos's location; this was a tremendous failure.

He had already shown divine grace by saving Beverice's life; how could he possibly get involved in punishing a traitor?

Now he was more concerned about the Yavana Holy Mine: "The Abyss Lord's consciousness inside the Holy Mine has disappeared for some reason, but there are still cultists, mycelium, and those monsters inside."

"Without the Abyss Lord, this place can become our training ground, where the knights can hone themselves while eliminating the remaining filth inside."

The saints of the Church of Mother Earth did not refuse, because in this way, the Church's power could legitimately enter the Yavana Sacred Mine and even seize the share of those small countries that had previously existed.

As for the "Yavana Sacred Mine Mining Treaty" signed with those legends a long, long time ago...

Well, since there are cult members in the mine, isn't it normal for these servants of the Holy Spirit to come and purge them?

If you really want to complain, then wait until those legends return from the astral plane.

There was originally a legend who could have sat here with them to discuss things, but unfortunately, he has already left this world, and his return is a long way off.

In such a vast astral realm, how could they possibly come back to concern themselves with the affairs of a magic crystal mine?

Thus, the method for dealing with the Yavana Sacred Mine was decided in just a few words between the two saints.

After dealing with this matter, the Holy One of the Holy See left with the Cardinal and the Bishop, leaving only Bevicelis behind.

I don't know what he was thinking, but he actually let Bevercellis continue to serve as the head of the front-line base here, without any intention of taking her away.

By this time, Bephreese had barely endured the pain of the thorn torture and left in silence, not daring to look at Mifein even once.

Only the saints of the Church of the Mother Goddess and Mipham remained high in the sky, and it was only then that the latter spoke up to ask a question.

"Lady Santina."

"...Bevacell must have received instructions from the Church."

This is not a question at all, but an extremely certain statement.

If that guy really betrayed him so easily, he felt like he had wasted the last few decades of his life.

Moreover, the grace of the Mother Goddess has not disappeared. Although there are many different explanations for this, there is one most likely possibility.

She did not betray the Church of Mother Earth at all; rather, she entered the Church of Light at the behest of the church's higher-ups.

"You are very clever, my dear child." Chantina opened her arms and embraced the trembling Milfein, comforting him, "It's all for the earth."

She gently stroked Mifein's back, her voice very soft, like a cool summer breeze—it seemed to be there, yet its presence was not so obvious.

The warmth from the earth and divine power quickly restored Mifein's body, as if nothing had ever happened.

Mi Fei remained silent in her arms for a long, long time before finally saying in a bitter tone, "Even I can be sacrificed?"

Logically speaking, as a qualified believer and an intelligent person, he should not ask such a question; it would only make people laugh.

But he still asked.

So, Catherine replied to him, "Yes, it's all for the earth."

The saint's voice was low for a moment.

"..."

This answer, which seemed like both a reply and no reply, forced a difficult smile onto Miffy's face:

"Then let's say I sacrifice myself. I will step down from my position as bishop and dedicate myself to spreading the grace of the Mother Goddess."

"I want to stay in the Kingdom of Norland."

His words left Sangtina silent for a long while before she finally spoke: "For the sake of the earth, please spread the gospel of the Mother Goddess."

I will apply for full support from the Church of Mother Earth for you and your country.

Your share in the Yavana Sacred Mine will not be reduced.

Milfein's body trembled even more violently, but he still didn't shed a single tear. He simply took a step back and left the saint's embrace.

He bowed deeply, his voice calm: "I will spread the gospel of the Mother Goddess until the last moment of my life... all for the earth."

May you live forever in the embrace of the earth.

—This is the saint's last voice.

As the sound faded with the wind, her chubby, endearing figure also vanished, leaving only Mi Feiyin alone in the vast world.

This successor of the Abundant Harvest Spirit suddenly felt like having a drink with someone.

He felt he should go find Chloe; the mage would surely be willing to drink with him.

Tomorrow we're moving into a new storyline, and I'm having some writer's block... Waaah, I still couldn't write two chapters today, I'm so sorry QAQ

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