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

Chapter 302. The Salt Stake Staff, the Awakened Laurel Tree

The battle in Rainbow Grass Paradise lasted for about three days and three nights.

Although there were many pseudo-legends present, these two legendary Holy Spirits of the Holy See were not made of clay. The fact that the Holy See could mold bodies for them certainly showed they had some ability.

The warrior was an expert in all kinds of weapons. His greatsword could transform into various weapons at any time and was also imbued with holy enchantments. Every strike would unleash a holy wave of flames.

The moves are wide and sweeping, lacking in technical skill, yet capable of splitting the sky and the earth.

When he wielded his twin swords and clashed with two pseudo-legendary figures and one true legend, the terrifying storm of sword blades put immense pressure on even the surrounding flowers and plants, tearing away a layer of the grass.

If this were outside, the Blade Storm alone would probably have cut down both pseudo-legendary characters.

Kmoyer and Oak were also affected, but their armor granted them regenerative abilities, healing wounds as soon as they appeared. The armor, which looked like a show-off suit, was extremely powerful in both defense and regeneration.

With Kroya occasionally casting defensive spells nearby, the two of them charged forward recklessly, completely immersed in the thrill of battle—the kind of thrill of charging forward without having to think about anything was truly captivating.

From barely managing at the beginning to now handling it with ease, it seems they have adapted to the rhythm and are learning from the war.

It can be said that the two legendary Holy Spirits have basically been used as punching bags for teaching purposes, and they can only deal with them in a frustrating way, with no chance of escaping at all.

The spatial domain formed by the surrounding Rainbow Grass Paradise is incredibly stable; it's estimated that even spatial shock bombs or legendary magic wouldn't be able to shake it.

"They must have been influenced by Ares's power after all," Chloe thought to himself. He could see the true nature of the armor they wore—

【Ivy Leaf - Ares's Divine Armor】

[The divine imprint etched in the ancient past, the ivy leaf awakened the power of Ares, the god of war, and formed armor of legendary might.]

Wearing this armor will greatly increase your strength and there is a chance that you will be influenced by Ares' will and enter a frenzied battle stance.

The armor worn by the others is that of Pallas Athena, Demeter, and Apollo.

These names all felt strangely familiar to him, as if he had heard them before, but for some reason he just couldn't remember who they were, as if they were shrouded in a fog.

This is quite incredible. The superhuman's control over himself is so great that it extends to every hair and every drop of sweat, yet he was unable to access his own memories.

The more you think about these memories, the dimmer and more blurred they become.

Kroya shook his head and decided to ask Ivy later.

Let's focus on dealing with these two legends for now.

He'd had enough fun and wanted to end it soon; his Rainbow Grass Paradise didn't have the ability to stop time.

It would be troublesome if the Church of Light sent reinforcements.

"Speaking of which, I've never drawn a bow before. Shall I give it a try?"

Thinking of this, he reached out and grasped the golden bow behind him, easily drawing back the bowstring. Five different colored magic powers formed a spinning arrow on the bowstring.

The blue starlight shone particularly brightly.

It seemed as if a mark had already landed on the distant mage, as if it were openly inviting him to fire quickly, assuring him that he would surely hit the target.

"The power of the constellations..."

He knew this was starlight positioning from "Coordinates of the Distant Stars," so he filled the arrow with all his magic and released the bowstring.

The five-colored arrow silently streaked across the void with a dazzling light, striking the holy mage who had no time to dodge or even cast a spell in the next instant.

Even the Radiant Dragon Skin on her body couldn't stop the arrows in the slightest.

A huge hole appeared in her upper body, transparent inside, without internal organs or blood; everything had been wiped away by the terrifying power of the five-colored arrows.

Even the Holy Spirit could not resist such an injury. She froze in her spellcasting and fell straight onto the rainbow grass, lifeless.

He died.

Everyone: "!!!"

Everyone stared at Kroa in shock.

That was a legend, an ancient holy spirit-level legend!

So he was instantly killed by a single arrow?

Kroya smiled slightly, then continued to draw his bow and aim at the warrior spirit.

"Don't!!!"

"Leave one for us!"

"Quick, let's all attack together! We can't let Kroya have this!"

When the crowd saw him draw his bow, they immediately surrounded the warrior spirit, not as if they were ganging up on him, but as if they were protecting him.

They've finally been able to unleash their magic so freely, and they haven't had enough fun yet. If they were to be instantly killed by Kroya's arrow, that would be too boring.

When has the Holy Spirit of Warriors ever suffered such injustice?

He first glanced sadly at the corpse of the mage holy spirit, then strange spots and fleshy protrusions appeared on the surface of the body, and in the next second.

"Boom!"

He confessed.

Countless pieces of flesh and bone stained with blood burst forth.

Each piece carried the resentment and hatred of a legendary warrior, forming a deep, dark mist. Even a legendary warrior would die a horrible death if he came into contact with such a desperate attack.

Fortunately, this was Rainbow Grass Paradise. After Kroya realized that he was about to self-destruct, he immediately isolated the space, and one ring-shaped spatial structure after another imprisoned the flesh and bone fragments inside.

Upon seeing this, Miya said with satisfaction, "You learn very quickly."

This is the method He taught Kroya some time ago regarding the Ark's ability to imprison and utilize divine power. I didn't expect Kroya to master it so quickly.

These flesh and blood contain the divine power of the God of Light, which would be excellent for crafting high-level magical items.

Thus, both legends were killed.

The ivy retracted its leaves, and everyone (the trees) except for Kroya, Mia, and Theodore collapsed onto the rainbow-colored grass, their chests heaving as they gasped for breath.

This was quite exhilarating, but forcibly bearing the power of a legend is also a burden for them. They'll probably need a few days of rest to recover.

Kroya ignored them, since the life force here was enough for them to rest. He walked straight to the corpse of the mage holy spirit and began to collect the spoils without any ceremony.

Because she was instantly killed by Kroya's arrow, she didn't have time to get rid of the sacred artifacts she was carrying. So, about ten minutes later, Kroya had three sacred artifacts in his hands.

These are the Salt Staff she holds, made of salt; the Radiant White Dragon Leather Armor she wears; and a complete set of magical ornaments made of Radiant Diamonds.

Miya looked around, then took out a bracelet that looked like it was made of smoke from the mage holy spirit and casually tossed it to Kroya.

He instructed, "You, remember that these Holy Spirits, in order to maintain the stability of their souls in the Lord's plane, must have a legendary-level soul magic artifact."

Look, if you're not paying attention, it will vanish in a few minutes.

Kroya nodded in understanding: "I see. It seems you've done your share of looting corpses and cleaning up battlefields, mentor."

Faced with his sarcasm, Miya scoffed, "I was the one who dealt with those inquisitors. There's a whole tree in the Ark Garden made with a legendary-level magical artifact. Try your best and I'll take it out."

"OK."

Having finished cleaning up, Kroya stored the remaining body of the Holy Spirit of the Mage in a crystal coffin, then walked over to his friend and plopped down on the floor.

He brandished the treasure in his hand: "It's time to divide the spoils."

It's not that he looks down on these things; on the contrary, these legendary items are treasures waiting to be discovered for him. Understanding their magic patterns and structures is a very enjoyable thing.

But isn't the point of teaming up to fight monsters to get the loot later?

He genuinely enjoyed the time he spent distributing equipment with his teammates.

However, Theodore and Mia were the first to state: "We don't want it."

Miffy shook his head, indicating that he didn't need these things.

Judging from the situation, they really didn't need these things, so Kroya didn't force them and took out the ornament made of the Radiant Diamond first.

Ivy immediately identified and explained:

"Each of these items has an amplifying effect on light and fire magic, as well as the ability to jump and teleport short distances."

It is more suitable for monks to wear.

As for mages, if Mifein didn't want them, then only Kroya and Estner were left. Kroya simply gave up her place to Estner.

He immediately had Ivy help dispel the remaining divine power, and then put it on on the spot—the radiant jewelry on the sorcerer's holy spirit still looked a little out of place on a cold, hard man.

But seeing how much he loves it, if he likes it, then it's fine.

It's perfectly normal for a monk to wear rings, earrings, crowns, and even anklets.

The second piece of luminous white dragon skin armor was fought over between Kmoye and Oak, and was finally acquired by Kmoye—he also paid a price, giving Oak a portion of his family's treasure.

This is actually the normal way. Even mercenary and adventurer teams would choose this distribution method to avoid situations where favors are wasted or no one gets anything.

The Salt Stake Staff and the legendary Soul Artifact were taken by Kroya and Oak.

The Salt Stake Staff possesses a very special magical structure. If Kroya can figure it out, he will no longer need the Salt Mountain Knights' help and will be able to make sacred salt on his own.

By this point, everyone had gained something.

Adding to the experience gained from sparring with the legend and his own surge in power, he can be said to have made a fortune this time.

After the battle, they gathered together and drank the wine extracted from the ivy. Even Miya was very satisfied with the fragrant and mellow wine.

And almost everyone leveled up, including Kroya, who is now a level seven mage.

This was indeed a pleasant surprise, so before they left, they all said that if there were any more good things like this, they should definitely come to them.

Then they each left and returned to where they came from.

In the vast desert, only Kroya and Ivy remained—the children, the village chief, and Jessica had also been sent back.

The bustling atmosphere of friends gathered around turned into loneliness in just a moment.

I'm really not used to it yet.

Kroa sighed softly and looked at Ivy: "Apollo—that should be the name. I should remember him, but why can't I recall it?"

Ivy had foreseen this: "That is the curtain of the world, the self-protection mechanism of this world. Even I have to abandon the part that represents youth and immortality when I come into this world."

If you have the chance, you should leave this world as soon as possible. This world is incomplete. Once you reach the Astral Plane, you should be able to remember.

There's nothing else I can tell you, and even if I did, it would be vague. But you can trust me, I won't lie.

That's true; Kroa could sense that the guy was very sincere.

"World protection mechanism? You mean these memories about gods will affect how the world works?" Kroa asked.

“That’s right.” Ivy continued to explain, “Knowledge about gods is itself a threat. You should know that a powerful historian must also be a powerful mage or a god.”

History and knowledge... can become your own power.

This is a bit abstract, but some hidden knowledge does indeed possess great power, and knowledge about gods may even approach the essence of gods.

So Kroya nodded to indicate that she understood.

He was looking forward to the moment he entered the astral plane.

After they finished talking about these things, Kroya reached out her hand to it.

The ivy immediately clung to his right wrist, turning into a verdant bracelet with small leaves that gleamed with an antique light.

It shook itself and said, "You should remember to make more friends!"

The more friends you have, the more power I can wield. If those friends are willing to share their power with you, I can even create phantom copies of them.

Of those people, only Knight Theodore and Mia are qualified to leave their mark on me. I can summon their phantoms to help you when you need them.

Kroya looked at the ivy bracelet and indeed saw a white-gold ring and the mark of a vertical knight's sword on it—

【The Mark of Chloe's Friendship】

[Currently possesses the following imprints: Sky Ark - Ring of Radiance, Holy Tree Knight Theodore.]

[You can use this mark to communicate with them when needed, and summon phantoms that possess their memories to aid you in battle.]

[Note: The combat strength of the phantoms depends on the amount of power they provide.]

The more friendship imprints a plant bears, the stronger the ivy's power becomes; there is no upper limit to the number.

"So I can't summon them anymore?" Kroa observed for a moment, then asked curiously, "The others are probably good friends with me too, so according to you, they shouldn't be able to come, right?"

"That consumed my previous power, and now I have no power left... Once you collect five good friend imprints, I will be able to summon your other friends!" Ivy replied.

"Five? Only legends or gods can leave their mark. Where am I supposed to find three legends?" Kroya retorted.

Who knew that Ivy would mysteriously say, "I have a feeling your friend is on her way, and she's a fragrant and divine lady. Why don't you go back and see her?"

Lady? Or fragrant and sacred?

Kroya just wanted to pluck all the leaves off the riddle vine. Couldn't he have explained it more clearly?

Those who play the divination game have truly wicked hearts!

……

The Elf Kingdom.

In the sacred grounds of the Orpheus family.

The sunlight, originating from the astral plane and unpolluted by the God of Light, was filtered through countless magic arrays and projected onto an elegant tree.

It has oval leaves, and hidden among the branches and leaves are some small, pale yellow-green flowers. Although they are small, they emit a lingering fragrance, enveloping this place, this whole little world, in an intoxicating aroma.

Beside the trees stood an old elf in a long robe.

He put down the harp in his hand, and the expensive harp fell directly to the ground. The body of the harp, made of legendary materials, instantly shattered into pieces and became a pile of junk.

"Ugh."

"What can truly carry the song of the sun?"

The old man felt deeply helpless.

He hadn't expected that the song played by this mage, who wasn't even a legendary figure, was so powerful that even a legendary harp couldn't replicate it. This expensive legendary harp was only used once before it was completely ruined.

Even with the Orpheus family's resources, they couldn't possibly keep using the legendary harp for experiments, could they?

Just as he was sighing, the laurel tree next to him suddenly trembled, and the small yellow-green flowers moved without wind, forming a rain of petals around him.

In the rain, a slender figure appeared.

She was a beautiful young girl wearing a flower crown, with skin as white and translucent as snow. Her slight smile seemed to soften even the wind around her.

She called out, "Etanus."

The old man's expression instantly changed, and he couldn't help but burst into tears, saying, "Ancestor, you've finally woken up?"

"I'm only temporarily awakened." Daphne looked at the harp lying on the ground. "It contains the songs of the sun. You must take me to the person who plays it."

"I already sensed that an old friend was waiting for me by his side."

An old friend of our ancestors?

Ethanos, the head of the Orpheus family, immediately nodded: "I'll have Ellie contact that mage right away. Don't worry, we'll definitely create a suitable place for you to settle down!"

This means that they intend to help Cloa build a garden specifically for the laurel tree.

"..."

Daphne fell silent for a moment.

"I feel that my roots have absorbed far too much magic, little Erthanos. Have you ever considered that I don't actually need that much magic?"

The head of the family fell silent.

He followed the laurel tree's gaze and looked at the hundreds of magic veins, dozens of magic mines, three magic lakes, and five magic rivers within this small plane...

It seems that there really is a little too much.

A thought suddenly occurred to him—could it be that there was too much magic power? That's why his ancestor couldn't wake up?

Daphne sensed what he was thinking: "That's right, there's so much magic in my body now."

Consider it a gift for that bard.

He would probably like laurel blossoms.

At this moment, her gaze was filled with deep longing, as if she were reminiscing about someone.

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