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

Chapter 357. You will ascend to the sky.

The golden bridge connecting the Ring of Radiance quickly led to the deepest point that could be reached—near the two-eared bottle.

It's like a malignant tumor rooted in symphonies.

This journey was extremely difficult.

Even with the Legion of Heroes, Treden, the army of magical beasts and magical plants, and even the friends of the Ring of Radiance and Kroya, getting close is still extremely difficult.

Some of the heroic spirits have already had their bodies invaded by the gray rain curtain. The eternal magic is still resisting, but it cannot stop the rain curtain from invading.

The Ring of Radiance also felt immense pressure—the rain curtain here seemed to be just like the "black silt" in the River Styx that the goddess of the underworld had once given to her, something that even the Ring of Radiance's supreme power of the void could not destroy.

He frowned deeply, feeling powerless for the first time.

Gazing into the deepest part of the double-eared bottle, He suddenly cried out:

"Kroya!"

"You need to wake up!"

This action stunned everyone around them. This was Miya! The usually calm and composed Miya! She actually used this method.

It seems like there's nothing else they can do but shout encouragement.

After thinking for a moment, the crowd joined in the shouting, creating a sound that could be described as "exhilarating," accompanied by the roars and unique sounds of the magical beasts and plants.

Unfortunately, these sounds did not attract Kroya's attention, but instead attracted some "shadows" that were slowly taking shape in the rain.

They could only be described as having human-shaped shells, their entire bodies made of rain, and countless sorrows flowing within them, as they slowly approached the crowd.

At the same time, it emitted a strange buzzing sound.

Before Miya could speak, the Astral Crystal Turtle shouted, "Don't let them hug you!"

Its reaction was actually quite fast, but the monsters were even faster. In the rain, they seemed to be using spatial magic to teleport, appearing next to people one second when they were still far away.

The first to suffer were the heroic spirits.

A black shadow appeared behind them, standing silently. Three pairs of small, jet-black wings extended from behind it. Two wings covered their eyes, two wings covered their feet, and the last two wings spread out as they took flight.

It looked as if it had been embraced, and it flew up and surged directly into the rain, quickly disappearing into the gray rain without leaving a trace.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of heroic spirits were taken away in this way.

"Seraphim?" Miya exclaimed in surprise, "These shadows are the highest form of angels... Why?"

As He asked the question in confusion, He waved His hand and scattered platinum-gold light, forming a series of circular magic circles around Him, which blocked the shadows from getting closer, but obviously could not stop them for long.

"Because disasters are all sent down by 'fate,' that is, by 'heaven.'"

Ivy replied, "Fate cannot be changed, nor can the suffering that Heaven sends be stopped. Angels are the messengers of Heaven."

This actually touches on the ultimate mystery of the gods, which others may not fully understand, but Milfian Theodore and Daphne are very clear about it.

—Angels and gods are closely linked. If any god wants to convey their will, the only options besides spending enormous amounts of divine power to send divine messengers are to use angels.

In this process, they inevitably become connected, and there may even be an intertwining and connection of divine power.

But angels are actually creations of fate, so gods... are just pawns played by fate.

If at this moment, Kroya were not a mage, but a god...

Perhaps these "angels" were not embracing them, but rather Kroya, who was surrounded by rain and plunged into the deepest darkness.

Miya said softly:

"Let's do our best."

"He has not yet been corrupted by angels."

"The more we kill, the easier it will be for him."

As for those unfortunate heroic spirits embraced by angels, it won't be a problem as long as Kroa can wake up.

After saying this, He immediately took flight, with countless rings around Him vaguely forming the muzzle of a white-gold, extremely simple and unadorned cannon, which He aimed at the endless six-winged angels in front of Him.

next moment--

"Boom!"

The roar of artillery fire completely drowned out all other sounds.

Countless platinum-gold light bullets, trailing long flames, hurtled into the formation of the six-winged angels like meteors before exploding violently.

The somber rain curtain was replaced by the ravaged firelight.

The cannon fire belonging to the Ark was manifested by Him. The Ark, which can soar through the star realm, naturally has endless firepower and can shatter everything, including sorrow and confusion.

There's nothing that can't be broken by artillery fire, only a lack of sufficient artillery!

Seeing this, the others and the magical beasts and plants followed suit. With the Ring of Radiance bearing the brunt of the pressure, they were able to unleash their full power. In an instant, the rain was completely suppressed by the roars and howls of war.

……

at this time.

At the deepest part of the amphorae.

Kroya was actually awake, more so than ever before.

Even though a tall figure behind him was trying to cover his eyes with its wings, he remained unmoved, his gaze clear and bright as he watched everything before him.

"Ugh."

"I'm actually a little excited."

"I have a great group of subordinates and friends... and some adorable little ones."

His voice was tinged with pleasure, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. He suddenly turned his head to look at the seraphim behind him: "Why did you try so hard to cover my eyes? Is it because if I close my eyes, hope cannot be captured?"

He was truly grateful to his teammate and subordinates; if it weren't for their relentless bombardment, he wouldn't have been able to discover the "Seraph's" weakness so quickly.

"Although there will be some price to pay..." He looked directly at the Seraphim, having already made his decision.

The black seraph, of course, cannot speak.

But Kroa suddenly moved closer to it, her cheek only a few centimeters away from its human-shaped face, as if she were about to touch it.

The young monk's eyes shone brightly, as if the sun's halos were spinning, and his voice carried a sorrowful sigh: "Because you can't see, right?"

"!"

The black seraph took a step back.

It seemed to fear the light and pity in Kroa's eyes, just as a shadow forever flees from the sun, even though... its power could threaten Kroa.

"But I hope it's priceless."

"I hope you won't be so afraid of me."

Kroya took another step closer, then suddenly opened her arms and hugged the Seraphim tightly. The Seraphim's body trembled violently, and the gray flowing from its body reacted violently with the black rain and the light emanating from Kroya.

A hazy mist rose around us, like water vapor.

It was wailing, wanting to leave—Kroya also felt an unbearable pain, the kind of pain that embraced all sorrow and despair, and that he had to bear it all.

"It really hurts."

"The grief of losing friends, the pain of losing loved ones, the inability to absorb nourishment, the inability to enjoy the rain and dew... Suffering is not a sudden downpour, but a lingering dampness at the end of life."

Kroa suddenly felt...comfortable?

So much suffering seemed to have numbed him, and even the light around him began to dim, like an old lamp soaked in a gray rain, emitting only a barely perceptible brightness.

"Okay, now close my eyes."

"I feel very tired too."

He suddenly said this and forcibly pulled on the seraph's wings to cover his eyes. The poor seraph was completely unable to resist his brute force and was almost forced to cover the former's eyes with his wings.

In the instant that the extremely gray wings obscured her eyes, ring-like phantoms appeared on Kroya's exposed skin, connecting to form a complex magic circle.

Everything around him seemed to have disappeared, even his power was blocked, and all he could see and feel was a deep dampness and coldness that seeped into his clothes and bones.

"Yes, that's good."

"All ties with sunflowers have been severed."

He lay down comfortably and muttered to himself:

A flawless version after careful inspection!

"It's up to you now..."

"You will rise into the sky and become the sun."

The sound gradually faded into the gray hue.

Outside, all the rain was converging on Kroya, who was standing there, making it look as if he was swallowing up the rain.

As the rain disappeared, a symphony of light gradually shimmered on the ground, and sunflowers, one after another, grew out of the ground, each one golden red.

"Hmm?" Miya keenly noticed this. Her contract with Kroya was still in effect, but the latter's aura was growing weaker and weaker, as if he wanted to... fall asleep?

Isn't that something only gods would do?

After sensing further, He discovered that Kroa seemed to have used the Ring of Radiance to seal the divine runes, sealing Himself as a god...

Moreover, it seems that some special methods were used, and even He could only barely sense that Kroa still existed—it would be almost impossible for others to perceive it.

"Others?"

Miya suddenly thought of something.

He suddenly looked up at the sky—the rain curtain in the sky had been gradually absorbed, and he could see the outside world clearly. It should have been a sunny time, but there was no sun in the sky!

It's the consciousness of a plane!

The dimensional consciousness rejected the arrival of the sun!

An indescribable sense of shock reverberated in Miya's heart.

What could possibly make a plane reject the sun?

—This answer received a response very quickly.

sunflower.

Among the sunflowers growing on the ground, there was one that was the tallest. Rainbow-colored water droplets and a gray rain curtain slowly dripped from its body, turning its entire body into a dazzling golden-red.

There were no elaborate ceremonies or glamorous displays.

It flew towards the sky, and the [Kroya's Sun Substitution Spell], which was already nearly perfected inside its celestial body, was now completely perfected, forming complex and intricate magic runes on the surface of its branches.

Each magical rune radiated light like the sun.

The remaining rain was quickly scorched into white mist by the sunlight and then disappeared completely.

"..."

Everyone in this space witnessed this scene.

Sunflower! It's about to become the sun!

This was an incredibly shocking event; not only the audience here, but even the gods and legends stared wide-eyed.

"Does it want to obtain the sun's authority?"

"Has Chloe gone mad? Doesn't he want to go to the Astral Plane anymore?"

Why?

The one who couldn't understand it the most was Eurydice, who was even heartbroken, "The power of that sunflower can grant a god-like status in the astral plane."

"Sigh, what use is a sun god from a prime plane!"

He was genuinely heartbroken for Kroya. Anyone with the ambition to go to the Astral Plane knew that no matter how good a plane was, it was still just one world. The Astral Plane had an incomparably vast and beautiful landscape waiting for them.

Iotos also felt bad: "What a pity."

Such a spiritually potent magical plant... is truly a rare find.

It's estimated that even the Eye of Ternas, which the Titans originally created, won't achieve as much as this sunflower in the future; all it lacks is the accumulation of time.

Just as they were sighing and feeling sorry for Kroya, the sunflower had already risen completely into the sky, transforming into a golden-red sun, radiating its own light and heat.

It was actually somewhat uneasy, because all the melody of "The Rainbow Poem" had been extracted from its body, and it could not even sense Kroya's presence, only itself hanging alone in the high sky.

This was an unbearable pain for it, which had been under Kroya's protection since it gained sentience. The loneliness and solitude left by the rain lingered in its heart—it looked down at the world from its high position, but there was only endless emptiness.

The consciousness of the surrounding plane is inviting it; with just a thought, a radiant divine essence will merge into its body, and the sun from the outside world will pass through it to reach this world.

Everything will grow vigorously in its light.

That was the great divine power that the Father of Light had desperately sought but could not obtain.

Only the consciousness of the plane exists above it.

For the magical plant, this should be the pinnacle, the highest point it could reach, achieving godhood, but it doesn't really want to accept it.

Its gaze turned toward the northern land where it had grown up.

It seemed as if it saw its father smiling at it—its heart suddenly trembled.

"No," it replied to the plane's consciousness. "I don't want your divine position, but you must help me. I have obtained the magic of the Father of Light, which was obtained by exploiting countless people."

"I will return it to them."

"..." The dimensional consciousness seemed to let out a brief sigh, then poured its power into the sunflower's body, and each of its petals began to ooze sacred oil.

The oil and the vitality of the sky converged, turning into a golden sun shower that fell from the sky, cleansing the entire human world.

All the magical plants, magical beasts, and humans were surprised to find that their power had been significantly enhanced. The oils not only helped them recover, but also increased their "upper limit".

After a sun shower that also exhausted the faith power of the Father of Light, the sunflower did not hesitate for a moment, transforming into a golden-red shooting star and falling toward the North.

All the legends and gods who witnessed the sun rise and set were speechless with astonishment.

That's the position of the sun god!

The sunflower, however, paid no heed and plummeted. Its golden-red light recklessly and violently pierced through the rain, smashing the poor black seraph into pieces before plunging headfirst into the arms of the slightly sleepy Kroya.

The little sun nestled in his arms, snuggling and acting spoiled.

Kroya's body trembled, and the sleepiness he had managed to muster vanished without a trace. He was almost in tears—he really wanted to take this opportunity to get a good night's sleep!

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