Brain bloom

It hadn't returned for who knows how long, but the unchanging scenery here now felt incredibly strange. The world was in flux; a terrifying pressure was spreading, the power of the ancient Demon King… Was it trying to fight against something?

The woodpecker master flew into its burrow.

"Your daughter is doomed! I've come to make a deal with you! What's the price for saving your daughter? Consider it repaying the favor to the person who delivered the coffin, I'll pay!"

“It’s enormous, no one can afford it. Because it’s tantamount to tearing up the original deal… Don’t you remember? That deal. Besides, I can’t interfere with Hodge’s business, because I’ve already made a deal with them.”

"Hurry up and find an opening to slip through! Aren't you the best at this?!"

There are no loopholes.

The ancient demon king shook his head dejectedly, removed his crown, and stood silently on his throne.

"Whether in the past or now, you've always been a pathetic weakling!"

After cursing, Master Woodpecker immediately flew away. It didn't place its hopes on the poor devil bound by rules, but who could it turn to for help? It itself? Wasn't it also weak, stripped of its divinity and responsibility, unable even to offer a helping hand?

It was too late to go to the Holy Land. The three attacks were too consecutive and the intervals were too short. They were probably planned long ago. Even if the message was delivered in time, it would not have been able to stop them... It could only sigh because it had already done its best.

Even after the Woodpecker Master left, the Ancient Demon King remained dejected.

But throughout the entire realm of demons, a kind of earth-shattering struggle continues unabated.

……

"Have you managed to get in touch with them?"

"No, this thing doesn't obey my commands."

Mori no longer had the mental energy to activate the picture frame, so he switched to a different pen, hoping to contact Melia. But he couldn't find a single piece of paper in his bag... Besides, even if he did make contact, it would probably be too late.

Looking back at the third blow that had already fallen, turning the world silvery white, Mori clearly felt the taste of death.

Just like back then, when facing the meteorite cluster...

This time it will probably be eternal sleep.

"So, this is your reason for not coming back to be with me?" A familiar yet unfamiliar girl's voice quietly appeared beside Mori Toki. "So you were busy here, pinning Yuan down."

"Dandelions!? Run! This thing—"

"Run?" Sen Shi looked up anxiously, only to find that the dandelion on his princess's head was completely black. "If I run away, who will save you?"

Volume 1 #Updated together tonight

As the title suggests, I feel this part should be posted more coherently, so I'm working hard and planning to post it all together tonight, maybe 3 or 4 chapters at once? I'm not entirely sure.

Theoretically speaking, it shouldn't be delayed.

Theoretically, it should be released before going to sleep.

perhaps……

Here's a picture... a tribute to this illustration that was unfortunately rendered useless.

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Volume 1 #321 · Foolish Humans

"Save me?" Mori thought he had misheard.

Although she knew very well that the Dandelion race, and indeed the Four Seasons race, were both mysterious and powerful, she was afraid that she would be unable to help in the face of such a troublesome attack.

After all—this divine power was unleashed by thousands of mages to purge evil. Mori had reason to believe that the Four Seasons were the ones being countered…

She didn't expect the dandelion to actually help; it just wanted to tell her to leave quickly because it was dangerous.

But I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Her consciousness could no longer hold on. In order to resist the divine power, the coffin bearer's divine essence was greatly depleted, and she could no longer withstand the heavy pressure of the divine power.

But before she completely fell into a deep sleep, she caught a glimpse of a faint black light in her peripheral vision, dancing on Dandelion's fingertips.

Transparent and dazzling.

Like a small feather? Or like a swaying bird...

Before she could even identify what it was, Mori Toki completely fainted. Her rather petite body gently pressed down on Yui. Then, Mori Toki's divine essence faded, and the lush green leaves above her head withered listlessly, but did not die.

The state of the plant reflected her own state; her life force was as faint as a cloud.

But Mori was no longer harmed; the divine power that sought to defy the true god was stopped by the dandelion. The mysterious princess of the four seasons had firmly grasped the power over nature, enough to withstand any danger in the world.

……

At the same time—in the Holy Land Square of the capital of the Holy Coffin Kingdom.

Thousands of powerful mages and followers of various classes lay scattered on the ground in all sorts of positions. From above, they looked like a pile of rice carelessly scattered in a steamer.

Everyone was panting, exhausted, and sweating profusely.

"...Did we...win?"

"do not know……"

Similar comments kept coming in.

All the spiritual energy in the magicians' souls was drained and contributed to magic, leaving not a drop. They only hoped that the evil god Hodge and the primordial evil could be destroyed along with that isolated little island nation of 1848, leaving not a trace.

The power they gathered was so immense that the channel created by spatial magic couldn't contain it all at once. It had to be divided into three parts, but each strike exceeded the planned expectations.

"We should... have won, right?" B asked uneasily. Even someone as powerful as her was somewhat unsteady on her feet, as she had also swung her sword fiercely several times, expending a great deal of mental energy.

"We are confirming the results of the battle," the archbishop reassured him. "It should be good news."

On the other side, Melia gripped her partner Erron Daniel's large claws tightly, indicating her unease. Fernanda also seemed equally vigilant; the malevolent aura in the air hadn't dissipated.

Something seems amiss.

Melia muttered to herself in confusion, "Strange, my gut tells me we've messed up..."

A few seconds later, a message arrived—the ring used to detect the evil level of the world, the Coffin Bearer's Idol Ring, had dimmed even more.

"I went to confirm the results myself."

After saying that, Fernanda stood up.

Under the gaze of thousands, she casually ripped off her dress, the fiery red hem fluttering, but before the beauty of her skin could be revealed, this dignified and beautiful woman had already vanished.

Instead, a dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The ancient monster that has survived since time immemorial, the Primordial Calamity Dragon that shattered truth, soared into the sky. It rapidly pierced through the clouds, reaching the horizon, where the wavy horizon could be seen.

Fernanda opened her eyes, which she usually kept closed, and exuded an extraordinary aura.

The golden dragon's eyes, streaked with blood, seemed intent on taking in the entire world.

But Fernanda witnessed a scene of despair—

"...Mori?! Yuan?!!"

Another man who noticed something amiss was Aureliano, the emperor of the Peda Empire.

When he first arrived, he already had a vague feeling that something was wrong, because he keenly smelled a... odor that shouldn't exist, the stench of the sea.

For this reason, when he first arrived, he asked the people of the Holy Coffin Kingdom whether these magicians were reliable.

It seems the answer is no...

At first, the smell was so faint as to be almost nonexistent, but as the attack began and ended, the smell grew stronger and stronger.

He coughed and summoned his long-time attendant, who brought over a giant sword.

The hilt was short, designed for one-handed grip, while the blade was taller than the man himself. The steel blade was forged to be extremely thick, with only a thin line of edge, yet it was incredibly sharp.

"What are you going to do, Aureliano!"

The archbishop, despite being covered in sweat, stepped forward to confront him, realizing he had murderous intent.

"Have you sided with an evil god, hoping to use that to rule the world? You're definitely up to no good!"

"There is a slight fishy smell in your so-called holy land that shouldn't exist."

"what?"

He did not answer, but the greatsword roared up.

The veins and muscles on his arm bulged as he forcefully swung his sword horizontally.

This sudden outburst sliced ​​several black-robed mages in half from a distance. Their merciless deaths sealed their fates.

These mages were the elite of the Holy Coffin Kingdom and the key figures in this war. Their spatial magic carried divine power, and they should have been remembered in history and bestowed with considerable honor after the victory.

But now, all that remains are screams, the smell of blood, and shattered intestines and entrails.

The atmosphere became incredibly tense.

"You?! Why?!"

“If the world is destroyed, your country will bear the main responsibility.” He continued sniffing, because there were other scents lurking around.

Suddenly, a burst of wild laughter appeared out of nowhere.

A believer pointed tremblingly at the mage's corpse. The crowd saw that from the old wounds on their bodies, some murky black smoke, like that of souls, was rising, and the laughter was coming from it.

“This is… Hodge?” The archbishop recognized the evil aura.

"Why...why is that..."

“It seems that you are the ones who have sided with the evil god.” With that, Aureliano plunged his greatsword into the paving stones of the holy ground. The blade was as white as snow, similar in color to the beard on his face.

These wounds, inflicted during the holy war against Hodge, were even hailed as medals. Wizards who possessed these medals were entrusted with important responsibilities. Little did they know, they harbored the soul of Hodge…

The deeper she thought about it, the paler Melia's face grew. She suspected that Hodge had used some kind of trick to secretly tamper with the self-righteous humans, without them even noticing...

Hodge probably had this planned all along. After learning about humanity's plans, he secretly prepared the methods he had left behind many years ago, so that the ignorant humans would understand the terrifying nature of a true god.

At that moment, a small portal opened.

Volume 1, Chapter 322: The Power of Nature

A sharp warning came from inside: "You've attacked the wrong person!!!" Immediately afterward, a woodpecker that barely managed to squeeze out of the portal flew out.