Witch, don't be so lazy

Tokae acted quickly, casting a spell to remove the colorful black circle on top while thinking about the secret he had just heard.

……

at the same time.

Papal States.

Temple.

Pure white space, gilded long table.

There are nine chairs, and except for the Pope, the other eight legends are all there.

"...Observations show that the Bauhinia Garden has been destroyed, and the Life Forbidden Zone has fallen into the Spirit Realm, beyond the reach of exploration. Disregarding other factors, based solely on the changes in the Primordial Forest on the surface of the Spirit Realm, the Ancient Tree God will return within five hundred and thirteen years at most. Moreover, since He is free from restraints, He will be fully awake."

The middle-aged priest in the scripture office pushed his glasses and stated calmly.

"It can't possibly take that long! That cunning deer only severed its connection with the elves and tree spirits. But the Lord of Plague of the Abyss, the Chaos Dragon, the Fallen Water God, some ghostly creatures hiding in the spirit world, and even the Archangel of Life, are all natural intermediaries, allowing that terrifying monster to crawl out again!"

Marcus of the Inquisition slammed the long table.

"He's trying to drag us down! We must quickly assess their strength, report to Heaven, and attempt to capture the Antlered God and transform him into one of the archangels. At the same time, we must find a way to deal with the awakened monster."

"The Antlered God's power has declined significantly, and he's estimated to be weaker than an ordinary archangel... However, due to Adela's starry sky curtain, its location in the spirit world cannot be determined unless a large-scale operation is carried out. Alternatively, it could be possible to find sufficient mediums to locate it by attacking the Elven Forest. However, based on verification from multiple sources, such an action will 100% guarantee the end of the Northern Tower."

The middle-aged priest gave the information without emotion.

"It's impossible to provide information about the Ancient Tree God. Its scale and chaotic state have exceeded the limits of observation. I can only offer incomplete and unreasonable speculations.

If you want to completely eliminate him, here are three feasible plans.

1. The King of Angels will serve as the main force, and three archangels will serve as assistants. One of them must be the Angel of Death, otherwise at least four archangels will be needed to assist, or the Kingdom of Heaven may be mobilized for cooperation. It is expected that about four levels of power will be lost.

Two: Try to open the door to the underworld and guide life and death. As long as they meet, there is no possibility of reconciliation.

Three: Let His Holiness the Pope awaken the sublime Yin Ling Shan Er spirit VII (VIII) Lord of the Dawn.

A long silence.

"...Is He really that terrifying? I thought He was only slightly stronger than the Beast God. The way He transformed into an Ultimate Being was different, but the difference is so huge?"

The voices were like the overlapping of thousands of people, and the one asking the question was naturally the leader of the choir, the youngest legend present.

"Because She is not simply a being that manifests all things. She has developed comprehensively in the fields of nature and life. Theoretically speaking, as early as the end of the Laurel Period, when She created the Black Death, She could already be considered the Goddess of Life."

Saint Serosa pressed her brows together. "If we ignore the unknown God of Death, His progress on the Path to Omnipotence would rank third from ancient times to the present."

There was another moment of silence.

"Oh my, there's no need to be so depressing. In my opinion, the Tree God isn't that great, just a powerful lunatic. The Moon God is far more terrifying. She's got her hands on everything: the laurel, the Old Empire, the phoenix flower, Tusk, the abyss, the underworld... Oh, I almost forgot, there's also Heaven."

Fifty-three smiled and stretched lazily, ignoring the knife-like eyes around him, and continued to mutter,

"Respected Saint Serosa, I'm truly curious. When you completed your ultimate mission as a Saint on Fairytale Island and discovered that your projection had transformed into the Virgin Mary, becoming a messenger of destiny alongside the Ice Queen and the fairies, did you have any other thoughts?"

He held his chin, his face full of curiosity, "Do you think the Deer God is hinting at something, or mocking—"

"Silence!"

The eyes of Chief Judge Long Deshiwen turned cold.

"Fifty-three, slandering the Virgin Mary, do you know what this crime is?"

Saint Serosa still spoke slowly, but she didn't know when an emerald green scepter appeared in her hand.

"You're talking nonsense about the Kingdom of Heaven. Do you want to live in the Inquisition Court for a while?"

Marcus's expression was also very serious.

In such a situation, the weirdo naturally would not get angry anymore. He just leaned back in the chair with a playful smile and crossed his legs.

The atmosphere was noticeably more depressing than before.

"...What's the strength of the character from Fairy Tale Island? After experiencing the severe damage caused by Evanga and being restarted several times, it's unlikely that they can reach their ideal state again."

The leader of the witch hunting group spoke to ease the atmosphere.

"Legendary, but she has completely integrated the ancient scroll. Her ability to manifest fantasy has surpassed the scope of ordinary fields and reached the level of power."

The middle-aged priest replied, "The suggested name is Fairy Witch."

"can."

"Seconded."

……

Think about a question.

Stories can be divided into different levels based on their influence. So what level is the consensus about elves in the current world?

The answer is that it is well-known to everyone, and its time span can be extended to hundreds or thousands of years, which has exceeded the popularity and influence of conventional epics.

Fantasy materialization, or what Feiman prefers to call "Fairy Tale Creation", can use this power to achieve some incredible things.

As he chanted softly, the sound drifted with the wind throughout the Elf Forest.

In conjunction with the magic array that had been arranged long ago, through grand sacrifices, enormous magical power is shaping new bloodlines and talents through rituals.

It was a very long poem [Rose Proverbs]:

"…The tips of my hair are the dust of the starry sky, my brow bones are blades forged with moonlight, my pupils are filled with the amber of the beginning of creation. Before the fingers of the carving Muse, I turn my vows into azure.

After beating for a thousand years, the heart turns into the first seed of a rose flower; leaping over the endless mountains, the wood grain bursts at the toes, translating the arrowhead into a recorder in the depths of the pine waves..."

With every word spoken, the blood of all the elves underwent some changes.

A handsome face, a sturdy figure, a long lifespan, an extraordinary affinity with nature, and a powerful talent for transformation...

Everything is exactly the same as the stereotype in the propaganda.

Although to be honest, they are far inferior to the Laurel Royal Family of the past, they have also reached the level of ordinary nobles, and the most important thing is that they have gotten rid of the connection with the ancient tree god.

Even if the final results are similar, the means to achieve the goals are completely different, and the impacts are naturally different.

When the poem was finished, the entire Elf Forest burst into warm cheers, like mountains and seas roaring, as if it could overturn the entire sky.

Since then.

[Rose Dynasty] was established.

At the end where wind and magic converge, in the sea of ​​purple flowers, a silver-haired girl lies in a gorgeous crystal coffin, holding a book and closing her eyes slightly tiredly.

Because she was really too tired.

Even though she was at the legendary level and had made so many preparations beforehand, she still found it difficult to endure such a huge ceremony.

There are limits to the manifestation of fantasy.

But this is her duty to fulfill, otherwise she would be letting down the Antler God's care of the Fairy Tale Island.

"Please go to sleep, Princess."

The Gray Elder bent down and said, "You will return to the Moonlight Temple. You will need to recuperate and accept the knowledge left behind. Elder Mary and I will guard you, and the Antlered God will also watch over you."

The old honey badger lay around, tears streaming down his face.

When they saw who came out of the Fairy Tale Island and felt that familiar power, they immediately understood why the Antler God had given a death order that the honey badger must survive the Fairy Tale Island deduction and must hold on to the Moonlight Glade and not lose it.

Because if a fairy came out and could make the ancient tree god return perfectly, then everything would be fine. His great power could accomplish so many things.

But if he failed, as long as he could get a new "Moon God", even if it wasn't the same one as before, as long as it was a little Moon God who was loyal to the elves and possessed some of their power, that would be enough.

Therefore, the inheritance will not be lost, and the Moon Steps will be opened to the elves on a large scale again. If the included and deduced magic is taken into account, the new dynasty will only need some time to enter a period of explosive growth.

Theoretically, the honey badger can die at this time.

Just now, in the "Fairy Tale Shaping" ceremony, through that great power, Mary successfully extended her life. It was not long, but it was at least a hundred years. The hidden injuries on her body also disappeared. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted and she felt relaxed all over.

So, tears flowed.

"Your Highness, please do not use your abilities anymore, or you will fall into a deeper sleep..."

A beautiful stoat nearby seemed to have noticed something and was about to dissuade them.

The words have not yet fallen.

A voice sounded in the hearts of the souls:

"Let her be. A princess always has the right to be willful."

The shadow of the Deer Horn God appeared in the sky.

His figure now looked much smaller, even a little disheveled, but he was still as majestic as ever. With a light tap of his hoof, he immediately sent the princess, who had her eyes tightly closed, back to the Moonlight Glade.

The honey badger and the gray elder followed closely behind, while the weasel bowed respectfully and withdrew. She was responsible for negotiating some matters with the Tower Council.

After all the creatures had left, the Deer Horn God slowly walked, looking at the night sky that had become bright without anyone noticing, and asked softly:

"What new progress have you made? Omniscience? Omnipotence? Ability to see into the secrets of gods? Accurate predictions that can truly peek into the future?"

Not all questions were answered.

The woman's voice was faintly heard in the wind:

"...I just tried my best to avoid those developments that looked bad at first glance...There's never been a 100% accurate prediction. We must learn to respect fate...In fact, it was that shy child who was originally planned...But, it's all good now..."

The Deer Horn God thought for a moment.

Recalling some details from the fairytale island, such as the witch's intention to write a letter to the witch, knowing how to make a potion to water the "spring flowers", her shy and timid personality, which was directly led to find the faceless book monster, and then to participate in the trial, and finally the warming and awakening of feelings in the danger...

If it is another development, there are actually traces to follow.

But the piebald owl is like a crouching tiger.

It is a very simple truth that we should never beautify the road we have not traveled.

Now, that's good.

……

In the pure white space of the spiritual world.

An Ke stared blankly at the settlement screen in front of her which had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The talent [Red Dew Fruit] is gone.

Tully and the vines in the picture also disappeared.

It seems that someone was not satisfied with those things and changed the above content without authorization.

The picture changed.

"Autumn Corridor", but it turned into a beautiful and peaceful scene.

It seemed to be the harvest season, with golden fallen leaves all over the ground, and countless fruits hanging on them.

A beautiful white snake coiled up, its crimson eyes shining, raised its head, opened its mouth, and bit the fruit above.

[The Fruit of Transformation: The White Snake who tasted the forbidden fruit and understood the secret of life]

The description is simple.

The message given by the spirit world is also very simple: devour life energy and evolve in the appropriate direction (talent grows with rank).

"..."

An Ke was silent for a long time. Besides pondering what this talent was, he was also wondering why the spiritual world had changed.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Can I change it?"

In a trance.

I seemed to hear a familiar "hum" sound, and I could even imagine a pouting and very unhappy expression.

Then the scene in front of me changed again.

An Ke only took a glance and was almost frightened to the point of shaking. She felt her hands were shaking uncontrollably and she wanted to slap herself a few times.

In fact, the scene above is very familiar and warm.

It was in the room in Windmill City. He leaned back on a chair and let Feiman sleep on his thighs, while his fingertips rested on the little coward's face, gently stroking it.

just.

Compared to the picture I remembered, there are a few changes here.

First, the positions of the characters were swapped.