Origin Paradise!

Jiang He closed her eyes, preparing to rest for fifteen minutes, when a notification sound rang in her ears.

[Hint: An exclusive side quest for the Executive has been released]

[Quest Name: Origin Hunter]

[Mission Brief: As a relic of the current era of god-making, Morent escaped the purge of order by fleeing abroad alone. After arriving in the world of gods, Morent lost the common body of a player and struggled to become a hero elite. He then established his base on Serpent Island, unified the tribes, and founded a pirate royal court.]

[But the remaining sins have not been absolved, and the trials continue.]

[Mission Requirement: Defeat Pirate King Morent]

[Quest Rewards: 1 Sub-Legendary Item / 10000 Game Currency and Experience Points]

[Task Time Limit: 45 calendar days]

[Task Penalty: None]

[Note: The offender's crime was "maliciously exploiting faith" (currently, it is forbidden to recruit believers locally)].

……

As dawn breaks.

A group of enormous, powerful monsters descended from the sky and landed in the fortress city of Black Whale, the territory of the Black Whale Marquis.

When the monster appeared on the street, it quickly attracted a large crowd of free citizens.

The monster has a body and tail similar to a lion, as well as a head, beak, wings, and forelimbs like an eagle. It stands on all fours, and its wingspan is nearly ten meters if the tail is not counted. Its whole body is covered with majestic golden feathers.

"A griffin bestowed upon us by the royal family!"

"They are definitely the Duke's subordinates."

"A convoy transporting war funds."

On the backs of the thirty griffins, each possessing the fighting prowess of a great knight, lies an iron chest filled with gold coins imbued with mysterious energy. A quarter of the special taxes from the entire Northern Territory are contained within these chests.

The special tax, also known as war money, was essentially an investment made by nobles before the start of a war. Only those who paid the tax were eligible to share the spoils of war afterward, which is why the amount of war money was usually extremely large.

The griffins bypassed the crowd and headed straight for the castle.

A lush forest has now grown around Black Whale Castle, and the Archbishop of the Whispering Church, the Wastelander, is in charge of the war gold in place of Duke Felix of the North.

On the roads cleared through the forest, dozens of caravans arrived one after another. With the return of the four griffin squadrons, the logistics for the sea crossing campaign had been launched. What followed was a massive buying and selling of resources, with alchemical swords, magical armor, combat potions, military rations and equipment converging from all directions.

When the griffins encountered the caravan, the ordinary horses immediately trembled uncontrollably, and some merchants turned pale. Traveling merchants naturally had backgrounds, but if the Duke of the North ordered his men to plunder, then the so-called "background" was actually not enough. In the entire North, the Duke was practically the uncrowned king.

The leading knight, dressed in a court count's robe, turned around and shouted, "Control the griffins, don't cause any trouble."

"Please trust the reputation of the Green Forest family, which has been built up over hundreds of years, dear distinguished guests who have come from afar."

"Black Whale Castle is just ahead. Lord Wasteland will oversee the buying and selling later."

The Knight of Great Achievement spoke solemnly. For the Duke's family, reputation was part of their dominance. In the context of hundreds of years, a single war or transaction was not worth breaking the rules, and as a member of a branch of the family, he had an obligation to uphold them.

Take a short break.

The caravan and the griffins proceeded side by side until they reached the castle at the end, where the merchants finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon seeing the gaunt old man standing at the door, the Knight of Great Achievement immediately left the griffin, dismounted, and bowed in greeting.

"Greetings, Lord Desolate One."

“You were the last team, but you were quite efficient.”

The Wastelander praised the Duke for collecting war gold in just half a month, saying that while the Duke's prestige was certainly a factor, it wouldn't be entirely true that the four Knights of Great Achievements had no merit.

The Knight of Great Achievement smiled reservedly, but before he could exchange pleasantries, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on the face of the Desolate One.

"grown ups……"

"Enemy attack! All personnel on high alert!"

……

"They actually managed to react."

"Is it because of this forest?"

In the shadow cast by the treetops, Jiang He controlled the future knight to land, and immediately unleashed a spatial slash created by the spatial authority.

The legendary authority tore through the world's epic-level solidity with ease; a silver arc several kilometers long swept across the ground—his ultimate, fully charged strike.

Wow!

The long, curved arc revealed its sharp edge, and wherever it passed, a vacuum erupted with a teeth-grinding shriek. The trees in the entire forest seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, snapping in half. The tree crowns were filled with flying fragments of leaves, and the broken branches shimmered with a cold light like ice crystals.

The castle was as fragile as paper under the cutting. The spires and corridors filled with magic circles were instantly sheared in half, and the thick city walls collapsed, raising a thick cloud of dust that blotted out the sky. Countless domesticated monsters living around it did not even have time to escape. The aftershocks of the spatial fragments shredded them into blood mist.

The speed of the silver arc was too fast.

The Wastelander wiped the blood from his face, his expression extremely grim. Less than half a meter in front of him, the Great Knight's head was severed, his expression filled with terror before his death. But neither the Great Knight's guardian spirit nor his own defensive combat skills could withstand the attack.

In the destroyed forest.

A figure slowly walked over, his face completely composed of blood-red light and shadow, with only a pair of extremely cold eyes showing.

"Wild Hunt!"

"You actually dare to come back!"

The Wastelander's killing intent was palpable. As one of the core combat forces in the Duke's camp, he was well aware of the recent upheaval. The enemy was a top-tier hunter, and extremely arrogant, who murdered His Highness the Prince in front of the Saint-level Chief Guard.

Jiang He calmly extended her finger and hooked it.

"Come."

He manipulated the future knight to run back from the southern border of the empire, determined to obtain the War Gold. Since the other party seemed unwilling to give it up, he could only resort to force.

"As expected, arrogant!"

The Wastelander's face turned furious, and his entire body began to mutate.

The roots of countless trees withered, and life force gathered, instantly healing the laceration above his chest. Under the effect of the Secret Word Magic - Transformation, the Wastelander transformed into a mountain bear several meters tall. This legendary monster lives in the mountains of the Western Frontier and possesses immense strength.

boom!

The mountain bear attacked, striking out with its paw. A gale howled, and the violent force compressed the airflow, creating a shockwave visible to the naked eye. A thunderous roar exploded on the earth.

"The power of strength".

Jiang He thought to herself, "This archbishop seems to have some druidic tendencies. After transforming, he unleashed the power of the Mountain Bear. If nothing unexpected happens, his battlefield adaptability should be very strong."

Boom!

The ground cracked within a radius of several hundred meters.

The Wastelander stared in astonishment as his enemy caught his fist with one hand, then clenched it tightly, the crisp sound of bones shattering echoing as an unleashed burst of supreme divine power far exceeding his own.

Jiang He flung it behind him, his body slamming into the ground repeatedly. With each explosion, the ground crumbled under the weight. The Wastelander decisively abandoned its arm, transforming into a Storm Falcon to create distance, its eyes filled with apprehension.

Whoosh whoosh!

The Wastelander gritted his teeth, suddenly flapped his eagle wings, and feathers flew everywhere, accompanied by a storm, falling like a meteor shower. His guardian spirit, Ever-Changing, silently supported the depletion of his magic power.

Countless streaks of light swept in.

With a casual wave of his hand, Jiang He created countless "mirrors" around himself using his spatial authority. The moment the storm feathers hit the "mirrors," they all rushed into them and disappeared.

Whoosh whoosh!

The Wastelander's expression suddenly changed drastically, as the spatial mirror materialized around him, from which storm feathers flew out, their dense barrages tearing his body to shreds.

Jiang He grasped the mirror from a distance, causing it to collapse completely. He activated the legendary secret technique, Return to Nothingness, which caused a turbulent vortex in space to engulf the enemy, shredding their bones and flesh.

With just two moves, the Wasteland was nearly wiped out.

But in the critical moment, he quickly transformed into an immortal earth dragon, his body split into tens of thousands of pieces, yet he still retained his vitality.

Chapter 625 Departure

"Decree of Desolation!"

The Wastelander roared madly in his heart.

The forest withered completely, and life force swept in. But just as the immortal earth dragons were about to recombine, Jiang He raised his left hand and then swung it down fiercely.

A sudden, heavy snow began to fall around Black Whale Castle.

The desolate one, extremely weak, returned to human form. He reached out and picked up a "snowflake," a fragment of space.

A mysterious realm invisible to the naked eye.

Space fragments fell one after another, shattering the massive number of intricate channels where the forest's life force was concentrated. The authority displayed an overwhelming level of mystery and superior status. For this person, the most troublesome were actually elite warrior-type heroes; those with fancy methods could not pose much of a threat.

"In that case, let's fight in close combat."

The Wastelander's eyes were resolute. He gradually transformed into a golden mantis monster, its two leg-scythe-like legs gleamingly sharp.

call!

A golden light descends.

At this moment, the Wasteland One resembled a Saint-level light warrior who combined agility and lethality.

But the ferocious charge seemed to have no end.

After a half-minute sprint, the Wastelander was shocked to discover that the distance between him and the enemy was exactly the same as before, or rather, he was simply standing still.

Since when, an invisible corridor has swallowed up the desolate people. Here, space seems to have lost its meaning. The uninterrupted spatial teleportation has created an almost absolute cage.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the corner of the desolate man's forehead.

As the scythe was swung, two golden slashes flew out, but disappeared when they hit the corridor wall, and then reappeared from his back at point-blank range.

Since the enemy has control over the space inside their own body, teleporting directly into their body requires a huge amount of energy, but releasing it at close range is no different from bombarding from a distance.

Wow!

The Wastelander had lost both arms, and blood stained the surroundings. His already weak aura suddenly dissipated.

Jiang He spread his five fingers, then gripped them tightly as if they were five sharp blades.

In the spatial corridor, five miniature spatial slashes appeared and disappeared repeatedly, slicing the body of the Wasteland below the head to obliteration in countless cycles.

Death came irreversibly.

The Desolate One cursed with a devout yet malevolent tone, saying, "The secret will judge you until Ragnarok!"

puff!

A beautifully crafted dagger appeared in Jiang He's palm. The legendary Blade of the End shot out, shattering the head of the Desolate One, and then disappeared again, returning along the same path.

[Hint: Hunting Legendary Monsters +1]

[Hint: You have gained one real attribute point]

[Hint: You have created the legendary arcane spell, Infinite Corridor]

[Constitution: 60+2→61+2]

Jiang He collected the remains of his prey, then turned and went to the castle ruins. The box containing the war gold was an alchemical artifact with its internal space folded several times, making it very large. If the password was wrong, the box and its contents would be destroyed. However, in the face of spatial authority, such anti-theft measures were a joke.

"Lord Wild Hunt, your bounty is about to go up again."

A hoarse voice came from the shadows not far away.

Jiang He was too lazy to answer and began collecting the remaining caravan supplies on the battlefield. The guy who spoke was the future knight's current partner. Assassination officers of the Holy War Army usually acted in pairs. His partner clearly possessed the power of shadow and also wielded the corresponding holy weapon.

……

It was early morning outside Rock Town.

A thousand knights formed the Glenn Knights and went out. In the central carriage, Jiang He obtained the fragment of the Wastelander's head.

Because the Wastelander is completely dead, the heroic deeds residing in its soul have collapsed, meaning the Wastelander's body has lost its versatile power.

“Mountain Bear, Storm Falcon, Undying Earthworm, Golden Mantis, choose one of the four.”

Jiang He activated the final time loop, rewinding the time of the skull fragments to the state of Storm Falcon, and then commanded the Underworld puppet to come and take control, turning the Wasteland's body into a complete combat puppet.

Storm Falcon, Saint-level combat power.

Around noon, dense spatial patterns appeared inside the carriage. Zhuang Ya glanced at them groggily, then curled up in Jiang He's arms and continued sleeping.

Millions of gold coins were sold through the Holy War Army's channels and exchanged for tens of millions of soul silver coins. Since the Holy War Army is backed by eleven Moon Churches, it does not lack soul silver coins, but rather has a great need for gold coins.