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Virtue was somewhat frustrated. She had just noticed a glimmer of expectation in Wan Qi's eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but that glimmer of light quickly faded, and his reply became perfunctory.

That look in her eyes meant, "Telling you won't help; it'll only cause you more trouble."

Is it a problem I can't solve, which is why I choose not to say anything? After all... I'm just a Si Chen.

For Wan Qi, a fellow human being who could face the "storm" just like himself, Veltin wanted to open up to him, but some things couldn't be solved simply by opening up.

Everyone has secrets, and every secret carries weight.

Only when the other person feels you can handle the weight of a secret will they take the initiative to speak up; this is trust and a commitment between you.

Clearly, Wan Qi felt that he couldn't make any promises to him right now, nor could he bear his secret.

It's okay, I'll keep trying until you're willing to talk about it!

Veltin made up his mind silently.

Even if you're already in the pool, you still want to run away. We'll drain you dry and put you in the box.

At this moment, Wan Qi was unaware that he was already considered a romanceable character in Virtue's eyes, and Miss Si Chen was eagerly waiting for her chance.

"By the way, the attackers over there seem to have stopped moving. Should we go check them out?" Wan Qi pointed to the distance.

"We should definitely take a look."

So Virtin and his group arrived at the spot where Wanqi's Holy Lance of the Dead had just struck. The scene was very mystical, with countless vines and branches enveloping something, while the actual point of impact was more than a hundred meters away.

Looking at the crime scene, which resembled a ballistic missile strike, everyone except Wan Qi and Apple broke out in a cold sweat.

Even if there were living people here before, with that kind of explosive force, they would at least have ended up like Mami or Fran. But no human corpses or corpses were found at the scene, which is good news.

The sonnet provides a fairly intuitive understanding of Wan Qi's fighting prowess; such a person is indeed dangerous to the point of being unsafe.

The reason is simple: if the other party really intends to harm Si Chen, even ten of himself stacked together can only serve to buy time. At this point, worrying about the other party's malicious intentions is meaningless. If they don't, that's best. If they do, then he can only try to comfort them and prevent them from becoming an enemy.

In short, as the balance of power shifted, Sonnet's way of thinking also underwent a fundamental change, from previously doubting Wan Qi to not understanding why the Foundation would overlook such a powerful mystic.

If someone like that were recruited by the Reincarnation Hand, it would be a truly hellish joke.

However, everyone's attention was focused on the layers of plants that were wrapped up. Who was inside?

Section 10: Necromancers and Druids

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I... I've fainted?

Protected by layers of trees, the mistletoe slowly opened its eyes, and its brain, now functioning again, began to think about what it had just experienced.

Oh, I remember now. A terrifying force suddenly attacked, but it showed signs of going out of control midway, so the attack that was supposed to hit me fell to the side. It was the forest that protected me from the blast wave.

It is a terrifying power, mixed with pure death, a power that exists solely to annihilate life.

but……

The mistletoe found that it couldn't hate that power, and even wanted to touch it.

For her, pure vitality is beautiful, but death is also part of the cycle of nature. Among the mystics there is a school called Druids, who call themselves "children of nature," and their mystical doctrines are all built on the basis of the natural cycle.

Birth is natural, and so is death.

However, the talents of mystics are biased. Human energy is limited, and one can only pursue progress in a certain area. Therefore, while mistletoe is a vibrant part of nature, it does not mean that it is devoid of death.

On the contrary, humans are a balanced system. The more one pursues the other side, the more the suppressed side of oneself yearns to be fulfilled.

When life dominates the body, death, which represents a return, becomes more and more apparent. This wouldn't drive the parasite crazy, since the human survival instinct is still very strong, but it would make her feel a sense of familiarity with death.

It is not death in the true sense, but rather the power of death that is inherently part of nature.

At this moment, the mistletoe sensed the presence of people outside through the plants, one of whom was the source of the deathly force that had attracted her.

Pure, powerful, and captivating.

"So, the person we're looking for is inside?" After observing carefully, Xingdi spread his hands and said, "Anyway, I have no way to get the person out of there. Our Archmage, it's your turn."

"Simple, how well done do you want it?" Wan Qi raised his hand and began to condense a fireball, preparing to unleash a devastating attack to wipe out the enemy completely.

Although it's a fireball technique, as long as the density is high, the temperature is high, and the energy is sufficient, it could even summon the Yan Emperor to descend to earth.

"Wait a minute, I'm thinking, is it possible that the people who attacked us are the owners of this forest? After all, this is America, and there are private properties everywhere."

Upon hearing what Wilting said, everyone's attention immediately turned to Wan Qi.

"Speaking of which, the attack happened after you destroyed a large area of ​​forest, right?" Xingjin analyzed.

"That's highly likely," Sonnet agreed.

“Mr. Apple thinks so too,” Mr. Apple said.

“Reading it would be too embarrassing, but I can restore it.”

As a good young man of the new era who has received proper moral education, Wan Qi will not allow himself to be a scoundrel who shirks responsibility. What difference would that make from the boss he worked for back then who owed him wages and was ripped off? He's not going to be a beast.

"It can be restored! So Mr. Wanqi was a druid?" Sonnet exclaimed in surprise.

Apple was equally surprised and said, "To be able to do something like this, you must be an extremely skilled mystic. Do you have the blood of some reclusive and mysterious family?"

"I'm just better at magic related to life."

Wan Qi isn't lying. In fact, the earliest necromancers weren't some kind of heaven-defying profession that studied life and death. They were doctors who performed surgery. Some magicians who wanted to heal the sick and had good intentions saved countless lives through surgery. Until someone discovered that magic combined with surgery could allow people to attach limbs of other people, or even animals.

Of course, issues such as immune rejection and blood type compatibility will certainly trouble those who have undergone limb reattachment, but it doesn't matter. Magic and medicine are constantly advancing, and soon magical physicians have developed limb reattachment techniques, giving countless disabled people a new lease on life.

While there's still no cure for brain damage, things like replacing the brain with a new body are now possible, which brings up another problem.

When the human body can be pieced together like a jigsaw puzzle in the hands of a magician, it is inevitable that some people will do things that violate morality and law. From the moment limb extension technology was born, magic doctors were destined to embark on the path of developing the human body itself.

Every path has a right path and a wrong path, and sometimes, the will of those in power can accelerate this process.

Controlling life and death, transcending reincarnation. A madman was born among magical healers, the first necromancer - Victor Frankenstein.

His necromancer creations are called "chimeras," which are chimeras pieced together from multiple creatures. He can make these creatures possess the characteristics of multiple creatures at the same time, and even break through the physical limits that conventional creatures should have, becoming unimaginably huge undead behemoths. This is also the development direction of the flesh and blood path in necromancers.

Victor Frankenstein was an absolute madman, but also an extraordinary and powerful figure. He pioneered the three paths of necromancers: the path of flesh, the path of skeletons, and the path of souls. He became a legend in the necromancer lineage and launched the first magical war, known as the Necromancer War.

It is said that Victor Frankenstein eventually disappeared mysteriously, and his terrible Scourge army also vanished. No organization or individual has ever recorded his defeat, nor has any organization or individual dared to claim that they defeated him. The only certainty is that he almost completely wiped out an entire civilization, leaving only one continent alive after the massacre of three continents.

Some say it was a sacrifice initiated by Victor Frankenstein to reach the source of magic, while others say he died from a magical outburst. In any case, the world's fate is uncertain regarding the triumph of justice. No matter how great those righteous people were, they did not bring victory or hope to their world. The end of everything was simply because Victor Frankenstein himself disappeared, nothing more.

For a time afterward, necromancy was considered taboo, but the taboo was soon lifted because countries were researching it, as the power it brought was simply too overwhelming.

If you don't study it, your enemy will, and then your enemy will kill your whole family.

From that moment on, necromancy officially took off, becoming a subject that the field of life and death had to study and could never avoid. People would of course condemn and curse Victor Frankenstein, but for this legend, these curses and insults were meaningless; he could not hear them and did not care.

But then, something amazing happened. After the Necromancer War, the Druids of the Life Magic system formed a titanium alloy-level alliance with the Necromancers. The two were often in a state of "you love me, I love you, Necromancers are so sweet." This is because death is also part of the Druid's Life Magic system and an important part of realizing the natural cycle. Only life can decay, while death is the beginning of new life.

What's even more coincidental is that necromancers, who study death, are more adept at life magic than druids in some aspects through different perspectives. Although their casting methods and goals are different, they are indeed a perfect match.

The most obvious example is that the marriage rate between Druids and Necromancers exceeds 79%. Whether from the perspective of career development or any other perspective, Druids and Necromancers are the best partners for each other. Even as comrades-in-arms, they can unleash exciting combo skills.

This is why Wanqi can use life magic, which druids possess, and even surpasses it.

Life is a continuation of death, and death is a cycle of life.

The loss of a mere forest is easily recovered.

"I'll do it now. How do I do it again? Oh, I remember now."

Although Wan Qi knew this kind of magic, he hadn't used it much. After all, in the Red Sea world, he would be respawned quickly after he died, and his soul was always in an anchored state. So why bother healing his injuries? He could just slit his throat and start over. His corpse could also be used as new casting material. No matter how you looked at it, it was a win-win situation.

In his most bored moments, Wan Qi even attempted suicide multiple times, piling his own corpses into a pyramid, its height even surpassing the Burj Khalifa in Dubai. He was truly bored to an extreme degree.

However, considering that I accidentally turned someone else's forest into a tree, it was indeed inappropriate, even in the United States where "private property is sacred? No! Inviolable," this was indeed going too far.

After recovering, at least I won't feel awkward when communicating with others.

At this point, Wan Qi had basically determined that the other party was a druid, but considering that the definition of a mystic here is very different from that of a mage, he tentatively classified him as a user of life magic.

As Wan Qi activated his life magic, a rich life force began to spread. After receiving ample nourishment, the broken trees began to regrow in a way that would be impossible under normal circumstances, and those trees that had already been broken also…

"Fuck!"

"Shit!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Si Chen!"

"Captain!"

After five screams, the forest that had previously transformed into 25 Satoru became even more like Picasso, with the four people and one fruit caught in it and hanging in mid-air in various poses.

"I'm sorry, I'm really not good at life magic," Wan Qi said awkwardly.

He was the most tightly wrapped up, because the vitality radiated from him. The plants longed for him just as much as they longed for sunlight. Who wouldn't like someone who can fill them up?

"Sichen, I'm coming right away!" Sonnet's eyes were only on Virtin.

"It's alright, I'm fine." Virtue was reaching for her hat.

"Can't you be more careful!"

Xingdi had the biggest complaint; she was hanging upside down and wearing a skirt, which meant she was about to expose herself!

"Captain, mind your image, mind your image! I'll help you down right now." Apple was the only one who wasn't trapped.

"Wait a moment, I'll deactivate it right away. How do I deactivate it again?"

Just as Wan Qi was about to cast the spell again, a voice came from behind him.

"You were the one who just destroyed the forest and then brought it back to life."

Wan Qi subconsciously turned around, and a pair of hands hugged him from behind. At the same time, a delicate face came into view.

"Hello, you can call me Mistletoe."

As she spoke, the mistletoe used her mysterious magic. She was far more skilled at manipulating plants than Wan Qi, and soon everyone was freed from the rampaging plants, and the entire forest quickly returned to normal.

It hasn't completely returned to its original state; in some areas, the tree density is noticeably off, and the trees look much more abstract.

Those were the parts that fell to the ground after the trees were cut down. Because Wan Qi injected too much vitality into them, they spread out as well. Since the plants themselves have very strong vitality, they became new trees. However, due to the abnormal initial conditions, their shapes became wildly imaginative.

"Hello, my name is Mistletoe," the pretty woman introduced herself in a soft voice.

"Hello, my name is Hermit Crab." Mistletoe was definitely not his real name, so Wan Qi joked along, then switched to a serious expression and asked, "Could you let me go, ma'am?"

The scene at this moment is that everyone else is standing still, but Wan Qi is being held in the arms of Peng Jisheng.

"This is how we greet each other in our hometown, please understand." The parasitic plant calmly put Wan Qi down, as if everything was perfectly natural.

"Understood, understood."

After landing, Wanqi immediately distanced itself from the mistletoe.

After all, she had almost killed the person just now, so who knew if the hug was just a thin veil covering her body?

Although I'm not afraid of dying, I know I'll be dragged back to the Red Sea if I die, and the scene of the explosion is too bloody. This isn't the set of a movie; we don't need so much tomato juice to embellish the plot.

At this moment, Virtue stepped forward, pulled Wan Qi behind her, and said, "Hello, Miss Liu Jisheng, my name is Virtue. What happened just now was a misunderstanding. Of course, we will compensate you."

The parasitic plant's gaze passed over Veltin, focusing on Wan Qi, then slowly returned to its own, calmly saying, "It's alright, you've recovered anyway. Are you here for the gathering?"

Most people would instinctively ask, "What kind of gathering?" upon hearing this, but Virtue reacted quickly and immediately replied, "Miss Parasite, are there any requirements for participating in the gathering?"

"To attend the rainstorm rally, you need an invitation and $5 worth of stock certificates."

Everyone keenly noticed the word – torrential rain.

Normally, there's nothing wrong with the word "torrential rain," but when it comes out of the mouth of a mystic, it's like the US saying it's not interested in oil—anyone knows there's something fishy going on.

So here's the question: where is the invitation letter? And where are the $50,000 stock certificates?

"We haven't discussed either of these things," Starlock said in the telepathic communication.

"It's simple, I'll just go to Wall Street and I'll have it." Wan Qi's tone was nonchalant.

"How do you plan to get it?" Xingdi asked.

[Of course, this is achieved through classical physics to correct the ideology of the ruling class, making the "streetlight ornaments" realize their mistakes, voluntarily redistribute assets, and make them prioritize our interests and serve our purposes.]

Why don't you just say it was robbery?

[How can you say that! This is classical finance practiced by the great Comrade Joseph in the Caucasus region.]