A NECROMANCER WHO JUST WANTS TO PLANT TREES
Chapter 1695: 461 Evidence of Murder and the Feast of Slaughter_4Chapter 1695: 461 Evidence of Murder and the Feast of Slaughter_4
He was waiting for nightfall.
Meanwhile.
His soul quietly arrived in Lost Paradise.
Today.
Was a good day for Lost Paradise!
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...“Tip: Would you like to consume 300 Founder Energy points to resurrect a former god of Lost Paradise?”
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“Resurrect, my dear Old Tai!”
Accompanied by Matthew’s playful call.
In the heart of Lost Paradise.
The most robust fire seed burst into dazzling light.
The blinding incandescence lasted for approximately seven or eight seconds.
Following that.
A handsome elf youth walked out from within.
The elf youth’s eyes were somewhat unfocused.
He looked around for a long time before suddenly coming to his senses and gazing at Matthew:
“Have I died?”
Matthew said with a smile:
“Not only are you not dead, but you’ve also successfully become a god.”
“See that light ball over there? It contains all the memories and information of what happened before. The red dot to the left of the light ball represents the faith and calls of the wood elves from the Jade Court. Take it easy with that, you’ve just been resurrected, your divine persona hasn’t fully recovered yet, and too much information could easily blow your mind…”
“Even though having your head explode in Lost Paradise isn’t a big deal, as I can restore it for you, it still takes some effort.”
The elf youth, following Matthew’s instructions, accessed the memories Matthew had extracted and stored in advance, along with the faith of the wood elves.
After a while.
He opened his eyes, his gaze filled with newfound clarity:
“So that’s what happened.”
“It turned out to be the Calamity Mage’s Gift of Nature that saved us from the greatest catastrophe…”
As he spoke.
His face aged rapidly, turning into the form of the Elf Elder that Matthew had previously seen.
“It seems we have overlooked Storluk Industries, a fatal mistake.”
Tyraste couldn’t help but lament.
Matthew shook his head:
“Not just Storluk.”
Tyraste was taken aback for a moment, but then a glint of understanding flashed in his eyes:
“The Heavenly Mage’s permission?”
Matthew nodded.
“It’s indeed not that simple to ascend to godhood under the Heavenly Mage’s watch; we almost lost everything…”
Tyraste spoke with a complex expression:
“But isn’t the Calamity Mage the founder of the Seven Saint Alliance?”
“Why would she act against the Alliance?”
Matthew shrugged:
“This is a complicated issue.”
“Putting aside whether the Calamity Mage cares about the Seven Saint Alliance or not, the Alliance itself is essentially just mechanically continuing the systems and protocols left behind by the Calamity Mage.”
“As for the true intentions and spirit of the Calamity Mage, there are actually many discrepancies within the Alliance itself.”
“Even within the Heavenly Mages, my teacher Isabelle and the Calamity Mage’s child Nameless also have significant differences in their overall directions.”
“Coming back to the Calamity Mage, her helping us might not necessarily be to confront the Alliance; it might just be out of some motive that we can’t understand for now…”
After listening, Tyraste was silent for a full five seconds:
“So my resurrection was purely out of luck?”
Matthew patted his shoulder:
“Look on the bright side.”
“After all, in some sense, being born is also due to luck.”
Tyraste took a deep breath:
“I understand.”
“So, what do we need to do now?”
Matthew replied:
“Do what you’re good at.”
“Lost Paradise, resurrected from the dead, has infinite potential, provided there’s enough time for development.”
“If we survive these five hundred years, we’ll be invincible—at least, likely so.”
“At the very least, a Singularity Cannon blast won’t be able to blow us up.”
“But before that, we must keep a low profile.”
“You can make some contact with the elf believers from the Jade Court, but make sure it’s discreet and secret.”
“You can no longer appear in this world as Tyraste; you might use the identity of God of Elves, or something else, just don’t attract the attention of the Heavenly Mages…”
After listening to Matthew’s endless admonitions.
Tyraste slowly nodded.
The next second.
A green bamboo sword suddenly appeared in his hand:
“I have a feeling.”
“My strength is slowly returning, and once I fuse with these powers, plus the divine persona bestowed upon me by Lost Paradise, I should stand a chance against the Heavenly Mage.”
“Even if it’s that blast from last time…”
“I can still use my sword to block him.”
Matthew’s eyes lit up upon hearing this:
“Really?”
Tyraste nodded confidently:
“It’s true.”
Matthew asked again:
“How long will it take you to recover?”
Tyraste hesitated:
“I’m not sure.”
“I am still very weak and might need more time to reclaim those powers.”
“But it shouldn’t be more than ten years…”
Matthew scratched his head and suddenly tossed the shovel he had in hand:
“Why don’t you help me plant trees first.”
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The resurrection of Tyraste meant not only that Lost Paradise now had a powerful worker who toiled tirelessly 24 hours a day,
but also that Matthew’s direct control over the divine artefact had further advanced.
Inside the carriage,
Matthew opened his eyes and thought.
Immediately,
a huge piece of Cosmic Base Rock flashed by in his hands!
“Being able to summon a slab the size of a paving brick now, not bad, it’s a huge step forward.”
Matthew’s heart was slightly excited.
Given time, he wouldn’t have any problem summoning the entire Cosmic Base Rock!
Moreover, this method of summoning was extremely fast, practically instantaneously presenting an enemy with a super sturdy, frighteningly heavy rock right in their face—
Those with slightly poorer physical attributes or slower reactions might be smashed into a pulp by Matthew!
Coupled with his Blink and rush abilities,
Matthew truly possessed assassination skills that were not to be underestimated.
“Has it gotten dark?”
He pulled back the curtain and saw that on the ground outside there were already three headless corpses.
A faint divine air emanated from these bodies.
Matthew’s perception was sharp.
That was unmistakably the scent of the God of Murder!
Matthew looked astonished at Soldier, sitting innocently in the driver’s seat:
“When did you do this?”
“Why did you hit so hard?”
“Where are their heads?”
Soldier thought for a moment:
“Today.”
“The heads fell off to the side, do you need me to pick them up?”
“Never mind!”
Matthew decisively closed the curtain and then ordered:
“Just focus on driving the carriage tonight, I know you are Dual Blade Sage and killing these moral scumbags is beneficial, but try to restrain yourself.”
“I don’t get to fish very often.”
“Don’t scare all the fish away so easily…”
Knock knock knock!
The carriage began to cheerfully travel along the main road around the Old Theater District.
Halfway through,
the wind carried over Soldier’s puzzled voice:
“Where are the fish?”
Matthew closed his eyes.
In his perception,
scarlet points of light suddenly lit up amid the darkness surrounding him.
These points of light carried a faint divine aura.
Their speed was astonishingly fast.
They were rushing towards where the carriage was.
“They’re everywhere.”
A cold smile appeared on Matthew’s face.
Night fell,
the evening breeze carried a hint of sweet, blood-stained air.
Tonight, in Order City,
a feast of slaughter was destined to unfold!
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