Chapter 1358: Chapter 1213: Grave Soil, Boundless Wilderness, Sublimation Apex

Seemingly moved by Leon’s gentle attitude, the Pure White Holy Mother, eyes brimming with tears, finally cast aside all her prejudice in the face of the alliance invitation once again held out before her, and her fair neck started bobbing up and down in a fierce, repeated motion.

"Very good."

Glancing at the Pure White Holy Mother, who was nodding like a pecking chicken, Leon couldn’t help nodding in satisfaction himself, and gave her a kindly smile.

Even though the Pure White Holy Mother’s "goodness" was just hypocrisy, the Root of [Good] she held was still the genuine article, and her position as Master of the Pure Land was, for now, irreplaceable.

There’s only the Dream Resting Master alone in the Dream Resting Abyss, and the Hundred-Thousand Abyss of Evil has already been completely shattered by No. 1, so eating No. 6 and No. 7 was no big deal and wouldn’t cause much impact, but the Pure White Pure Land is still intact at the moment, and still needs her, its Master, to sit in town.

If he had swallowed her as well just now, the Pure White Pure Land might not have been destroyed on the spot, but it would definitely have fallen into huge chaos, maybe even suffered rule-level damage like Evangelin’s Sea Abyss World, dropping from a complete material plane to a relatively broken world.

Besides, a living enemy is, in many situations, far more useful than a dead one.

If he directly killed the Pure White Holy Mother, then even if the evidence in the Oath-weaving Office was ironclad, given how much the Angels trusted her, plenty of them would definitely feel there was more to it, and would mostly think that he, this "demon," had framed her, maybe even start nostalgically missing the Pure White Holy Mother who’d been tragically eaten.

Only by keeping the Pure White Holy Mother, this true culprit, alive so she can personally annotate her vile deeds, can he really shatter the Angels’ blind obedience and blind faith, making it easier to move the Pure White Pure Land and the Angels back in one go.

As for why he wants to do that... naturally it’s for the Essence of Root in the Pure White Holy Mother’s hand!

Thinking back on the present world, smashed to little pieces by No. 3’s Root clash and still a "modular" plane even now, a thick look of expectation couldn’t help surfacing in Leon’s eyes.

According to Evangelin’s intel, if he wants to fuse the shattered present world back together, he needs a huge amount of Essence of Root, and the Pure White Holy Mother happens to be "professionally aligned," having already, through the Oath-weaving Office, mastered the ability to temporarily create Essence of Root.

As long as he brings her and the Angels of the Pure White Pure Land back, it’s equivalent to bringing back a huge pile of Essence of Root—the "glue" to stick the entire present world back into one piece.

And once the shattered present world is reunited and once again becomes a complete No. 3 plane, the strength of the Root should also greatly increase. By then, even if he’s not actually a Root Descendant, the Root he can mobilize will definitely rise with the tide... at least better than this donkey, right?

"Ugh-aa—ugh-aa— (Why do you keep staring at me? Do I look that weird to you?)"

"Uh..."

Faced with the donkey-headed Master’s rather self-aware question, Leon paused for a brief moment, then turned his eyes away and shook his head:

"Not that weird, really. In fact, the longer I look, the more... the more you kind of have... presence?"

"Ugh-aa—ugh-aa— (Exactly, my presence really is one of a kind.)"

At Leon’s fairly high-EQ reply, the Constellation Master nodded his donkey head in satisfaction, bared two rows of pristine donkey teeth at him in a friendly yet wild grin, then very sincerely switched from donkey-speak to human speech and took the initiative to invite:

"You’ve got good eyes. No wonder I think highly of you... So, how about it? Want to join my alliance and resist No. 1’s attacks together?"

Huh?

Leon was slightly stunned.

"Your alliance?"

"To put it simply, No. 4, who governs Grave Soil, and No. 10, who governs the Boundless Wilds, are both pretty close to me. The three of us are worried that someday No. 1 will grab us and kill us, so we made an alliance to watch each other’s backs."

After curling his dark purple tongue and deftly picking a melon seed out from between his teeth, the Constellation Master glanced at the Deer Horn Girl beside him, then added:

"And you, No. 11? If you want to join, we’ll count you in too."

Count me in too?

Not expecting an invitation like that from the Constellation Master, the Deer Horn Girl hesitated a little at his words, then asked suspiciously, eyes full of doubt:

"Your anti–No. 1 alliance..."

"Don’t just call it the anti–No. 1 alliance, that name sounds awful!"

Cutting off the Deer Horn Girl, the Constellation Master snorted in clear displeasure:

"Our alliance has an official name. Since it was founded by me, the one who governs the stars, and No. 4, who governs death, we each took a character to use as the alliance’s name."

No. 2 and No. 4 each taking a character for the name?

Leon’s brow rose slightly at that.

An alliance founded by the Star Realm and Death, so it’s called the Dead Star Alliance? That’s actually not bad. Those planes that got targeted and destroyed by No. 1 really are like one star after another, stripped of all life and helplessly drifting toward death.

And these Root Descendants, in order to resist ending up as "dead stars," took the initiative to band together in alliance. Just from that angle, Dead Star Alliance is quite fitting.

"Our alliance is called the Dead Donkey Alliance."

(O_O)??(O_O)??

Staring at Leon and the Deer Horn Girl, whose eyes had both gone wide, the Constellation Master couldn’t help lifting his donkey head proudly as he asked with a faintly smug expression:

"Well? Isn’t it way better than ’anti–No. 1 alliance’?"

"..." x2

"What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?"

We... are lost for words.

Utterly stunned by the donkey-headed Master’s extremely on-brand... but really unnecessary naming sense, Leon fell silent for a moment, then, with his cheek twitching slightly, gave a small nod:

"I agree to join your anti–No. 1 alliance—or rather, that’s actually what I came here for."

"It’s not the anti–No. 1 alliance, it’s the Dead Donkey Alliance."

"I’ll... join too, I guess?"

Pressing her lips together, the Deer Horn Girl glanced at Leon, then said hesitantly:

"If I join the anti–No. 1 alliance, does that mean the allies in the alliance aren’t allowed to eat me?"

"It’s not the anti–No. 1 alliance, it’s the Dead Donkey Alliance!"

"You’re misunderstanding..."

Seeing the Deer Horn Girl looking like she’d bolt the moment he shook his head, Leon couldn’t help saying helplessly:

"I’m really not some crazy pervert. No. 6 and No. 7 totally brought it on themselves. You’re not like them. Even if you don’t join the anti–No. 1 alliance, I still won’t eat you."

"Don’t call it the anti–No. 1 alliance, it’s the Dead Donkey Alliance!"

"Th-then... okay..."

Under the influence of Leon’s "Human Affinity" ability, the Deer Horn Girl, whose traits are about eighty percent human, hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"As long as you promise not to go after allies, then I can join the anti–No. 1 alliance too... Oh, right, No. 12, who governs the Sublimation Extreme, and I both belong to the Spirit domain, so we’re fairly familiar with each other. If I vouch for it, can it join the anti–No. 1 alliance as well?"

"Dead Donkey Alliance! It’s the Dead Donkey Alliance, okay! Are you two even listening to me?"