A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 1596 - : 440 Holy Mark Angel

Chapter 1596: 440 Holy Mark Angel

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After hearing Vampire Moson’s outlandish remarks,

Annie couldn’t help but gaze deeply at Matthew, who had just walked out of the room.

Although he hadn’t spoken a word,

Matthew realized that his reputation might have been damaged again—

Not to mention the bizarre and absurd birth of the “world’s first Necromancer”;

Having a friend like the God of Travelers would inevitably lead people to believe one is influenced by the company one keeps.

Fortunately,

a mechanical snail stepped forward to alleviate the awkward atmosphere:

“I know about the Ancient Wishing Stone.”

“Once, a machinist exploring the Magic Zone discovered an Ancient Wishing Stone that was still usable. Unfortunately, it was later abandoned in the ruins of the Magician Association, if you’re interested in the Prayer Stone, you can explore it on your own.”

“However, I must warn you, the ruins of the Magician Association are constantly swarming with troll Banshees who devour humans without spitting out the bones and are extremely dangerous creatures adept at sucking spirituality.”

The crowd was slightly intrigued.

A few trolls inquired about the precise location of the Magician Association and other information related to the Prayer Stone.

Tongue-Twister informed everyone precisely.

The ruins of the Magician Association are actually not too far from the Tower of Magic, just separated by a park occupied by resentful spirits; it’s about an hour’s detour.

The ruins are located in the northwest of the Magic Zone.

It just happened to be an area Matthew hadn’t explored today.

He secretly noted down the coordinates.

“Can the Ancient Wishing Stone really grant wishes?”

Annie Salvens asked.

Tongue-Twister explained:

“Theoretically, it’s possible.”

“The Wishing Stone, at the inception of the world, spurted from the Cosmic Womb, possessing unimaginable magical power.”

“Similar treasures were prevalent during the Dark Age.”

“It’s said that from the Cosmic Womb originally spurted one thousand nine hundred seventy-four colored lights.

Every light represents a treasure; some were acquired by deities and became the well-known divine artefacts we hear of today;

some were obtained by outstanding mortals, and over time, turned into rare mystical items;

and some lights were devoured by the natives who first inhabited this continent.

Subsequently, they turned into gods.

Back then, becoming a god wasn’t considered too difficult.

The real challenge was that once you became a god, you would often attract many insidious gazes—

It might be from an Evil God from another domain, or a newly arrived creature of dusk, or even a native life form that had achieved divinity before you.

But actually, these gazes were not much different from one another.

In their eyes,

you were just a freshly served delicious meal…”

The mechanical snail described it vividly.

The crowd empathized, and to varying degrees, felt the chill from that age.

It was the real Dark Age, where man ate man, god ate god, order was yet to be established, and all life had to adhere to the most brutal law of the jungle, or else they would turn into mere dust!

“Back to the Wishing Stone, machinists have done a lot of research on it.

Some studies suggest that the Ancient Wishing Stone is a type of living entity, just that its form of existence differs from our understanding of life.

They originate from higher dimensions and accordingly possess incredible power. We just fervently interpret this incredible power as the ability to grant wishes.”

Tongue-Twister spoke eloquently:

“In fact, machinists believe that our entire world, the entire universe, has been secreted from higher dimensions through the Cosmic Womb.”

“The space we currently occupy is not the final destination of Aindor.”

“Where we came from, we must return to.”

“Throughout history, many powerful lives at the pinnacle of the Multiverse have attempted to challenge the universe’s limitations and go to a higher dimensional world, but most have failed.”

“According to the Cyberdragon, those people were born at the wrong time.”

“Returning is a long process, requiring generation after generation of pioneers to kindle the fire of life and stir up the universe’s air, before eventually elevating the entire universe.”

“Thus, the Cyberdragon’s creed is to protect the balance of the world of Aindor as much as possible, live longer, and witness the day the Multiverse returns to a higher dimension.”

“Compared with that, brief skirmishes and competitions seem rather trivial and uninteresting, don’t you think?”

The crowd had mixed reactions.

Taking advantage of the trolls’ lively conversation with the mechanical snail, Matthew gathered with his companions to share the day’s intelligence.

He soon learned

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that apart from Hayek, who had chosen the “hostile” faction in front of the Heavenly God Statue, everyone else had qualified to enter the Safe House.

What’s different,

Sener and Vampire Moson, being part of the Traveler’s faction, could only stay in the Safe House for a limited time;

whereas Jassiliven, Claire, and Matthew, as friends, were not only allowed free entry but also received Return Scrolls from Tongue-Twister.

“It seems that choosing a faction does have some benefits.”

Matthew thought.

It could be seen from this that although the relationship between the Troll Empire and the Cyberdragon was not very pleasant in the later stages, the machinists still naturally favored the trolls, maintaining the same design philosophy in their modifications to plane laws that the Safe House and the Blood-Drinking Mountain shelter belonged to the same faction.

Matthew even guessed,

that the trolls led by Annie might receive more preferential treatment in the Safe House.

It seemed that cooperating with the trolls was not entirely a bad idea.

Afterward, they shared the intelligence of the day.

Vampire Moson led the team along the edge of the Magic Zone, sweeping through the area and gathering geographical and architectural information.

They also discovered numerous traces of Fishman activities in the northern part of the Magic Zone, along with two marks left by Mira.

It was evident that the Drow Warrior had been tracking the Fishmen.

Simultaneously,

in the evening, they observed a terrifying battle erupting from a considerable distance in the northeastern direction of the Magic Zone —

The combatants in the battle displayed brief episodes of flying in the air, which was taboo in the ancient city of Klarafa.

Even more horrific was,

one side demonstrating an extremely terrifying Sword Technique.

Vampire Moson and his companions were far away,

but they felt that apocalyptic force.

They believed the source of the Sword Technique was Tyraste, while the identity of his opponent was ominous.

The fight lasted about five minutes. It was only when a guardian manifested as a towering figure revived and joined the fray that the sides separated, and afterward, the area erupted into further chaos with a considerable number of vengeful spirits of the Trolls and guardians of the Blood-Drinking Mountain joining the battle.

Unfortunately, it was nearly dark by then.

They had to return to the Safe House early and couldn’t gather more information.

This intelligence surprised Matthew.

Not because of the influx of guardians and vengeful spirits but because someone could actually battle Tyraste for five minutes?!

This was indeed a Superior Legend Elven Sword Saint!

Although he was demoted in rank,

experience, skill, and abilities were not something thus neutralized by rank adjustment.

Even if Matthew were to confront the current Tyraste,

he could only think about running away and dared not engage him in a standoff.

“This place really is terrifying,” Matthew acknowledged,

“The one fighting Tyraste might very possibly be one of the four leaders from the Ancient Lands…”

Matthew thought.

Perhaps only they had the strength required.

Then it was Sener’s turn to report.

But in a calm manner, Sener recounted,

“I found little Ingram and Audacia!”

“They are trying to use some holy relics left by their ancestors to revive ancient holy archangels!”

“As is known, angels are Astral Spirits, who wouldn’t last long once the god they served fell.”

“But the ancient holy archangels were an exception.”

“They thrived in the era of the Light and Dark Twin Ancient Gods. The so-called holy marks are a special power from a high-dimensional mirror in the Twin Paradise.”

“Upon death, the spirituality and memory of holy archangels are stored in the holy marks, and with enough high-dimensional substance collected, these angels have the ability to come back to life after death.”

“Ingram’s plan is very clear. They intend to use the natural sensing abilities of holy archangels towards Twin Paradise to locate the Lost Paradise.”

“The actions of the Elemental Life are merely a diversion.”

“Their real mission begins after the resurrection of the holy archangels!”

As he explained this,

Sener suddenly lowered his voice,

“Matthew, come over here. I have something very important to discuss with you privately.”

With that,

he moved towards the detection area near the entrance of the Safe House and tore open two magic scrolls, setting up two Hidden Barriers on the spot.

Matthew followed him there.

However, just as he was about to step into Sener’s Hidden Barrier,

his back suddenly became excessively hot!

Matthew felt around and touched the Scythe of the God of Agriculture!

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「Warning: The Scythe of the God of Agriculture (Silver Dragon Secret Treasure) has issued a dangerous premonition! (Dragon Race Warning)」

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Matthew’s face darkened, freezing him in place.

The next second,

a sigh from Sener was heard by his ear,

“Why are you always so uncooperative…”

Whoosh!

Almost as soon as Matthew’s figure disappeared on the spot,

a sharp dagger silently fell, embedding itself into the floor of the Safe House.

“Hey! This is the detection zone, go vent next door…”

A creature with a large tongue crawled over unsatisfied.

“Boom!”

An air blast flung open the Safe House door.

Following that,

a multitude of Elemental Lives streamed in!

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