Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 487 - 288: It, the New God of Life_1

Chapter 488: Chapter 288: It, the New God of Life_1

“It… really burns?” Mattis murmurred, in utter disbelief.

He’d calculated that elves could not possibly destroy a tree. But he hadn’t anticipated the sudden arrival of an unknown entity, burning the very tree they had initially intended to chop down. The flurry of exploding fireballs had set the tree alight.

Could the Tree of Life burn that easily? If it were that simple, then over the course of ninety thousand years, it would have been burnt countless times.

But instead of stopping the fire, the Tree of Life seemed to accelerate it. The trunk, with a diameter of thousands of kilometers, was now ablaze. It would take at least a couple of weeks to reach the core of the tree.

But now, in less than half a day, the Tree of Life burnt like a massive fire torch.

The elves didn’t prevent this from happening. Their queen even sided with the unknown entity, thwarting Mattis’s attacks. Not only could the vines not touch anyone, but the mantis bugs he had deployed were also being slaughtered on the frontline.

Even his powerful insect swarm, his biggest advantage, couldn’t come close to the enemy. They dropped dead around him, for no apparent reason. The few that managed to break through exploded into dust under the enemy’s Soul Impact.

What in the World? Weren’t the elves aware of the destruction of their god?

Mattis wailed. He felt the panic rise. The Tree of Life was ablaze. The flames enveloped him, and the parasitic vines attached to his surface had been thoroughly burnt. He was compelled to retract into the inner sections of the Tree of Life and its root system.

Upon hearing his cries, elves gathered round, shouting to extinguish the fire and even demanded Ange to stop.

Ange indeed halted. Then quickly, he summoned numerous Titan Giants, numerous Undead Magicians, and a plethora of Sword Saint Angels. His intentions were clear – he was ready for battle.

Then he stomped his foot – the King’s Arrival. The previously gnaw-nearly-bare skeletons around him, all rose.

No one knew the number of animals in the forest. However, they were, past doubt, numerically superior to the elves. Having failed their escape attempts, they mostly ended up as food for the bugs, leaving behind only their skeletons.

These skeletons were more in number than the current elven forces present. Thus, ironically, the elves now found themselves surrounded.

Still, the elves stood indomitable, organizing themselves for a counter-attack. They were not ready to accept their deity’s burning.

Suddenly, the voice of the God of Life resonated, “Ange, bring forth the Little Sapling.”

Ange blinked, and held up the Little Sapling atop his head. He initially hadn’t intended to bring out the little sapling, deeming it too perilous. But this was a request from the God of Life, so he had to comply.

As soon as the Little Sapling arrived, it saw the blazing torch and was scared out of its wit. It began to wave its leaves and transmit intense signals: grow——stronger——grow——stronger——

“Thank you, little one. I can feel your life force.” The Tree of Life slowly spoke. Its humorous tone was palpable.

The Little Sapling, holding up its leaf, was stunned. The huge flaming torch, ‘spoke’.

Then, the voice of the Tree of Life echoed in the hearts of all elves, “Henceforth, it shall be the new God of Life.”

Most of the elves were hearing the voice of God of Life for the first time. Yet, none questioned its authenticity. The voice gave them a feeling of familiarity, akin to a gentle breeze while they frolicked on treetops during their childhood.

The elves looked at each other, struggling to keep a control over their emotions. They couldn’t dare to hold their weapons against their own god.

With Ange holding up the Little Sapling, the elves didn’t dare lay a hand on him. How could they possibly fight now? Mattis’s last sliver of hope was extinguished.

“Madmen, madmen! I’m withdrawing. Let it burn, burn this idiot tree to ashes; I’ll find something else to inhabit.” Mattis’s frustrated voice echoed.

A deity who had existed for ninety thousand years was ready to self-immolate, only to destroy him entirely?

Faced with this insane turn of events, Mattis had no alternative but to flee.

As the roots of the parasitic vines detached from the Tree of Life and burrowed deep underground, Ange suddenly drew out Hemel.

Hemel blinked, looking dazed and confused. It couldn’t decipher Ange’s sudden intentions of summoning it into action.

“Eliminate the bugs,” said Ange.

“Oh,” Hemel blinked. He bent over, swelling up his scales to reveal his wings. As his wings started oscillating at a high frequency, they produced an intense hissing sound.

A dozen breaths later, the earth stirred, and innumerable bugs started crawling out of the soil. Some crawled, others flew, all converged towards Hemel.

“Sisi, so many bugs? Kvada, even if we burnt every inch of this place, we couldn’t ensure that every single bug was eliminated. A mere few left behind could multiply into a massive swarm in no time. It’s bothersome,” Negris cried out in horror.

Seeing the dense swarm of bugs crawling out, the elves felt their hairs stand. Was the forest beyond salvation? Would they be devoured by these bugs if even a few were left alive?

Nonetheless, Hemel continued to send out his summons, attracting all the bugs to itself. Opening its Big Mouth, it chewed and devoured every bug that crawled up to it.

As a fellow Insect God, Hemel naturally had an inherent advantage over the bugs. Had Mattis been present, he could have disrupted Hemel. However, with Mattis now on the run, all bugs nearby complied with its commands.