The Kingdom of God, a small floating island with beautiful scenery, the breeze blows through the dense woods, and the fish roam happily in the clear water of the lake, and they may never know that this is not the world.

On the grass, Alena and Butterfly gathered, and apart from the occasional relaxation, they once again talked about the days before, when the breath of Cassia had prevented Julianne from becoming a god.

The two of them couldn't figure out why, especially Alena, who had tried to ask the teacher in prayer, but again received no response.

"Isn't there any news from Your Majesty?" Butterfly whirlpooled as she controlled the current.

"Didn't you pray, too, no. Alena sat beside Butterfly, shaking her head as she controlled the small ball of light on the edge of the kingdom of God, simulating the sunset.

"But Julianne is also a candidate for the gods, why did she suddenly stop her from ascending to the throne? Could it be that she did something?"

Listening to Die'er's words, Alena showed a thoughtful expression: "Night ritual? Julianne did rely on the strength of the believers to break the door, but ......"

"But this is a very normal thing, without relying on the faith of believers, no one can take the initiative to ascend to the kingdom of God, Julian only took a bowl of blood from each clergyman, a little bit of strength, it can be recovered in two days, and His Majesty will not be angry about this kind of thing. Die'er answered.

"It's true that the former dean wouldn't be angry about such a thing. ”

A clear but vicissitudes of voice came, and not far away, Wells, the god of death, showed his figure and walked towards this side.

"Hell feels too?" Alena asked, turning her head.

"It's not obvious, but I don't seem to have seen the dean get angry, so come up and take a look, and my temple should be almost dusted. ”

Alena and Butterfly glanced at each other, not thinking Wells's joke was funny, but Butterfly pointed to Wells' feet.

The Grim Reaper was stunned for a moment, and when he looked down, he saw that the grass in a radius of several meters with the circle under his feet as the center began to wither and rot, becoming pitch black and cracked.

He shook and restrained his breath: "I'm sorry, I've been down there for a long time, I forgot." ”

"Where's Lana?"

"Plant tweed. ”

"It's hard to come up, stay for a while. ”

Wells shook his head: "Next time, I'm here to remind Butterfly, you have taken care of some of the natural authority, and now that the elven race is about to be extinct, what should I do about the tree of life?"

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Western Continent, Elven Tribe

Not only the elves who have surrounded the Tree of Life, but also the elves who have settled elsewhere have come in the past few days, gathering around the Tree of Life, praying to the goddess of nature with fear and hope.

At this time, the tree of life withered more and more, and its leaves were almost gone, leaving only its bare branches, and even the vine branches were affected.

The green bark of a baby's skin was a thing of the past, leaving only a brown shell as dry and wrinkled as a stone, and the whole tree of life had shrunk twice.

The yellow branches were bent and hard, and the elven hatchlings that were being conceived or even about to be born fell to the ground, never to open their eyes to see the world once.

In addition to the elves who did not eat, drink, or pray, there were also elves who were surrounding the Tree of Life, drawing green runes at the base of the tree.

The new runes cover up the traces of the old ones, indicating that this is not the first time that a treatment has been attempted.

In the past few days, Elder Anita, the youngest but strongest member of the tribe, had healed the Tree of Life three times.

But the result is obvious, but the elves have not given up, the tree of life is their mother, and it is the embodiment of the goddess of nature on earth.

If something happens to it, with the fertility of the elves, they can only watch the elves slowly decline, or even become extinct.

This is a double collapse of faith and reality, so when the tribal elders scattered throughout the Western Continent arrive, Ainita once again comes up with the idea of gathering the power of all the elves to heal the Tree of Life.

Even in her proposal, the entire elven clan could be put in, and as long as the tree of life was alive, there was hope.

The Council of Elders agreed to the offer, as they had no other choice, and of course they knew that Anita's temperament would not have been so radical, and that it was all the excitement of her best friend, Dinah's death.

While everyone was praying around the Tree of Life or preparing for a healing ritual, Anita, as the presiding officer of the ceremony, left the tribe and came to the shore.

There was a harbor built for them by humans, but now it has been forbidden to be used due to the disaster of the elves.

The sun is about to disappear in the west, and the seaside at sunset always has a special beauty.

But at this time, Anita didn't have the slightest intention to enjoy the scenery, in her eyes, the elves were like this sunset, and they might soon disappear from this world forever.

She knew very well in her heart that the situation of the Tree of Life was worse than she imagined, and that it was only a desperate fight to catch the entire race, seeking a chance of survival in the impossible, but she did not tell the Council of Elders about this.

Survival is so hard that there's no need to say it.

With the sea breeze gusting and a large ship closing its sails on the shore, Ainita took a few steps forward, waiting for the person she wanted to meet.

"You're much calmer than you used to be. ”

Ainita, who looked up at the boat and saw Julianne in a wheelchair, pushed out of the cabin by a priest.

At this time, Julianne's face was abnormally pale, the handkerchief in her hand was shocking blood, and the whole person was weak like a dying fish on the shore.

But this did not affect her beauty, and her face, which was originally a little charming, was even more morbid at this time.

With a frown, Ainita hurriedly stepped forward to take over the Night Sacrifice, pushed Julianne off the deck, and sent her to the carriage, heading towards the tribe.

"How did this happen?" asked Anita, eagerly, having thought Julianne's ritual had failed, but the consequences weren't so severe.

Julianne smiled, with a see-through but puzzled look, her palms rubbing against the blood-stained handkerchief.

"It's nothing, don't worry, it can still be a little useful, cough cough cough ......"

As she spoke, Julianne coughed violently again, and the red on her handkerchief deepened a little.

Ainita closed her eyes, took Julian's palm, and said nothing.

"How did you do this?"

The same words rang out in Anita's office, but it was Julianne who spoke.

She stared at the Tree of Life not far away, and her expression gradually became solemn.

"It's a rock. ”

"Stones?"

"Yes. Anita replaced the sage on the table with a fresh one and made Julianne another cup of tea.

"It's a very special stone, which I have destroyed, and it was buried under the tree along with the bodies of Dinah and Winston, and I blame that I didn't find it in advance, and it was too late to wait until later. Anita sighed and sat down beside Julianne.

Julianne was visibly stunned at the mention of Dinah, and then paid attention to the green runes under the roots of the tree.

"These runes ...... Are you trying to communicate with the goddess?"

"There is no other way, only the goddess can save the mother tree. ”

"Hahaha......"

Julianne burst out laughing, her laughing eyes narrowed into a slit, and then patted Anita on the shoulder and said:

"Then you may be disappointed, you can't save the mother tree like this. ”

Anita, unsure of why, looked at Julian suspiciously, waiting for her explanation.

But Julianne didn't seem to want to say more, just leaned on her ear and whispered: "Tell them to stop painting, the ceremony will be postponed for two days, and I will design." ”

"I don't know what will become of the Tree of Life in two days. ”

"But it's been a long time since I've learned to use natural magic, Anita, I'm the Night Pope, and the two gods have a better chance of saving the Mother Tree. ”

Julianne's words were always half-revealed, and Anita was even more puzzled, but looking at Julianne's eyes, she still nodded in agreement, choosing to believe Julianne and believe in this kindred.

Anita then left the office to instruct the runes and persuade the Presbyterian Church.

Julianne, on the other hand, sat alone in front of the window, looking at the tree of life for a while, looking up at the dark sky, and her time was up.

"The new birth of all that sinks, washes away the darkness ...... darkness"

Invisible runes spread out along the treehouse, beginning to seep into the elven tribe's underground.