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The plague that flowed on most of the trees suddenly boiled.

Not only that, but there seemed to be something in the palm of the wanted man's hand, known as the Long Night on the Edge where it met with the trees, absorbing all the black in his palm.

Gradually, the suction force created a whirlpool in the plague, which was so powerful that it seemed to swallow the entire sacred tree.

Rinslet didn't dare to speak, nor did he dare to interrupt the long night on the edge.

At this time, in his eyes, the young man who was like an old monk was becoming one with the plague, and trying to dissolve, assimilate, and tame them as they were originally unruly.

The process of corruption of all the plagues stopped, and they walked towards their end like passengers queuing up to get on the bus, in a circular and orderly manner.

The plague that covered the surface of the sacred trees receded like a tidal wave, revealing the mottled bodies of the trees under their corrupting erosion.

With tears in her eyes, Rin Slater knelt down towards the edge of the night.

This kneeling was not the product of his own intense and impulsive emotions.

Rather, it is his heartfelt gratitude as the king of a nation, representing his people, his land, and his heart for finally being redeemed.

From now on, his name for the young man will change.

Protector of the Kingdom.

……

The job was a lot easier than I thought.

Feeling the streams of plague entities flowing from the palm of my hand to the source, I even felt full of power.

In fact, my experience is really increasing.

Through the connection made by the Origin, I could feel the plague that covered the entire tree shrinking and converging on me.

I have to say that the amount of plague that has eaten away at this tree is indeed quite large, and if you compare it to the volume of the black mist that fought with me in the air that day, it probably accounts for half of its total volume. It's no wonder it lost to me, after all, it wasn't in its heyday at all.

In order to destroy this tree, the Weaving Star Country has also put a lot of effort into it.

And I heard Rin Slater say that the people of the Weaver Star Country also sent a priest of light to treat this tree?

It seems that the leadership of the Weaving Star Country is also a bunch of idiots, and they don't understand what kind of power they are using. It's just blindly importing to Gear City, regardless of the original harm of those weapons.

Speaking of which, there is still a box of black mist stored in Moon Song City.

Sure enough, stupidity is stupidity.

I looked up and saw that the plague was almost exhausted, leaving only the traces of their former corrosion. These are all marks that indicate that they have survived in this world.

The last wisp!

I lifted my palm, and let the suction pull the rest of the plague into my palm like a maltose.

A grand black vortex bloomed in the chaotic air, and then returned to nothingness again in the chaotic air.

Because the ripples that spread out in the enchantment by the air shock were like a full stop, drawing a break for this calamity.

"Hu ......" felt the powerful energy suddenly poured into my body, and I breathed a long sigh of relief.

Lowering my arm, I shook my hand.

[Your level has been increased to level 32.] 】

Is it because it absorbed this large plague entity?

You really don't have to be troublesome and tired to upgrade.

If only there were more opportunities like this.

I know it's unrealistic, that is, YY is a little bit, and YY is not illegal.

Looking at the birch in front of me, which was completely different from Fang Cai, I smiled contentedly.

This is probably the so-called, there is no evil power, only evil thoughts.

It's obviously such a world-destroying level of power, but it can also be used for good deeds.

However, although it is completely different from the previous plague cover, it is not much better.

After all, you all remember what it was like in the Wastelands, and so did the place where the Sacred Tree was corrupted.

So I still haven't been able to completely heal the tree.

I turned, ready to plead guilty to Rinslet.

But I was so surprised by the scene in front of me that I couldn't say a word for a while.

The high monarch, the protector mage, one of the four great magisters of the world, was kneeling in front of me at this time, tears welling up in his eyes.

No, I probably didn't understand what I was doing.

I just saved a country.

That's right...... That's exactly what I did. I looked at my hands, which were covered in filth until a minute ago.

Seriously, I don't really have a real feeling.

Whether it's defeating the Black Mist or saving the country.

But.

These are indeed the hands of me, the hands of an AI that doesn't even exist physically.

Probably because I care about the world, I can do these things.

After all, I have nothing but this world.

I stepped forward and picked up Rinslet.

"Protector of the country." He called me that, his face full of gratitude and respect.

This title is really a bit unacceptable.

……

"A novice who is only level 15 actually lives in Holy Lotus City?"

Detecting the player walking alone in front of him, the Misty Believer who returned to stealth couldn't help but think to himself.

Blade of Time. The penultimate target on his list.

As long as he guarded the corpse of this man a few more times, his revenge was complete.

All that remains is his personal goals.

Long night on the edge.

For some reason, since the Black Mist incident that day, he has become more and more intolerant of this player's existence.

First the world achievement at the beginning, then the double class acquisition later, and now there are a lot of unclear things.

But what he couldn't accept the most was Qiu Shuangyue's sudden identification with that long night on the edge.

At the beginning of the autumn frost month, no matter what I did, I wanted to get rid of the edge of the long night.

Including constant leveling, treasure hunting, and strategies for various monsters.

But after this battle, Qiu Shuangyue not only no longer competed excessively with the marginal Long Night, but also accepted him, and even added friends.

This person who has impressed Qiu Shuangyue, I must defeat him.

The Misty Believer didn't know if there was something wrong with his psyche, and he knew that what he was doing now was definitely not a righteous thing.

Not only is it unjust, it's even a sinister thing.

After all, the Misty Believer's killing method is always a sneak attack, and he will never attack head-on.

Be that as it may, be it all about.

He still wanted to kill this man, even once.

Maybe his heart is already a little twisted, but I have to say, he likes this twisted feeling.

He locked onto the blade of time in front of him, and with a faint smile that even he didn't notice—lurking, backstabbing both shots.