Protecting microorganisms...

Hans, the fairy of the forest, stood in place, speechless for a moment, at a loss.

He can advocate for the protection of animals, not only by not eating meat himself, but also by asking others not to eat meat – any vehicle transporting livestock will be blocked and smashed, and any shop selling meat will be burned.

He can also promote the protection of plants, so that everyone does not eat vegetables grown in the fields (cultivation is a kind of oppression of plants) and only eats the fruits of trees in the forest that can regenerate and do not destroy the seeds.

But microbes... How can this be protected? Every minute, hundreds of millions of bacteria are born and die invisible to the naked eye, and there are microorganisms in the sand of the Ganges River that die and die in the light of their hands and feet.

There's no way to protect it!

Unless they die on the spot and become a petri dish for microorganisms. Only in this way can we not only not cause harm to microorganisms, but also allow microorganisms to return to the primitive natural life.

It is impossible to die.

When ordinary people awaken to become natural spellcasters, not only the essence of life will change, but also their personality and mentality will sometimes change greatly.

Hans realized the joy of having extraordinary power, how could he willingly commit suicide on the spot,

He's not stupid.

"Well, I think in the current environment, we should set some goals that are more realistic..."

Hans stammered a few words, then inexplicably raised his momentum and said to Leon, "Wait, why are you an oriental monk standing with these forest butchers pointing fingers at me?

Do you think your nonsense can disturb my thoughts and affect my plans?

No way!

My will is as strong as steel, my fighting spirit is surging, and my life is only firewood in front of the great mission.

Since you dare to propose so, then I'll let you try it for yourself, as a microbial petri dish...."

His threat is not finished,

Leon had stomped on the ground, the leaves flying from his feet, and his figure shrouded in a red sweater burst out like lightning.

In the flash of light, Hans's heart pounded like a drum, the alarm clock sounded, and everything in front of him was slowed down.

He moved his arms slowly, and the tall tree man behind him, who had established a connection with him, made the same gesture of crossing his arms in front of him.

The wind howls,

The treeman's arm was blocked in front of Hans and Gretel, and the light dimmed instantly.

In the confined space, only the rapid and frightened breathing of the two children could be heard.

"Boom!"

There was a popping sound outside, and Hans, who was still holding his arms crossed over his chest, subconsciously screamed in pain—a deep red scar inexplicably appeared on his arm.

"Click-"

The sound of trees snapping resounded, and the treeman's arm, which was as strong and thick as a city wall, was cut off alive by a giant scythe!

The blade of the long sickle that drew a crescent trajectory in the air continued unabated, slashing across the ground, silently cutting off the dead leaves scattered on the ground.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the blade, staining it a blood-red color,

In the next second, Hans's retina reflected the figure of Leon,

And the meniscus scythe rested on his and Gretel's necks.

"Gollum."

Subconsciously, Hans swallowed his saliva, and his slightly moving Adam's apple touched the sharp blade of the sickle, and an invisible cut was cut in an instant.

Blood gushed out and slid down his neck, and his throat seemed to taste the cold wind through the wound

At this moment, Hans once again experienced the horror that froze through his soul - just like the day before, when he was disemboweled by the forest monster and saw his organs pulled out.

"You say, what?"

Leon put a scythe on the necks of Hans and Gretel, and looked at the two bear children with a smile, "You want me to be a petri dish for microorganisms?" ”

He leaned down and placed his hand lightly on Hans's shoulder.

Click, click, click-

The sound of dense fractures continued, and Hans screamed miserably, and fell to his knees with a pale face.

Gretel, who was beside him, looked anxious, and his palms clenched violently.

The originally stagnant arms were broken, and the tree man roared, waving two branch arms, and smashed them into the middle with a force of ten million.

In the pile of yellow fallen leaves under Gretel's feet, several tree roots suddenly rose, rushing towards Leang's head and limbs like poisonous snakes.

In the dense canopy of trees overhead, thousands of leaves turned into torrential rain, tearing through the air and falling straight down.

Li Ang's face did not change color, and activated the virtual effect of the phase boots, and his body turned into a phantom, allowing the treeman's arms, roots, and fallen leaves to penetrate his transparent body.

At the same time, on the back of the gloved hand, the imprint of the gods flashed away, and the formless and substantial divine power spread out.

Gretel instantly found that he had lost control of the surrounding forest, unable to control even a single fallen leaf, let alone the giant tree man who fell to his knees.

"What, what's going on?"

This thought flashed through Gretel's mind, and she didn't even have time to feel fear and despair when she saw several branches of the tree turn in reverse direction and pierce straight ahead.

He tied her and her brother's limbs and limbs, and hung them in the air, with their hands and feet behind them, and an apple in their mouths.

It's all happening in the electric fire,

When Leon unleashed the swamp divine power and drove the surrounding forest trees to completely trap Hansgret,

Before, because of his stepping, he raised the withered yellow leaves, and he could fall to the ground.

Carpenter Hornburg was perhaps the first to react, and seeing his two children trapped in the air, he hurriedly said to Leon, "Your Excellency, monk, please don't hurt my children. ”

"Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and the monks are compassionate, but I am so kind to the poor monk, how can I hurt the life of a child?"

Leon nodded and said to Hansgret: "In this way, the poor monk will punish him slightly,

You cut off your hands and feet and your head, and I will let you go back to your home and reflect on your mistakes. ”

？？？

It's just a broken hand and a broken foot, what is the operation of a broken head? If you don't have a head, what mistakes can you reflect on?

Carpenter Hornburg was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his eyes for help to the forest witch.

The witch only felt a parchy of her mouth, and lowered her head and did not dare to speak at all—Hans and Gretel may not be able to catch up with her in terms of overall strength, but seeing the way the oriental monk easily killed them in seconds, it was probably a matter of minutes to clean her up.

All that was left on the witch's mind at the moment was how she could find a chance to slip away...

"What's the solution?"

Leon turned his head, his cold gaze swept to the forest witch who hoped to have invisible abilities or burrow into the ground, and asked indifferently, "Can you make a natural spellcaster incapacitated?" ”