The scenery around Omia has changed again, and this time it looks much heavier than the previous one.

The village of treehouses has become dilapidated, and the once thriving vegetation is looking sluggish.

As far as Amia could see, there was not a single figure at all, let alone Belia's figure.

After waiting in place for a while, seeing that the scenery around her had not changed in the slightest, Emia raised her feet and walked forward.

"Who's going to save me!"

A miserable cry for help came from a small alley not far away, and Omia hurried over.

A young man was lying on the ground covered in blood, his face distorted by fear, as he desperately tried to get up.

Behind him, there stood a familiar figure of Amiya, who was none other than a snow-white snow monster.

Looking at the man's miserable condition, the snow monster smiled slightly on his face and reached out to grab him.

The bow and arrow instantly appeared in Amiya's hand, and he had just pulled it away, but he slowly put it down.

In this fantasy world, Emia is just a bystander.

The snow monster lifted the man up without much effort and brought it to the front with a cruel smile on his face, "Even your king has been killed by us, and now who can save you." ”

"Impossible, the king is guarded by the Guardian Regiment, how can he be killed by you. ”

The man retorted loudly, but his eyes were full of confidence.

"Oh~ Are you talking about those guys with golden armor on their bodies? The armor on their bodies is good, but it's a pity that their strength is too poor. ”

As if suddenly remembered, the snow monster took out a golden helmet from his body, such a big thing, and he didn't know where he had hidden it before.

"But it's too small to be used as an ornament. ”

The snow monster picked up his helmet and placed it on his head to compare it. The things that humans wear are indeed too small for the huge size of the body.

The man's eyes were blank as he looked at the golden helmet on the snow monster's hand, his face full of despair, and his hands and feet no longer struggled.

"It's broken? ”

The snow monster looked at the man in his hand with an unhappy face, stretched out his index finger and thumb to pinch his head, and with a slight force, the red and white liquid instantly splashed all over his hand.

Throwing the headless corpse in his hand on the ground casually, shaking off the stains on his hands, the snow monster turned and walked to the alley next to it, ready to go elsewhere to see if it could find other prey.

After the snow monster left, Omia did not follow, but stayed where she was, guarding the headless corpse on the ground.

A gray dust mist drifting from nowhere, enveloping the entire village, the dust mist was so thin that if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice it at all.

A green speck of light suddenly burst out of the headless corpse, and the gray dust mist quickly approached as if it had found a target, wrapping the point of light.

Then, several more spots of light emerged from the corpse, also wrapped in gray.

At this point, Amia finally knew where the points of light that attacked him in the first place came from.

At this moment, everything around Omia suddenly stopped, and the falling leaves also stopped in mid-air, and did not fall for a long time.

The surrounding light quickly dimmed, and the colorful world gradually turned black and white.

'Click. ’

The space around him suddenly shattered, and the sound of shattering echoed in Amiya's head.

After a brief blank in her mind, Omia came back to her senses and looked in front of her. He was standing at the foot of the giant tree known as the 'Sacred Tree', the palm of his right hand still covering the trunk.

A few green dots of light floated beside him, joking. If Amia was right, he was back in the real world.

Retracting his right hand, Amiya took two steps back, looked intently at the sacred tree in front of him, and said softly, "Come out!"

The entire sacred tree emitted a faint green light, which gradually converged to a point, turning into a cherry long-haired girl and floating in front of Himia.

The girl knelt on the ground, bowed her head to Emia, and moved respectfully, "I was offended just now, Lord God." ”

"You're Belea!"

This sentence of Emia is not so much a question sentence as an affirmative sentence.

"Yes, Lord God. ”

The girl raised her head, revealing a mesmerizing countenance. This look is exactly what Amia saw in the illusion, and it has not changed at all.

"The title of Lord of the Divine Envoy is weird, you should call me Umia, and stand up, I don't like to talk to people with my head down. ”

"Yes, Mistress Amia. ”

The girl stood up and floated into the air, maintaining the same height as Emia.

The corners of Emiya's mouth twitched, looking at the smaller girl floating in front of her. Originally, it was just a sentence that made her stop kneeling, but I didn't expect her to really float up and look at herself.

No longer bothering with these trivial matters, Amia looked at Belia seriously, "You pulled me into the illusion, it shouldn't be as simple as just wanting me to see your memories!"

"Yes, Lord Amia, I want you to save my people. ”

Belia looked at Omia expectantly, hoping that he would give the answer she wanted.

"Your people?" said Amiya, frowning slightly, looking at the expectant girl, and stopped talking, "Aren't they already ......"

Yes, from a human point of view, yes, but from the point of view of our elves, they are not dead. ”

For Belia's identity, Emia was not surprised, he had already guessed that Belia was not a human, but he didn't expect her to be an elf. However, this did not make a difference.

"In the eyes of us elves, death is nothing but another rebirth. When an elf dies, his soul returns to the sacred tree, where it is reborn into a new elf. ”

Looking at the dots of light fluttering in front of her, Belea's face showed a kind that did not match her appearance.

"Rebirth! This is really a terrifying racial talent, so according to you, the elves should be very powerful, how did they get to the way they are. ”

Even if ** can't be retained, as long as the knowledge and experience in the brain remains, no matter how stupid a person is, he can use time to pile up a strong person.

"There are drawbacks to being reborn, every time you are reborn, you will return to your original state, and your memories cannot be retained. ”

As if remembering something, Belia's face was filled with a hint of sadness.

Isn't this still the same? Memories and ** can't be kept, and even if they are resurrected, they just grieve the people they originally knew.

It's not a talent at all, it's a curse.

"These points of light must be the spirits of the elves, so why don't you bring them back to life?"

Combining what Belia said and what she saw in the illusion, it wasn't hard to guess. It's just that Amia doesn't understand why she doesn't let these points of light enter the sacred tree and re-breed.

"Because they're not quite. ”

Belea's gaze was on the green spots of light outside the barrier.