The world is shaking.

The roots of the Tree of the New World are expanding above the heavenly dome of Alda, infused by the divine power of the Creator, but also absorbing the rich nutrients of the continent of Arda. Vast expanses of mountains were uplifted from the ground and rolled upside down into the sky. Many of the unfortunate animals, or humans, and other intelligent creatures screaming in vain and despair in the air, are then captured by tiny aerial roots.

Alda World has not yet invented the straw. But the appearance of mosquitoes drinking blood can be seen in the world.

And those wretched lives die in the bud of the seed, and become a small part of the weight to satisfy the ambition of the Creator.

That's not much, because the world of Alda has another important use. Until the two realms collide, the germination of seeds will be directly powered by Iluvita, and the material loss of the world will not be great.

But how big the world is.

There are so few thin layers on the surface.

The aerial root may capture less than one percent of the world's part. But in the eyes of the living creatures on the surface, it is the gluttonous giant that opens its insatiable abyssal jaws and gnaws at this broken land.

The world is about to end.

The wails on the eve of the destruction of the world rang everywhere between heaven and earth.

It calls for all possible help, and it looks forward to the mercy of the Creator or the efforts of the offspring. And without unexpected variables, all its efforts will be in vain.

But the variables ...... In this world, what is not lacking at the moment is variables.

The wail of the world is more than a cry for help. It is also capable of dragging something that has fallen asleep back to the battlefield.

…………………………

A sword lay quietly beneath a fractured valley. Its main body is black and red, like a cursed flame burning.

It has a name, and its name is Levatin. Among the Norse mythological systems, it is undoubtedly the most destructive.

Because it was born to destroy the world.

It is the natural enemy of the World Tree, and it only fights against the World Tree, against the children of the World Tree. to be able to exert its power, which is called the strongest in Norse mythology, and can summon Ragnarok.

It was already asleep—for the sword could not be left unwielded. It is the best of Sirte, who will offer all his loyalty to the Fire Giant King, even if he restrains his desire to destroy the world. However, Sirter is long gone, and only those with a wish to destroy the world can briefly awaken it and let it give it some power.

Such a man existed—he called himself Adam, and his eyes contained a desire to destroy everything in the world. He was the one who was qualified to hold the sword, but he failed it.

He deceived it.

It was just a sneak attack that killed the heir of a World Tree, but left the seed behind. If it had been so, the sword might have been bearable, but after that, the man gave the sword to another fellow who didn't know what to say, and the other man had nothing but a languid and disgusting light.

The sword's vocation is to destroy the world, not to play with boring creatures.

So the sword fell asleep, leaving only a small force of stress to deal with the people of light who had bypassed judgment with external forces—the man really thought that he could deceive the sword's power with a lie, but in fact the sword was willing to deal with it only because of the familiar spear near the sword.

Kungunir, Spear of Odin.

Odin was not a formidable opponent, and his gun was not very strong. Their combination was not enough to confront Soul, who was holding Levatin, but it was precisely because they were familiar weaklings that the sword was willing to deal with it.

Cope, and then fall asleep.

During the change of hands, the sword-wielding Lightman was not without an interesting opponent. Half-asleep and half-awake, the sword also sensed that another powerful dark one had taken over, but unfortunately, the hideous individual did not have the slightest desire to destroy the world in his heart. And this made the sword even more disappointed.

It awoke faintly from its slumber and, taking advantage of the defeat of the Dark One, hid itself somewhere quiet. It didn't expect this to get rid of the liar, but to its surprise, the liar was slow to find it.

Well, let's go back to sleep.

Sleep, sleep, until the world ends.

Sword didn't expect this world to reach its demise so soon.

In its perception, the passage of time was short enough to take a nap. It clearly perceives the wailing on the eve of the end of the world, as well as ...... The heirs of the World Tree, who had been slain by it, expanded when they re-developed.

When a seed is separated from the tree, it is possible to grow into a new tree. And slaying a nascent World Tree is completely in line with the sword's vocation and desire.

Very good.

The sword awoke from its slumber. It desperately needs a pair of sword-wielding hands to drive it. It doesn't matter if you are strong or weak, it's best to have the desire to destroy the world, it's really not good, and it's better to have a weak mind.

It quickly found its target—or rather, it was lying not far from its edge before it even had time to find it.

It was a woman—weak, fragile, similar to the Liar and the Dark, perhaps of the same origin.

Her strength is weak, and her will has even faded. For she was fainting and weak, perhaps she had been lying in that valley for a long time, and in a few days she would die of hunger.

The sword moved.

The flame of the sword wrapped around the woman's hand—the power in the woman's body seemed to be able to activate matter. And that's just right for the sword.

After all, the weak cannot dominate the strong, this is the principle of heaven.

Then, the weak who try to dominate the strong will naturally be counterattacked.

Let's fight back.

The woman entangled in the flames convulsed in a faint, her power forcibly spurred by the sword, and then immediately recoiled on herself. A man with a sword becomes a man with a sword. Her weak self-will was immediately suppressed to the point of extreme insignificance.

The woman's eyes opened, and her shell grew stronger under the infusion of flames.

Her name is Heidrant, and the Reincarnation watch is still in her possession.

The flames of the World Tree ...... Levatin filled Heidrant's eyes, taking over the husk once and for all.

"I'll kill you." It leaves the canyon and heads to the right place.

…………………………

Really.

At the top of the canyon, a young hobbit was watching where Levatin had disappeared.

He has seen through, he has verified. Levatin was lost along with Kungunir, but only Ruri was able to recover the gun. And this is evident in Adam's precautionary move, using the exiled Levatine to deal with Illuvita's unexpected breach of the contract. As long as Iluvita intends to go it alone, as long as the seeds of the World Tree are activated, Levatin's will be awakened, and this may be an opportunity for Adam, who had fallen into the passive at that time, to intervene in the battlefield again.

It's just a piece of chess – Adam doesn't take this level of variables into account when he has a big advantage.

But now, this idle chess may have become the straw that Adam hopes to save his life. He was now under the control of Iluvita, but it would be best to smash the nascent young world tree with a sudden sword-wielder. Then Iluvita will be exposed.

He may drain the power away.

He may consider stopping his losses in time.

He might have enlisted the help of the Great Western Continent team.

Regardless of which direction the situation changes, it only takes a little guidance to point in the direction that represents the interests of the Greater Western Continent.

What a pity.

The hobbit looked away, he didn't need to do anything, because a trash fish who was also idle chess, a reincarnation of the other team who was a waste reuse, but had already done enough to do things well, was enough to get things done.

There is no need for any more attention here, and there are more things for him to pay attention to. The indifference that flashed in his eyes was quietly lost, and in its place was a normal, ordinary gentle and firm gaze.

It's not far from Mordor. But there is still a little distance.

It's a short walk from the White City. It's just off the canyon.

Aragon is assembling an army, an army that may be dying but hopefully touching the heavens.

And Frodo Baggins, the hobbit, is about to join it.

The computer convulsed again...... As a result, I forgot about the upload ...... at half past ten _(:з"∠)_

By the way, the gunship with the armored core is so strong...... I now believe that a hundred Wuzhi can beat the demon team_(:з"∠)_