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"Stop...... Stop, he'll die!"

The elven druid screamed, interrupting the conversation between the two, and she hurriedly chanted a incantation, casting a large green glow on the old man's body. However, the positive energy that can almost make the bones grow again does not seem to have any effect here.

The old man's body was still shrinking, almost just between breaths, he was already more than half shriveled, and the old skin cracked and fell, revealing the pink flesh under it, and then continued to shrink and close.

Edward sighed.

This sixth-level spiritual energy cost Edward a piece of exquisite spiritual energy stone, which is also the most vicious method among spiritual energy, and those atrophied wounds have been 'repaired' to their original state by excessive healing, but they are still intact...... It is impossible to use conventional means to repair the damage in an emergency, and only by finding a way to remove the power of psionic energy, and then using advanced magic techniques such as complete restoration and even prayer, can this damage be repaired. Otherwise, it won't stagnate until the power of the psionic energy wears off......

However, in order to produce an effect that can be effective against a single dragon, Edward almost tried his best, and if the power of the super-limited energy guidance was used for energy, it might be possible to incinerate the entire dragon...... And the druid's wild transformation is not a real dragon after all.

Of course, Edward can't do it if he dissolves the psionic energy, but he wants to let that enemy be saved?

Naturally, Edward would not give the other party this opportunity.

This druid power that can transform into a dragon is too terrifying, but it is not like an empire thousands of miles away like Tesla, but a close relationship, if the other party heals his injuries and then comes to his territory to make trouble, don't think about it, and know that it will only give him a headache.

As for the words he is saying now, for unknown reasons...... Edward didn't think so. That has an extremely important relationship with oneself, and even if there is, it should be considered after the enemy. At least, there is a chance that half of it is nothing more than the gibberish of the old guy's brain after his brain has been squeezed. Or maybe it's just a way to lure yourself into taking the bait.

But. After all, it's still a bit of a concern.

"What do I mean by giving up, giving up, king?" he asked softly.

The old man shook his head, his expression twitching, as if in pain. But it's like a smile...... Then, as if he had finally given up his resistance, his body contracting, suddenly intensified! And his body, suspended in the air by the druid's magic, eventually turned into a dark red, convulsive piece of flesh.

"No, don't ......," the elf whispered. The body involuntarily knelt down, and one of the palms of the psychic warlock was reflected in the godless pupils...... The pale joints of the palm closed slightly, so that the small piece of the last evidence that represented the old man's existence exploded into a fine bead of blood for the day!

"What do you know? What did he say about the king?" and then. The bright silver eyes turned to her, and the peaceful words seemed to pierce the depths of her heart.

"No...... I don't know, I haven't heard of it. You...... You ......"

The elf let out a low scream, and she shook her head, desperately trying to banish the demonic voice from her head...... But the power of psionic energy. But he mercilessly bound her soul and forced her to obey orders. The power bound her soul, searching every inch of memory: "That's about elves...... The Seventh Son,...... Legend has it that he ...... No, I don't know...... I, I only remember one of them, he was, according to legend, disobedient to the existence of God, he was a demon, he was a monster, his endless greed, and he even brought destruction to the world......"

"What does the record say?" asked the Psior, frowning.

“...... I turned around to see who spoke to me...... And when he had turned around, he saw ...... And he saw seven golden candlesticks. Under every lampstand, there is a Son of God, and they are the only ones, and they are the thousands...... They were dressed in black, hanging down to their feet, with dragon skins tied around their chests...... And the seventh Son, named Shiloh...... His hair and pupils were silver, like snow, like metal. Burning with the sheen of flames. The brilliance is like the brass of the light in the furnace. The sound is like the sound of water. And the flame cannot come near him, but only for his servants, and his words, that is, for illustrations, do not obey, he holds the book. Holding a three-edged sword...... His face shines like the sun. ”

She chanted, in a voice as clear as an ice cube...... Even though he was nervous and his breath was short, the voice was still elegant and clear, and it was heartwarming.

The Psychic Warlock has no time to admire.

He knew that it was Elvish, and that it was obviously not an ordinary Elvish—even though he had blessed himself with a fluent language, Edward still had some incomprehensibility for the parts of her words, so he slowly adjusted his memory so that he could remember the structure of each sound.

Through guò self-hypnosis, the extreme control of nerve signals, derives a memory that is never forgotten, and even never forgotten...... I'm afraid this is something that only a psychic can do.

Thankfully, this isn't a very long paragraph.

"When I saw it, I fell at his feet as if I were dead. He put the book in his right hand on top of my head and said to me, 'Do not be afraid. I am the first, I am the last, and I am the one who lives. I am your king, the only king that belongs to you, I have died, I will die again, but I am also destined to be alive again...... Live forever and ever. Therefore write down what you have seen, and what is now and that is to come...... So you are destined to be gathered around me again when I come......"

The voice of the female elf finally stopped, and after the order was completed, the pressure on her heart was also lightened, so her heart was once again filled with the anger that evolved from despair, staring at the ordinary and indifferent face in front of her, she gritted her teeth, and her green eyes were already covered with a layer of blood.

"Hmm. So, about ......" Edward hung his head, lost in thought, but when he spoke again, his face changed suddenly.

The space around you. Shake violently!

"Damn. He cursed in a low voice. In his eyes, countless twisted filaments of light appeared out of thin air, and they were surrounded. Weaving, wrapping the limp body of the female elf, and then making the space boil like water!

......

The female elf looked up.

The silver filaments of the astral plane, fading in front of her, revealed the space behind it illuminated by dim light.

The light comes from the huge, curled, glowing leaves that hang down. The light illuminates the hall of dark brown wood, and the shadows of the light slowly stretch over the walls that are like tangled branches, little by little, the silhouettes of figures and objects are revealed from the darkness.

The texture of the wood fills every corner of the light, making the surroundings look like a spacious hall made entirely of logs. It's just that the trees are so huge that they almost rival any magnificent structure that humans can build. And the luster and coldness emanating from those huge leaves make the whole space full of wonderful tranquility.

The elf exhaled softly from her lungs. The tense mood seems to have finally relaxed...... The scenery in her eyes is extremely familiar to her, obviously. The magic of that space had shifted her to what she could think of. The safest place.

"Elder Monztock, I ......," she began, her gaze falling on the figure standing in the center of the room.

But the latter only raised his hand, stopping her from speaking, and with his gesture, a subtle luster slowly lit up from the woman's body, retracted, and slowly drifted towards his hand like a mist.

Then, the whole room, trembling slightly.

That's a stretch...... A branch that formed a part of the room was expanding, stretching towards the center of the room. At the tip of the branch is a large oval, fruit-like part. The arms of the branches generally hang down and fall to the ground, forming the appearance of the sphere, and then crackle and burst like buds.

In the bud, a human body landed in the center of the room.

It was a tall man, with a slender and pale body, but not lacking muscular lines, and under the pale blonde hair, slender and sharp ears, it was enough to show his race.

The huge flower bud closed silently on the top of its head, arranging it into a supine shape, but the elven male's body did not seem to show any signs of life...... Immediately, three voices of different heights began to chant mysterious eulogies at the same time, and the emerald green luster emanated from the hands of the three figures around them, emerging like spheres, converging into a gradually brightening halo on the sturdy human body.

The sound of this eulogy was recited throughout the room, gradually stirring, and finally, like a mixture of thousands of voices, all the figures were standing still, as if all the voices no longer existed, and at this moment, there was only this cleansing chant left between heaven and earth. And the halo on the elf's body became brighter and brighter, and in the end, it almost reached the dazzling Cheng dù!

The chant finally ends in a high note...... In the aftermath, the brilliance on the human body finally dimmed.

Trembling slightly, the elf's chest tightened, and he exhaled softly.

Then, he slowly stood up from the ground.

His gaze swept over the figures around him, and then turned to himself, a peaceful smile on the corner of his pale mouth.

As a result, that young and robust appearance began to change gradually...... He reached out and stroked the huge bud beside him. In the next moment, the branches of the tree seemed to be nourished, constantly extended, intertwined, and countless green branches evolved into dark brown silk threads, and finally, the branches broke silently, and in his hand was already a wide robe.

Draped it over his body, when he raised his head, the face that belonged to the elves, already old and slender, the golden hair was gray, and the human face with a high nose and deep eyes was none other than the dragon druid who had just fought the psychic warlock.

Not far away, the female elf opened her emerald green eyes and watched quietly as a qiē happened, and in a little confusion, she found clues about this ritual in her memory.

It was one of the druid's secret methods that could resurrect a dead man, but the price was just as great—

Retrieve a soul from the multiverse, and even from the kingdom of the gods, and use the power of the gods to repair the connection between him and the original corpse. Infuse vitality to complete the resurrection. The price is too high. It is impossible to accomplish it with the meager strength of mortals, and the usual spellcasters can only simply infuse the soul into the corpse with the help of the power of magic. Make it semi-permanent activity. That's why the undead faction, the disgusting magic system, has developed in this world.

Therefore, there are only faithful believers in the gods. Their most devout and powerful denominational leader in the various churches wields the secret art of resurrection, but in reality, this spell has remained only in legends. So there are very few people who are really lucky enough to enjoy this kind of treatment.

And the druids, on the other hand, are in this regard. Take a different path.

With the help of divine power, they resurrect the soul of one person in the body of another being. For this is not the whole of a person, but the transfer of his soul to another lifeless, specially preserved body. This will make the resurrection easier and more effective...... But such a secret method itself is already contrary to the rules of the druids, except for the most important ones. Otherwise, it cannot be used.

"Congratulations, my friend Carlros, in the mercy of God, you have been given the opportunity to be reunited with the jungle. ”

The tall druid who presided over the ceremony swept off his hood. Revealing an even older face, a long gray beard, and a high forehead, he looked extraordinarily wise: "I hope death will not leave an eternal mark on you." ”

"It's a gift. My friend Monztok, though. This death is a punishment for me, a punishment for my arrogance...... Therefore, even if it will be etched in my heart forever, I will only bow my head to him in obedience. The Druid Elder who had regained his life sighed and smiled a little tiredly, "My arrogance has blinded me from seeing that his power is already so great that in time, it may bring about a great change in the world." ”

"That's what I'm worried about, my friend. The white-bearded old man showed a thoughtful look: "Can you be sure, is that really him? the legendary one who has died out, but has returned to this world several times...... Son?"

"Yes, even now, he hasn't woken up yet," the druid, known as Carl Roth, nodded slightly, his eyes seemed excited, "It seems that the time has come for us to return to this territory." ”

"I can't accept it!" a voice suddenly interjected into the conversation.

It was a woman's voice, old and resolute, derived from the figure in the third robe: "Don't forget jì, if it is really him, then his actions will almost bring the world to the brink of ruin! The wrath of the gods, this is not something that we mortals can touch! Moreover, our strength can no longer be compared with the ancient times, and choosing to follow him will only ruin us!"

"You shouldn't forget either, in that war, there were as many as twenty-one fallen gods! The power of the gods was not unattainable in front of him, yes, he failed in the end, but that had already made the age of the gods a thing of the past!

"Please restrain yourself a little, my friends. With a low sigh, the druid, named Montztok, spoke:

"It is true that he once brought prosperity to our ancestors, and even to the whole elven race, but let's not forget that he foolishly tried to challenge the gods......! Whether he is for the sake of mortals, or for himself, it is so old that it is impossible to know, such a being, I would rather believe in his danger than trust him, do not forget our maxim, there is no good or evil in nature, therefore, we will only abide by our precepts. ”

"So, we, his remnants, his descendants, should stand by and watch from the sidelines? Keeping the precepts is not the same as giving up resistance, my friend, we have the right to get what we deserve!"

"We've been resisting! Survival is the greatest struggle, and we should be! Not fighting for things outside of our bodies! The old man's gray hair fluttered slightly, and the final salutation raised his voice: "However, our new friend may end up being hostile to him." ”

"They are not our friends, they are only established allies for survival, and it is not that wolves and sheep cannot coexist in a cave, but in that case, in the end, they can only exist in the event of a storm. The druid, who was able to transform into a dragon, shook his head: "Their arrogance and greed will only lead to ruin in the end, and we will not be able to give them all new positions." Cooperation is just cooperation, and it can only be cooperation. ”

"My friend, it seems that it is difficult for us to reach an agreement...... "The elder sighed again, and raised his gaze, but fell on the female elf standing silently on the side: "Leia, my child, you have also seen him before, so what do you think he is?"

"Me?" the female elf was startled, "I don't know...... He, I think...... He's ......"