……

"Hint: You use the activated bomb "World Peace (Mechanic Bobo. Wilkins Productions)" successfully blew up the rift that led to the Void World!

The Hill Dream has fallen into a long period of collapse because of this!

You killed the fallen Earth Spirit Bell!

You have received the approval of the will of the earth, and if you can go further in the earth realm, you will have a chance to gain authority!

The aftermath of the explosion of world peace is about to affect the real world from the dream of the hills, and the footage of you using the bomb to detonate the crack will have a chance to be captured, and then it will be known in the form of a vision, and the following groups will learn some or all of the truth about the explosion-

1. Bards who perceive 15 or more and are in the South.

2. Spellcasters who are proficient in prophecy.

3. The druids of the Earth Society.

4. Executives of major organizations who are paying close attention to this matter.

5. The gods of Tianlun Palace.

+1 Legend of your area (Oversee Heights);

+1 Legend of your Power (Earth Society/Seven Holy Alliance);

+1 aggro for your Tianlun Palace (some gods);

The gods of glow and knowledge have paid special attention to you!"

……

Dense words flashed in front of Matthew, and the moment he left the Hill Dream Realm, he only felt empty under his feet, and found that the three of them had appeared in the sky of Cross City!

And above their heads.

Some visions began to emerge one after another, and most of these visions came from the mountains in the dream of the hills.

The illusion is being played.

Mountains continue to fall, collapse, and eventually fall into nothingness.

And in the midst of this frightening vision.

The scene of the violent explosion occupies most of the space.

Matthew could even see his own twisted figure on the edge of the explosion.

Oddly enough.

Sylvia and Suya, the two nature spirits, did not appear in the vision of the Hill Dream being blown up.

"The spirit of the earth is dead after all......"

The three of them quickly landed on the northern walls of the Cross City.

Matthew looked up at the thrilling scene in the sky, and couldn't help but flash a faint sentimentality in his heart.

Right now.

He heard a faint cry.

That's the direction of the northern caves.

Over there.

A large number of druids of the Earth Society gathered.

At the moment when the spirit of the earth died.

All druids were shocked in their hearts, and then unspeakable pain enveloped every cell in their bodies.

Some druids wept with their faces hidden, others fell to their knees, and some even wept until they fainted.

This time.

The already chaotic order of the underground caverns was suddenly on the verge of collapse.

The inhabitants were terrified by the successive disasters;

The murderous legend of the witch of the Dragon Worship Sect frightened everyone to hide in the corner and tremble;

And the druids who had maintained order were also greatly affected by the death of the Earth Spirit.

A lot of druids get very irritable.

They can't understand what Matthew is doing.

But fortunately, the voice of the earth and the silver wolf, who had been imprisoned by the spirit of the earth for a long time, appeared in time.

Under the explanation of the two great druids.

Most druids only understood the cause and effect.

Their attitude towards Matthew changed from hatred to respect.

But there were also a handful of druids who did not believe that the Earth Spirits had fallen.

They were quite hostile to the two Great Druids.

Inside the Earth Society.

The already turbulent contradictions completely surfaced at this moment.

The atmosphere throughout the underground cavern became tense.

Matthew stood on top of the city walls and looked down on the city.

The explosion of the Hill Dream did affect the real world.

Just now.

Three waves of earthquakes destroyed many houses, and at the same time, some of the people in the underground caverns escaped.

At this time, the Cross City can be described as chaotic to the extreme.

Even if there are no cultists who stir up trouble and want to restore the old order, I don't know how much time it will take.

"It's really much easier to destroy than to maintain."

Matthew shook his head secretly.

Right now.

Suddenly, he felt something soft fall from the top of his head.

So he grabbed it upwards and found that it was a handful of sand.

"Where did the sand come from?"

Matthew looked up in some surprise, and then he saw that the vision above the sky was disappearing.

Accompany this process.

Countless magical sands were sprinkled mightily.

Unlike sandstorms, these special sands are clean and orderly, and when they fall, they are no different from rain.

The sand falls to the surface.

The earth seemed to be appeased immediately, and the aftershocks of the earth quickly disappeared.

It can be clearly felt by anyone with high perception.

The land became much quieter.

And that's not all.

Matthew also saw more sand falling towards the burning houses.

Bang la la blah!

The yellow sand fell, and the flames were extinguished.

Almost in a matter of minutes.

This sudden downsand extinguished most of the flames in the Cross City.

There is a serene power exuded from the sand.

The irascible druids settled down one after another, and as they caressed the sand and felt its temperature, there were more gentle whispers in their minds.

Then their eyes on the two great druids became full of guilt and apology.

Matthew noted.

His prestige and friendship within the Earth Society have also increased a lot.

At least so far.

No druids were hostile to him anymore.

"I didn't expect this Laipi bear to be quite gentle and romantic before he died!"

"He also knows how to explain it for you through this ritual spell."

Sylvia fiddled with the sand in her hair, and then showed a complaining expression:

"Even the sand is too rough!"

"I don't like hard and rough things!"

Matthew didn't answer.

Because at this moment he suddenly saw a new vision in the sky, and in the center of the vision was a very innocent bear, which pouted in Matthew's direction, and then turned and walked to a cave full of shadows.

The vision vanished.

"He has returned to the bosom of nature's will, and this is the best ending."

Su Ya explained in a low voice:

"The Hill Dream will not really disappear there, it will find a suitable balance in the infinite collapse, and then reopen it with the nourishment of the forces of nature."

"The Holy Oak Seed in your hand can speed up this process, but this thing is very sensitive, and you'd better not let the people of the Earth Society know that this thing is in your hands, because they don't have the ability to protect such a precious treasure."

Matthew nodded slightly.

He hadn't figured out what to do with the Holy Oak Seed, but it was definitely not possible to hand it over to the Earth Society directly.

Just the quality of the druids who showed them in this disaster.

Matthew might as well turn it over to the alliance or protect it himself.

"Hey, I also ate some fruits given by Laipi Bear at the beginning, but I still can't escape the repayment of favors after all."

Sylvia finally cleaned the sand from her hair.

She said to Matthew innocently and straightforwardly:

"I want to sing a song for these suffering people, can you dance for me?"

Matthew is embarrassed:

"I can't dance."

Sylvia said with a smile:

"You don't need to be able to jump, you just need to be able to fly."

said.

She took one of Matthew's hands and ran forward quickly.

Matthew followed a few steps forward, subconsciously looked back, and found that Su Ya's expression was cold, but he took the initiative to let go of his hand.

The next second.

Sylvia transformed into a silver dragon and roared into the skies of Cross City.

Matthew then followed suit and turned on the wilderness form.

The two silver dragons flew like wings, and in mid-air, Sylvia suddenly mischievously pounced on Matthew, and the two silver dragons tangled and spun in the air, and then suddenly separated.

The air currents and elements in the sky are also imperceptibly changed in the process.

Soon.

Everyone noticed the scene.

Those who had been attracted to the ground by the sand looked at the two silver dragons in the sky in amazement.

Now.

A gentle, healing, energetic song rang out in the sky.

The song was like a heavenly sound.

Although people could not hear the specific syllables and words clearly, it seemed that as long as they heard the sound and saw the silver dragon dancing in the sky, the pain in their chests could be greatly relieved.

Gradually.

The singing of the Singer in the Clouds spread throughout the Cross City.

The wounded people walked out into the streets with their arms in their arms, looking up.

The glow of the setting sun hit their dusty and scarred faces.

An abundant vitality is like rain in the desert for a long time, and it quickly falls in the city.

A song.

The silver dragon quietly walked away.

The sun dragged its tired body down slowly under the mountains.

Hopefully.

But it sprouted again in the hearts of the people in the middle of it.

……

"Hint: The natural ritual of your collaboration with Sylvia, the Singer of the Clouds, has inspired the inhabitants of Crosstown in the aftermath of the disaster.

+1 Legend for you (Silver Dragon Form);

You've got the origin story - the Silver Dragon: It won't be long before people in the south talk about the resurgence of a new silver dragon in the land after Sylvia the Singer in the Clouds, perhaps as a sign of some kind of good fortune......

Your Wild Form, Silver Dragon, has been increased to unlock the Silver Dragon's new ability, "Spray Weapon - Paralysis Breath"

Spray Weapon - Paralysis Breath: In the Silver Dragon form, you spew a large amount of poison gas into the cone-shaped area in front of you, and enemies surrounded by poison gas will undergo a constitution check, and if the immunity fails, they will enter a state of paralysis for at least one minute!"

……

An unexpected flight and a lame backup dance made Matthew gain a lot.

The legend and origin story of the identity of the silver dragon may be a long-term matter.

But the newly acquired spit weapon undoubtedly strengthened Matthew's strength.

At present, he has two types of spitting weapons, one is ice blast and the other is toxin, which are used alternately, greatly increasing his flexibility.

But he didn't pay much attention to it.

After finishing the healing magic ritual with Sylvia.

They returned to the Cross City.

Soon.

Matthew successfully rendezvoused with Hood and his party.

From the mouth of the latter.

Matthew also learns about the current situation in Cross City.

"As soon as Ms. Isabel made a move, the situation was turned around in an instant, and the whale hunter organization was directly frightened away, and I observed that they retreated the float boat to the territory of the cloud plateau in one go, and only a few Giza people were still wandering outside the city, but they were all far away, and they didn't even dare to approach the moat!"

"The Catastrophe cultists are the most outrageous, they were far away when the incident happened, as soon as the angels were wiped out, they ran away without a trace one by one, damn, have these cultists practiced running, how can they run so fast?"

Hood complained frantically while stating the situation at the time:

"The more unfortunate are the blighters, they are too close, although they have not received the pursuit of Ms. Isabel, but the mage group sent by the Silver Council just collided with them, and the leader is a legendary mage, the blight will be broken when touched, scattered and fled, at present, our people are still chasing and killing the remaining blighters, as for the earth weaver Talander and the ruined Icanos, who made a lot of movement before, they have not made any movement so far, it is estimated that they were frightened by Ms. Isabel's methods."

"At present, the order inside and outside the city is in charge of the mages who have come to support later, and most of them are mages from Gem Bay, and they are all from Archmage Ronan."

Matthew nodded.

Look at the busy figures in the robes that appeared in the Cross City.

His heart was much more steady.

The Alliance's response is still quite fast, but so many mages are dispatched to support the Warden Heights at once, hoping that there will be no chaos elsewhere.

Just when he was thinking so.

Hood suddenly asked:

"What's going on down there?"

"Why did you blow up Hill Dream all of a sudden?"

Matthew looked hesitant:

"It's a long story."

Hood dissatisfied:

"Little Matthew, what are you pretending to be with me at a young age, hurry up and make a long story short!"

Seeing that Hibbert and Ai Lan next to him also had a curious look.

Matthew had to say briefly:

"As you can see, I killed the spirit of the earth, blew up the hill dream, saved two great druids, prevented the reincarnation ceremony of the sea spirits of the gods of Tianlun Palace, and met two dusk creatures on the way, namely Gailan and the mad second hand, by the way, in order to do all this, I also asked two natural spirits to help, these two are Su Ya, the master of the Black Banyan Dream, and Sylvia, the singer of the clouds."

said.

He showed the three mages the two girls behind him.

Hood was dumbfounded:

"You've done so much in just a little while?"

"The Twilight Creations are coming?"

Matthew nodded honestly.

Seeing that neither of the two natural spirits refuted Matthew's statement, Hood couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"Your kid's friends and opportunities are too exaggerated, even if a messenger from the underworld suddenly comes to the door in a while, I won't be surprised."

The voice fell.

A gentle voice sounded behind Matthew:

"Hello, Matthew, as agreed, I have sent you a copy of the stone tablet of Maibalon, the second son of the god of death, which records the mysteries of life and death, as well as the original contract written by Maibalon himself."

"But be careful, these contents are too profound, I don't recommend that you start researching them now, it's best to interpret the contents of this stone tablet on the eve of your promotion to a god mage, I think it's more appropriate."

Viscount Fan, who was hidden in a black cloak and carried a huge scythe behind his back, quietly appeared.

He handed a tombstone-sized slab into Matthew's hands.

Hood was even more confused.

He couldn't help but poke Hibbert next to him in the waist:

"Who is this man?"

Hibbert thought for a moment:

"It seems to be a messenger of the underworld."

"Mr. Hood, your prophecy doesn't seem to be bad."

Hood looked completely numb:

But isn't their discussion a little too far ahead of its time? The slate of the second son of the god of death? Divine mage? He's not even a legend, is he? ”

Hibbert naturally said:

"Isn't it true that the legend can enter at any time if he wants to, I think Matthew is the same as me, and he doesn't want to go in for the time being."

Hood held his head in his hands, looking a little unsure of what to say.

A moment later.

He saw Ai Lan next to him, and looked at the half-elf mage as if he had grasped a life-saving straw:

"Ai Lan, you won't be able to enter the legend at any time, will you?"

Ai Lan shook her head and said with some regret:

"I can't do it on my own."

Hood let out a long sigh of relief, looking a little more balanced.

However, the next second.

But I heard Ai Lan whisper:

"But my mother left me a divinity, my father left me a person, I was born a demigod, so it is easier than ordinary mages in terms of realm, as long as the time is ripe, I can directly promote to a legend through the convenience of a demigod."

"What's wrong, Mr. Hood?"

"You don't look good?"

Hood clutched his chest and said angrily:

"The next time your parents are short of children, remember to inform me, thank you!"

And the other side.

The short exchange of pleasantries ended.

Matthew sent off the powerful messenger of the underworld.

At this time, Su Ya walked over.

She said to Matthew in a cold tone:

"I'm leaving, do you have anything to say to me?"

Matthew winked at her and motioned to go and talk.

However, Sylvia followed unrelentingly:

"What are you two doing secretly?"

"Don't hide from me and secretly do bad things, I have to join in!"

Su Ya gave her a disgusted look, and then walked away quickly.

Matthew followed.

Sylvia followed with a big grin.

See this scene.

Hibbert couldn't help but look thoughtful.

Ai Lan said curiously:

"What are you thinking about?"

Hibbert replied:

"I'm thinking about how I can join them."

Ai Lan was taken aback.

Fortunately, Hibbert continued:

"I've heard that many Souls of Nature have empty brains, and I wonder if I can become a Soul of Nature, if I can also become a Soul of Nature, will I be able to eliminate my current troubles?"

"I can sense that Matthew has a high affinity for nature, maybe he can transform me into a natural soul, don't you think?"

Hood, who came to a relieved position, saw the stitches and said:

"You might as well count on him to turn you into a lich."

Who knew that Hibbert's eyes lit up:

"Yes, lich!"

"I can become a lich, and if I become a lich, I won't be bothered by the human mind!"

"I'm going to find Matthew and ask him to make me a lich!"

"Well, by the way, Mr. Hood, you don't have much time anyway, why don't we go together?

Maybe the fee could be cheaper......"

……

Outside the Cross City.

Outside the moat to the northeast, under the suspension bridge, on a shallow riverbank.

A handsome, loosely dressed blonde man was holding a swarthy kitten, and from time to time he pressed the kitten into the river, and then rubbed it with a loud noise, and under the cat's frantic struggle, he quickly lifted it into the air.

Zizizizi!

The little black cat shook its fur frantically.

Cat hair and the dirty water of the moat splashed the blonde man's body.

The latter is also not angry.

Just want to repeat this action.

However, it was stopped by the little black cat:

"Don't, don't!"

"Stop, I can't stand it anymore, this water is so dirty, I'm a little clean, I'm sick and want to kill myself!"

The blonde man soothed:

"Bear with me a little longer, who let you be given a psionic order by the queen of the Giza?"

"This method of mine is a home remedy, but it is very effective, and there is a great guarantee that it will be able to lift the psionic command on your body and restore you to your normal state."

The little black cat will be suspicious:

"Why does soaking in the dirty river water lift the psionic command?"

The man smiled and said:

"The essence of psionic instructions is to attach a part of their spiritual energy to the target, and correspondingly, if the target is in some extreme states, the person who casts the psionic command will also feel a little empathy.

You have been captured by Queen House for so long, forced to become her personal plaything in the wilderness, and her psionic directives are also ingrained in you, the bond between you should be very deep, maybe if I soak in the moat a few more times, she can't stand it and take the initiative to lift the psionic designation. ”

The little black cat said in trepidation:

"Really, Boss Loren?"

"But what if it doesn't work a few more times?"

Loren thought for a moment:

"Then try the manure pit?"

The little black cat exploded in horror:

"I don't want to go into the manure pit!"

"Don't kill me!"

"I'd rather be a black cat forever than go into a manure pit!"

"Woo woo, Boss Loraine, why don't you let me go, I'm going to find Matthew, I just saw him, maybe he has a way?"

Loren was dissatisfied:

"Matthew is a necromancer, he knows the psionic powers of a fart!"

The little black cat immediately retorted:

"Aren't you also a bard, what psychic powers do you know?"

Didn't wait for Loren to speak.

A very indifferent voice sounded beside the two:

"He does know a little bit of psionic energy, the Dusk Chanter is a profession that begs for a living in the garbage dump and the graveyard, depending on the state of his body, he has not been less in the cemetery of the Giza, so in this regard, you can trust this man."

Both were taken aback.

Next to the river beach.

I don't know when a woman with white hair and gray eyes appeared.

The woman's eyes were cold, her temperament was dusty, and her appearance was unparalleled.

Only for a moment.

It's crazy to look at the little black cat.

Who knows the next second.

Luo Lan suddenly covered the black cat's eyes, and then said to the woman respectfully:

"Good evening, Ms. Isabel."

Isabel's eyes were fixed on the river.

She didn't look at the two directly, but she put a rare pressure on Loraine.

The little black cat in his arms wanted to struggle at first, but when it noticed the beads of sweat that kept falling from Loraine's forehead, it suddenly realized something, and then obediently did not move.

"Is there anything I need to do with you?"

"Or is it Matthew in the city who needs my help? I'm going to ......."

Loren said with a flattering face.

Isabel waved her hand, and then she said in a calm tone:

"What are you going to write about tonight?"

Luo Lan suddenly said with righteousness:

"Seek truth from facts!"

"This is our bard's vocation!"

Isabel raised her eyebrows slightly.

But I heard Luo Lan say righteously:

"In order to meet the disaster and please the Lord of the Void, the witch of the Dragon Worship Sect desperately went on a killing spree in the Cross City, but under the pursuit of the righteous alliance mage, she was hit hard, almost hated on the spot, and finally left in a hurry!"

These are indisputable facts! No one can tamper with the truth! ”

Isabel's tone became a little more vivid:

"The spiritual totem of the Dragon Worship Sect is Arena, the Dragon of the Dead, and the witches of the Dragon Worship Sect are killing in order to meet the Void Master, isn't it a bit too fake?"

Loren turned his face sideways:

"It must be that the dragon of the dead, Arena, secretly colluded with the Lord of the Void, and the two sides colluded with each other, which led to the witch taking advantage of the chaos to massacre the civilians of Cross City."

"This kind of thing is intolerable to any civilization and any force, and we will certainly call on everyone to launch a crusade against it!"

"Whether it's Arena, the dragon of the dead, or the Lord of the Void, they'll all be nailed to ......"

Hear here.

Isabel interrupted him with a satisfied hand:

"Alright, that's pretty much the point."

Loren wiped her sweat and smiled.

Isabel turned her head to look at him and suddenly asked:

"You're a descendant of Ranchi?"

Luo Lan hesitated:

"Yes."

"Should?"

Isabel repeated, in a puzzled tone.

Loren hurriedly explained:

"My mother and father were politically married, and they were both quite open when they were younger, so it's hard to say what happened."

"But when I was an adult, my mother promised me that if I wasn't of Vernon or Fendi seed, there was at least a 2/5 chance that I would be a Ranch offspring."

Isabel snorted softly:

“2/5？”

"How did you get so precise?"

Luo Lan's face was as usual:

"It is said that there were five people at the scene, and my nominal father was one of them."

Isabel snorted:

"So out of the four left, there is one who also belongs to Ranchi."

Loren nodded:

"Yes, the other one is my titular grandfather."

Isabel blinked, and her expression did not change at all:

"You don't seem to care much about that."

Luo Lan said with a smile:

"I'm alive, I'm healthy, I'm eloquent, I've slept with a lot of women in my life - I'm living happily, why should I care about that?"

Isabel had a look of approval on her face.

The next second.

A white light shot out from her fingertips.

directly submerged into Loran's forehead:

"You can take care of this divinity."

"I'll tell the Silver Council to get your arrest warrant lifted."

"From now on, you'll be the chief adviser to the Department of Public Information."

Loraine's face was ecstatic.

Then he wondered:

"I haven't heard that the league has a Department of Information?"

Isabel's reflection quickly disappeared above the river.

Her voice echoed in the ears of the two people for a long time:

"From today, there is."

It's been a long time.

Lorraine suddenly relaxed, he left the little black cat on the shore, and gasped for air.

The little black cat came over:

"I just seem to have witnessed a corrupt deal?"

Loren gasped and said:

"Don't be stupid."

"It's a reward for being realistic."

The little black cat said with some hesitation:

"Who the hell is this woman, she looks so scary!"

"But she's so pretty!"

Lorraine warned with rare seriousness:

"You can like anyone, but not the woman just now."

"If you dare to think about this, I will castrate you directly!"

He said so.

On the contrary, it inspired the rebellious psychology of the little black cat:

"Boss Loraine, if you don't tell me who she is, I'll ask Matthew!"

Luo Lan sneered:

"Here you go!"

"If Matthew knows, he'll only get heavier!"

The little black cat was slightly stunned.

He asked tentatively:

"Could it be that she's Matthew's mother?"

However, Loren didn't bother to pay attention to him.

He suddenly took out a sketchpad and drew it intently, and in an instant, a vivid sketch quickly took shape.

The woman in the painting.

It was the appearance of Isabel, who had just left, staring at the water of the moat on the shore.

After the last stroke is done.

Lorain took a deep breath.

The next second.

He took out an ancient seal and stamped his name deeply on it.

In a flash.

The painting is a masterpiece of gold.

When all the golden light is gone.

The little black cat noticed that the surface of the painting had become extremely blurry.

Loren rolled the picture into a roll and stuffed it into the little black cat's mouth:

"Go to Matthew, give him this painting, and let him keep it carefully."

The little black cat wondered:

"Aren't you going?"

Luo Lan sat on the stone by the river, supported his head with his right hand, quickly spread out a piece of manuscript paper, and said with an abnormal headache:

"Don't make a fuss, I still have to think about how to round up tonight's news."

"Arena, the dragon of the dead, and the Lord of the Void, this is really eight poles that can't be beaten!"

"How do you write that...... Eh, annoying! ”

……

(End of chapter)