Gawain has been battling the strange beasts on the periphery of the Blighted Scar for the past few days.

Strictly speaking, it's torture.

And it's the kind of torture and killing of mosquitoes by anti-aircraft guns.

His goal was to deplete the energy in his body as soon as possible and make it new.

Despite the Paladin's ability to "as long as the faith is strong, the Holy Light will never stop".

But the fog in that place obscured the sun, which was not conducive to his recovery.

Therefore, he succeeded in allowing the energy in his body to circulate several rounds.

Now the Holy Light from the outside world has been consumed, and it has been able to control the local Holy Light of Anfen well.

This time, Gawain brought Gawain to Gityl Farm to test his current control.

The airship came to the edge of the farm, where Dylan had been waiting for a long time.

In any case, he will not allow this place to be turned into a sunny farm again.

Getting the paladin close here was his limit.

"Are you ready?" Heine looked at Gawain.

The Sun Knight took a deep breath, looked at the foggy sky, and nodded.

"Ready."

"Okay."

Heine winked at Dylan.

The latter snapped his fingers, the barrier against the dead air was removed, and a group of hideous-looking rotting corpses and skeletons suddenly emerged from the cornfield behind him, and the dead air on his body rushed to his face.

Gawain took an uncontrollable step forward, and the holy light instantly spread out from his body.

However, when he was two or three meters away from his body, he abruptly retracted it.

Gawain's face flushed, as if he was trying to control it.

However, there was still a faint glimmer of golden light escaping.

It rolled out slowly like a ripple, crashing into the row of undead creatures.

Wow –

They're all on fire!

The golden flames spread from the waist to the head and tail as if they were burning catkins.

In the blink of an eye, the creatures were scattered all over the ground in a charred black form.

"No! He must not be allowed in! ”

Dylan was unequivocal.

Gawain's face was red and his ears were red.

Half is suffocated, half is ashamed.

He thought he could properly control the Holy Light, but as soon as he saw the undead, he couldn't help but want to overdo it.

"It's more troublesome than I thought......"

Heine sighed.

In his perception, Gao Wen's "awkwardness" has greatly reduced after the crazy leakage of blue in the past few days.

This can only be attributed to the Light's overly aggressive nature, which even weakened to no avail.

How could such a dangerous person be as harmless to humans and animals as Linumu......

Seeing him have such a headache, Dylan asked:

"Why does he have to see the old man?"

"No, I want the old man to meet him."

Heine shook his head and said:

"The old man is currently the only one who has escaped the control of the transcendent energy, and I need his Circle of Interpretation—a version for the Light, not the Shadows.

"I need Gawain to be freed from the shackles of the Light so that he can tell some secrets instead of being burned to death by the fire of his heart.

"I asked Sabellia, and he said that in order to achieve this goal, he and the old man's research results must be superimposed, which is not as simple as addition."

Dylan was silent.

In the final analysis, it's because he is not good at learning.

If he had completely digested the old man's research notes now, would he be able to replace him with Gao Wen's "consultation and surgery"?

Dylan: "I'm going back, you take him with me." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll go."

Heine said helplessly.

……

In the evening, the study of the Lord's Palace.

Heinemo rubbed the surface of the bronze mirror, waiting for his mental power to fully recover, and once again immersed his perception in it.

Stepping on the dark earth again, Heine, wrapped in a bark coat, seemed to become one with the place.

In front of him was the familiar sky and stars.

He doesn't come in less these days, and he's used to it.

Today he plans to go a little further.

Not only does he have experience in fighting pollution in Quelkus, but he is also certified as "Hatar" by the ground here.

Of course, the main thing is that Sanatos doesn't seem to be in charge of things.

He didn't believe that Hades' gaze would fall on every inch of land.

…

After some time, Heine finally climbed the nearest low mountain in his vision.

The front suddenly opened up.

Especially in the distance, there is a green river.

Countless spirits burrowed in and out of the river, flying and dancing.

This scene is full of eerie visual impact.

"This is probably the Blasphemy River, right?" Heine thought to himself.

As he subconsciously had the idea of "I want to get close to this river", he crossed thousands of meters with a random step.

The distance between him and the river was drastically shortened.

Heine looked down in surprise, but unfortunately he couldn't release his senses.

"Do you mean...... The reason why you were able to send me back quickly last time was because you sensed the thought that 'I want to go back'? ”

He developed a sense of déjà vu......

The black mud under his feet is responding to his "prayer".

With the help of the ground, he quickly reached the banks of the Lachimin.

The green geyers that had been entrenched by the river moved away from him one by one in fear, letting out incomprehensible roars.

Curse of the Soul, OK!

Heine swaggered closer to the river.

The water was not as dirty as he had imagined, but very clear.

He could see the process of individual illusory geys expanding and brightening in them.

This is undoubtedly the legendary "hanging pulp".

But when he reached out and scooped up a handful of water from the river, what he took out was a muddy fluid.

"Interesting ......"

Just as Heine was about to shake off the mud, they suddenly wriggled and formed a line:

"Come to me"

Heine shook off the mud violently, and the coolness crept all over his back.

At this moment, countless wandering spirits flew out of the river, forming the same line of words on the surface of the river:

"Come to me"

This time it's elven......

Heine looked back in the direction he had come, and then at the upper reaches of the river.

If he remembers correctly, this is the direction to the Mourning Wood Valley.

Almost in the same direction as when he met with Gray that day.

After a little hesitation, Heine decided to go and have a look.

It wasn't just intuition that made him make this decision, but also Quelkus, who was bound to his soul.

The moment it touched the silt, the Quarkus seedlings in his body trembled violently.

"I want to go upstream."

Heine thought so, each step could span thousands of meters.

The river is getting wider and the river is getting smoother.

Gradually, the figure of a large tree appeared in the distance.

Behind it is a starry dark purple sky, the outline of which is clearly visible, almost exactly like Quelkus.

Heine quickly approached and came under the tree.

He saw countless fragments of light converging from all directions, scrambling to burrow into the body of the big black tree, connecting into a dazzling curtain of light.

Beneath its high knotted roots, clear water flows out.

This is precisely the origin of the River Delphin.

Heine jumped on the root system and approached the tree, placing his hand on its trunk.

"You're here......"

It's an unfamiliar voice.

Heine breathed a sigh of relief.

He initially thought Quarkus hadn't escaped......

"Hello."

He replied in his heart, and he didn't know if it was useful.

"Are you...... The Wood of Mourning? He asked tentatively.

"I'm a part of her......"

The other replied slowly, "I feel it...... My brother...... It liberates ......"

Heine: "Yes, it's liberating. ”

"Thanks... Thank... You ......"

"No thanks, it helped me a lot...... So, do you need help too? ”

"Are you dreaming......"

Hey, how does this tree curse?

“…… You can't save me in my dreams......"

Heine: "......"

Okay, I'm overthinking.

Heine really wanted to install a chat plugin for it to type faster.

“…… You're from...... Where ......"

"The mountains of Maikala." Heine replied.

"Great......"

The other party's mood fluctuated for a moment.

That seemed to be a rejoice.

"Plant it...... Pure seedlings...... Thrive and thrive...... The hope of all...... Plant it ......"

Heine hurriedly asked, "How to plant?" Where to plant? ”

"Yuan Ling's ...... Birthplace...... Go ......."

Heine was about to ask something, when a hoarse crow suddenly sounded overhead.

The sound made his soul tremble, and he only felt that he was being pushed by someone, and his body quickly retreated.

The scenery in his field of vision quickly shrank and changed, and in the blink of an eye he was back at the login point.

…

Consciousness returned to the body, and Heine was still a little frightened.

He summons the seedlings of Quercus.

The fair-skinned seedlings emitted bursts of soft light, soothing his nerves.

"The Birthplace of the Gen Spirit......

Heine looked up at the chamber.

It was the center of the Yuan Ling Circle, the center of the mountains of Maikala.

(End of chapter)