(Theoretically, it can actually be regarded as a second watch, right?After all, it was past the early hours of the morning when the previous chapter was uploaded...... ）

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"It's really hard to deal with, I've done my best, and there is no way to take it, until Kaede solves the core in its body before it can actually cause damage...... It's tiring. ”

Io sat on the floor, gasping for air.

All around her, the land had been changed beyond recognition—marks of flames, tears of hurricanes, traces of lava, traces of stray arrows...... The hideous wounds tell the fierceness of the battle.

Not far away, a huge corpse lay quietly horizontally, like a hill.

"Kaede...... Where did she go?The core of the 'disaster' was indeed broken, maybe it was a spatial node in itself?,Well, anyway, Kaede should also have the ability to protect herself, I'd better deal with the 'disaster' here first......"

Although it is not Io's job, as an elf, Io really can't let the 'woe' go......

Io took out a herb and stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with the indescribable bitter taste - the battle with the Fire King was really not easy, although there was no physical damage, but the physical and mental exertion was real.

"This time I didn't bring a potion to restore mental power, which is really a big mistake...... Luckily, I have some spare herbs here - well, as an elf, this obsessive-compulsive disorder can often have an unexpected emergency effect. ”

Feeling the gradual recovery of his mental power, almost no longer in trouble, Io stood up from the ground.

"Lord of Fire, Woe ...... Hmph, in a sense, they are all inseparable 'friends' with elves. The culprit who took away our homes and has taken away our asylum is now ending here with my little role, well, a little excited. ”

Io took out a seed and threw it on the forehead of the Fire King's corpse.

Even the corpse of the Flame King, who was completely dead, was still emitting an astonishing wave of heat, and in front of this seed that shimmered with a faint green light, it was completely unable to stop the slightest. The green seeds take root and germinate on the surface of the green seed the moment it comes into contact with it.

"I hope there won't be any mess......" Thinking of an argument that the clan had once had that was despised by himself, when he implemented it himself, Io was more or less apprehensive, "Teacher, please bless me......"

Ai Opin raised his hands, and a pale cyan book-like phantom floated in front of her.

The pages of the book were windless and automatic, and it didn't stop until one of the pages was blank, and Io reached out and pinched the footer, gritting his teeth to "tear" the page off.

"Hmm-"

As if his chest had been slammed with a hammer, Io clutched his chest in pain and fell to his knees, a fishy sweetness surging up his throat.

"Cough, cough, cough......" Blood oozed from Io's fingers and dripped onto the ground.

Tearing off a page of the Codex, Io's doing so was no different from dissecting his own stomach - the Codex itself was a conceptual thing, and it was almost impossible for external forces to damage it, but Io, as a person recognized by the Code, his soul was already closely linked to it, and destroying the Codex was tantamount to self-harm.

"I ...... Tear your soul apart...... Destroy the laws of history...... Cutting off the inheritance of cause and effect...... Annihilation of the Enemy's Traces ......"

Io dipped his finger in his own blood and scribbled several lines in elven script on the torn page.

The legal code, at the same time, has the function of recording history, and the pages that have not been written on them symbolize the future that has not yet been recorded—and the traces that have been torn up symbolize the "broken chapters" of history. Burial has become a historical "fact" that is beyond Io's power, but in the future that has not yet happened, Io is able to seal and exile the existence of the target by using the blank pages as a carrier.

The pages of the written book gradually dissolved into debris and drifted into the air as Io's magic was immersed.

"Imprisoned ......"

The fragments of the pages scattered in the air seemed to freeze the entire space—air, fire, temperature, energy...... At this moment all ceased to be active.

"Restrain it......"

The crumbs of the pages moved again, this time as if going back in time, and countless visible debris made up the pages again, only this time, it was no longer the elven text written by Io, it was densely packed with strange words that could not be read - but Io knew that this was the result he needed, and what was recorded on it was the 'woe'.

At this time, the seed rooted in the corpse of the Flame King had grown into a small tree of considerable scale. But the strange thing is that this small tree does not have any leaves on it, and the bare branches are in stark and strange contrast to the emerald green seeds before.

Io slapped the pages on his trunk, and the pages slowly sank into the trunk, and then, on top of the originally bare branches, countless pages continued to bloom - seeing this, Io subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that they have already done this, Io Zhilu Dao is most likely already successful. The countless pages of the book, which contain the same content as the original page, are all "woe", except that they are not in the space where Io is. However, with the help of the corpse of the King of Fire, Io also successfully used secret techniques to collect and seal all the "calamities" scattered in all corners of the world. What we have to do after that is to completely destroy this extremely strange tree.

- The biggest reason why Io was scared before was because of this strange tree rooted in the corpse of the Fire King. For elves, this should actually be a wrong technique that should not be born, and there are some theories about this forbidden technique in the clan...... But fortunately, it has been done without danger.

"Is there any merit in this evil method of genocide now? However, my heart rejects this technique...... Hopefully, there will never be a chance to use it again. ”

Io's fingertips lit up a cluster of flames, which were not only strange in color compared to ordinary flames, but also did not emit any heat - but this was not to say that this flame was not lethal, on the contrary, this silver flame was the moonfire of the elves. Relatively peaceful elves, there are very few skills with aggressive appearances, and this moonfire is one of them, although there is no temperature, but the destructiveness of the moonfire is not achieved through temperature. This is an almost conceptual destructive ability that will not be extinguished without the caster's decision once possessed by the Moonfire, until the recipient is completely "incinerated". Among the elves, because they are too vicious, they are also listed as one of the forbidden techniques, and those who can learn moonfire will not use this trick most of the time. And if an elf sacrifices the moonfire, it probably means that this elf with a gentle and kind temperament has really started to kill.

However, even if it is a moonfire, it is less than a thousandth of the strange tree in terms of viciousness - even if it is an elf like Io with a personality that is very different from ordinary people, in the process of casting the spell, it is inevitable to feel the throbbing of the soul piercing the soul. Stemming from the goodness of the elves' nature and love for life, they subconsciously resist and reject such evil spells.

“...... In that case, it's over, right?"

The silver moonfire touched the strange tree like a lover's touch...... In an instant, the gentle touch transformed into the most intense searing, and the moonfire ran down the branches, winding around every page.

If there is a minimum respect for the Lord of Fire, Io, all elves have the same attitude towards "woe", it is utter hatred - even if they use the most evil spells that defile the nature of the elves, they must be annihilated to nothingness!

"Gwendoline is on top...... Your unscrupulous descendants have committed an unforgivable act at this moment......"

Io knelt down on one knee and prayed reverently to the strange tree burned by the moonfire.

[Now, with such a spell, I really can't go home, right?, who made me unlucky and met with 'disaster'?...... Uh, maybe you might be lucky?]

"All in all, it's not unacceptable...... Uh-huh!?whoa-"

In vain, Io was caught off guard and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

"What's going on? Spells...... It didn't work out, and the result was a causal backlash!?How could it be ......?"

- How can there still be remnants of "woe" that have not been removed!!

Just when Io was momentarily distracted, an electric shock hit his heart.

"Kaede...... Something happened to Kaede!?"

Now, even though Io is now seriously injured, he can't care about anything, struggling to support his body from the ground - the measures he used to protect Kaede have undoubtedly been broken, that is, Kaede has already received a fatal injury!

Coordinates...... No problem!It's not too far from here and it's not complicated!"

Ignoring his current injuries, Io summoned the Codex with the help of the coordinates he had obtained from Kaede, tore off one of the pages again—and wrote down the coordinates and the names of himself and Kaede.

"Could it be that the remnants of ...... 'disaster' have anything to do with the danger that Kaede is encountering now?...... Forget it, I don't care what you are, if anything happens to Kaede......"

Io swallowed the smell of blood that rushed to his throat and stepped through the "door" opened by the pages of the Codex.

“...... Then don't even think about running away!

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