Chapter 48 The Life Goddess’s Tree Spear
“Fortunate, regretful?”
Fatter shook his head faintly. A trace of dark firelight flickered in his eye sockets. His robes brushed against each other as his withered fingers traced the sky, causing a ripple of magic to spread.
“Lancaster held the key to the world, the one that could unlock all the secrets of magic. Yet, he considered himself a god and cast that key aside. Such foolishness. I can only feel pity for him… even if you sought revenge, it would be well deserved.”
Verafia’s gaze flickered. Beneath Fatter’s robes, his outstretched fingers were like withered bones. The magical fluctuations that followed were chilling to the bone, like the ashen bone fire in his eyes, yet she felt as though she could sense a touch of life.
It was like an undead spell, but in essence, it was entirely different.
A daring thought suddenly occurred to her. She raised her head in disbelief, her golden eyes widening as she gazed at the magical illusion that shrouded the entire domain, covering the earth. “Fatter, your spell—”
“Magic is the art that ancient sages used to imitate the gods and the authority of the world,” Fatter’s voice echoed. The cloak draped over him was stirred by the wind. Suddenly, his withered palm pressed against his robe and pulled it open. The gray and white bone fire in his pupils blazed incomparably. “However, if it is merely imitation, how can one truly understand the essence of the world?”
A tall figure, resembling a corpse, appeared before Verafia. But it wasn’t just dry bones. Layer upon layer of bone, as if made of crystal, shimmered with a faint light, exuding a sense of divinity and nobility, existing on a level beyond life itself.
“Fatter, what is this…” Verafia’s eyes widened, her small hands instinctively gripping Mistetinn’s Staff.
Just as she had judged earlier, this was by no means an undead spell. Undead magic merely summoned deceased remains, using death as their nourishment. However, the body of Fatter that appeared before her bore no trace of death. Instead, it exuded boundless vitality.
But what truly astonished Verafia was that Fatter’s body was not constructed from living matter. It was merely a life form that had been reshaped and birthed after magic had condensed.
“You’ve actually started using magic for origin, reshaping life?”
Ighet also gazed at the illusion of the Magic Monarch. His True Sight pupils trembled slightly as his hand touched the sword hilt.
“In legends, the lives of myriad beings are merely gifts from their creator. Whether it be the noble deities perched high above, wielding the authority of laws, or those insignificant little bugs, the traces of their existence are merely embellishments of life.”
Fatter’s body reflected the radiance of magic. He lowered his gaze and smiled. “Since we pursue the essence of the world, why can’t magic shape life equivalent to creation?”
Verafia glanced at the young man beside her.
She couldn’t help but recall what Ighet had once told her: that Fatter had colluded with the Abyssal Church, and that he had left his shadow on this land of elves. Verafia’s heart had previously speculated on his intentions, but now, the Fatter who appeared before her, shaping life with magic…
“Could it be that he’s here for the Life Goddess?”
Verafia instinctively raised her golden eyes, only to find Fatter’s gaze also falling upon her. He opened his mouth with a click, the firelight in his eye sockets burning brightly. Even the cold, gray flames couldn’t conceal the blazing heat within.
“However, how can those mortals be compared to you? Such noble life! Even if you haven’t returned to the perfection of your former divine form, and are so tender, you still make my soul tremble!”
Fatter laughed excitedly. “So, you appeared before me—rather than Lott, Miss Verafia, it is you, as you are now, that I have longed to see!”
The voice that reached her caused Verafia’s eyelashes to tremble. She suddenly understood what she had overlooked. Even if this Fatter was truly here for the Life Goddess, if he encountered her, who was once a deity herself, would he not have covetous intentions? Moreover, Dylan had said earlier that he had brought “interesting existences” to the Magic Monarch, clearly intending to offer her to Fatter.
“Hey, Fatter, wait!”
Verafia hurriedly shouted, but her only response was the Magic Monarch’s greedy gaze. He cackled eerily, and in the next instant, the magical radiance of the entire sky was tinged with gray and white, like a stormy sea, descending to engulf the figures of the young girl and her companions!
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“This is… the Human Magic King, Fatter? Why is he here? Could it be because of young Ain and Mr. Ighet?”
The surging ocean of magic was visible for thousands of meters. The emerald eyes of the Saint Rank Knight Lorainta reflected the sky that seemed to be completely covered, filled with panic. Beside the elf knight was only the dwarf Saint Rank, Gavin.
Fearing that Ighet and the others might encounter trouble, Lorainta and Gavin, after the battle in the stronghold, did not rest at all. They didn’t even wait for their accompanying army and rushed to the agreed-upon town of Fluorodella overnight. However, what greeted their eyes were fleeing elf refugees, a destroyed elf town, and the terrifying magical light of the Magic Monarch, which was now almost enveloping the entire sky.
The scene was more than Lorainta could bear to look at. She was by no means weak among the Saint Ranks, but even from a thousand meters away, the sensation Fatter’s descending magic brought was one of instinctive fear. Even she wouldn’t be able to escape such an attack. But thinking of that human youth named Ighet, and the little girl in his embrace who stirred ripples of life, Lorainta bit her lip, revealing a hint of unwillingness. It was like a ray of hope within reach, only to be shattered in an instant, bringing despair.
“Miss Lorainta, look, what is that—”
The hurried voice of the dwarf warrior suddenly sounded by her ear. Lorainta’s pupils lifted. The entire sky was shrouded in endless magical brilliance, like a collapsing angry sea, with an immeasurable surging power cascading down. However, as if with a soft sigh, like the sound of a stringed instrument, in Lorainta’s incredulously widened eyes, in the distance, specks of crystalline fluorescent light converged, forming a hazy but elegantly tall phantom. She snapped off a branch of the sacred tree, endless life gathered, and with a slender hand like a beautifully curved tree spear, she gently lifted it. Then, the tree spear sliced across the entire sky. The flowing light of endless life’s green shot into the ocean of magic, and in an instant, a roar sounded. The life spear struck the Magic Monarch’s figure. The light and shadow of the tree spear shattered. Rain of life’s light sprinkled down, and green light stained Fatter’s shattered crystalline body.
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This chapter is not written well at all… I write a sentence and then delete it. It’s too frustrating.
