Chapter 224: Weaving Music and Creating Magic Plants

Symphony, as one of Croa's trump cards, although it is music composed of pure magic, the visual effect is also not bad.

The moment Croa played and performed the symphony, his robe, which was filled with clear blue starlight, flew out one note after another, interweaving and combining.

It was like a long scroll that was suddenly pushed open by a force, and inside it were countless magical patterns, various emotional figures and patterns, people, elves, magical beasts, and magical plants.

It even included the Atlantis Sea, the northern land, and the rushing Telai River... in short, everything that Kroa collected.

Clearly, he was the only one playing the music, but it seemed as if countless people and countless creatures suddenly appeared and together formed an entire huge orchestra playing the instrument.

Even the radiance of the Angel of the Lyre was suppressed at this moment, and the painting belonging to Croa spread out like wings covering the sky and the sun.

The Angel of the Lyre showed a very obvious look of surprise, and a hint of hidden nostalgia.

A long, long time ago, He had also heard such a great music, which included the great music of all things in the world.

He did not move at all, and was instantly struck by the unfolding picture of the symphony.

The piano music, which had never stopped, suddenly stopped, and the sunset glow was instantly covered by the light of the symphony.

The massive magic power coordinated by the symphony and the divine power of the Angel of the Lyre did not conflict violently. Instead, they were assimilating the latter's power, just like this all-encompassing painting.

Even the Angel of the Lyre, a divine messenger created by the Creator, will be assimilated by the scroll and become a part of the symphony.

This is the most terrifying thing about the symphony.

Everything is a movement in a symphony.

After releasing the symphony, even Croa fell into a state of exhaustion. He barely continued to play and raised his head to look at the Angel of the Piano.

This is already one of his most powerful offensive magics.

If this still doesn't work, then he can only indulge his magic power and turn the gentle sunlight into the dazzling light of destruction.

The figure of the Angel of the Harp quietly emerged in the symphony. He did not resist too much, but allowed his figure to leave its mark in the music scroll.

It was a mark of an angel wearing a robe and holding a harp.

This meant that the symphony had indeed caused Him harm, but the harm was not enough.

"Do you really want me to transform..." Chloe sighed softly.

But the Angel of the Lyre spoke:

"Son of man."

The voice had a gentle timbre that was indistinguishable between male and female. Every rise and fall seemed to be playing a gorgeous piece of music, which was transmitted directly into the mind. Only Cloya could hear it.

“This is a beautiful piece of music.”

"I am willing to leave my mark in your music for you to use. It is a pleasant experience and allows my power to live forever in the music."

"But I'm sorry, I still can't stop my mission."

"From the moment I descended, the pulse of the earth has begun to move."

"But I will invite you to play with me."

His body shrank rapidly, from a towering body of more than 20 meters in height to a body of only two meters in height, and came in front of Kloya.

The Angel of the Lyre stretched out his hand: "Come, let us play the music of the earth together and convey what you want to express to the sleeping Mother Earth."

"I'm transferring my responsibilities to you."

"Do what you want to do."

Croix looked at His hand and shook it without hesitation.

He was already very satisfied with the result. Even if he was special, it would be unbelievable for him to defeat God's angel at level five.

At this moment, the platinum halo around him quickly disappeared, and finally turned into a voice that echoed in his mind -

"Compose your music."

Croix kept these words firmly in his heart and went to the sky with the angel.

Endless holy light and extremely terrifying rosy magic power washed over his body, but were repelled by the robe filled with starlight and three circles of different colors.

The angel, who had taken out the harp again, gestured to him - meaning, he should start.

This was certainly a big challenge for Croa, but he did not back down. Instead, he was very excited.

In the past he would always make sure everything was perfectly safe before trying again, but now he suddenly had to play like this, which was like dancing on a tightrope. The dangerous but exciting feeling made his adrenaline surge.

He took a deep breath and began to play.

"The Earth Trembles at the Time of Advent".

Of course, Kloya didn't know some of the legends in the Church of Mother Earth. This music was actually played when the earth was harmed and when people were about to suffer a doomsday disaster.

The consciousness of the Mother Earth will begin to repair the damaged earth and comfort the people who are struggling in despair in the disaster.

However, when Croa began to play with his magic, the warm light of the sun replaced the earth's divine power that was about to appear with low and solemn music.

It's like a person who is sleeping and feels a group of people beside him begging him to wake up, but suddenly the sound stops and is replaced by warm but not scorching sunlight.

This kind of warm sunlight that makes you slightly sweaty is the most comfortable to sleep in.

So this person simply turned over, muttered a few words, left things to the sunlight, and continued to sleep.

This is the situation now: although the divine power from the earth will still be gathered according to the mission of the Angel of the Lyre, the method and way of gathering has changed from the Angel of the Lyre to Croa.

Croa knew the mission of His coming: to repair the cracks in the earth and fill Miffin with holy light, so that he could become the body of the next messenger of God who could come to the world and live forever.

Honestly, these tasks are quite troublesome.

This is the mission for which He was called, and it cannot be changed.

If he wanted to make a change, Croa had to rack his brains to think of ways to achieve his goal without hurting his friends.

"Well, first look at the Oak of Orpheus."

Things have their priorities.

He decided to check on the Oak of Orpheus first.

However, when he saw the scene deep in the earth, he was completely stunned -

Deep underground, the huge crack was surrounded by wooden boards of the Orpheus Oak Ship, each one illuminated by the blue magic light.

It has completely disintegrated. There are no more formed magic patterns on the wooden board, only some scattered and fragmented magic that cannot be pieced together.

One can see some liquid like sea water slowly gathering into the cracks, which contains powerful natural magic and... the consciousness of the oak tree.

"!!!"

Croix, who sensed this scene through the magic of the piano music, was stunned. Sadness surged in his heart. He did not expect that even if he came in person, he could not prevent the death of the Orpheus Oak.

Even the eternal magic he engraved had entered into the wound-like crack in the ground, which meant that the soul of the Orpheus Oak had also entered.

The horrific scar was slowly healed by the natural consciousness of the Atlantis Sea and the magic power accumulated by the oak tree for six hundred years, but the magic power overflowing from it did not weaken in the slightest.

The Angel of the Qin sensed that Kloya was stunned and reminded him, "Son of Man, the little one who harvests spiritual energy."

"I know." Cloya put aside his sorrow temporarily and focused on guiding the magic that permeated the earth.

He was so focused that he didn't even notice that he only had a tiny bit of golden magic power left. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to feel the power at all.

This power extends not to the depths of the earth, but to... the underworld.

…

The magic power that was gathered into Miffyne's body layer by layer became gentler from the violent cramming infusion at the beginning, first restoring the former's physical strength and magic power.

Then, as if on cue he was casting a spell, they gathered into the shape of ears of wheat and floated gently.

"You are, Chloe?"

Mi Feiyin was not stupid either, and he noticed this immediately.

Mai Sui nodded immediately.

Then the wheat ears continued to sway, expanding into a miniature wheat field, covering the entire Yavana Holy Mine and the surrounding terrain.

After seeing this scene, Miffin immediately knew what he should do. He took the initiative to accept the power of the earth and light, using his body as a transit station for magic power.

The golden ears of wheat and the white holy light combined and spread out around him. The harvest aura he cast was essentially a variation of the power of the Mother Earth, so of course he could use the power of the Goddess to cast it.

With the help of Kloya, the sunlight that sprinkled from the sky began to clear out the monsters such as bugs and mushroom people that were attacking the various front-line bases, and also turned the earth into golden color.

In the land that was originally covered with blood and desolate gray, the wheat ears formed by the magic of nature stubbornly broke through the soil and revealed new buds.

In just a blink of an eye, the entire underground city where the Yavana Holy Mine was located was covered with wheat fields. Even the most seriously injured people would recover immediately as long as they came into contact with the wheat ears.

Some magic patterns like light bands began to appear around Miffin, which was a sign of the arrival of God's messenger.

Now all the prerequisites have been met and He is about to come.

Without Kloya's help, Miphien would definitely be controlled at this moment. But with Kloya's help, he can release all the magic power of the envoy.

Even if we cannot truly influence the outcome of God's messenger's coming, at least we can do something with His power.

Miphiin's emotions were very stable. He showed no reluctance at all about becoming a vessel for God's messenger. He just tried his best to expand the golden wheat field.

At this time, the Cardinal of the Holy See of Light, who had returned to the ground together with Bevcelis and the bishop, saw this scene.

He looked up at the angel playing the harp in the sky and the young man sitting next to the angel, as if he had seen a devil.

"Are you sure you only summoned the Angel of Joy?" He couldn't help but ask, "Tell me, who is next to Him!"

Two angels!

How could two angels suddenly appear?

And the most terrifying thing is that it seems that another angel takes the dominant position. The brilliant light radiating from him has the warmth of the sun.

The God of Light certainly has the authority of the sun, but among his servants and messengers, only one possesses the power of the sun, and that is the archangel Asclepius.

Logically speaking, they should be happier with the arrival of a divine messenger of this level, but the problem is that this divine messenger...he hates conspiracies and intrigues the most.

Although they were craving for the power of the gods, in a sense, it was indeed a conspiracy, and if it was really Asclepius, he would probably have been killed directly.

So they really didn't dare to make a sound at all, for fear of being noticed. After all, they were able to suppress the Angel of the Lyre and occupy a dominant position, and they also possessed the power of the sun.

Then it can only be Asclepius, right?

…

Although Cloya sensed them through his power, he did not do anything to them. He was trying to coordinate the power in Miffin's body.

Since the coming of God's messenger is an irreversible fact, he must let Miffin take the dominant position, or at least not let the so-called God's messenger occupy his body.

I have already lost one friend, and I absolutely cannot lose a second one.

In order to achieve this goal, he first guided Miffin to use all the magic power of the messenger to maintain the transformation of the surrounding environment. He also thought about all his magic and trump cards, and finally came up with a solution.

That is the spiritual dream.

He wanted to use the divine power of the Mother Goddess of Earth and the power of light to create a dream, a beautiful dream that would make the messenger of God who had come to visit him fall into an eternal sleep.

The dream needs a carrier, a carrier that can contain such enormous power, and it also needs a magical plant or beast that he can imprint.

"It must be an elemental magic plant..."

"I don't have such a powerful magic plant in my current magic plant library, a magic plant that can carry a divine messenger..."

He racked his brains, and finally the spreading wheat fields on the earth reminded him - since there was no such thing, could he create one?

Now that there are so many earth powers and light powers, it shouldn't be difficult to directly raise the energy level of a magic plant to a level that is sufficient to carry the power of a god's messenger, right?

After having this idea, he immediately began to scan the entire earth for magical plants. With the Music of the Earth, he could see all the magical plants in the Yavana Holy Mine.

Finally, he chose a magical plant growing deep in the earth. He waved his hand gently, and the magic power of the earth brought the magical plant to him.

This is a lotus.

Purple water lilies to be exact.

When it was deep in the earth, it kept its buds closed, but after leaving the earth, it quickly opened up to enjoy the sunshine, with petals layered and arranged in an orderly manner.

The lavender color adds a touch of elegance and mystery to it.

The Angel of the Piano had been paying close attention to Kloya's actions and didn't understand why he would take out such a magical plant that was only at level one at most.

What made him even more confused was that Cloya was actually weaving his own magic power into music, mixing it with the divine power of the earth and injecting it into the lotus.

He seems very skilled...

The Angel of the Lyre became more and more curious. Why did Kloya know so much about the properties of earth magic?

Of course, he didn't know that when Kloya was still a first-level wizard, he had already come into contact with the power of the Mother Earth, and even later boldly used the Star Crystal Bottle for research.

He had a deep understanding of the divine power of Mother Earth.

So it is not difficult to do it now. While using the power of the Mother Goddess of Earth to transform the water lily, he is also communicating with it and engraving it.

The engraved content was actually the music he composed himself.

This is his feeling after sleeping for a long time in the embrace of the moon sea and under the sunshine. Combined with the magic of spiritual dream, it will form a new magic -

The purple water lily gradually became translucent, and magic patterns emerged on each of its petals, interweaving and connecting with each other, forming... a dream that could make even the gods' messengers sleep soundly.

It started to play soft music like a music box.

[Engraving completed, unnamed water lily (Cloa's sweet dream)]

[While this demon plant exists, a spiritual dream will be constructed inside it by the "Sweet Dreams of Sound Sleep". During the existence of the dream, all beings that enter it will fall into a deep sleep.]

[This magic is blessed by both the earth and light, and the highest limit is Legend/Lord God's Messenger. ]

【Note: The upper limit is only a reference value. 】

After completing the magic pattern construction of this magic plant, Kloya immediately threw it to Miffin's side.

At this time, an illusory short-haired figure wearing armor appeared behind Miffin and was merging into Miffin's body like morning mist.

This is the process during which the Messenger of God gradually enters the body of a mortal being from the "untouchable sacredness" during the summoning. During this process, He has no self-awareness.

Because the main plane will instinctively reject such high-level existence.

It was at this time that Kloya and Miffin worked together to push the illusory shadow into the blooming petals of the water lily.

The moment He entered, the petals closed instantly.

His coming was not interrupted, but all were guided into the water lily, where they fell into a deep sleep in the spiritual dream created by the earth and the sun.

After recalling the lotus, Kloya continued to use the power of the Mother Earth, which he could still control at the moment, to sublimate and transform the water lily.

He would do his best to make it a truly deep dream from which he would never wake up.

It was not until this time that Kloa finally discovered that his power was an extremely sharp sound, like the sound of swords and weapons on a battlefield.

Just by listening to the voice, he felt as if he was on a battlefield covered by dark clouds, surrounded by knights in iron armor, and in front of him was a land filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Deimos."

The Angel of the Lyre looked at the water lily and said a name.

Cloya looked at him in confusion, not understanding the meaning behind this name. After all, he was not a member of the Vatican.

I don't really have a deep understanding of those star-like pantheons.

The Angel of the Lyre obviously had no intention of explaining.

After saying this, the light on His body gradually dimmed, which meant that His mission had been completed, both the repair of the earth and the coming of God's messenger had been accomplished.

There is only one last thing left to be resolved. After completing this thing, He will leave the main plane and return to his own world.

That is...

"Go, you have healed the scars of the earth. If you don't want to disappoint your friends, go and make a wish to the Mother Earth."

He pushed Cloa.

The piano music and the huge magic circle that had been permeating the dungeon began to weaken, and the divine power of light and the divine power of the earth were gradually returning to silence.

Once Croa truly fulfills his wish to the Mother Earth, He will leave completely.

Everyone stared at the scene in a daze.

Among them, the Cardinal and his entourage were the most devastated.

They clearly sensed the coming of the Son of War, so how come he suddenly disappeared? Did the Angel of the Lyre really complete his mission?

They didn't understand and their bodies were trembling.

Could it be... that Asclepius prevented Deimos from coming?

Then they are in real trouble.

The disappearance of the consciousness of a messenger of God will definitely cause a shock to the Holy See, and they will then be held accountable by the Pope.

Was burned at the stake.

…

The elf Ikaros hid in the treasure of the Orpheus family and watched the entire event.

Of course, he couldn't see through the holy light of the Angel of the Lyre and see Croix's true identity, but just the music was enough for him to gain a lot.

He ignored the sound of Lady Isis's leaf on his body, took out Beoril's leaf, and said respectfully:

"Sir, I tried my best to capture part of the music, but I couldn't capture the essence, so I'm not sure if it will be useful."

"According to your guess, this music of the sun should be able to awaken the laurel tree in the family, right?"

An extremely calm and restrained voice came from the leaves, sounding like that of a gloomy middle-aged man wearing glasses.

"Well done. The fact that the music can record even one ten-thousandth of it is a blessing from our ancestors. This prophecy consumed my strength and caused the little tree to die. I will go to the branches of the oak ancestor to accept punishment.

You should bring the music back and see if you can wake up the laurel tree. If Lady Daphne can wake up from her memories..."

At the end of the conversation, he did not say anything else, but talked about something else: "Ellie might be angry, and that's as she should be. You should give her the sheet music I got from my old friend."

"As for the apostle of the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce, ignore her."

"I foresee that she has rushed to the depths of the earth to obtain the treasure, so let her go."

The voice paused, with a hint of curiosity in it: "I have two doubts. The first is Zugmoi. Why did she suddenly close her country?

The second is the little tree.

Its life does not seem to have completely disappeared.

If it can really come back to life... let it go free.

I used it, and I will atone for my sins over the long years until I meet it again in the world of the dead and begin a thousand-year journey. "

After saying this, the leaves shattered into countless fine gray dust and disappeared with the wind.

Ikaros also disappeared after wiping away his tears. It was not appropriate for him to appear again as people from the Holy See and the Mother Goddess Church should be here soon.

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