Chapter 89 After the War

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While the saint was summarizing her defeat, Luke had already reached the side of the feather pen at the fastest speed.

"Are you okay?"

Most of the mist line in the feather pen's hand was broken, and the power of the old devil's self-detonation was no weaker than a nuclear bomb.

Fortunately, the Necromancer's ability allowed him to forcibly counter-control at the last moment, successfully gaining two seconds of movement time.

The backlash cost him a heavy price. Two finger bones under the black gloves were directly shattered, and through the bloody hole on the chest, one could almost see the internal organs.

Facing Lujia's anxious face, he pointed at his chest and forced a smile: "Does it feel like the first time we met?"

'Open your heart'.

Luke's last attack consumed most of his magic power, and his condition was not much better.

Because of the cold air released by the Tree of Life, most of the scales on the patchwork clothes have been damaged.

One was extremely weak, and the other's heart was almost visible. It really was like their first meeting.

Luke was so angry that he laughed. He tried to stop the bleeding while trembling, and cursed: "You still have the energy to think about these things. It seems that you have a tough life."

Harder than his.

A joke took away most of the energy.

The turbid air in the sky gradually dissipated, and the feather pen's field of vision became increasingly narrow.

His fingers had lost their previous flexibility, and he rested his forehead against Luke's neck and whispered, "I'll rest for a while."

Just for a moment.

Listening to this setting that sounded like a will, Lujia treated him nervously while giving him a warm warning: "If you don't wake up, I will host a large-scale dating show on the Internet tomorrow."

“Perhaps, have you ever heard of If You Are the One?”

He has never spoken so fast.

"The show will find a bunch of male and female guests, completely breaking the traditional way of making friends."

Breaking with tradition? Marriage and dating.

The feather pen couldn't close its eyes: "..."

It only takes a moment to stand up again.

This scene seemed extremely ironic to the enemy troops who were being evacuated.

To these races born on the Holy Demon Continent, you tell them that there was a low-level magician who grew up to be a great magician with the help of a necromancer known for his brutal style.

Although they have been together for less than a year, they are truly in love.

This is not a fairy tale, but a magical story.

So when the saint's life was about to end, she was still unable to accept the reality.

What she didn't know was that her thinking was correct, and Alex had indeed tried to force Luke to sign a low-level blood contract.

However, the trajectory of fate is always unexpected, just like love, it is completely illogical and unreasonable.

Right now, the Saint is at the end of her strength, and the power of the highest priest and other clergy is also declining along with the Tree of Life. The Elf King and the old monster who came over immediately flew into the sky.

The demon general is not worth mentioning. The biggest threat right now is only one -

Devil.

When three peerless masters attack at the same time, even the Demon King cannot resist.

That arrogant face turned somewhat hideous at this moment.

Death was nothing to him, but failing to kill two birds with one stone and not knowing where he went wrong was what the devil could not accept.

He did not recite any defensive spells. His bloodshot pupils darkened and he peeled off the outer shell of the space like peeling skin and bones.

"Don't give him the chance to attack!" The Elf King's expression changed.

Given the Demon King's character, he would definitely create a space explosion and drag them down with him.

Below, no one noticed the strange smile on the lips of a dying man.

The saint looked at the fallen highest priest and her lips moved silently a few times.

Before the power completely faded, two white figures turned into lightning at the same time, one rushed towards the altar and the other rushed into the sky.

The elven elder was the first to notice the abnormality and shot the arrow straight forward.

Luke on the other side also saw it, but he didn't have the extra magic power to chase after it. In fact, just in case, some elves were guarding around him and Quill to prevent them from being attacked.

"Something's strange." Luke remembered that when he used the ball of faith light to bombard the altar, he successfully prevented the inscription from being activated, but the altar itself was not shattered in the explosion beam.

This doesn't make sense.

A soldier who was obviously brought by the Demon King suddenly said, "Stop him! That altar was originally used by the Holy See to defend against the Demon King. It is definitely not simple."

Luke didn't have time to see who was notifying him, as everything on the field happened in a flash.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the surrounding Holy Court soldiers jumped into the altar one after another, and their miserable howlings were so terrifying that people could only shudder.

Time briefly froze again.

Under the sacrificial spell, the body of the saint in the sky shattered, and the white light that turned into light scattered around the devil, saving him from time stop.

"Take the altar away." Her tone was somewhat ferocious and resentful: "I want them all to pay the price."

The echo of unwillingness floated in the air, but in fact there was one more word that the saint had not said.

Worst case scenario, she wanted the three of them to be "reunited" underground.

After the words were spoken, the soul completely dissipated.

Taking these few breaths, the devil forcibly tore open the space and came to the altar.

Just a few tenths of a second away from him, a ferret suddenly jumped out of the air.

The saint was worried about the demon's spatial ability, so he had the ferrets ambush him and start spitting out chess pieces from a distance.

Beep beep beep.

It was like a machine gun, but unfortunately the Demon King had his back to it and couldn't help Luke attack the opponent's weakest point.

There was no time to chant defensive spells at all. The wings behind the demon king were covered in blood and the damage was comparable to Luke's.

This was the most embarrassing moment in his life.

He did not pause for a moment, his blood wings expanded and contracted, and after collecting the altar, he entered the space crack at the speed of light.

The moment the time stop ended, the Elf King's beam followed closely, the space crack closed, and the Demon King's figure disappeared.

The tracking arrow was half a beat late after all.

The Elf King frowned.

"Don't feel sorry." The saint looked serious, but his tone was gentle. "The aura on the chess piece cannot be erased. We will find him sooner or later."

The previous serious injury cannot be recovered in a short period of time.

He turned his gaze toward the tree of life.

The white frost in the sky was dissipating little by little, and the space dominated by the Tree of Life was collapsing.

The counterattack before death is the most terrifying. Two powerful tree souls are engaged in the most primitive beast game.

During this period, one third of the area of ​​the Tree of Wisdom was frozen by frost, not to mention the Tree of Life. After being cut bald by Luke's two swords, it became bald and much weaker.

It is only a matter of time before it is completely eroded.

The saint said: "To liberate the souls of the dead and digest the energy, the Wisdom Tree will probably need a long transition period to complete these two tasks."

There was a rare look of joy in the Elf King's green eyes, and he nodded.

This wait is definitely worth it. After the Tree of Wisdom successfully absorbs it, it will be enough to support the elves for the next thousand years.

A faint golden light suddenly appeared in the distance.

Where the golden light shone, a magic circle appeared under the feet of Luke, who had excessively depleted his magic power.

There was no thunder tribulation, no earth-shattering event, he was quietly upgrading and breaking through to become a true legendary magician.

“…”

"The tree of wisdom is giving back to him." The old monster in the Stone City saw through the trick.

It's more than just repaying the kindness.

The strong power of faith of the Tree of Wisdom was transmitted through the tree core given to Luke, helping him to break through the most difficult chasm on the road to becoming a legendary magician.

Under the gaze of several powerful men, Lujia's cheeks finally regained color.

The pharmacist is treating Quill.

Luke stood up with a stagger and weak legs. After making sure that the feather pen did not damage his foundation, he raised his head and without even slowing down, rushed directly to the place where the saint disappeared.

Only broken swords and clothes were left on the ground. Luke tried to find their fragments and gather them all together.

He looked so anxious and helpless.

The Sword of the Sage should have followed its instinct to devour the sword left by the Saint, but now, contrary to its usual behavior, it just hung quietly in the air and gently patted the boy's back, as if to comfort him.

The old monster sighed, unable to bear to watch this scene, and turned to track down a fleeing prince.

Even though it has come to a life-and-death situation, the blood relationship cannot be severed. How could the child not be in pain and sad?

The Holy Court Army sacrificed themselves, and the demon generals scattered like birds and beasts. From afar, the human army could be seen entering.

The saint and the Elf King went to try to help him find the remains of the saint.

His face was full of the message: We are here, no need to worry.

Lujia said without even looking up: "Be careful with the ground, don't step on it. It's hard to repair in the first place."

repair?

The saint obviously used a sacrificial spell at the end. Frankly speaking, it would be a miracle to have one or two remains. How could they be repaired?

"Your mother's remains..."

"A mandarin duck jade pendant." Lujia looked like a rag collector, searching the ground for scraps.

The mandarin duck jade pendant, a token of love that is highlighted in "My Demon Father", allows the wearer to sense the location of both parties.

The saint simply annihilated herself, but the objects around her were still there, they were just broken.

If we can find the fragments, we can ask the dwarves to help repair and use it. Finding the Demon King is definitely much more specific and faster than tracking his breath.

The Saint, the Elf King, and the Sword of the Sage were all silent.

Luke's wings were severely damaged, and he outsourced his filial piety: "Then I'll leave it to you."

Then he asked the pharmacist to check him again to make sure there were no hidden diseases.

“…”

You have broken through to become a legendary magician, and can kill a million cows with one punch. What harm can that have to do to you?

Quill had regained some consciousness now, and was equally worried: "What about mentally?"

At the last moment they forcibly severed the contract. Although it was an equal contract, it is better to be safe than sorry.

Luke: "Yes, check us all."

The senior pharmacist twitched his lips and said, "I swear to God that you are mentally healthy."

Lujia finally felt relieved, and finally used the photo stone to record the place where the saint disappeared and the demon king disappeared: "While the popularity is still there, I will go back and reprint "My Demon King Father"."

Paying the copyright fees to the fallen soldiers is a way of showing filial piety and helping their spirits in heaven to do good things.

Quill said nothing, just looked at him with your overly kind eyes.

The pharmacist couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he flew away from the two of them.

Spring is almost over, and the holy city is experiencing a true thaw.

Light descended from the sky, and after countless years, the sun finally shone on this space again.

In the distance, the once majestic holy temple is now only left with broken walls and ruins. The army is doing the final cleanup, and the Tree of Life is now less than the thickness of a carved pillar.

The blood of the corpses spread on the ground, the wounded were carried away for treatment, the Warcraft and Dylan who came communicated with each other in a unique language, and Admiral Carol nearby was reporting to the Saint on the casualties in the previous battle in the inner court.

There was much to do after the war.

Everyone around him dispersed, and during the time he was alone, Luke looked at this scene and felt as if he was in another world.

The potion that had been sprinkled on the wings earlier was taking effect and began to sting. He came to his senses and remembered the demon soldier who had just reminded him.

The other party was not liquidated, but walked over with a swagger: "Good day, sir."

As the disguise is removed, the identity is revealed.

This demon, who was first Lillian's demon and later the saint's demon, recently succeeded in blending in with the soldiers brought by the prince and acting as a triple agent.

Luke looked at him deeply, and for the first time he sincerely admired a demon, and asked casually:

"Have you seen Lillian recently?"

"The lady is busy recording the glorious deeds of the soldiers." Only when they are recorded can they be remembered.

Luke nodded, his wings felt painful and itchy, as if the itch was running through the root canals to his lungs.

He coughed and said, "Go find the soldiers in the backfield and use the photo stone to take photos, and then compile it into a documentary."

What should be remembered should be remembered, and what should be nailed to the pillar of shame should be nailed to the pillar of shame.

There were many people around who needed to be interviewed, so the reporter quickly went to other places to work.

Quill was still sitting on the ground with one leg bent. He was awake, but love had not yet made him walk upright.

Lujia took the initiative to sit beside him, looking up at the sky and enjoying the sunshine for a moment.

Racial nature.

The feather pen had been buried in the ground for a long time and had never missed the sun. Now that they were sitting side by side, he used the word "beautiful" to describe the sun for the first time.

"The Demon King has been defeated, and you will soon become the new backbone of the Demon Realm."

Quill turned his face to the side, his light-colored eyes shone with a gentle light: "With the reputation of slashing the Tree of Life with the sword, there will be a steady stream of people who admire the strong and gather their faith in you."

Becoming a god is just around the corner.

Luke didn't say much, but gently held his sunken hand bones and basked in the sunshine together.

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A lot of things happened that day, and when Luke was already very tired, more people continued to arrive.

The first to arrive at the main battlefield were medical personnel, followed by more frontline reporters.

The saint did not block the reporting, but asked the army to send a specialist to proactively contact and respond to some questions.

In the following days, the media revealed the dark side of the Holy See in detail for the first time, and trainee priests also came forward one by one to talk about how the Holy See had tried to instigate them to commit suicide.

The Holy See has accumulated prestige for a long time, and when these things were exposed in the past, there were always people who came out to whitewash and refute them, but now there is almost unanimous agreement.

Those literary youths on the Xinghuo platform even dug up their previous remarks to prove their foresight.

The topic #破神# once again topped the hot searches.

Just as Luke hoped, the remnants of the old forces could not be ignited at all. Even if they wanted to raise the banner of restoring the Holy See, they could not find many people willing to respond to the call.

News reporters from all races rushed to interview and report on this war of the century. Both the human leaders and the elves praised Luke highly.

"Traveling millions of miles to disperse the main force of the Holy See", "The style of the ancestor of mankind, two swords chop down the tree of life", "The love affair is confirmed! Live on the scene hand in hand"...

The soldiers were originally planning to shoot a battlefield documentary, so they took the opportunity to give a close-up shot of the last hand-holding scene.

Along with the romance gossip, another piece of news began to spread like wildfire: the mysterious man dating Luke is suspected to be the biggest loser in history - Alex!

Since there has been no positive response from any senior executives, the authenticity of this matter cannot be confirmed at present.

There was a lot of discussion among the people, but because the Necromancers were good at manipulation and were a race that specialized in targeting souls, many things people only dared to say in their hearts.

Despite this, related obscure terms continue to rotate on the hot searches.

#The man without a doubt#

#The mainland's shadow reappears#

#Real or fake#

On the other hand, since the Demon Mine incident had not been dealt with yet, Luke only took a short break for half a week and got up again to prepare for his career.

He first discussed the distribution of post-war resources with the saint, and then flew directly back to the Demon Realm with Feather Pen in the beast cart.

The griffin was flying high in the air, the feather pen bones had recovered well, it was leaning against the wall of the car, playing with a ball of misty energy in its hands.

"There's more negative energy coming in now than when the network was down."

Luke was very calm when he heard this: "Because it's normal for celebrities to fall in love."

I have to say that the timing of the news disclosure was just right.

The power of the Holy See has collapsed, and the public's sense that power cannot be encroached upon is eroding with the rise of the Internet.

"Comparison breeds tolerance." The Holy See could commit so many scandals, but a necromancer who used to advocate war did not bring much sense of crisis.

Luke suddenly realized that Alex had been committed to unifying the continent by force. In addition to his strength, disgust, fear, and dread were probably the nutrients he needed for his cultivation.

Just as he was about to turn his head to confirm, he found that the range of the turbid energy in the quill hand was expanding.

The birds around were dodging sensitively. After reading too many comments wishing for a breakup, the feather pen began to feel murderous intent.

"What exactly are they dissatisfied with?"

Strictly speaking, Luke only appeared in two movies, and as for Forge the God, his role was only a few minutes.

The reason why it has attracted nationwide attention is that it has been instrumental in the birth of the Internet and the magic writing profession. When faced with some very unpleasant remarks, Feather Pen naturally feels that they are being unreasonable.

Luke was thinking about how to change the subject when Quill suddenly gave him a polite smile.

"What do you think would happen if the cultivation secrets were directly announced?"

Luke was startled: "What?"

"Tell them I can use negative emotions to become powerful."

"...Those who wish for a breakup will become the foundation for me to become a god. They get angry, but they have to remind themselves not to get angry, otherwise I will get the advantage twice. However, the hatred arises from the heart, and it is not affected by will, and they are still powerless and furious. In the end..."

Quill reached out and linked his fingers with Luka's: "We can only watch as we hold hands on the other side and both become gods."

Luke: “…”

Shut up.

The crime of being a toxic fan shouldn't be this serious!

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Excerpt from the Quill Diary:

I casually changed the community signature: All moments of opposition are paving the way for our eternity.

Visitor: Luke’s diary is all about career, why is it all about emotions? [question mark]

The devil doesn't have much of a role, so there's no need to pay attention to him [smirk]. There's mainly a foreshadowing that hasn't been resolved, and he serves as a trigger for becoming a god. The next two cards will take care of some unfinished business - a hundred random celebratory red envelopes will be dropped [hearts]

I’d like to recommend a post by my gay friend about fighting zombies: “I don’t want to be this strategist! ”, she is almost finished [Sunglasses]

What is a slave of three surnames?

Ever since I was regarded as the best strategist in the world by the charlatan, I have been forced to follow five bosses!

The first boss was brutal and cruel, and would chop people to death if he was not satisfied! I tell the king that you must never do this. He who wins the hearts of the people will win the world!

He didn't listen and wanted to chop me.

I sent him off.

The second boss appears to be righteous and moral, but he keeps a record of everyone's misdeeds behind their backs. He won't listen to any advice and makes things difficult for others everywhere.

I said that it was inappropriate for Your Majesty to do so. An emperor should have a broad mind and be consistent in his words and deeds.

He didn't listen and even made things difficult for me.

I sent him off.

The third boss didn't have any major problems, but he was stingy.

Very stingy.

I say to the king, at least the soldiers should be well fed and the counselors should be paid well. If you are too stingy, it won't last long.

He didn't listen, and wanted to get it for free without paying me!

I sent him off.

I was exhausted and eager to retreat to the mountains.

But I was "asked to leave" again.

Fortunately, this lord looks good! Be able to fight and carry, be respectful to others, and pay enough!

I thought I had finally found a wise master to take care of me in my old age, but my boss ended up marrying a woman who went crazy on the first day of their wedding night and the next day.

Damn, he's a love-brained man!

I tried to persuade him to focus on his career, but he wouldn't listen.

And said I don’t understand love.

I sent him and his wife away.

So far, I have had four bosses, and there is a legend in the world that I will fight anyone I meet.

I am frustrated and angry! Is this what I want? ! Isn't it the case that if you guys don't follow my orders, your house will be destroyed! !

I don't want to be a counselor! !

As I packed my bags cursing but feeling relieved and ready to lie down and go home, my donkey's tail was grabbed.

I turned back angrily!

Another worker who had been following me said to me sincerely, "Follow me again, social animal."

This sinister guy actually secretly took over all the teams of the first four kings!

I want to fuck him.

But he is experienced and has no problem making mistakes, and he also has a little love for me.

...It didn't work.

Finally, I became the best strategist in the world, and whoever I followed would conquer the world.

PS: It’s free to speak.