The beginning of the story

The Monster Lord's expression was uglier than ever. He felt that his power was being weakened. Those gods were suppressing the pollution in the human body in their own way, transforming them from bloodline people into some new professionals whose details he didn't even know.

He laughed in anger, his expression gloomy: "You did very well, very well."

The silver-haired young man wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his face extremely pale. The black-haired girl fell beside him. Mason had previously cut off the connection with the vest, leaving only Canaan and Oreius. All the remaining mental energy was invested in cutting down the world tree.

The greedy monster was still devouring the black mist. The Monster Lord quickly calmed down. This was not his home ground. There was no point in wasting time. The evil spirit was like a killer. No one would release it unless necessary.

However, there is still a long way to go.

What determines victory or defeat is not a single battle, but a long-planned plan.

The world is changing. He looked at Canaan deeply and left with Yunmu. The latter did not stop him. When the breath of the monster lord completely disappeared from his perception, the silver-haired young man knelt on the ground exhausted.

With his trembling right hand, he grasped the evil spirit and slowly stuffed it into his abdomen. Every struggle would make the silver-haired young man sweat coldly, until the evil spirit unwillingly fell into a deep sleep, and then everything finally stopped.

The Lord of Monsters withdrew, and the World Tree was rebuilt. The gods in the sky fell to the ground, and the artifacts that could kill the evil gods were also carefully put away.

Mason closed his eyes. He had experienced so much during this period that he dared not even stop for a moment. An invisible whip whipped his spine, urging him to move forward tirelessly. It seemed that stopping for a second would cause a disaster. And now, all the hard work has been rewarded.

Of course, there are still many things to do. He has to deal with church affairs, observe the movements of the Noble Association, and deal with the subsequent reaction of the Monster Lord... but that is all for later.

Now he listened to the rustling of leaves of the World Tree and fell into a tired sleep.

…

Mason hadn't slept this long in a long, long time.

He had a dream in which there was a chopped-down tree stump.

He is closely connected to the pulse of the world, and as history progresses, a young tree gradually grows from the stump.

I don't know when it started, but the little tree blossomed and bore fruit with great difficulty, bearing the heavy weight of a fruit. After the fruit matured, mist gradually seeped out from the roots and condensed into a solid object.

This fruit was picked by a cloud of mist and then crushed. The inside of the fruit is not flesh, but vast energy.

The tree immediately trembled, emitting a strong repulsion, and directly drove the opponent out of this place. The mist did not persist, but took the opportunity to plunder some of the energy and wrapped the opponent back to the world outside the tree.

This is a world where humans, as old creatures, linger on, while the Black Mist, as a newborn, thrives. The Black Mist is boundless, and its core will stands in front of a huge crack, tirelessly collecting all kinds of souls.

At first, He searched for every soul aimlessly. Those that were unusable were thrown into the world, and those that were usable were kept. However, those that were useful could not be integrated with energy at all.

He finally realized that if he wanted to receive the energy of the fruit of the World Tree, he had to choose the most ordinary human being. If the other person was a little bit different, he would be rejected by this world. The anchor and the carrier were both indispensable. By the time he realized this, he had already failed countless times.

So He searched and searched, and finally found an ordinary soul.

It had no special powers, and died at the right time. When its soul was about to dissolve, it was captured by the Monster Lord. He led it to this world, and then split it into two halves, swallowed one half, and kneaded these powers with the remaining half and threw it into the world.

The two merged together, and under His gaze, they drifted to the battlefield where the battle was taking place. Here was the mother body that the Monster Lord had already chosen. No one could see that the black mist had penetrated into the other's body.

The young Faile suddenly felt a little unwell. She covered her stomach and her face turned pale. But facing a group of monsters, she had no time to think too much and hurriedly threw herself into commanding the battle.

The soul that the monster master carefully set up merged with the fetus in his body. After more than ten years of fusion, one day, the soul finally awakened.

Then everything was on track. The power from the World Tree merged with the soul to create a unique miracle.

He is an ordinary person, but he has inherited the power of the first fruit of the New World Tree. He is not the soul of this world, but he was born here as a newborn.

When the soul and body were completely integrated, the panicked human struggled, and his memory remained at the moment of his death. After he calmed down completely, he realized that he was no longer in the original world.

——He became a completely new person.

When the dream scene stayed at this moment, Mason opened his eyes.

In front of him was a gorgeous ceiling, with low hanging curtains blocking his view. He moved and struggled to look out the window. It took him a while to recognize that this was the Duke's Mansion. When he came to this conclusion, he suddenly felt relieved. There must be someone waiting for him here.

Sure enough. Half an hour later, the door was opened from the outside. The blond knight was stunned when he entered the room, and his face burst into intense joy. He walked quickly to the bedside, looking excited: "My Lord Duke, you are awake. You have been in a coma for half a month."

"I'm sorry to have worried you."

Mason pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a weak smile. If he were to ask who he trusted the most in the entire Partington, it would undoubtedly be the person in front of him. The Luo family would consider the conflict of interests, and Violet needed to take care of the entire Chamber of Commerce, so Bai might be delayed for various reasons.

But as long as Ronald promised to do something, he would do his best to do it. Before he died, he would never let anyone step into this place.

Speaking of this, it is time to strengthen everyone. The power of the stars descending on the earth is a far better choice than the bloodline.

His thoughts were wandering, but it did not stop Mason from asking himself about what happened when he was unconscious.

From Ronald, he learned what happened next.

After that, the Nobles Association found them about 50 kilometers from Partington and took them away by the Luo family.

The Luo family did not make it public and sent him back secretly. The rest of the vests were resting in the Luo family.

However, among the remaining vests, there is actually only one Aurelius.

As a god, Canaan could not stay in the human world forever. The moment he passed through the portal, he was lifted up by the power and returned to the kingdom of God.

Gloria also failed to land at the correct location and was separated midway. Only Oleus and himself landed successfully. Afterwards, the exhausted portal fell into a deep sleep.

Mason initially sensed and confirmed that several vests were under sensing, but they were temporarily out of control due to his drowsiness. Since they were not dead, the rest of the things could be solved. He was so tired that he simply put the matter of retrieving the vests aside for the time being.

"What is the current situation of the Bloodline people?"

“That’s what I wanted to tell you.”

Speaking of this, Ronald's expression became more serious. "During the time you were away, there was an unprecedented meteor shower. After that, many people had adverse reactions and are now in a coma. Most of them are ordinary people, including some low-level bloodline people. Bloodline people above level C have no reaction at present. The sick people in Partington City have been centralized and managed, and specialized pharmacists and medical bloodline people have been dispatched. If the disease is confirmed to be contagious, these people will most likely be treated."

"Symptoms are present in all parties, including our own. The South, the West, and the Association are all awaiting your orders, Your Excellency."

"What does the Noble Association say?"

"The association suspected that this was a conspiracy by the followers of the Black Mist. They came to inquire about our situation, but were fooled by No. 3. However, they did not give up. No. 3 often saw surveillance personnel wandering outside."

This is understandable. After all, the power of the noble association is based on the bloodline system. Once a bloodline mutates, it will completely change the world.

But this happens to be necessary.

To defeat the Monster Lord, you must completely overthrow your reliance on the Black Mist and create a new career system.

This is bound to provoke a counterattack from the aristocratic associations.

This is a road destined to be full of blood and gore.

Mason coughed softly and said slowly, "Don't worry, Ronald, just make sure everyone is prepared. This is the clarion call of a new era, not a disease or a curse. It is a treasure passed down from the old times to today, and it is also our weapon to defeat the black fog."

"Understood. I'll convey your message later."

Ronald poured Mason a glass of water and asked in a gentle voice, "My Lord Duke, are you going back to the territory to celebrate the Edelweiss Festival this year? The two viscounts will also be back by then. This year's Edelweiss Festival will definitely be very lively."

Mason was stunned for a moment, then he realized that it was the end of autumn again. This year's Edelweiss Festival was only two or three months away.

There were so many things that happened in the past year that he was so busy that he had no time to think about them. Thinking about it this way, he had been in this world for a long time.

Mason thought, looking up and meeting the worry in the knight's eyes. The blond knight bent down and tucked the quilt for him. His tone was light and slow. The metal armor collided with each other, making a slight but not annoying sound. Just like Ronald himself, it had a reassuring weight.

"You didn't attend the Snow Melt Festival last year. Instead, you were in the west opening up territory. Everyone in the new city missed you."

"The wheat fields in the south are now very vast and have become a famous sight. I believe you will be amazed when you see them. They are the result of the hard work of the people in the territory. Today, the new city is the most glorious city in the south and will definitely not disappoint you."

Mason laughed dumbly: "Ronald, you seem to have said something similar to me before. Should I change it? I remember you said the same thing when I went back to participate in the Edelweiss Festival."

"Is that so?"

Ronald smiled a little embarrassedly. "I'm not good at saying this. I hope you don't mind my clumsiness. Compared with the West, the South is indeed more plain. Compared with Partington, it's not so magnificent, but it will always be waiting for you to come back."

"Do I look like someone who likes to hang out?"

"That's not the case. You always have your eyes on the distant, so we can never catch up. At the beginning, I could still stay by your side, but now, there are already many people staying by your side. It's inevitable that I worry about being left behind."

He did not use any exaggerated description, only the most common language. His blue eyes were like the ocean, and Mason's expression could not help but soften. He always respected this knight who had taken good care of him from the beginning.

"I know. I will go back this year. Don't worry. I know who I am and what I am doing."

"That's great, everyone will be happy. You just woke up, do you want something to eat?"

"Excuse me."

Only after watching Ronald leave did Mason's expression return to its usual calmness. He looked out the window with no emotion, his profile as silent as a sculpture. No one could tell what he was thinking.

After a while, he closed his eyes and divided his mental energy into a vest.