Chapter 227
In the newly created safe zone, Denos woke up in a fright, his nightmare repeating itself.
Even though I woke up in the morning, I felt like my whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
"Should I get up now? No, I want to sleep a little longer." He felt something soft wrap around him, pulling him back to reality from his fear.
"Thank you," he said softly, then lay back down and held Nina in his arms.
But for a period of time, their home completely changed.
It's no longer the kind of dilapidated buildings that were on the verge of collapse and could only be barely habitable by being forcibly pieced together.
Instead, it's an elf-style wooden house, which is far superior to the original house.
From the outside, it looks like a giant pumpkin, because the decoration is in that style. And once you get past the pumpkin, all you can see is the field enclosed by a fence.
With the help of the elves, even the worst soil can be used to grow the most difficult-to-survive plants.
Denos, who was originally responsible for helping to clear out foreign enemies, has now become accustomed to the farm here. Outside, several tree people work diligently, day and night.
Basically, it's just the simplest sowing, watering, and fertilizing. There's also maintenance to prevent weeds from growing and to protect it from crows.
It can even directly catalyze the growth of seedlings, and using the best seeds in sowing can achieve the best results.
The soil, aided by the elves, has been transformed into pure black earth, creating ideal conditions for crops. The fertilizer, of course, must be of the highest quality to guarantee its effectiveness.
Such willingness meant that most things were left to the tree-people for help. There was very little they could do themselves.
Come to think of it, I rarely have nightmares during times of disaster; most of my dreams are pleasant. But when I'm completely at ease, becoming one of the most enviable people in the world, I often have nightmares.
That makes sense. When he was in hell, only dreams could bring him some peace of mind. But when he came to a place like heaven, not a day went by that he stopped doubting the reality of these things.
Nina, on the other hand, adapted quickly and has recently taken a liking to sleeping. The two of them can sleep until noon, taking the time to do what they need to do.
And for breakfast this morning, there was already cake.
The food supply here was calculated several times and determined to be the only city with a sufficient food supply since the Great War. It could support a population three times the total population.
In other words, there is no longer any hunger, and everyone is able to eat their fill.
This is truly surreal, as nothing like it has ever happened in history. Although the dead are still served at the dinner table today, things are very different now.
Denos got out of bed before noon today. He stood by the window in his bathrobe, looking outside.
If nothing unexpected happens, this place will turn into a wheat field, a wheat field that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Although their house, standing like a giant pumpkin in the middle of a wheat field, always seemed a bit off, overall, this would become Denos's favorite scene a few months later. It was an endless wheat field.
The original plan was for the newly built city walls to become the new inner walls. Then, a new city would be rebuilt within the chaotic hell.
The newly added areas will be pure grain-producing areas, and at the most conservative estimate, the safe zone area here will increase fourfold.
However, the plan changed before it could be implemented.
During this time, the safe zone expanded outwards at a visible rate.
The area of the safe zone is increasing every day, and so is the enormous dragon.
It looked like the creature had ruptured blood vessels, and scorching dragon blood flowed down its body like lava onto the ground, charring the surrounding area.
The excess blood coagulates into something as hard as stone, solidifying throughout its body.
Therefore, it will become a mountain after a very long time. When this pure, highly concentrated magic condenses throughout its body, its dragon characteristics will be completely concealed. It will become a mountain, standing there, protecting this land and its people.
Who knows, one day, this guy might bring peace to the whole world?
I don't know, I'm not sure, I just feel like I've seen hope. But deep down, I'm terrified that it's just a pointless wish before it's all shattered. I have nightmares. In my nightmares, the dragon roars, towering to the heavens. Mountain roars and tsunamis come, burning rocks fall from the sky, and the world is plunged into chaos once more.
But it's also possible that this thing will simply become a mountain, standing for tens of thousands of years. New generations will no longer believe the world was ever so treacherous, and history books will treat it as mythology. Everything from the past, because it's incomprehensible, will be considered merely mythology.
When this thing completely turned into a mountain, who would have thought that it contained a giant dragon capable of destroying the world?
"Are you still staring at that thing?" Nina suddenly hugged Denos from behind and whispered in a soft voice.
“Yeah, now that I have plenty of time to spend with you, I should really thank that guy.” Denos turned around, then picked her up horizontally, buried his head in her stomach and blew on her, making her laugh.
Denos tossed the girl high into the air, then caught her again, and gently kissed her forehead as he spun her around in the hall.
Perhaps this is what happiness is: not having to worry about dying the next day, not having to worry about food or clothes. Having a beautiful enough girl by your side, and living like this in a place until old age.
He might find something to do later, such as picking up his father's business and starting to train sorcerers. As one of the top sorcerers in terms of combat power, Denos believes he has considerable skill.
Then he can properly raise those lovely children, and one day in the future, he will become a pioneer among sorcerers.
How wonderful! Just thinking about the bright future makes me happy and excited.
However, this is based on the premise that the monster could destroy the world at any moment.
After the two had breakfast, they were about to go for a walk when they heard someone knocking on the door.
At this time, who would bother us?
Denos pushed open the door, and in that instant, the future he had just envisioned was thrown to the back of his mind.
“Ark?” He recognized the guy at a glance. Although there were slight differences, the previously blank memories had been filled in.
That guy is standing right outside his door now. A year and a half has passed, but he doesn't look old or changed at all.
He was just a little tired, a little weak, and looked a little like a dying person.
......
Thousands of miles apart, high in the sky. A huge metal airship floats in the sky, and inside the airship, the atmosphere is awkwardly cold.
Twelve sat there, feeling that he should probably find a place to squat down. There was no need for him to help share the firepower.
Because Deedri was sitting in the corner.
The girl's presence in such a space amplified the sense of oppression; simply sitting there, an invisible pressure made her unapproachable.
She seemed to consciously keep her distance from everyone, or rather, she didn't trust anyone and naturally remained vigilant.
Behind her, a greatsword covered in magical runes was slung across her back. In an instant, she could destroy the airship with her high-pressure magic.
After all, this is an exquisite item, and it cannot withstand the antics of a demon king.
Dedeline could have easily run to the central church; given her species' natural abilities, she could have run continuously for months without getting tired. Or rather, she could have rested while running; for her, that method of movement was faster and more efficient.
However, she wasn't acting alone. Lady, though unaware of what had happened, didn't seem to have any advantage in long-distance travel. As for Karl, he wasn't a combat specialist to begin with, and his mobility wasn't particularly good; he couldn't travel long distances without a carriage.
As for the verdict... I don't know. To be honest, I really don't know what that guy was thinking.
Dedeline looked at the box in her hand, hesitated for a long time, and then looked at the judge sitting there.
In her hand was the magic mark of the little spider. A magic mark capable of evolving monsters.
After he officially came up, he handed the document to her and gave her a brief explanation.
It seems that, although the little spider did not have a magic core, after his body, which had not dissipated, was developed, the child's magic core was still found in his body.
Once the magic core was found, the magic seal was naturally discovered on it.
This is an important resource and should be destroyed with the sacred flame. Common sense dictates that it should be given to those who are benevolent.
However, the court took it back and then returned it to Deedri a year and a half later.
He stated that these were Spider-Man's belongings, things that belonged to Deedris.
Not far away, the adjudicator also sat by the window.
Between the two of them, there seemed to be a frozen space.
Dedeline's anger towards this guy subsided slightly. The objective fact was that this guy had indeed killed the little spider, but it seemed to be an accident.
Oh, right. Now I need to briefly explain the current situation.
In short, this guy agreed to help go back and rescue the demon race, so this saint joined their team.
Looking back, a team that could infiltrate with a saint as a teammate is probably something you'd only find in history books. If such a thing even exists.
In short, after returning home, Lady and the knifesmith spent several weeks repairing the airship.
In return for helping them rest, they need to borrow this means of transportation.
The route is a straight line to the central church.
The team of twelve has been temporarily expanded to include Lady, Deedrie, and Karl. The Arbitrator has also been included.
There has never been a team like this, containing a demon king, mechanical puppets, saints, holy men, and strange monsters like the Shadow of Evil.
The atmosphere here has completely collapsed because of the ruling.
Half of the people dislike him now, and every day at midnight, you hear proposals to get rid of him, and each time it's not the same person who comes up with them.
But even so, it only reveals one fact: they are helpless against this saint.
Although its individual combat strength among the saints is not satisfactory, it possesses the power of a judge. However, for those of lower rank, it is infinitely close to being a god.
However, Twelve himself didn't dislike this guy, because he had helped heal his arms. Having two arms again made him feel that the world was a wonderful place once more.
This guy just looked a little dejected—not because he looked dejected, but because he himself seemed quite dejected. He hadn't moved an inch since arriving. Even when he sensed hostile glances, he merely met them.
Looking into lifeless eyes is the most pointless thing. You even feel suffocated by the lack of vitality in them.
So in the end, everyone just didn't want to deal with this guy at all. They just wanted to know that he was a thug, and they didn't want to care about the specifics.
"In short, now, according to the forecast, they will be borrowed from the Immortals, and the saints there are Honorable, Benevolent, and Keeper of the Way." Twelve looked at Lady sitting opposite him, slumping his head: "Among them, the Honorable are some of your acquaintances."
“We just need to steal her away while the judgment stalls for mercy, without attracting the attention of the Guardians,” Lady said with a smile. “Sounds easy, right?”
"How could this not be difficult?" Twelve looked at her with a strange expression. "Please get your facts straight. What kind of monster is it?"
“But we don’t have any normal people among us. We also have guys who can travel through space. Completing this isn’t entirely a pipe dream.” Lady looked at the nameless man sitting there and said, “You can travel through space, right?”
"If there's anything about solidified space, I'm not sure."
“Then that’s a definite answer.” Lady rested her head on her hand, looked at Twelve, and hesitated for a moment: “You’re still alive.”
"I'm so sorry." Twelve was practically bowing deeply to her.
Their first meeting was an introduction to each other through battle. At that time, Lady was not lowly, and after being seriously injured, she was rescued by a scapegoat, and only with Karl's intervention could she leave safely.
But now, Twelve clearly understands that the guy in front of her is completely different.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen Lady, and he knew what could be described as a dangerous aura. This person was giving off a very strange feeling; it was as if she were alive. "As if" was the only way to describe it, because her state was almost like that of a demon.
If something is similar to a demon, it probably can't be called alive.
“This thing you’re sitting in is quite interesting,” Lady said after a moment’s hesitation. “You wouldn’t mind if I modified it a little, would you?”
"As long as it can still fly, you can do anything to it."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com