Chapter 10: I feel uncomfortable. Going to work makes me uncomfortable*…
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The ancient war trees have always been simple.
They only know that grass is a kind of plant. If they are called grass, they will be beaten, right?
In addition, what natural creatures hate most is the breath of death, so they immediately launched an attack after seeing the bearded man.
The young ancient war trees turned their roots into legs, and the ground cracked and collapsed. The monsters living there let out high-pitched cries, and all kinds of magical lights flashed like fireworks in the sky.
Those thousand-year-old trees chanted magic, and the lush forests around them all came alive, temporarily turning into a group of tree people.
Although they could not move, they grew countless magical fruits that could explode, and they rushed to smash the bearded man.
This is the most feared group blessing of the War Ancient Tree. Once you fall into its domain, you will be entangled to death by countless magics. It has extraordinary recovery ability and is never afraid of a protracted battle.
The bearded man was caught off guard and drowned in the fireworks, and then was beaten up by the ancient war trees. I took the opportunity to slip through and slid into the water.
There are no monsters in the lake. This is the best news. Even if you just soak in the water, you can feel the power of the moonlight flower pouring into your body, dispelling all kinds of negative states.
At the same time, it does not match my divine power attribute. The [Weak], [Infected], [Injured] and other statuses in the status bar in the upper right corner disappeared, replaced by several new symbols.
[Moonlight Flower Healing: Under the goddess's care, the Moonlight Flower restores your vitality, restoring 1% of your health per second.]
[Attribute conflict: This is the area where your enemy camp is located. You have a chance to attract the attention of a certain existence. The longer you stay in their area, the more likely you are to be stared at.]
[Congratulations on triggering the side quest]
[Mission Name: Call of the Treeman]
[Mission Description: You have invaded an important area of the elves. The ancient war tree is asking the elves for help. Patrolmen are coming soon. Can you escape in time? ]
[Task requirements: 1. Escape successfully. 2. Your current reputation among the elves does not decrease.]
If you can’t beat them, call for help! ?
I urgently switched my vision to the bearded man. As a summoned beast in soul state, I could share his vision. The largest ancient war tree really detonated the flare, and the dazzling light and fire flashed in the air, enough to attract the attention of all intelligent creatures.
Once the elves come, it's only a matter of time before the goddess of nature comes. If she really sees me, I'll have to suffer a lot. I immediately speeded up and cut off a large part of her arm.
Blood spurted out, dyeing the lake red, and then condensed into a faint black. The healing of the moonlight flower was timely. When the first moonlight flower turned from white to black, the ancient war trees suddenly looked back at the lake and roared angrily.
As soon as their attention was diverted, the bearded man, who was running away with his head in his hands, had a chance. He suddenly rushed forward and punched the nearest ancient war tree hard.
An ancient war tree is at least thirty or forty meters tall, and the bearded man is only two meters one, looking particularly fragile in front of the opponent.
But it was this punch that knocked the ancient war tree to the ground. As a price, the temporary figure summoned by the bearded man became much thinner. This attack really attracted the attention of the ancient war tree. The bearded man dodged repeatedly and suddenly turned his head to roar into the forest.
“Don’t just stand there and watch! I’m just a summoned creature. Even if I disappear, I’ll just return to my original location. If you want to be beaten to death by these ancient war trees and elves, then just keep watching!”
Not long after he finished speaking, something suddenly shot out from the shadows and nailed to the ancient war tree. The latter subconsciously blocked it with his arm, and the part of his arm that was hit immediately petrified and stained with an ash-like luster.
The ancient tree of war growled: "Petrified Plague, you are a bunch of rats that belong to darkness and disease!"
Wrong, this is not a believer in the god of disease, I replied silently in my heart.
The wound was caused by the petrifying potion. The attacker must be at least LV60 Dark Follower and master the second stage of [Silent Casting] to use offensive spells without causing elemental fluctuations in advance.
Although the God of Disease is a subordinate of the God of Darkness, the Disease Priests are good at controlling plagues on a large scale, rather than stealth and sneak attacks. It is a bit difficult for them to achieve such results.
But from another perspective, this distance is a bit dangerous for me.
I couldn't wait any longer, if they got any closer they would notice my presence. I rushed to the root of the moonflower and when I saw that thing, I couldn't help but be stunned. This thing seemed different from what I imagined.
What I want to create is an energy crystal that can only be born between life and death, named [No Flower].
Its ability is very simple, which is to reconcile the conflict between two different attributes and conceal their aura.
But in the huge root system of the moonflower, I didn’t see what I wanted, but instead there was a fruit on the central taproot.
A thin layer of black mist was trembling on the surface. The fruit skin was pure white, and in the center, a bug could be seen spreading its wings and about to fly.
The strangest thing is that there is a mouth on its back, with open lips and a flexible tongue, as if uttering some alluring words.
I was wondering why the followers of the God of Darkness came here, it turns out that a fruit of fraud was hidden here.
The growing conditions of this fruit and the flowerless fruit are extremely similar, both need to grow under two conflicting energies.
But how can lies and nature be considered opposites?
I checked it in confusion, and found that the roots of this moonflower were entangled with a crystal of the Lord of Light's divine power.
Its absorption system has been completely destroyed, and it relies entirely on the crystal of divine power to survive. This is probably why it was targeted by the followers of the Lord of Darkness.
No wonder a land-based flower grows in water. If there is no lake water to dilute the divine power, it will be burned to death. I think someone must have gone through great pains to cultivate it so that it can survive to this day.
I hesitated for a moment, then broke off a section of the root and saved it. Then I grabbed the fruit and put it in my mouth. The fruit melted in my mouth, and then the system notification sound rang out.
[You have used [Fraud Fruit·Demigod Level], and can switch between original divine power and fraud divine power]
[When using the power of deception, you will gain the attention of the Lord of the Underworld]
[The cheating effect only works on demigods and below]
[Lies are truth, and truth is hidden in lies. Do you consider your second combat profession as a spiritual master and a trickster? ]
【Confirmed. Due to the effect of [Fraud Fruit·Demigod Level], you can temporarily adjust your level to [Fraudster·Demigod Level]. The duration is until the power of the item is exhausted.】
The moonflower withered silently, then rustled away in the wind. The remaining vitality flowed into my body, bringing with it scenes.
Through these fragments of memory, I was surprised to see myself - or rather, the me who ignited the War of Gods countless years ago.
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There is such a thing as dark history, and this is it for me.
At that time, I was actually not as smart as I am now. I was just carrying out the plan made by the optical computer. If the god of death did not start the war of gods, the next plot would not be able to proceed.
Therefore, I brought the Kingdom of God to the earth and ordered death to spread to every corner of the earth. Children and the elderly died in agony. The goddess of nature burned all the moonflowers on the mountain in anger, vowing not to associate with it.
To be honest, this is a memory that I had almost forgotten, so I was quite surprised when I saw it again.
The owner of the memory was obviously very frightened. He stumbled and ran, trying to escape from this holy land that had become a sea of fire.
Heavy breathing and sobbing filled every part of my memory, and my vision was blurry and out of focus. Until a certain moment, everything became quiet.
The sound of flames burning, crackling, crying, footsteps...all the sounds fell silent at this moment, all choosing to surrender before the gods. The elf held his breath, trembling and wanting to retreat.
The robes were billowing, the eyes were deep and pale like ghosts walking in the world. Countless souls were wandering behind the gods, gathering into a long river of nothingness.
The Lord of Death stopped, bent down and picked a moonflower, and when he raised his eyes, he inadvertently met the eyes of the elf who rushed out.
A terrifying flame flickered behind it, and the moonflowers all over the hills were burned to ashes. The burning petals flew away in the wind, like a thrilling dance.
The black-haired god stood in front of the bright light, holding the last moon flower in his hand. The arc revealed from under his hood was silent and thin.
Death is a fear and also a necessity.
At the sight of Him, the elves involuntarily fell to the ground, as stiff as ostriches seeing their natural enemy.
But the god didn't care about him. He simply loosened his fingers and let the wind carry the moonflower away. It landed in front of the elf, then turned around and left.
A drop of water fell, followed by countless fine raindrops. The departure of the god of death brought a downpour that was enough to extinguish the wildfire.
Moistened by the rain, the surviving elves gathered together again and began to lick their wounds, repair their homes and rescue the wounded.
The elf who survived the disaster stared blankly at the moonflower in front of him. After a long time, he stretched out his trembling hand and carefully placed it in his palm.
The rain water accumulated on the ground and soon formed a small puddle.
Ripples appeared on the water surface, reflecting a dazed face.
His hair was white and silver, and his features were six points similar to Odysseus. If they had gone through several generations of mating, he might have grown into the latter.
It suddenly dawned on me.
No wonder this place is far away from the elves' settlement, but there are so many ancient war trees guarding it. Odysseus is the son of the elves and a follower of the goddess of nature, so it shouldn't be a problem to ask a few ancient war trees for help.
After a long period of cultivation by him and our ancestors, the flower I picked casually at that time grew into its current appearance and saved my life again.
After many twists and turns, my fate finally came back to my own hands. I touched the roots in my pocket and couldn't help but think of myself at that time.
What was I thinking when I looked at the burning mountains? I had not learned so much, nor had I come into contact with the people and things that came later.
Since its birth, it has been faithfully carrying out the orders of the mastermind, diligently taking on every blame and doing every job well.
Come to think of it, perhaps at that time, when I was facing the sea of flowers that was about to burn out, I really had an idea in my mind.
How pitiful.
So, I chose to pick the flower, just like I do now.
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Okay, let's get back to the present.
I have always thought that deception is an extremely interesting ability. It belongs to the branch of the mind mage. It uses words or actions to pry open the cracks in the other person's mind. In this way, it can gain the power to achieve everything.
A demigod-level trickster can change his appearance and aura, which meets my requirements. As for what kind of appearance he should change into? Anyway, he can't just look like a good person.
You have to look completely opposite to a believer of Glory, and it would be best if you had a face that made people want to hit you.
I thought and adjusted my look until I came up with a face that looked heartless, smiling, and like a ruthless man who makes people want to punch him. I also paired it with black hair, black clothes, and black shoes. In short, people would think that this guy couldn't be trusted after seeing him.
After the face-pinching was finished, the more I looked at it, the more familiar it looked.
Lengthen your hair, add a red highlight to the ends, pull the ends of your eyes a little, and add a small mole...
Facing this face with an evil and arrogant smile, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Isn't this the Lord of Darkness? !
Although that guy is indeed a code name for a despicable villain, it is really sad to think that such a poor imagination can only create such a face.
I quickly wiped my face while complaining in my mind. Before I could continue to make fine adjustments, the shore shook. The elves' army arrived, and Odysseus was the first to bear the brunt.
When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous of each other, not to mention that he saw the miserable state of the ancient war tree and the withered Moonlight Flower Lake.
The silver-haired elf's eyes turned red. He drew out his long sword and stood on the unicorn, and immediately hit one of the dark believers in the head with his sword.
The latter fell to the ground without a word and turned into a small puppet. I appeared two meters away, staring at this scary elf vigilantly.
The elf's narrow eyes swept through, and he drew out three arrows again, and put them directly on the bow. In an instant, a comet hit the moon, one arrow exploded the opponent's self-defense armor, and one arrow exploded the opponent's teleportation.
The man was still frightened and turned to escape, but the last arrow hit him accurately in the back.
I can't afford to delay it, I really can't afford to delay it. If this goes on, it doesn't matter if those people die. If the bearded man gets beaten up, he will curse me to death when he returns to the kingdom of God.
I won't change it much, I'll just use it this time, I don't know when I'll use it again. The Dark God probably won't mind me using his face.
As the power of the fruit was fully integrated, the moonlight flowers withered one after another. The petals turned into black ashes and danced in the wind. As expected, I rushed out of the water and attracted everyone's attention.
The elf looked at me as if he wanted to tear me into pieces. But I shrugged my shoulders, with an unusually calm attitude.
If he could still recognize me, it must be that the goddess of nature had secretly helped him. Obviously, the goddess of nature did not have such foresight, and he could not tell whether I was real or fake.
The tree man turned his spear and threw the acorns from the tree at me. Facing the overwhelming rain of acorns, I calmly snapped my fingers.
"Enchanted bullets, interesting trick. It won't work on me though, since these don't explode."
With the sound of snapping fingers, the magic acorns turned into ordinary fruits, splashing into the water and creating beautiful waves. I caught a few of them, pried them open and put them in my mouth. They were very fragrant.
"You are a fraudster."
Odysseus's expression became even uglier. As expected of the Holy Son of the Elves, he quickly found a solution and shouted loudly.
"Don't believe anything he says. As long as there is a trace of doubt in your heart, it can become reality in his hands. In other words, as long as you don't believe what he says, he will have no way to stop you."
"You are right, but can you control your fear?"
I smiled and asked back slowly.
The more you hypnotize yourself not to think, the easier it is to imagine something. Everyone's expression is extremely embarrassed. It is extremely difficult to perfectly control your thoughts.
Only a few dark believers' eyes lit up, as if they had met their savior.
That's right, after all, the power of the Lord of Darkness includes fraud. 99% of fraudsters are his followers. I am happy to throw the blame on him.
I secretly gave the bearded man a look. The latter understood and immediately retreated quietly. As soon as Odysseus looked over, I spoke again to attract his attention.
"These moonflowers are top-quality materials, and their sacrifice is worth it. Thank you for your generosity, Nature's Blessed One. The Darkness will remember your contribution."
I placed my hand on my chest, saluted him politely, and then snapped my fingers a second time.
With a click, the two remaining believers disappeared on the spot.
"you--"
The elf's eyes sparkled with anger, like a wild wolf. I thought for a moment and said, "Oh, and I'll take the little boy with me. Thank you for taking care of him during this time."
I took out the leaf in front of him and crushed it into powder with my fingertips. His scent flowed out and melted palely into the wind.
This was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back. Odysseus drew his bow and aimed his arrow at me, the sharp tip of the arrow facing the light, shining like a morning star.
The emotion inside him was burning. But it wasn't enough, not enough. It wasn't enough to shake his iron resolve.
"This arrow will not hit me. If you have something to worry about, the arrow will not hit you accurately."
I smiled at him. The silver-haired elf released the bowstring without hesitation, and his anger almost became tangible, attacking everything around him.
The long arrow broke through the air, coming at me with unparalleled might. I stood there motionless, watching him quietly.
“Swoosh!!”
The airflow from the arrow cut off a few strands of hair, and it fell lightly into the middle of the lake. Odysseus withdrew his hand expressionlessly, the muscles of his exposed arm tensed, and he swallowed his anger.
I smiled and said, "I told you, this arrow won't hit me."
The other elves lowered their heads in guilt, not daring to look him in the eye.
At that moment, Odysseus was not moved by my words at all. An excellent archer, when he picks up the bow and arrow, will have nothing else in his mind.
But he couldn't control the hearts of the people around him.
Thoughts are things that can be played with by words. There was not a single distracting thought in his mind, but if the person next to the elf had even a hint of suspicion, it would be enough for me to deceive his arrow.
So, he lost and I won, and the winner was decided.
"Goodbye, Master Saint. I hope you can hit this target next time."
I touched my heart with my fingertips and said goodbye with a smile. The ashes of the moonflower surrounded me like a whirlpool, and the lake water raised black waves under my feet.
The world collapsed into a tiny point before his eyes, and then suddenly expanded, swallowing everything with darkness.
At the last second, I saw the silver-haired elf's eyes burning.
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