“What is that thing?”
Winnidith’s little face turned pale.
She saw lines appear above Arns’s head, similar to those of the Elves.
Together with lines from the Four Races Seven Kingdoms, they wove a blurry yet seductive figure in the sky.
“That is Mother’s true form.”
Elaril, nailed to the cross, looked up at the sky with infatuation.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“I only see a monster woven from desire and pleasure.”
Leah snorted as she entered, two fist-sized fruits floating in her palm.
When Alvain drove his soul into the Sacred Tree, the wind delivered the ripe Sacred Fruits into her hands.
They contained all the magic and douqi of an Elven King’s lifetime.
Eating just one would grant enough power to become a Saint Realm expert.
Leah looked at them and unhesitatingly ate one.
No need to chew; as soon as the fruit entered her mouth, it turned into scorching energy that surged through her limbs and bones.
For ordinary people, if the spiritual power or douqi they absorb exceeds their current limit, their bodies might be shattered by that force.
But Light Elves are different.
Every generation of Light Elves is the product of the Sacred Tree’s branch shoots combining with spiritual power, and in essence, they are no different.
Thus, the power within the Sacred Fruit, once it entered Leah’s body, raised her strength as if returning home.
In the blink of an eye, Leah’s strength reached a terrifying level, making Winnidith quite envious.
‘If only she could improve her strength so easily.’
Winnidith completely failed to realize that she was actually six years younger than Leah, and according to the Empire’s customs, she still had over a month until her Coming of Age Ceremony.
‘So this is the power of the Saint Realm? These glowing things are elements? So this is what Winnidith’s world normally looks like?’
Leah found that the world in her eyes became like a giant oil painting.
Gold formed the sun, red formed flames, brown formed the earth, blue formed the water, green formed the grasslands and giant trees…
With just a thought, these elements would change according to her will.
With just a bit of mana, the corresponding elements could be forcibly combined.
This is the power of a Saint Realm Magician.
And a Saint Realm Warrior…
She clenched her fist and swung it lightly, the resulting force turning into a gale that startled the envious Winnidith, who thought she had gone berserk.
Her body and the quality and quantity of her douqi underwent huge changes, but there were no other special sensations.
After familiarizing herself with her new power, Leah discovered that her mana and douqi were not equal; mana was slightly more abundant.
And this extra mana could only come from one person.
“Vilda…”
Pain flickered in her eyes.
She raised her head and faced the illusion in the high heaven.
At the same time, as if by telepathy, when she looked at the sky, the illusion in the sky also looked back.
In an instant, the sky turned into a sticky, colorful liquid full of syrup; countless seductive poison flowers bloomed on the ground; even the air breathed frantically stimulated dopamine production.
“Please be careful. These are all toxins released by the poison serpent Slaanesh. If you indulge in them, endless pleasure will drive you to become His most loyal servant.”
Something landed on Winnidith’s shoulder.
Its voice was elegant and concerned, like the old butler at Trenton Manor.
“I understand.”
Winnidith nodded.
She had long known from Isabella that when the Sacred Tree truly appeared, a bizarre illusory realm would emerge, so she had mentally prepared and was not panicked.
But then she realized something was wrong.
She turned her head and stared in horror at the deep blue crow on her shoulder.
“Who are you?!”
“Me? I’m just a cute crow passing by, please don’t mind me.”
The crow somehow produced a pair of glasses and jabbed them into its own eyes, but not only did it not feel any pain, it quite naturally raised a wing.
“Crows talking, that’s normal.”
“Oh right right right… Right my ass! Who are you really!”
Winnidith’s own perception changed in an instant, and she actually believed its nonsense, thinking what was happening was normal.
“Eh? You actually…”
“Tzeentch.”
Tzeentch curiously looked Winnidith up and down, but before it could finish speaking, Leah interrupted.
“Why are you here?”
In the memories of the First Elf King, Leah had seen this deep blue crow before, but compared to eight hundred years ago, it now only had two eyes on its body, looking much more normal.
But this deity itself was the most chaotic existence; no one could be sure what it would do, maybe even it didn’t know what it wanted to do.
But no matter what it wanted to do, its involvement would definitely make the situation even more bizarre.
“Oh my, it’s Little Light. Which generation are you? Oh right, last time I saw the one who said she was the Eighth Generation. Opening the seal takes one generation, so you’re the Tenth Generation, right? Ten is a good number. It means you’ve finally entered a new era.”
“Tell me, why are you here, and what do you want to do now?”
Xinliezhi looked at the sword tip close at hand and calmly adjusted its glasses.
“I’ve always been in the same prison cell as Slaanesh. Now that you’ve opened the prison gate, naturally I have to come out. As for what I want to do now~ If I say I want to help you deal with Slaanesh, do you believe me?”
Leah looked at its calm demeanor and silently sheathed her sword.
“I believe.”
The Four Gods are in absolute competition.
Now that the Sacred Tree has fully awakened, the other three gods will definitely try to push it back.
Even Elaril wasn’t surprised by its appearance; after all, the War God and the Demon God had already joined the battlefield, and countless lines were being destroyed by fire and poison.
Under these circumstances, it wasn’t impossible for Xinliezhi to send a clone to help them.
“Thank you for your trust.”
Xinliezhi elegantly touched its chest, then turned its gaze to the nervous Winnidith, its head curiously rotating 180 degrees.
“This little girl is the New God you’ve been waiting for? She really is… terribly weak.”
Winnidith’s fear instantly turned into shame and anger.
‘So what if she’s weak! She hasn’t eaten this crow’s rice!!!’
“But I can indeed feel a unique authority within her. Hmm, you do have the qualifications to be the scissors.”
Xinliezhi smiled humanely in comfort.
“Don’t worry, your chances of victory are actually quite high. Because Little Light is obstructing, Slaanesh’s will hasn’t fully awakened. What now exists in the sky is an illusory body manifested through Little Dark. I know your plan. As one of the mirrored Four Gods, I can tell you that if this plan is successfully executed, Slaanesh will completely disappear from this world.”
Winnidith gradually felt at ease.
Her biggest concern had always been whether the God-Slaying Plan formulated by Sai Lin Na was actually feasible.
Now with Xinliezhi as a guarantor, she could finally rest assured and wait for that unique opportunity.
“What do we need to do?”
Leah got straight to the point.
Xinliezhi’s current strength couldn’t even reach the Fourth Rank, so all actions still had to be carried out by them.
“Very simple: awaken Little Dark’s will to survive.”
Xinliezhi flapped its wing and began to explain.
“In the battle a thousand years ago, Slaanesh and the others were severely injured and forced into slumber. Over this millennium, although it has tried to absorb emotions to heal its wounds, thanks to the efforts of so many generations of Little Light, its most fatal wound has not healed. That’s why it is so desperate to absorb emotions from the entire world. And for Miss Scissors to function, we need to stop its recovery and attack the wound at its heart to create an opening.”
“But I haven’t seen any wound.”
Leah looked up.
The illusory body was complete and beautiful; she couldn’t see the wound it mentioned.
“That’s because it used the collected emotions to disguise it.”
Xinliezhi explained.
“These spirit threads outside will be cut by Keluomu and Nage’er.
Your task is to awaken Little Dark, who is currently Slaanesh’s greatest source of power.
Then, after Slaanesh exposes the wound, deliver a heavy blow to create an opportunity for Miss Scissors.”
It rummaged through its deep blue feathers and eventually pulled out an item very familiar to Winnidith—a speaker.
“This prop can transmit your voice into Slaanesh’s spiritual world. Whether you can awaken Little Dark is up to you.”
Xinliezhi placed the speaker in Leah’s hand and grinned.
“At worst, this world can be given to it.”
“I…”
Leah’s hand trembled, but this was no time for hesitation and confusion.
She resolutely put the speaker to her lips and shouted toward the direction of the Sacred Tree.
“Vilda, can you hear me! I’m Leah! I’m your…”
“Best friend!!!”
“That voice… Leah?”
In the dim, heavy space, Vilda, wrapped in countless black mud, suddenly stirred.
She heard Leah’s voice.
Had Leah come to accompany her?
Had she not forgotten their promise?
She wanted to find Leah’s figure, but everything around her was too dark, as dark as her life before meeting Leah.
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