Chapter 554: Chapter 317: Tree Man Gore has a Child_2
‘Backward’, my ass! That’s the gateway to the Undead Empire.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
So, the reopening of the World Hub represents what? The resurgence of the Undead Empire?
He purposefully requested food under his own name, and the response confirmed several things. They know the name Guliani, they are not isolated, they have contact with various dimensions, even the Master Plane.
They have food, and a large amount of it at that. Otherwise, upon hearing his request, they would not have reported back but simply refused. Of course, it could also be possible that they reported back precisely because of his name, but chances are slim.
Thirdly, why does the Undead Empire have such a large amount of food? Could it be that the current rulers of the World Hub are not the Undead Empire?
Guliani’s eyes flashed with eagerness. The World Hub, what a golden road! Having control over it would mean controlling the jugular of all the major planes.
Standing up, Guliani quickly made his way to the secret room to report to some powerful being.
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Ange has cut down most of the World Trees as they grow too large, each World Tree has the ability to shelter a settlement of tens of thousands of people.
There are currently only a few hundred thousand people in the Resting Abyss. Ten trees could handle that.
If the excess trees aren’t cut down, the World Trees will compete with each other for life force and space, resulting in none of them growing large.
By removing the excess trees and creating spaces, the remaining ten trees can continue to grow. They could eventually reach the height of the Tree of Life, sheltering the entirety of the forest.
“Ay-yo, they’re all cut down? What a pity.” Anna, Feilin, Ti, and others watched as each towering tree was felled, the expression on their faces visibly pained.
Thanks to the emergence of these World Trees, the barren Resting Abyss gained some greenery. Various crops began to grow, and even the livestock started to survive.
Despite the harsh Resting Wind, the amount of life in the Resting Abyss is actually more abundant than it was a thousand years ago, when there was no Resting Wind.
Those living here understand the profundity of this change the most.
“It’s not a pity.” A Tree Herder, inexplicably clothed in a grass skirt, came walking over.
God knows who made this grass skirt and tied it around the Tree Herder’s waist. Tree Herders are tall with shorter legs. They have a seductive sway in their walk when viewed from behind.
Feilin, who had some idea of the Tree Herder’s identity, quickly trotted over and discreetly removed the grass skirt.
“This Tree of Life, always full of surprises,” Negris muttered. He then asked, “What do we do with these? Where should we plant them? Wait, we can’t just plant them randomly. Otherwise, even once they grow, we won’t know whether they will obey it or us.”
Despite their good relationships, Negris would never let other people control key positions, such as the world’s transit stations. Once these tree-people had grown up, would they listen to the Tree of Life or to them?
“But I can’t plant them,” Ange shook his head.
“What? You can’t plant them?” Whether he chooses to plant or not is one thing, but not being able to plant is another matter. How could Ange not be capable of planting these War Tree Men? He had even planted the World Tree.
Ange didn’t reply. He arranged the War Tree Man seeds into a circle, and placed the Little Sapling in the center.
The Little Sapling became excited upon seeing the seeds. It had been a long time since it had seen such familiar items brimming with life force, and it enthusiastically waved its leaves: Grow — strong — Grow — strong —
The seeds of the Tree Men cracked open, and from these cracks, buds quickly came forth and grew into vigorous plants.
Grow — strong —
The buds swung back and forth, growing swiftly, then uncontrollably began to unfurl their true leaves.
The Little Sapling had not received such strong feedback in a long time. Usually, no matter how hard it tried, many things just refused to grow.
Grow — strong — Grow — strong —
The young tree-people buds, now about the same height as the Little Sapling, also began to wave their leaves in ardent response: Grow — strong — Grow — strong —
All eleven plants moved vigorously, making the scene very lively.
Negris finally understood. “So you mean you can’t plant like this? These War Tree People need the initiation of the Tree of Life. Does this mean that these tree-people will listen to the Little Sapling in the future? If that’s the case, we can go ahead and plant them.”
But where should they be planted?
At the Holy Kingdom, the four corners of the temple altar had been forcefully dug out, and four War Giant Trees were planted in. Ange activated the Instant Death Halo, and the War Giant Trees began to grow rapidly.
The fertile soil of the Holy Kingdom was the most suitable for the growth of the War Giant Tree, a magical plant that could grow without fertilizers. Yet, Ange still added fertilizers. Under the Instant Death Halo, the War Giant Trees began to wave their leaves, sending out messages of “Hungry — Hungry — Hungry.”
In less than ten days, the War Giant Trees had grown taller than the temple. After they reached such a height, they began to grow horizontally, increasing in thickness and stiffness.
Negris grumbled unhappily, “You had no energy to grow food crops but suddenly have energy to grow these random plants. What’s the point of planting them here? Are you afraid that someone would come here? All the gods are already dead...”
Negris was the God of Misfortune, and before he could even finish his sentence, the portal on the top of the temple was activated. A graceful figure stepped out from it and, upon seeing Ange and Negris, they all froze.