I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 357 357. You Will Rise to the Sky
The golden bridge connected by the Ring of Glory soon reached the deepest point it could reach - near the amphora.

It is like a cancer that has taken root in the symphony.

This journey was very difficult.

Even with the Heroic Spirits, Treden, the army of monsters and demonic plants, and even the friends of the Ring of Radiance and Croa, it is still very, very difficult to get close.

Some heroic spirits have had their bodies invaded by the gray rain curtain. The eternal magic is still fighting against them, but it cannot prevent the rain curtain from invading.

The Ring of Brilliance also felt a great pressure - the rain here seemed to be just like the "black silt" in the River Styx that the goddess of the underworld had once brought to it. Even the power of the Ring of Brilliance's treasure of the sky could not destroy it.

He frowned deeply, feeling helpless for the first time.

Looking into the deepest part of the amphora, He suddenly cried out:

"Chloe!"

"You need to wake up!"

This action shocked everyone around. This was Miya! Miya, who was usually calm and composed! She actually used this method.

It’s just… it seems like there’s nothing I can do but shout “Come on!”

After thinking about it, everyone simply started shouting as well. Along with the roars and special sounds made by the magical beasts and magical plants, a sound that could be described as "exciting" was formed.

But unfortunately, these sounds did not attract Kloya's attention, but instead attracted some "shadows" that were slowly taking shape in the rain.

All they can say is that they have a human-shaped body, made up of rain curtains all over their bodies, with countless sorrows flowing in their bodies, slowly approaching the crowd.

At the same time, a strange buzzing sound was emitted.

Before Mia could say anything, the Crystal Turtle shouted, "Don't let them get to me!"

Its reaction was actually quite fast, but the monsters were even faster. In the rain, they were flashing as if they were casting space magic. They were far away in the last second and appeared next to people in the next second.

The first to suffer are the heroic spirits.

A black shadow came behind them and stood silently. Three pairs of small black wings extended from behind them, two wings covered the eyes, two wings covered the feet, and the last two spread their wings and flew.

It looked like it was being embraced, and it flew up and rushed directly into the rain curtain, and soon disappeared in the gray rain curtain, without any trace being found.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of heroes were taken away in this way.

"Seraphim?" Mia was surprised: "These shadows are the highest form of angels... Why?"

He asked doubtfully while waving his hands to emit platinum light, forming a series of circular magic circles around him, blocking the approach of the shadows, but it obviously could not stop them for too long.

"Because disasters are sent by 'fate' or 'heaven'."

Ivy replied: "Fate cannot be changed, and the pain sent by heaven cannot be stopped. Angels are messengers of 'heaven'."

This actually involves the ultimate mystery of the gods. Others may not understand it very well, but Miffy Theodore and Daphne know it very well.

——Angels and gods are highly bound together. If gods want to convey their will, they can only use angels, except for spending huge amounts of divine power to send messengers.

In this process, they are inevitably connected together, and there may even be an entanglement and connection of divine power.

But angels are actually creatures created by fate, so gods... are actually just pawns played by fate.

If at this moment Croa was not a wizard, but a god...

Perhaps these "angels" were not embracing them, but Croa who was surrounded by the rain and trapped in the deepest darkness.

Mia said softly:

"Let's do our best."

"He has not yet been corrupted by the angel."

"The more we kill, the easier it will be for him."

As for those heroic spirits who were unfortunately embraced by the angels, as long as Croa can wake up, it will not be a problem.

After he finished speaking, he flew up directly, and countless rings around him vaguely formed a platinum-colored, extremely simple cannon muzzle, aimed at the endless six-winged angels in front of him.

next moment--

"Boom!"

The roar of artillery fire directly covered up all other sounds.

Countless platinum-colored light bombs, dragging long tails of flames, rushed into the formation of the six-winged angels like meteors, and then exploded violently.

The gray rain curtain was replaced by the devastating firelight.

The artillery fire belonging to the Ark was materialized by Him. The Ark that could soar in the starry sky certainly had endless firepower and could destroy anything, including sadness and confusion.

There is just not enough artillery fire, there is nothing that cannot be broken by artillery fire!

Seeing this, the others and the Warcraft and magical plants followed. With the Ring of Glory bearing the greatest pressure in the front, they could also attack at will. For a moment, the rain curtain was completely suppressed by the roar and whistle of war.

……

at this time.

At the deepest part of the amphora.

Kloya was actually awake, more awake than ever before.

Even though there was a tall figure behind him trying to cover his eyes with its wings, he remained unmoved, with clear and bright eyes, staring at everything in front of him.

"Ugh."

“I’m really a little excited.”

"I have a nice group of subordinates and friends... and cute little guys."

There was joy in his voice, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the Seraph behind him: "Why do you want to cover my eyes so much? Is it because if I close my eyes, hope cannot be captured?"

He was really grateful to these friends and subordinates. If it weren't for their bombardment over there, he would not have been able to discover the weakness of this "Seraphim" so quickly.

'Although there will be some cost...' He looked directly at the Seraph and had already made his decision.

Of course, the black seraph can't speak.

But Kloya suddenly moved closer to it, with his cheek only a few centimeters away from its human-shaped face, as if he was about to touch it.

There was a glittering light in the young wizard's eyes, as if there was a sun wheel spinning in them, and his voice was filled with a sigh of compassion: "Because you can't see, right?"

"!"

The black seraph took a step back.

It seemed to be afraid of the light and compassion in Croa's eyes, just like a shadow always avoiding the sun, even though... its power was enough to threaten Croa.

"Hope is priceless."

"I wish you wouldn't be so afraid of me."

Kloya took another step closer, suddenly opened his arms and hugged the Seraphim. The latter's body trembled violently, and the gray color flowing on its body settled into the black rain curtain and the light on Kloya's body, causing a violent reaction.

A hazy mist rose around like steam.

It was wailing, trying to leave - Croa also felt the unbearable pain, the pain of holding all the sadness and despair in his arms, and bearing everything by himself. "It really hurts."

“The sorrow of losing a friend, the pain of a loved one’s passing, the inability to absorb nutrients, the inability to enjoy the rain and dew… Suffering is not a momentary rainstorm, but a continuous dampness at the end of life.”

Kloya suddenly felt a little...comfortable?
Just then, the pain was so great that even he seemed numb, and even the light around him began to dim, like an old table lamp soaked in the gray rain, emitting a brightness that could barely be called light.

"Okay, come on and close my eyes."

"I feel very tired, too."

He suddenly said this, and forcibly pulled the wings of the Seraph to cover his eyes. The poor Seraph was completely unable to resist his brute force, and was almost forced to cover the former's eyes with his wings.

At the moment when the extremely gray wings blocked his eyes, some ring-like shadows appeared on Kloya's exposed skin, connecting to each other to form a complex magic circle.

Everything around him seemed to have disappeared, even his powers were blocked. All he saw and felt was a deep dampness and coldness that soaked through his clothes and bones.

"Yeah, very good."

"All the connections with the sunflowers have been stripped away."

He lay down comfortably, muttering to himself:

"It's up to you..."

"You will rise into the sky and become the sun."

The sound gradually disappeared in the gray color.

Outside, all the rain was gathering towards Kloya who was standing there, and it looked like he had swallowed up all the rain.

When the rain disappeared, the symphony on the ground gradually flashed with light, and sunflowers grew one after another on the ground, each one was golden red.

"Hmm?" Mia noticed this keenly. The contract between him and Kloya still existed, but the latter's breath was getting weaker and weaker, as if he wanted to... fall asleep?
Isn't that what gods would do?

After sensing it again, He discovered that Kloa seemed to have used the magic pattern of the Ring of Glory to seal the gods, and sealed him as a god...

And it seemed that some special methods were used, and even He could only barely feel that Croa still existed - it was almost impossible for others to sense it.

"other people?"

Mia suddenly thought of something.

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky - the rain curtain in the sky had been gradually absorbed, and he could see the outside world clearly. It should have been a sunny day at this moment, but there was no sun in the sky!

It’s the consciousness of the plane!

The plane consciousness rejected the arrival of the sun!

An indescribable feeling of shock echoed in Miya's heart.

What on earth could make the plane reject the sun?
——This answer was quickly responded to.

sunflower.

Among the sunflowers growing on the ground, there was a tallest one. Rainbow water droplets and gray rain curtains were slowly dripping from it, and its entire body had turned completely into a dazzling golden red.

There were no fancy ceremonies or halos.

It was flying towards the sky. The [Kroya's Sun Substitution Technique] that was almost perfected inside its astral body had been completely perfected, forming complex and intricate magic patterns on the surface of its branches.

Each magic pattern emits light like the sun.

The remaining rain curtain was quickly burned into white mist under the sunlight, and then disappeared completely.

"..."

Everyone in this space saw this scene.

Sunflower! It's about to become the sun!

This was a very, very shocking thing. Not only the audience here, but even the gods and legends opened their eyes wide.

"It wants to gain the authority of the sun?"

"Is Chloe crazy? He doesn't want to go to the Astral World anymore?"

"why?"

The one who couldn't understand it the most was Eurydice. He was even a little distressed. "The power of that sunflower can gain the status of a god in the astral world."

"Alas, what's the use of a sun god from the main plane!"

He really felt heartbroken for Kloya. Anyone who aspires to go to the astral realm knows that no matter how good a plane is, it is just a world. The astral realm has incomparably vast and beautiful scenery waiting for them.

Aeotes also felt bad: "What a pity."

Such a spiritual magical plant... is really rare to see.

It is estimated that even the Eye of Ternas created by the Titans will not be as great as the future achievements of this sunflower. What it lacks is the accumulation of time.

Just as they were sighing and feeling that it was not worth it for Croa, the sunflower had already risen completely into the sky and turned into a golden-red sun, emitting its own light and heat.

It was actually a little uneasy, because all the music of "The Poem of the Rainbow" in its body had been drained away. It couldn't even feel Kloya's existence, and it was alone hanging in the sky.

This was an unbearable pain for it, which had been under Croa's protection since the birth of its spirituality. The loneliness and solitude left by the rain lingered in its heart - it looked down at the world, but saw only endless emptiness.

The consciousness of the plane beside it is inviting it. It only needs a thought, and a shining divine nature will merge into its body. The sun from the outside world will pass through it before reaching this world.

All things will grow vigorously in its light.

That is the great divine power that the Father of Light has been longing for.

Only the consciousness of the plane is above it.

For the demon plant, this should be the pinnacle, the highest point it can reach, achieving godhood, but it feels reluctant to accept it.

Its gaze turned toward the northern border where it grew up.

It seemed as if it saw its father smiling at it - its heart suddenly trembled.

“No.” It replied to the plane consciousness: “I don’t want your godhood, but you have to help me. I got the magic power of the Father of Light, which was obtained by squeezing countless people.”

"I'll give it back to them."

"..." The plane consciousness seemed to let out a brief sigh, and then injected power into the body of the sunflower, and each of its petals began to ooze sacred oil.

The vitality of the oil and the sky gathered and turned into a golden sun shower, falling from the sky and baptizing the entire human world.

All the magical plants, monsters and humans were surprised to find that their strength had increased significantly. The oil not only helped them recover, but also increased their "upper limit".

After sending down a sun shower that consumed all the power of faith of the Father of Light, the sunflower, without the slightest hesitation, turned into a golden-red meteor and fell towards the north.

All the legends and gods watched the sun rise and set, speechless with shock.

That is the throne of the sun!

The sunflower didn't care and fell quickly. The golden-red light rushed forward unreasonably and broke through the rain curtain, smashing the poor black seraph into pieces, and then dived into the arms of Chloe, who was just a little sleepy.

The little sun arched its back and forth in his arms, acting coquettishly.

Kloya's body trembled, and the sleepiness he had barely managed to build up disappeared without a trace, and he felt like crying but had no tears - he really wanted to take this opportunity to have a good sleep!
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