I made up myths in America

Chapter 211 The Death of Emma Michael

This deep, authoritative voice resounded in the ears of everyone throughout Britain.

The other person was clearly not speaking English, but rather an ancient Celtic language that was gradually disappearing throughout history.

Everyone automatically understood the meaning behind the name.

"It's the great druid from the Emerald Dream who granted Emma her powers!!"

Inside the underground fortifications, old King Charles's eyes gleamed as he recalled the secret intelligence the BPRD had previously obtained.

Emma was able to become a druid because of the Sheep Charm's ability to astral projection, which led her to accidentally enter the Emerald Dream, where she encountered the archdruid who called himself the Guardian of Nature—Malfurion Stormrage.

Regarding this suspected ancient druid, the British side didn't have much information, only some gleaned from little Emma.

In her own words, this is a respected elder whom one can unconditionally trust upon seeing, whose very existence represents nature!
Charles initially didn't quite understand this somewhat cryptic statement.

But now he understands!
This is true.

Whenever people see the figure of this great druid, images of dense jungles, majestic snow-capped mountains, boundless grasslands, surging and roaring seas, and flashing lightning automatically come to mind.
These are all part of the natural composition.

Mysterious and majestic, yet irresistibly inviting.

"No wonder these druids were the most trusted elders of the king in the ancient Celtic kingdoms!!!"

The current King of England couldn't help but express his feelings.

Who wouldn't like such a reliable entity?

Meanwhile, as Malfurion Stormrage appeared above Stonehenge, plants across Britain began to grow wildly.

Hyde Park, where there is no greenery left, has the most astonishingly vigorous plant growth!
In the blink of an eye, the seeds buried deep in the ground have germinated, grown, and matured.
What would normally take at least a hundred years is compressed into a single moment.

Towering trees rise from the ground.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they weren't in central London, but in a primeval jungle from some fantasy world!

"No wonder environmentalists these days have stopped believing in God and started believing in Druids. The Druids' ideas and abilities are just too attractive to them."

Inside the underground defenses of the University of London, a botany professor who had spent half his life dealing with plants looked on with fervent eyes and muttered to himself.

He now has a strong urge to join the Druid order.

But under the shocked gazes of countless people, the strange events in Hyde Park were not over; on the contrary, they had just begun.

Because in the Emerald Dream projected into the sky, the great druid turned and broke off a branch of the 'World Tree', then hurled it out.

Chime! !

Suddenly, a shimmering green light flew rapidly from above Stonehenge to London, finally landing in Hyde Park where the ancient oak tree had stood.

What appears to be a tree branch of the World Tree is actually a gift from the chieftain of the White Jade Kingdom in the Mountain and Sea Realm—a seed of the Imperial House Tree.

The Classic of Mountains and Seas, Central Mountains Classic, states: "Thirty li further north is Jiang Mountain, which is rich in jade, mulberry, and cypress. There is a tree there called Diwu, whose leaves are like pepper, but which can damage the red fruit and can ward off evil."

Although the Emperor Tree in this mountain and sea realm is not as famous and magical as the Jianmu tree that can reach the heavens.

But it has a very interesting characteristic.

It has no requirements for the concentration of vital energy in the surrounding environment. On the contrary, it needs to attract a lot of faith power during its growth process. After it grows up, it can help people resist danger.

Because the area between mountains and seas is vast and sparsely populated, few tribes can meet the conditions for its growth and maturity.

Only the Kingdom of Baiyu worshipped the mythical beast Jiao, which could catalyze plant growth, and through year-round sacrifices, managed to keep the Imperial Tree alive.

But it's completely different in modern times.

Even the UK, with its relatively small population, has nearly 70 million people, and the total population of Europe exceeds 700 million.

The combined power of faith from so many people is more than enough to sustain ten Diwu Trees.

Lu Bai only used a small amount of his own willpower to help the Imperial Tree take root and sprout; the rest was none of his concern.

The faith of countless people around the world automatically converges on this Diwu Tree.

And in their eyes, this is the World Tree!!

In Norse mythology, it is called 'Yuktrasil', the entity that sustains the entire world. The nine realms were born on the branches of the World Tree, and Ragnarok came because of its collapse.

In Chinese mythology, a similar entity is Jianmu, which is said to be a bridge connecting heaven, earth, and gods, and a ladder to the sky.

In American mythology, before the Great Flood, there was a giant tree that reached the heavens and was the home of giants, who used it to travel between heaven and earth.

In Hindu mythology, the sacred tree known as the 'Asura Tree' is the central pillar of the universe.
It appears in the myths of almost every country.

And now the myth seems to have become reality!!!

A truly colossal tree, thousands of meters tall and still growing upwards, appeared before everyone.

Throughout London, tens of thousands of citizens craned their necks, staring blankly at the scene.

Even the British high command, who had been relocated to underground fortifications, were no exception.

Moreover, compared to ordinary people, they have a few more minor incidents in their lives.

After the Imperial Tree has grown to its initial stage, it releases its ability to resist evil.

Many mistresses of high-ranking officials or seemingly insignificant staff members suddenly let out piercing screams, revealing their true forms—they were actually well-disguised vampires!
"Damn it, how could this be?"

Prime Minister Rishi Sunak broke out in a cold sweat as he stared at the small group of humanoid black and gray figures in front of him.

This man in black and gray was, not long ago, a colleague they were chatting and laughing with, the Cabinet Secretary for Education, Bridget.

This guy is actually a vampire hiding among them?!
"It must be that damned old bastard Edward!"

Some people quickly realized what was happening and said with grim faces, "After he joined Dior, he secretly turned many people in the government into vampires. And it has been too short since his identity was exposed. We haven't had time to investigate ourselves."

These words were spoken by British Home Secretary Cooper.

He recalled that Edward's son had recently invited him to dinner at his estate, but he couldn't go because of something urgent.

The Home Secretary was filled with lingering fear.

Thank goodness he didn't go; otherwise, he and his family would have been doomed!
If there are no better options in reality, becoming a long-lived vampire is not a bad choice.

The problem is that there are now too many opportunities to become an extraordinary person, so there's no need to become a universally despised, lowly person just to pursue a long lifespan.

Moreover, London may no longer have a place for these evil creatures to settle.

The Home Secretary looked up and, like other Londoners, stared blankly at the sky. The enormous green canopy covered the entire city center, creating a breathtaking sight that defies description.

In the hospital, many Londoners who had been admitted due to the rampant spread of the plague virus caused by intestinal rot suddenly experienced a reduction in their symptoms, which had previously made them feel as if they were about to vomit their entire stomach and intestines. They felt as if they had been reborn.

One by one, they struggled to their feet, gazing at the towering trees that pierced the clouds outside the window, their pale faces filled with deep gratitude. At that moment, in the projection of the Emerald Dream, the antler-adorned elder, radiating a rich aura of nature, spoke for the second time.

"In the name of nature, may all evil be banished from this place!!"

The majestic voice boomed like thunder over London.

Not far from Emma, ​​the Blood Queen Lanathene's face darkened completely, and layers of blood-red mist rose from her body, isolating her from the holy aura that she hated.

Zizzi! !
These two diametrically opposed forces collided violently, causing the blood mist surrounding him to boil and be rapidly consumed.

But the queen didn't care.

Her scarlet lips curled slightly as she looked up defiantly at the archdruid's figure in the sky and whispered:

"Ah, I don't have the habit of leaving empty-handed, Malfurion Stormrage. At a time like this, you're still clinging to your old, broken rules and unwilling to face reality. Your arrogance will kill your disciple."

As soon as she finished speaking, terrifying blood shadows emerged from beneath her feet, attacking the surrounding London citizens.

"???"

The moment the tree of this world, which can be called the Tree of Life, grew, Emma, ​​a druid, was healed.

She could even feel the natural power within her body becoming stronger.

The moment she saw the Blood Queen make her move, she was ready, her face solemn as she raised her hand and pressed it to the ground.

Emma was furious when she saw that the other party was targeting ordinary citizens.

"Despicable woman!!"

Huge flowers bloomed, protecting all the residential buildings behind her.

Within the realm of the Tree of Life, Emma's ability to summon plants seems to have been greatly enhanced.

Whoosh whoosh—

A series of eerie, blood-red shadows flew swiftly through the sky. Because Emma focused most of her energy on protecting the surrounding citizens, she herself was repeatedly grazed by these shadows, but she didn't care.

The enormous silver bear nimbly weaved through the city buildings and rescued a cute girl a few years younger than itself.

Seeing the other person's terrified eyes and expression, Emma comforted her like any adult would, saying, "It's okay, quickly hide inside the underground fortifications."

"But, Emma, ​​it looks like you're bleeding from your arm."

The little girl spoke up with some concern.

"It's nothing. I'm the Earth Bear now, these injuries are nothing."

Emma waved her hand dismissively.

But behind her came the slightly smug chuckle of the Blood Queen Lanathene.

“Little Emma, ​​it seems your mentor didn’t teach you much, such as never letting a blood elf have your blood.”

As she spoke, the queen gracefully opened her mouth and inhaled the bloody shadow that had attacked Emma.

"Ah, what sweet and delicious blood!"

She let out a satisfied sigh, reaching out to gently stroke her alluring and beautiful face. In that instant, Emma felt as if her own face was being touched.

Her face turned pale, and she immediately understood what the other person meant by those words.

But it was too late to stop it.

next second.

Puff.

The blood elf queen calmly plunged her right hand into her heart and crushed it.

The same injury immediately struck Emma.

A bloody hole instantly appeared in the chest of the silver giant bear she had transformed into, and she staggered and collapsed to the ground.

"Miss Emma??"

"Damn it, that despicable, shameless bloodsucking monster!"

Amidst the angry shouts of many Londoners.

On a building several kilometers away, Michael, who usually slacked off whenever possible, looked unusually grim, holding a sniper rifle in his hand.

Emma was one of the first friends he made in England.

"Fake."

After uttering a curse, Michael pulled three pure white bullets from his pocket and loaded them into his sniper rifle.

He obtained it from the Vatican through a friend.

It is said that after discovering that no more people could obtain the recognition of the sacred cross bestowed by His Holiness Gabriel, the Vatican priests racked their brains and came up with something else.

Sister Anna and Father Morin, the only two members of the thirteen departments of the Vatican, took turns praying to draw out the holy light power from the sacred cross and create holy water and holy light bullets with divine exorcising power.

Because it's purely handmade, it takes a lot of time, so the current production volume is small and it only circulates in a very limited area.

Michael obtained five of them from Sister Anna when he visited the Vatican.

To confirm its effectiveness, he even used two of them during a Viking invasion. Their power was astonishing, not much less than the relic bullets he had used before.

Michael even began to suspect that the craftsmen might have cut corners when melting down the holy nails to make the bullets.
Or perhaps this act itself damaged the properties of the relic, resulting in only a small portion of the divine power remaining inside the bullet?
Click!

Pull the bolt to chamber a bullet.

Michael entered a state of complete sniping concentration, raised his gun, and aimed at the Blood Queen who was walking step by step toward the dying Emma.

"go to hell."

The pure white bullet, carrying a large amount of wind, traveled at a speed exceeding five times the speed of sound, arriving on the battlefield almost instantly.

But just as the holy light bullet was about to hit the opponent's head, the alluring figure in the red dress suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, Michael felt a sharp pain in his chest, his body went cold, and blood was gushing out of his body.

The Blood Queen appeared behind Michael with a smile on her face and instantly drained most of his blood.

"when??!"

His body grew colder and colder. Michael, clutching his sniper rifle, collapsed to the ground with his eyes wide open.

(End of this chapter)