The Heartthrob Guide: Dodder of S-Class Sentinels

Chapter 266 The Savior God

On that day, everyone saw that a towering tree had grown on the top of the almost abandoned white tower.

The tree was so large that it stretched as far as the eye could see, its branches and leaves as broad as umbrellas, blocking the polluting spores floating in the air.

People standing on the ground looking up can only see an endless expanse of emerald green canopy, as if the entire sky is covered by this tree.

The towering, robust branches are covered with golden runes, which expand as the tree grows, densely covered with ancient, incomprehensible characters.

Countless roots cascade down from the top of the white tower like a waterfall. Even though the green coverage in the Granville area is over 90%, no one here has ever seen such a scene.

It wasn't the delicate root system of ordinary trees, but rather a dark green ribbon hanging from the sky.

The thickest roots drooped down first, wrapping around the collapsed dome of the white pagoda like giant pythons. The bricks and stones that were originally about to collapse were miraculously stabilized under the wrapping of the roots.

They spread downwards along the cracks in the tower, through the rusted steel bars, and finally fell to the ground.

The tree grows from the soil, and the moment it touches the ground, it seems as if the earth itself trembles slightly.

The ground, which was originally scorched and cracked, turned a faint green the moment the roots touched it.

With a distant, silvery bell ringing, the frenzied, bloody, and terrifying atmosphere vanished without a trace in an instant.

The stench of decay and blood that had been permeating the air seemed to be gently brushed away by an invisible hand, replaced by the dampness of the soil after the rain and the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Caesar's body had already been pierced with a bloody gash, and now he was repeatedly injured by the red spiders, with red blood flowing continuously. He had almost lost all ability to fight back.

As soon as he fell, the alien species that had been watching nearby seized the opportunity and darted out from the shadows of the ruins.

The beast tore at his flesh, Caesar's body convulsed violently, and the golden lion let out a mournful cry, fading away like a candle in the wind.

Dark red slime mixed with bright red blood formed a nauseating filth on the ground.

Kaiser's fingers were still curling up in vain, as if trying to grasp something, but could only weakly scrape across the gravel, leaving a few shallow bloodstains.

it's over--

This was the last thought that remained in Caesar's mind when he saw the red-clawed spider's claws piercing his heart.

But at that very moment, the mark in his mental image suddenly emitted a blazing light, and a green barrier emerged from his chest, covering his body and shielding him from the fatal blow.

The Red Claw Spider's enormous form was bounced back by this force, its spider eyes fixed on the energy fluctuations emanating from Caesar.

It had completely lost its human consciousness, leaving only its instinctive ferocity driven by polluted energy. Yet, it showed a rare hint of fear when faced with this emerald barrier.

It still remembered the scent of one of the people mixed in with that energy—

"Colonel...Sir..."

In the midst of a chaotic consciousness, a murmured sound suddenly emerged, broken syllables spilling from the red-clawed spider's mouthparts, carrying an almost hoarse human tone that did not belong to any other species.

Its raised claws suddenly stopped, and this double S-class mutant, which had just been relentlessly pursuing Caesar, slowly retreated, as if resisting some kind of instinctive drive, and fled into the original abyss cave.

The most dangerous enemy had vanished. Caesar clutched his wound and struggled to his feet from the pile of aliens. He stared in disbelief at the energy emanating from his body, as if sensing something in his mind. He turned to look in the direction of the White Tower—in the distance, the towering tree atop the tower was radiating a dazzling green light, echoing the energy within him. Even the pollutant spores floating in the air were transformed into tiny specks of light by the interplay of these two forces.

"My sweet baby..."

He smelled a familiar scent.

The magnetic field on the battlefield was completely altered by the appearance of this tree.

The nightmarish hellish scene is slowly fading away, and a completely new energy field is frantically reconstructing itself, centered on the giant tree at the top of the white tower.

The idyllic scene of springtime paradise has lifted its most mysterious veil, gradually revealing itself to everyone.

"what is that?"

On the battlefield, someone finally realized what was happening and uttered a question from the depths of their soul.

But no one could answer him.

The giant tree's roots continued to penetrate deeper into the soil, and the green life energy seeped into the earth along these roots, spreading to every corner of the battlefield along the magnetic field, gradually diluting and dispersing the originally thick, inky polluting energy...

Laun put down his longsword and looked up at the direction of the white tower.

Others may not know, but having spent many years on the front lines, he knew very well that this was the power of a guide.

How many years has it been since a guide like this appeared?

He couldn't remember clearly, but when he was young, he often heard his elders mention that in the early stages of the pollution outbreak, the Guides were not primarily for logistical healing, but rather a guiding type of unit that was superior to the Sentinels, whose power was difficult to control, and whose mental power was more stable.

However, because these people became so terrifying in the later stages, the central government subtly and gradually restricted their development.

Driven by a policy of appeasement through sweet words and flattery, the guides' abilities were reduced to only the most negligible healing function, while some children with aggressive potential were disposed of early on for various reasons.

Lu Chen—that exceptionally gifted double-S-level guide—is the best example.

In the air, the two energies, black and red, and green and gold, collided and clashed, dividing the battlefield into two distinct halves.

The ruins of the battlefield trembled constantly amidst the collision of energy. Some bricks and stones were corroded into powder by the black and red energy, while others, nourished by the green and gold energy, gradually grew moss and vines, forming a bizarre yet awe-inspiring scene that was half hell and half paradise.

The soldiers, who had been suffocating from the pollution, finally got a chance to breathe again the moment this green landscape was created.

The alien species that crossed the line were different. The commands that originally controlled them were forcibly cut off, and all the monsters froze instantly. They stood there blankly and helplessly as if they had lost their leader.

Some of the alien species tried to break free from this confusion, baring their teeth at the soldiers around them, but as soon as they took half a step, green energy spread up their limbs, instantly suppressing the polluting ferocity within them.

[Back off—]

A gentle female voice, whose identity was unknown, drifted on the breeze.

The agitated alien seemed to realize something, yet also seemed to remember nothing. It could only pace anxiously in place, no longer daring to point its fangs at the humans.

(End of this chapter)