Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 379 The Wood Can Talk

"I always feel like something is watching me."

In the corridor of the Papal Palace, the elven warrior, whose body was covered by invisibility spells, frowned slightly.

"There's clearly nothing around, is it just my imagination?"

"It might be some kind of surveillance spell... but don't worry about it, we're completely invisible now, we won't even leave a footprint."

As he spoke, the elven mage pointed to the wooden floor they had just walked on.

Sure enough, there wasn't a single footprint or even a trace behind them.

As for the elven priests...

The elven priest has already begun his studies.

As a priest who worshipped the ancestral spirits of the elves, he was, in a sense, half a colleague of the priests of the Earth Church. Therefore, this cathedral held a special significance for the elven priest. Although it was somewhat crude compared to the elves' sophisticated system of divine magic and standardized rituals, the exquisite wooden reliefs on the walls still attracted the elven priest's attention.

"These wooden figures in the reliefs... inspire awe at first glance, but without too much fear. Are they depicting the sacred tree of the first generation? Truly remarkable."

When it comes to things related to faith, the elven priest inevitably takes a second look, comparing them with the church in his hometown to see if there's anything worthwhile.

Of course, besides visiting the cathedral, the elven priests didn't forget their main business.

They infiltrated the cathedral to kill the giant serpent.

Having arrived in Tahrir and spent several days lying in wait, they had done their homework for this operation. Since the evil serpent they were to kill was the father of Pope Divine Tree I, it meant that killing it in the normal way was almost impossible.

Although it's unclear why a wooden man would recognize a snake as his father, it's obvious that when they attacked the giant snake, they were making an enemy of the Divine Wood One.

In fact, given the immense prestige of the first king of the Shinmoku clan, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were at odds with the entire world.

If it's just a head-on fight, they have absolutely no chance. Even if the locals do nothing, the endless army of wooden dummies will completely overwhelm them, just like the sea of ​​skeletons of the Undying Demon King.

However, the sentence is still the same.

They were trying to slay the giant serpent, not the world itself.

They only need to seize one opportunity. If the elven warrior is given even a moment to strike, the warrior with the twin swords will be able to slice the giant serpent into pieces on the spot.

But that's where the problem lies.

According to the intelligence they received, the giant serpent usually transforms into a small snake and coils around the shoulder of Shenmu I. In other words, the father and son are almost never separated.

Facing the combined doubles of Shinmoku I and the Giant Serpent head-on would undoubtedly be the most strenuous approach.

"So we must find a good opportunity..."

With that thought in mind, the three elves, under the protection of an invisibility spell, made their way to the outhouse behind the Papal Palace.

Yes, the outhouse.

This was the ambush location prepared by the three elves.

Although the wooden figure Shenmu I did not need to use the latrine, the giant snake did. According to the rumors among the priests, the wooden figure's giant snake father would come to the latrine to defecate every day after eating the offerings at noon.

As for the excrement, it will not be wasted. It will be processed into fertilizer to provide nutrients for the wooden figures that were separated from Shenmu Yishi and help them repair themselves.

"This is really..."

When they first heard the news, the three elves were stunned. They had never heard of such a method of passing on nutrition.

But clearly, this was indeed the best place for the assassination. After all, the giant snake would be at its most relaxed and least guarded when it was using the latrine. At that moment, all the elven warrior needed to do was strike with swift strokes, and the giant snake would be killed on the spot before it could even cry for help. "It's here! The snake is here!"

It was at this moment that a small, slithering snake appeared in the sight of the three elves.

As they approached the latrine, the little snake grew larger and larger, eventually transforming into a giant python. Its body was covered in black and gold scales, which were the very same evil giant snake that the ancestral spirit had revealed to them, allied with the Undying Demon King.

Right now, the evil giant snake acted as if it didn't see the three of them at all, and went into the latrine on its own.

This prompted the elven mage to nod slowly.

"I knew it, my spells couldn't possibly go wrong... It's up to you now."

"give it to me."

As he said this, the elven priest raised a finger to his lips and gently blew on it.

Blowing out a silent breath while holding up a finger is a gesture of silence, but in the hands of an elven priest, this highly symbolic gesture naturally takes on another function.

Just like it is now.

The entire space around the toilet suddenly fell completely silent, not a sound could be heard.

Including the sound of an elven warrior drawing his sword.

The blade scraped against the scabbard without making a sound; with just a leap, the elven warrior had already landed on top of the latrine.

Looking towards the entrance to the outhouse, the elven warrior raised his twin swords high.

Just then, a snake's head emerged from the latrine.

"laugh--"

The blade sliced ​​through the air with a slight sound, but it was immediately suppressed by the silencing field. However, the sound of the blade was enough to attract the giant snake's attention, causing it to subconsciously look up.

But it was too late.

The twin blades sliced ​​across the giant serpent's neck. Even though the serpent's body was extremely thick, the pair of sharp blades, imbued with the invincible fighting skills of an elven warrior, easily cut it apart.

Although the feel of chopping into it is like chopping into a log, cutting into it is as easy as cutting paper.

"It's done."

Looking at the snake's head lying on the ground, the elven warrior savored the feeling of cutting it.

But immediately, the elven warrior realized that something seemed amiss.

What does "cutting logs" mean?
Is the flesh and blood of that giant snake really that tough?

"Varied……"

Thinking of this, the elven warrior quickly looked down at the giant snake's head lying on the ground, but there was no blood flowing from the severed neck—instead of blood, there was a moist sap oozing from the wood fibers.

Clearly, this is not a live snake at all; it is merely a wooden snake.

And it was precisely at the moment the wooden snake fell to the ground.

The seemingly ordinary toilet in front of them had also risen from the ground and stood up.

(End of this chapter)