Ornn, the Chosen One, a treasure from ancient times!

Chapter 131 The Slumber of the Emerald God

Wherever the green life magic went, the poisonous fog was dispersed and decomposed, the flames were extinguished, and the grass and trees that had withered and died, as well as the ancient trees that had been burned to pieces but had not completely perished, were reborn and filled with the vibrant green of life.

Centered on Ivern, an invisible protective shield made of "life magic" enveloped most of the jungle, like a barrier protecting this land.

But the Emerald God's power seems to have its limits, or perhaps he has spent too much magic trying to save every life—even the smallest blade of grass.

The protective shield ultimately failed to cover the entire Omicaiaran. On the outskirts of the forest, the alchemical flames, having lost their fuel, gradually died out, leaving only ashes and poisonous soil.

The toxic gases in the air have gradually dissipated, but they have not disappeared. Instead, they have seeped into the ground, eroding the land into a barren wasteland.

From Ambissa's perspective, the sudden surge of magical energy in the jungle was like pressing the rewind button on everything that had happened in Omicaiaran.

This spectacle of "restoration" and "regeneration" is far more visually impactful than destruction.

However, Ambissa was not discouraged at all; instead, she smiled knowingly.

This is precisely why she so nonchalantly used the alchemical flames, such a powerful weapon—she was certain that if this was truly the sacred place they were searching for, then they should have a way to counter such a destructive weapon.

If Omicayalan is destroyed by alchemical flames—ha, a place that can destroy even the scientific creations of a mere small city-state, I doubt there's anything His Majesty the Emperor desires here.

Therefore, instead of being angry, Ambissa was pleased, at least she was certain that she had come to the right place this time.

After some time, the flames gradually died down, and the smoke and poisonous gas dissipated. Ambesa finally got up and went to the front of the Omikayalan jungle.

"This is just a lesson!"

Because of the poison gas, Ambeza didn't get too close, but she could still spread her powerful voice throughout the jungle without a megaphone, relying solely on her own voice.

"Our patience has run out. If you don't stop resisting, prepare for our final assault! Of course—"

Then, Anbesa changed the subject.

"I heard there are friends from Freljord among them? Ha, it's kind of you to come all this way—I can make an exception for you, as long as you leave the jungle, my men won't stop your troops, and you can go to the coast!"

"What are you babbling about!"

Olaf, pawing at the newly "alive" grass, looked at Ambesa standing in front of the troops, and pondered in his heart.

"Do you think—if I rush over there now, I can kill her?"

"hehe----"

Feeling as if she had died and come back to life, Fiona wasn't in the mood to talk; she just stared ahead with a serious expression.

"That's all I have to say—your deadline is tomorrow morning, before the drums of Noxus sound!"

After delivering her address, Ambesa didn't linger or wait for a response. She turned around gracefully and returned to her camp.

At least for now, her plan is going smoothly—she has confirmed that Omicaiaran is indeed a sacred place with mysterious magic, and she has also figured out the truth behind it.

The fact that the strange life magic did not envelop the entire jungle made Ambissa see the limits of the so-called "god".

It seems these so-called gods aren't as invincible and omnipotent as they claim.

"How are you?"

Helen looked at Iwyn, who had almost completely turned into a withered tree and was no longer recognizable as a human, and said cautiously.

He still stood there straight, his body, which originally had hands and feet and was quite human-like, had now completely merged with the roots beneath his feet, looking just like an old tree.

It was the kind that was about to die—its body was covered with dry, peeling bark and layers of cracked texture.

Herren felt he had asked a pointless question; this didn't seem like a "good" answer at all.

However, Ivan could only manage a weak smile, his lips, which were as withered as a dead tree.

"It's never been this good—"

"I'm not joking—"

"I mean it—I've personally saved countless lives, and for me, there's nothing more gratifying."

Herren remained silent, then slowly stood up and extended his hand.

"Um...do you need me to lend you a hand?"

"No, no need, I'm fine, I just need to stand for a while to recover my energy."

"Do you need me to come with you?"

"No need for that, haha—the last time I ran out of magic, I stood there for hundreds of years."

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Herren stared in astonishment at the nonchalant Ivern.

"What did you say?"

"Yes, that's right—maybe I should use it sparingly, but you know, I can't bear to see any living thing in this jungle destroyed—"

Ai Weng spoke slowly, as if he were on his deathbed.

"The rest depends on you —"

"I?"

Herren said hastily.

"But—without you, what can I do? With magic that I can only use to make appearances but can't actually use?"

"It's difficult, Herren, just do your best—I'm just doing the best I can."

Irwin's voice grew softer and softer, as if he were about to fall asleep at any moment.

"At least—I won't have to watch this land be destroyed—"

The old man finally fell silent, standing quietly like a withered tree amidst the lush flowers, as if he had already died.

Herren stared at him blankly—speechless for a long time.

His mind was a jumbled mess—if he were Ivern, he wouldn't exhaust his magic to save as many lives as possible; he would more rationally preserve a small piece of land, conserve his strength, and prepare for the next invasion—

But he was not Ivern, not that guardian.

This may be fortunate for this jungle, as it has a benevolent guardian.

But—if Ivern falls, what will happen to Omikaiaran then?

If alchemical gas were used again—this jungle would truly be destroyed.

Helen was helpless in this situation. At this moment, he really wished he were some kind of all-powerful Vastaya Shrine.

He had to admit that Helen felt a little hesitant. He stood blankly beside Ion for a long time until he heard the calls of his people, which brought him back to his senses.

He turned around somewhat blankly, his scattered thoughts finally returning to his body, and he finally realized the dangerous situation he, his people, and the Vastaya were in.

Now is not the time for sentimentality.