Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 350 "The Sacred Tree"

"war!"

The appearance of this term seems to have ushered in another mode for the undead army.

That was only the tip of the iceberg of the undead army, yet its aura was so unified that it seemed to have become an indescribable, terrifying creature, tightly linking countless undead together.

War is the art of gathering the masses!

Azik had seen this terrifying power of the masses before, in the Blood Emperor!

This is a manifestation of the authority of "war," an attempt by the Underworld Emperor after obtaining the characteristics and uniqueness of the Blood Emperor.

The forces of war and death seemed to merge at that moment.

"kill!"

All the undead uttered the same voice, and their powerful force directly minimized the effects of the zombie transformation.

"God's Abomination" Si'a's face was extremely ugly. If he could not stop the arrival of the undead army, then Star Plateau would definitely be lost, and the Rose School would suffer the greatest blow in history!

However, a single "divine abomination" could not stop the arrival of this army of the undead.

"...Please summon the Sacred Tree!" Siea hesitated for only a moment before giving the order in a deep voice.

After the sacred tree was invoked and the army of the undead was destroyed, this farce should have ended.

The Rose School dared to stand against the world, and its preservation of the Blood Worship Cult was not entirely unprepared.

However, Søren Kierkegaard did not expect that the Rose School would be forced to this extent so quickly.

The army of the dead is such a strange thing; shouldn't it have been buried in history along with the underworld long ago?!

Who could have imagined that the "Death Consul," who had been missing for over a thousand years, would suddenly return and even awaken this army that existed only in legends?

At the command of "God's Abomination," a group of bishops in a church deep within the Starry Plateau began to bring out the Sacred Tree.

In fact, the ceremony to bring out the sacred tree was very simple. It was just a group of evil cultists jumping into a deep pit like madmen, shouting the names of the "Mother Tree of Desire" and the "Bound God" with fanaticism.

The blood sacrifice of these fanatics is also the final step in completing a certain ritual.

Chi Chi!

A strong corrosive aura emanated from the bottomless pit, eroding even the earth itself and turning it into wasteland. In that abyss, a scarlet light gradually flowed out, like a beating heartbeat, bringing with it a frenzied malice.

Boom!

This was the sound of a real heartbeat. Facing this oppressive force, Azik Eggers felt a sudden tremor in his heart, and his spiritual senses went into overdrive, issuing a frantic warning.

"The Bound God?!" Azik stared solemnly at the abyss. The red light gradually intensified, dispelling all the darkness, and a "sacred tree" appeared before Azik.

The trunk of this "sacred tree" was extremely twisted and insane, composed entirely of heads, arms, and legs. Endless flesh and blood were twisted and fused together, growing blood-red branches and leaves. At the top of the sacred tree, an incomparably beautiful flower bloomed.

The flowers seemed to possess life, slowly undulating, and the heartbeat emanated from them.

In an instant, the deceased governor lowered his head, not daring to look at him again.

will die!

But that doesn't mean He didn't see it, or that the "sacred tree" was no longer there.

"Ah!" Azik suddenly felt as if he had been locked in a filthy abyss, unable to move, and could only suffer the most terrifying despair in the abyss.

hum!

Before the abyss could corrupt Azik, a dreamlike phosphorescent light shone in from the entrance of the abyss, pulling him directly out of it.

"O supreme dream, hear my prayer..." Bernadette closed her eyes, placed her hands on her chest in prayer, and a dreamlike sea appeared behind her.

A dreamlike ocean and crimson waves collide in the real world, making the whole world seem to shake.

The two forces clashed fiercely, and Sia and Bernadette, who summoned these two forces, were instantly plunged into a terrifying ocean, trembling under the power of the two great beings.

That tree wasn't the "Mother Tree of Desire," and that sea wasn't a true dream sea, but their origins were of a much higher level.

Their mere clash was enough to make even the angels afraid to raise their heads.

"This is our world." Bernadette stopped praying and suddenly smiled.

He looked up at the sky, but in reality, he was looking at the starry sky.

The ongoing secret battle between the God of War and the Goddess of Night has ceased, and all the true gods who were watching the spectacle have returned to their own divine kingdoms.

In an instant, the astral plane burst forth with unimaginable brilliance, darkness, twilight, knowledge, storms...

This is the simultaneous manifestation of the true divine authority in the astral plane, a dazzling display of colors and splendor.

As the power of these authorities was revealed, the primordial barrier, which had always been invisible, seemed to take shape, its outline emerging from the power of the gods' authority.

It was an eggshell that enveloped the entire planet.

Now that the eggshell has been reinforced, the once-glowing "sacred tree" instantly lost its luster and its former imposing presence.

The gods joined forces to reinforce the initial barrier, weakening the influence of the "Mother Tree of Desire" on the real world.

This is our world.

For this reason, even the God of War and the Goddess of Night, who were still fighting, were displaying their power to stabilize the initial barrier.

……

The hazy light of the astral plane naturally illuminated the entire world, and many extraordinary beings were unaware of what was happening in the world, feeling completely lost and helpless.

But many people guessed what was going on, and their expressions changed drastically.

In Backlund, the "center of the world" deliberately created by Truman, many demigods and even angels had their expressions change drastically.

They sensed something was amiss, and in the foreshadowing of fate, they saw Backlund as the land of their opportunity.

After all, this is a place where several true gods have recently fought, and there has also been a dreamlike divine descent.

"Did we make the wrong choice?" Many people knew that the Dream Cult was going to take action against the Blood Cult and oppose the Rose School, but they still chose Backlund.

It seems like I made the wrong choice?

Some of the angels most adept at discerning fate have begun to suspect that they might be part of someone's scheme...

"The Rose School... the Rose School..."

Zarathustra's eyes were dull, flickering with a dark light. His divination told him that he was right, but faced with the possibility of a final opportunity, he dared not trust the divination.

After all, if it is something you are looking for yourself, then it must have the ability to interfere with divination.

"I'm going to the Southern Continent." Zarathustra made the decision, and directly pulled out a historical projection of a "Traveler" he knew, and traveled to the Southern Continent.

He had no specific target; he simply transmitted information randomly based on his spiritual intuition.

At this point, only the Law of Convergence of Extraordinary Characteristics can help Him.

(End of this chapter)