Reincarnation Paradise: Giant Treasure Chest

In the end, he chose the Dark Archbishop of the Night Witch Guild in the transcendental world. This world had enough upper limits and resources.

"The path to salvation lies within this?"

When the Archbishop of the Abyss stood up and prepared to leave, the power of the abyss grabbed him.

"How is that possible? You should be hosting the trial in Anor Londo, why are you here?"

The Archbishop of the Abyss looked at Avia in disbelief.

"All prayers directed toward the abyss, no matter how twisted, will eventually be heard by me. Wherever there is an abyss, there I will be."

Ivia said with a smile.

"Impossible, impossible. You can control the abyss to this extent. You can definitely do more. Why don't you..."

Before the Archbishop of the Abyss could finish his words, Ivia grasped his essence and restored this supreme Archbishop of the Abyss into pure power of the Abyss.

[The contractor completely killed the world-destroying existence o Archbishop of the Abyss. ]

[The contractor's abyssal affinity increases! ]

[Checking the existence of the contractor...]

【Verification completed, the existence of the contractor confirmed.】

[Anor Londo Contract Continuation]

[Because the contractor killed the world-destroying existence o Abyssal Archbishop, the contractor can choose one of the following three reward methods. ]

1. The Archbishop of the Abyss poisoned the world and left a reward for revenge.

2. The rewards for such events in Samsara Paradise.

3. The Void Tree’s rewards for such events.

……

After killing the Archbishop of the Abyss, the Abyss itself not only did not hate her, but actually loved her even more. Ivia didn't know what to say.

As for the reward, Ivia chose the reward from the Void Tree according to her preference.

[The contractor has chosen the Void Tree as a reward for this type of event.]

[Comprehensive verification in progress...]

[The contractor gains access to the timeline of the thousand-year-old Holy Land of Chiliad on the Sun Star. (This is an exclusive reward after the contractor's comprehensive inspection requirements are met.)]

[Warning! This timeline is a branch of the Sun God Clan. Contractors can obtain rewards/titles/mission progress after entering, but cannot change the current environment of the Sun Star Chiliad!]

...

Ivia's eyes lit up. The source of the solar faith pollution in the void was about to appear before her.

Chapter 409 Resurrection of the Dead

[Warning! The contractor has left the Anor Londo Trial Field. Please return as soon as possible!]

The Void Tree issued a warning to the dazed Ivia.

In the trial field, the Archbishop of the Abyss's dying struggle actually managed to delay the dark elves' advance, allowing all the trial participants to enter the snowfield.

But in the empty snowfield, Ivia didn't place a single resurrection point.

When Ivia returned, the trial participants had already split up. When they discovered the Green clone wandering in the snow, they cleverly left some ratmen and alchemical creations to control the clone and led the unintelligent clone to the dark elf army.

Without Ivia's order, the dark elves had no intention of retreating. According to the plan of occupying the world, regardless of whether this was a trap or not, they directly started the battle to surround and kill Green's clone.

Although Green's clone is of an extremely strong level, she has no control core and fights purely on instinct, and her technical level is far inferior to Green's original body.

The crystal-like Green clone charged into the dark elf army. Its body, constructed of transparent souls, was covered with dents caused by the dark elves' blows. The blood of the dark elves served as an embellishment to the Green clone.

It’s just that the elves are not good at using the attack-type sun gun, but they are extremely good at using healing skills.

Green's clone had no independent consciousness and no intention to completely kill a single dark elf. After charging for a long time, he failed to reduce the number of dark elves.

When she cut off the body of a dark elf and rushed to the next enemy, the cut dark elf had quickly healed and let its intact comrade take her place.

The Green clone's range of movement became smaller and smaller, like a fish caught in a net.

Ivia watched all this indifferently. The Archbishop of the Abyss seeking death himself had already ruined the plot. If the trial-taker gave up this clone of Green, then the subsequent trials would have no need to continue.

Without the main damage dealer Green, even if they got the Elf Crown, they couldn't stop Helena's attack.

As time passed, Green's clone was finally broken into pieces by the elf's sword, and no rescuer jumped out.

Ivia couldn't help but feel a little bored. All that was left was the dark elves destroying all the trial-takers.

"Rest and recover until this snowstorm is over." Helena gave the final order.

"Are you just going to give up the chance to resurrect?" Ivia, who was in the idle state, asked Green Gillian curiously.

"I've been hiding and waiting for your trial to end. I haven't done anything tricky and can maintain this residual soul state. If I dare to go out, I'll probably be shattered into pieces. The Archbishop of the Abyss is courting death!"

Green said very cleverly that this was clearly a trap, and she hadn't found a trial-taker who could inherit her skills, so it wasn't worth sacrificing herself to save a clone.

Green not only needs to worry about Ivia betraying her, but also has to worry about the last group of trial participants entering the snowfield.

There are trial-takers who attempt to kill the Archbishop of the Abyss to complete their mission, and naturally there are also those who attempt to kill her to complete their mission.

The blizzard that obstructed perception and vision, and the lack of a leader like the Archbishop of the Abyss, caused the trial participants from all parties who had originally cooperated reluctantly to scatter and hide. After all, the larger the team, the easier it was to be discovered. With the cover of the blizzard, almost all the trial participants believed that they were capable of escaping the pursuit alone.

The ruthless men mixed in with the fleeing ratmen shook their heads at this scene. There was no hope for these trial-takers.

After a period of rest, the dark elves gradually recovered their condition. Ivia knew that the trial participants were now playing hide-and-seek, and she knew the positions of all of them clearly. However, she was Helena now, so she only let the dark elves form a formation and push forward in order.

Soon, the trialists from one force after another were discovered and captured by the dark elves. Occasionally, there were stronger trialists who were able to try to reduce the number of dark elves and then died and returned to the snowfield.

This was just a desperate struggle to delay time. In order to bring them a sense of despair, Ivia separated some dark elves and asked them to go back and sweep the resurrection point.

The Dark Elves' killing efficiency is even higher than that of Green before.

The entire trial field has turned into a battle royale game. If you are caught, you die. If you die, you resurrect and continue to escape.

There are no safe areas.

By the time the contractors from the Paradise camp brought back the Elf Crown from underground, most of the trial participants had been killed too many times and degenerated into mindless undead.

The dark elves and the trial participants played hide-and-seek in the snowfield, searching almost every corner of the snowfield. The Scythe Master Contractor Harbiss that Ivia secretly placed in the snowfield was finally found by the trial participants.

The memory of the previous moment was still stuck on the battle with the clone magician. The slowdown and serious injury effects on his body had not disappeared yet. After the Harbiss was freed from the frozen state, he saw the army of dark elves in front of him.

Although I don’t know what’s going on, facing a horde of dark elves, the right thing to do is to chop them.

"Devil Scythe o Dust Prison!"

The sickle in Harbis's hand flashed with black light, and the ethereal blade lights fell into the dark elf array.

However, this place was not the underground as before. With ample combat space, the dark elves rationally and quickly retreated when faced with high-power range skills, while sending signals to call for the army to assemble.

The Harbis also turned and fled.

"When did this kind of person appear!" Green Gillian finally discovered the identity of the Harbis master.

Ivia did not answer. Green only realized it now but it was too late. The location of the props used to create the clone had been occupied by the dark elves. Green had no chance.

Deep in the snowfield, Harbiss, with his powerful strength, temporarily became the leader of the remaining trial-takers while escaping.

Soon, Harbis learned about the current situation from the trial-taker.

"How can we fight this? Isn't there absolutely no hope of passing the level?" The Archbishop of the Abyss is dead, Green is nowhere to be seen, and the Dark Lord Helena in her prime is no match for them.

"Yes, the trialists on your side sent a message earlier that they have obtained the Elf Crown. If we can reunite, there is hope."

"And now we are better suited to streamlined combat."

In the great escape, those who were not strong enough were eliminated one after another, and the remaining ones were the elites of various forces.

Les Frostwhisper of Arcane Eternal, Phyllis the Night Witch, and Ubaier of the Demon Clan are all among this last batch of trial-takers.

"Where are they now?" Harbis asked.

Les Frostwhisper, who was connected to his companions through arcane means, shook his head:

"I don't know. The last time we contacted them, they had already entered the snowfield. This blizzard will hinder communication. With both parties trapped in the snowfield, there's no way they can communicate."

"They've been captured by the dark elves, and the elven crown has been snatched back by them. Helena is holding the elven crown and waiting for you in the Frigid Valley."

In the blizzard, a nimble figure said this, gradually approaching the last trial participants.

"Green Gillian?" Les Frostwhisper was the first to recognize the man. The hostile stance made him prepare his arcane magic.

Habis quickly grabbed his teammates. A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even in this state, they couldn't beat Green.

"You can't defeat that Helena either? Aren't you both Dark Lords?"

Harbis was puzzled by Green's appearance.

"I can't beat her even if I'm resurrected." Green hinted at Helena's identity.

Upon hearing this, Phyllis lay down on the snow and started to speak:

"So you're here to take us into hiding? I don't want to die a fool."

"No, I came to see her." Green pointed at Harbis with his scabbard.

"??"

"Me?" Habis didn't know what was so special about himself.

"You were supposed to be the vessel for my resurrection. I'm a little curious about your skill level, and I wanted to satisfy my curiosity. Of course, there's no chance now."

Green looked at Harbis critically. His face and figure were both good, and his cool temperament with the sickle was also very attractive. He was exactly her type, but it was a pity.

"It's not completely hopeless. As long as you defeat the dark elf army, expend a huge amount of resources to create a clone, and then give the elven crown to Helena, you still have a chance to defeat her and pass the trial."

Sephiria was on the podium, mocking happily.

Green spread his hands to indicate that Sephiria was telling the truth.

"Just do it, I'll help you clear the way."

In the blizzard, another figure appeared. It was a ruthless man dressed as a rat man.

"Let me introduce myself. I am also a ruthless person among the Dark Lords."

The ruthless man winked at the Harpies. It was so satisfying to play tricks on the young people in the Samsara Paradise.