He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 111. Miracles Come to the Ancient Tree of Life

MC world.

Seven kilometers west of the second headquarters of the Dawn Cult.

Originally there was only a forest here, but now there is a huge and strange tower rising from the ground.

Every moment, plunderers emerge from around the tower and quickly gather towards the center of the tower.

At the foot of the tower, Ian and his companions were calmly killing the plunderers.

After discovering the Calamity Patrol that day, Ian knew there must be a pillager watchtower nearby.

After he finished the attack, he took Layal and the others to search for a whole day and finally found the target in this huge jungle.

At this point, the Undead Totem Farm can also be built.

Of course, Ian understood that the size of the forest and the existence of the predator's watchtower proved that there must be a woodland mansion in the jungle.

But if you are just farming Undead Totems, the Pillager Tower is actually enough. Compared with the Woodland Mansion, the Undead Totem Farm in the Pillager Tower is even simpler.

The main purpose is to farm the Totem of Undying, there is no need to force the Woodland Mansion.

Since that day, Ian brought Layal and the others to live here, and they spent two days farming the Undead Totem.

Nowadays, although the undead totems they have are not enough to arm everyone on a large scale, they can be used by the top leaders of the Dawn Cult.

That's really endless use.

According to Ian's plan, after finding more pillager towers, the Undead Totem can be mass-produced and popularized in the army.

By then, an undead army with indestructible faith and unfathomable strength will definitely become the nightmare of all enemies of the Dawn Cult!

Ian will let the undead army under the Lord of Gluttony understand that not every skeleton can be called the army of the undead.

According to the plan, Ian and his team still need to stay in this undead totem farm for a few days.

At the very least, we have to collect a thousand Undead Totems.

But as the maid who stayed outside came to report, Ian had to temporarily stop the development work.

"Songlan City..."

Ian murmured with a hint of emotion.

The base camp once run by the Phobos family has been captured by the Knights of Dawn.

By the time the Winged Clan came back to report, Matthew and his companions had already followed and headed to Songlan City to carry out the faith education and rule of the Dawn Cult.

It would be impossible to say that Ian didn't feel relieved about taking back Songlan City, but...

That's all.

Today, the Cult of Dawn owns almost 90% of the territory and people of the Principality of Birka, as well as two bases in the MC world.

The return of Songlan City at most made Ian feel a little relieved.

After all, he is no longer a pure heir of the Phobos family. Now, when he considers things, he considers things more from the perspective of his identity as Pope.

"The Night Watch warriors also brought a few words of advice to Captain Markov."

Seeing that Ian didn't show any major emotional fluctuations, the maid simply continued:

"He met some old members of the former Phobos family. Among them, Gale, the former clerk, wants to meet you."

Ian immediately recalled what Gale looked like.

Gail is the oldest person in the Phobos family and joined the Phobos family more than ten years earlier than Leal.

Because I don't have the talent of a knight or a magician, I became a clerk.

In the past, old Phobos would not let Ian leave the family residence, and Ian often asked Gale to tell him about the situation in Songlan City.

Every time, Gail would bring him a special snack.

Until more than two months ago, when the Phobos family left Songlan City in despair, Gale, who had lived there all his life...

Perhaps because he was old and wanted to return to his roots, he did not choose to follow Ian, but only helped Ian contact the horse dealer.

Ian understood this. The Phobos family did not keep slaves, and everyone had the right to make choices that were beneficial to them.

Gail, who was paid a fixed salary, did the most he could do when they left.

Ian never blamed them.

However, Ian did not agree to Gail's request to meet him.

On the contrary, Lecia on the side spoke calmly:

"Your Holiness, the Dawn Cult is currently experiencing a period of rapid development. Although there is a great demand for talent, we cannot ignore the most important point."

"loyalty……"

Ian laughed and waved his hand.

"There's no need to say that... I'll go check out Songlan City when I have time, but not now."

"Markov has already conquered Songlan City and is only one step away from the capital. This holy war will soon come to an end unless something unexpected happens."

"However, the more we are at this moment, the more we must not be careless. The enemy's near-death counterattack is often even more hysterical."

After saying that, Ian looked at Layal and said:
"Bishop Leyal, thank you for taking the trouble to send some of the Undead Totems we have collected these days, and bring Leo back with you."

“When the capital of Birka is under the watchful eyes of the people, the end of this holy war will be even more grand.”

Layal nodded in agreement happily. The water in the royal capital was already very deep, and old Birka himself was cooperating with the demons.

It is possible that the demons will appear in the royal city to cooperate in the battle at that time.

It's always good to be prepared.

However, when Layal glanced at Ian, an idea suddenly occurred to him.

"Your Holiness, we have been at the starting point for over two months now, and the Dawn Cult is indeed developing rapidly and vigorously."

"But... the rapidly developing Dawn Cult seems to be missing the last link."

Ian raised his eyebrows, probably understanding what Layal meant.

But he didn't interrupt him and waited quietly for Leal to continue.

"As you said, the holy war has reached this point and has already attracted the attention of the vast majority of the Hundred Races Alliance."

Layal stared at Ian closely and said slowly:

"The upcoming battle between the Dawn Cult and the Royal Capital will surely make the world truly realize that our Dawn Cult is being watched by the gods."

There is no need to elaborate on the rest. Ian nodded slightly and said softly:
"When the final holy war arrives, I will personally travel to the royal capital. This time, I will spread the miracles and divine power of the dawn to even more distant lands."

"At the same time, the final stage of the holy war must also be properly arranged. No matter what, the Dawn Cult must represent justice!"

Layal smiled happily and nodded decisively.

"Of course, as long as you appear on the battlefield, justice will belong to the Dawn Cult!"

Ian said no more and looked at the sky outside the window with his hands behind his back.

As Layal said, it has been more than two months since we arrived at the starting point.

He never took a single step out of the starting point from beginning to end.

Of course, this was fine before now.

His Holiness the Pope needs to remain secretive, and Leal and the others are also worried about Ian's safety.

But now, this is no longer necessary.

Under certain circumstances, uncovering a mystery will lead to a greater mystery. And Ian's life is safe...

Frankly speaking, unless the Seven Sins Demon Lord comes in person, no one in the Rodri Continent can hurt him.

Furthermore...

There is still a bag of undead totems.

……

In the forest of elves.

At this time, the guardians of the ancient trees of life who were usually elusive have all appeared.

They gathered around the Ancient Tree of Life in silence, looking at Fishley who was standing in front of the Ancient Tree of Life with the Elf Queen.

A colorful magic light shield wrapped around the ancient tree of life that was nurturing the fruit of the elves.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Not long ago, Fishley debated with the crowd at the meeting of the Guardians of the Ancient Tree of Life, and the Elf Queen tended to support her.

Fishley successfully got a chance to try.

But for this, Fishley risked everything.

A druid, a quasi-wise man of the Council of Wise, and the first heir to the throne of the Queen...

Facing the questioning gazes of dozens of powerful guardians, Fishley's heart became more and more at peace.

Looking up at the lush and majestic ancient tree of life in front of her, Fishley's mind was full of Ian.

Fishley gradually understood the last words Ian left her before he left.

“Rather than remembering where we came from, we should understand where we are going.”

Today's elves have gradually deviated from their former course.

Escapism under high pressure, prejudice against fellow elves like Kalifa...

Fishley probably understood that these buckets of milk and bone meal were not for saving the ancient tree of life.

But to get the lost elves back on track.

The elves need the salvation of dawn!

At this moment, Fishley's faith and position became more firm.

Facing the gazes of dozens of guardians, Fishley took a step forward.

"Fishley."

Rock, who was standing at the front, spoke with a complicated expression.

"Are you really going to risk everything to attempt this almost impossible, so-called miracle?"

"Yes, Grandpa Rock."

Fishley answered without hesitation.

"Do you really believe that the so-called god named Dawn who suddenly appeared can save the Ancient Tree of Life?"

"No, I never wanted to save the Ancient Tree of Life!"

Fishley clasped her hands together, and at this moment there was no more hesitation in her heart.

"The ones who truly need salvation are the current elves!"

After saying that, without giving others a chance to dissuade her again, Fishley quickly stepped forward.

Carefully holding the unusually heavy milk, he brought it closer to the thick roots of the ancient tree of life.

"Most benevolent and holy Dawn, please send down your divine light to dispel the affliction of the Ancient Tree of Life and restore the original aspirations of the elves."

"The dawn will last forever!"

After silently saying her final prayer, Fishley poured the milk on the ground.

The first bucket, the second bucket, the third bucket...

When all the milk had been poured out, a large pond of milk formed on the ground.

Fishley's heart was in her throat, and she looked up at the Ancient Tree of Life with longing.

A few minutes passed...

The Ancient Tree of Life remained as still as a mountain. Everything was so calm that the Elf Queen, who was watching from a distance, gradually felt disheartened.

The glimmer of hope that had just been raised gradually died out with the silence of the ancient tree of life.

Rock sighed, looked at the Elf Queen and said:

"Your Majesty, regarding Fishley's punishment..."

Before he finished speaking, something strange happened.

A strange, refreshing milk aroma wafted out from the pond and entered the nostrils of everyone present.

The elves didn't know how to describe the feeling.

can only say……

It was the instinct of life that urged them on, madly blowing the charge horn to them, forcing them to quickly drink up the milk.

The Elf Queen swallowed her saliva, and the luster in her eyes, which had gradually dimmed, brightened again.

For a moment, everyone held their breath and looked at Fishley in disbelief.

"This is……"

Rock was shocked and took a step forward. He subconsciously condensed a beam of emerald green light from the staff in his hand and extended it towards the milk pond.

"Buzz!"

Just as the magic beam was about to penetrate the milk, the Ancient Tree of Life suddenly burst out with a dazzling and brilliant light of life.

A huge and thick root rumbled out of the ground, and with an impatient madness, it viciously whipped away Rock, who had been guarding it the longest.

next second.

Dozens of roots thicker than humans broke through the soil.

"The Ancient Tree of Life is rioting!"

Rock landed on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood with difficulty.

"No!"

The Elf Queen was overjoyed, feeling the ultimate joy conveyed by the Ancient Tree of Life.

"The miracle of dawn has arrived!"

The vines plunged into the milk pool like a dragon, and the life force rhythmically surged, taking away a large amount of milk each time.

Faintly, everyone seemed to hear the ancient and joyful call of the Ancient Tree of Life.

"More!"

"More!"

“I want more!!!”

(End of this chapter)