As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

However, the elder beside her smiled gently and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, those children are not wrong."

"Especially Roy."

After Booker said this, he couldn't help but feel emotional.

The heirs of the [False King] always have a rough fate, but they will never leave the stage easily.

He had a vague feeling that the trial for young people had just begun.

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In the center of the misty forest, Sharon was crawling under a huge rotten tree, hugging her cracked body and shaking uncontrollably.

It's not just fear, but also hatred.

The life-giving west wind brought her bone-gnawing pain even more terrifying than the dragon's flames, nearly tearing her apart from the inside out. Even though the power of the Mother Goddess healed her fatal wounds, it could not eliminate the humiliating pain that spread with every passing moment.

Above her head, a sneer descended from the burning dark green light.

"Priest Sharon, you have failed again."

"Last time it was the Sword Ghost, and this time you actually lost to a mortal student. What a waste of the great power bestowed upon you by the Mother Goddess!"

Upon hearing this, Sala's eyes were filled with pus due to his excitement. He immediately said in a trembling voice: "He is not an ordinary person!"

"He can control dragon flames that shouldn't be used by mortals, and he can also inspire the west wind of the [Forest Spirits]. He is the blood of that foul false king!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the arrogant and mocking voices fell into a deathly silence.

For the evil cult, the blood of the false king is sometimes a treasure that they must obtain at all costs, and sometimes a hateful enemy that they will never give up. But for [Withering of All Things], it is a terrifying opponent that they are unwilling to be enemies with.

Chapter 107 Exhausted

"Blood of a fake king, so what? He's just a brat who hasn't grown up after all."

"We finally managed to sneak into the secret realm, exposed to the sunlight, and have laid out so many plans. How could we give up halfway?"

"That being said, it is the blood of the false king after all. If he can really leverage divine power..."

The dark green light balls were caught in a dilemma.

The whereabouts of the blood stone are unknown, and for this operation, they exposed the spies hidden in various forces. If they fail again this time, it will greatly affect the awakening of the Mother Goddess.

No cultist fears death. The physical demise is but a return to the Mother Goddess's embrace, their long-cherished wish.

But failing to complete the mission, offering sacrifices to the Mother Goddess, and disappointing the Mother Goddess's expectations is what [Withering of All Things] cannot accept the most.

The blood of the false king today is likely to have mastered the power of the false gods of the First Age, and can also stimulate the potential of the [Forest Elves].

[Withering of All Things] has made a lot of preparations this time. With the blessing of the barrier called [Fallen Forest Sea], plus the priest Sharon Blackwood, it is more than enough to face Sequence 6.

However, the [False King] plus the [Forest Spirit] is the worst combination for them.

The blood of the false king can leverage divine power, while the [Forest Elves] can control the source of life, the west wind. It is not simply a matter of combat power, but these two forces are essentially their biggest nemesis.

Previously, Nia Jasmine was only a Sequence 8, but with the blessing of the false king's blood, her threat level suddenly increased, and she was no longer the little girl who was powerless to fight back.

But just as everyone was arguing, the withered tree trunk in front of Sharon began to tremble slightly, and a woman's facial features emerged.

An invisible pressure descended upon this place, the leaves fell and the grass withered, as if life itself was gradually fading away.

In this dead silence,

The dark green light balls were all dim, and Sharon and a group of cultists were kneeling down, silent as a mouse, yet extremely excited.

That is the oracle.

The oracle from the Mother Goddess!

"My children will handle the false king..."

"Just offer the [Forest Spirit]..."

After saying this, the facial features on the trees disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the earth began to tremble faintly.

Sharon was ecstatic, pus flowing uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. She looked up at the depths of the earth, the center of all withering.

Although she could not see the scene underground, Sharon knew that there were seeds that she had buried with her own hands, as well as the body of the Mother Goddess's Son.

She could feel that the seed, which was originally only the size of a grain of rice, had already expanded to dozens of meters after absorbing nutrients from the misty forest.

And just after the Mother Goddess descended, the shell of the seed finally showed a crack.

A withered, evil branch covered with yellow-green pus is slowly breaking out of the ground!

"Everyone, don't worry anymore. The Son of the Mother Goddess will soon wake up! The blood of the false king is nothing to be afraid of!" Sharon's face showed enthusiasm and excitement, as well as a hint of deep awe.

So what if it was the blood of a false king? In the face of true divine power, we are still mere mortals!

The dark green ball of light also shone, sweeping away the previous fear.

"Now that we no longer have to worry about the false king's blood, the most important thing now is to find the whereabouts of the Forest Spirit."

"Please rest assured, with the [Fallen Sea of ​​Trees] here, those mortals won't be able to escape."

Sharon smiled coldly, closed her eyes, and slowly opened her hands.

From under the dark green robe, vines slowly emerged, like blood vessels, connecting to the center of the barrier and then to the entire forest.

[Fallen Forest] can not only control the defense of plants and extract their vitality to enhance their extraordinary power, but it is also equivalent to a monitoring area.

In this state, every leaf and every vine is connected to Sharon's senses, and not even a mosquito can escape her pursuit.

Even if the [Forest Elves] have the ability to conceal their breath, it can only delay a little time at most.

At the same time, yellow-green miasma replaced the fog and spread throughout the forest.

Unlike the mild mist that the teachers had handled, anyone who came into contact with this miasma would have their extraordinary strength drastically reduced, or even be eroded by the power of the Mother Goddess.

Whether it's the Blood of the False King or the [Forest Spirit], they are both only at Sequence 89. How long can they last under this miasma?

Perhaps there was no need for the noble Son of God to take action, as they would have collapsed in the forest exhausted like pathetic ants!

Thinking of this, Sharon couldn't help but raise the corners of her dry mouth.

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"Run!"

"Help, someone save me... I don't want to die!"

In the misty forest, tragic escapes are taking place everywhere.

The extraordinary beings who were able to enter the forest in the first place were naturally no ordinary people, but the yellow-green miasma was rapidly consuming their strength. Meanwhile, the vines and branches everywhere would heal themselves, launching endless attacks.

The proud children of the magic academy became lambs to be slaughtered. If they were children of nobles, they might be held hostage at the edge of the secret realm as a warning to the outside world not to act rashly. If they were commoners, they would be pierced directly by tree branches and beaten to a pulp.

The tree branch suddenly rose up, and the three girls, who had exhausted their strength, had no time to dodge and were sent flying on the spot.

There is still a way to escape ahead, but they can no longer hold on.

"No......"

Amidst their sorrowful cries, countless vines wrapped around them, entwined their hands and feet, licked them greedily, and sucked their vitality.

Being beaten into an ugly, mummified corpse was undoubtedly the most unacceptable way for young girls to die. However, no matter how they struggled, those weak fists and feet could not pose any threat to the vines.

But at this moment, several wind blades came and cut off the vines.

When everyone looked up, they found that two figures, a man and a woman, had appeared out of nowhere.

The black-haired boy rushed over and pulled them up.

"Hurry! Run to the front and you'll be safe!"

The entire forest is under the control of the cult, so where is the safe place?

Having said that, with the boy's firm encouragement and his handsome appearance, the three girls squeezed out their last bit of strength and ran after him.

Everyone stumbled and followed him to the back of the elf girl.

A emerald green wind barrier suddenly rose up, like a thin veil.

Countless vines were about to attack, but suddenly froze in mid-air, turned left and right, looked around, and became like a headless fly. After jumping around for a while, they shrank back.

A barrier? And a high-level barrier that could hide it from those cultists?!

The students in the academy were all knowledgeable and knew very well that this barrier was above the average level of barriers on the market.

Before the three girls could exclaim in surprise, they heard some noise and looked behind them. They were shocked to find that hundreds of students had gathered there, with bonfires and tents set up. A well-organized campsite was there, like the safest haven in the world.

The black-haired boy smiled gently: "Rest assured, it's safe here."

The three girls woke up as if from a dream, hugged each other, and burst into tears because they had saved their lives.

Chapter 108 Reward

After settling the rescued girls, Douglas, who was in charge of tidying up the camp, walked towards Roy and Nia.

The prince of the Kingdom of Golden Sands also looked exhausted, but he still maintained his composure and said politely, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's nothing. This is what I should do." Roy shook his head and responded modestly.

Douglas, however, put away his polite smile, stared at me, and said sternly, "No, without you, we would have been dead long ago."

"Not to mention that you guys previously repelled the cultists, this barrier alone is amazing."

Douglas looked around, his eyes filled with unconcealable amazement.

Ordinary students could only tell that this barrier was not ordinary, but as a prince of a country, Douglas knew more.

Among extraordinary props, enchantments are the most expensive.

High-level barriers that can block the detection of cultists are rare, but they do exist. However, a barrier like the one in front of him, which is easy to carry, simple to operate, and can be set up so quickly, still exceeded Douglas's imagination.

This is at least an extraordinary prop of national treasure level.

Being able to easily pull out such a thing, and coupled with his previous strength enough to confront the cultists head-on, Douglas has completely believed that Roy is definitely not an ordinary marquis's son.

However, Roy himself waved his hand helplessly: "Nothing, this is more due to Nia's efforts."

After defeating the cultists of [Withering of All Things], Roy tried to lead everyone to retreat, but found that the entire forest was under the control of the other party.

At that time, Roy and Nia's extraordinary powers had reached their limit, and the other students were also exhausted. If they continued like this, they would be exhausted to death.

Although the situation was different from what was expected, [Elemental Barrier: Remnant] came in handy at this time.

[Elemental Barrier·Remnant] can absorb the user's extraordinary power to generate a corresponding barrier.

The reason why the cultists were prevented from snooping was entirely because of Nia's life source, the West Wind, which had the ability to conceal her breath and purify the miasma.

The barrier maximizes the power of the life-giving west wind and extends it in all directions, thus creating a safe shelter.

Otherwise, Roy and Nia would have to continuously release the life-source west wind to protect everyone, which would tire them to death.

But the girl next to him was a little unhappy when she heard this.

She ate up the grilled mushrooms in her hand in a few bites, pointed at Roy with a skewer, and said vaguely, "What do you mean by 'my credit'? It's obviously yours."

"Without you, I wouldn't be able to use any wind at all, okay?"

Nia, who always likes to show off, seems to be serious when facing Roy.

Roy scratched his cheek and said with a wry smile, "Without you, this barrier would be useless."

Douglas on the side was frowning, wondering what was there to argue about. He just felt that he was caught between the two people who were laughing and scolding each other, and was extremely redundant.

After arguing for a long time without any result, and seeing Douglas being left aside, Roy came to his senses and warned, "However, this barrier is not omnipotent. It's only a matter of time before the cultists discover it."

"Before that, let's take some time to rest."

Douglas nodded seriously.

"But, right now, you two are the ones who need rest the most, right?"

"Ugh?"

"First you fought with the cultists, then after setting up the barrier, you went to search and rescue the survivors. It's time for you to take a break. So, I will be in charge of vigilance from now on." Douglas asked with concern.

After hearing what he said, Roy realized that his body felt a little heavy, and Nia beside him started yawning.

Not only has their extraordinary strength run out, their physical and mental strength has also been greatly depleted, and they really need to rest.