Chapter 718 Will you be beaten to death if you eat soul flames?
Immortal Lord? There was a weird smile on everyone's face. Anthony turned to Ann Ruth and asked: "How long has it been here with you?"
An Lusi said hesitantly: "I don't know, it may have been tens of thousands of years ago. From the legends passed down orally by the elders of the clan, there have always been descriptions of the great elf. I grew up listening to its deeds.
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"Haha, the undead lord only came to the surface of chaos hundreds of years ago. The time is not right, so beat it." Nigris said with a smile.
"Ouch!" The little angel went up and gave it a good beating. It was most appropriate for the Holy Spirit Angel to beat the undead creature, and vice versa.
The corpse witch howled miserably, and his soul sank. Who would have thought that there would be people on the Chaos side that the undead master couldn't frighten? And these people...
No, no, that person is too powerful. No matter what, he is still the god who ignited the divine fire. Although the number of believers is too small, the divine power is not obvious, but he will not be beaten to death by a punch, right? What are the backgrounds of these people?
After a beating, Anthony asked: "How long have you been lighting the divine fire?"
The corpse witch hesitated for a moment.
Divine light slowly emerged from Anthony's body, and a light-like crown appeared on his head. His whole body was filled with divine light. He asked again: "How long have you been lighting the divine fire?"
Anthony's voice, driven by divine power, hit the corpse witch's soul like waves one after another, making it tremble: This...this...this is also a god?!
It can be seen from the beginning that there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides. Almost everyone on Ange's side can see through the divine power of the corpse witch at a glance, but the corpse witch actually realizes it later?
But it's not his fault. Ange's strength is so strong that it doesn't overflow at all when restrained. Anthony's soul is in Ange, and Nigris is directly projected. It's normal not to see it.
This brought a powerful shock to the Corpse Witch, especially since Anthony was still belittling: "Your godhead is so weak, and your control power is also very weak. From time to time, your divine power leaks out. Have you never learned how to do it?"
Are you going to be a god? We have a god training class here, do you want to sign up for a class and learn it?"
"You...who are you?" the corpse witch asked.
"Didn't you say that? We are envoys from the kingdom of the gods. Forget it, let me introduce you to you. I am the spokesperson of God in the world, the interpreter of the oracle, the singer of the holy music, and the wielder of the sword of punishment.
Swordman, Pope, Saint Anthony. How should I call you?" Anthony said majestically.
The corpse witch was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped, and he murmured after a long while: "Although I don't understand, such a long name sounds so powerful, but you are not a god, you are just a spokesperson?
What god’s spokesman?”
Anthony gave up his position: "This is my main god."
The corpse witch's expression froze, and Ange, who blew it up with one punch, was much more intimidating than those gods who didn't even listen.
He couldn't beat her, couldn't bluff her, and it hurt so much when the little girl on the opposite side beat her. The corpse witch gave in and responded: "You can call me Escris."
"Hey, what a good elf name. You were also an elf when you were alive? Let me see." Anthony went over to it, pulled up the sparse dead hair on its head, straightened its ears, and then applied a facial cleansing spell.
The entire auricle filled up, and the tip of an elf's ear bulged out.
"Is it really an elf? There is an elf corpse witch? It's so rare." Anthony was surprised.
On Ange's shoulder, the God of Life and the saplings couldn't help but pop up and look at the Elf Corpse Witch.
Undead creatures reincarnated by elves are very rare. Unless they are skeletons and zombies that are deliberately summoned, no wise lich has ever seen one.
As for the undead, because they have no body, it depends on whether they have retained their memories. If the memories they retained during life are of elves, they can be considered undead elves. Unfortunately, we have not yet seen any undead who recognize themselves as elves.
It doesn't matter if the God of Life appears. An Lusi's legs softened when she saw them. She almost fell to the ground. The elves are the elves of the sacred tree. Even if she has never seen them before, she can recognize these two at a glance.
What tree is it.
But everyone's attention was not on her, they were just playing around with the Elf Corpse Witch.
"Hey, it's still a woman?" Nigris said in surprise as he looked at the corpse witch that was constantly revitalizing and filling up.
Anthony has a deep understanding of this: "It's not surprising that the status of women in elves is higher. Isn't the elf who holds up his belt and comes to me for a drink every day also a woman?"
"That's not a trousers belt, that's the belt of the holy armor. I made a belt out of nowhere. The elves' aesthetics are really strange." Nigris complained.
Soon the corpse witch was reanimated into a living, tender elf.
"Isn't this the big elf it transformed into? So it turned out to be herself?"
"She's quite beautiful. Are all elves so beautiful? The real person is more beautiful than the phantom, not as heroic as Gaillard, but more mature and more chaste."
Everyone was commenting, but Escris was already in a state of paralysis. She looked at her white hands in disbelief, then touched her face, then touched the fleshy parts of her body, and asked in a whisper:
"This... what kind of miracle is this?"
"Miracles? Oh, this is the grace of the immortal god. Do you want to know more? Come here, answer a few questions for me, and I will show you more of my Lord's miracles."
Faced with all these incredible things, Aisicles had already lost her mind and was at a loss. Soon she was tricked by Anthony.
This is a sad story. After the Divine Tree of All Realms died, the void elves who once relied on it for survival immediately lost their support. Some died of starvation and freezing, some were robbed and killed by the ancient gods, and their number decreased sharply.
The end is far more miserable than if the plane elves lost the God of Life. After all, the God of Life just ran away from home, and his body is still in place and can continue to protect the plane elves.
But the void elves have really lost their protection completely. The Chaos side is too dangerous. Without the protection of the sacred tree, these void elves are no different from harmless little white rabbits in the eyes of the ancient gods.
Relying on the remnants of the sacred tree, the void elves have struggled to survive for hundreds of thousands of years, and their numbers have continued to decrease.
But while the number is decreasing, the lifespan of the void elves is also decreasing. After a few generations, it dropped to the normal around 200 years old. However, as the sacred tree withered, the living environment became worse and worse, and few elves could live to the end of their lives.
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However, as life spans decrease, the fertility rate of elves has actually increased, and the number of ethnic groups has actually increased.
Escris was born under such circumstances, and hundreds of thousands of years have passed since the sacred tree died.
Asikris grew up, learned, escaped, and struggled hard to survive. However, danger still came. An ancient god broke into the habitat, destroyed the small settlement where she lived, and killed all the elves.
With the death of Escris, the story should have ended abruptly, but it didn't. She came back to life and was reincarnated into an undead creature, and the story has just begun.
Escris didn't know why she became like this, let alone what an undead creature was. She only knew that she seemed to have become a living corpse. Her heart didn't beat, she didn't need to breathe to eat, and she couldn't grow.
It will only wither and turn into a shriveled corpse.
She was at a loss and wandered aimlessly for a long time, until one day she came to another elf settlement, which had just been destroyed by another ancient god. Almost all the elves had disappeared, leaving only ruins.
In the ruins, she found a still alive baby elf.
The confused Escris suddenly had a new goal, to raise this baby elf. However, the void was cruel, and the baby elf died before it was two years old.
It's hard to describe Escris's mood at that time. She felt that the whole world was disconnected from her, and everything had nothing to do with her. She just knelt there stupidly, looking at the body of the baby elf.
,I do not know how long it has been.
When she woke up again, the corpse of the baby elf had turned into a pile of bones and integrated with the ground, making it impossible to dig them out.
"It may take tens of thousands of years to fuse with the stone, and it also requires a suitable environment." Negris said softly.
Escris really didn’t know how many years had passed. Anyway, she woke up and wandered around in a daze. Her state was no different from the zombies wandering around. The only difference was that she could see some fireworks and capture them.
Fireworks will make her sober up.
After an unknown amount of time passed, maybe she caught enough fireworks, and she suddenly remembered who she was.
"Well, the fireworks you are talking about are not this kind of thing, right? Ange, show her the whole ball of soul flames." Nigris said.
Ange created a large ball of soul flame.
Escris swallowed, nodded and said, "Yes, that's it. Do you call it soul flame?"
Nigris gasped and said in shock: "You are looking for this kind of thing everywhere? Didn't it float towards you? Did you find it and then devour it? Are you the God Eater?"
"Ah? God Eater? Am I called a God Eater like this?" Escris asked blankly, she didn't know.
Negris said: "Ange, give her the soul flame and see if she can swallow it."
Ange handed over the soul flame in his hand, and Escris took it and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls.
Negri took a deep breath and said: "It is indeed the God Eater. This is the first God Eater I have ever seen. Oh, no, it is the second one. Little Ghost is the first one. Fortunately, she was born
In the chaotic plane, if she was born in the main plane and lived for tens of thousands of years, no god would be able to defeat her."
"Dedicate your soul. If you can't establish a mandatory soul connection, then kill her. Don't let the God Eaters live. They are the natural enemies of the gods." Negris said.
Escris, who was quite happy after just eating a soul flame, suddenly thought, "Will you be beaten to death if you eat a soul flame? If you don't eat it, I will spit it out."