The soul butterflies are the first ethnic group to be born. According to legend, they were transformed from the tears of the old gods and represent despair and pain. Since before the elves appeared, the soul butterflies have inhabited the elven continent.
However, they have never left that dense forest, or to be precise, it is the giant poisonous swamp wrapped in that dense forest. Male soul butterflies are naturally immune to toxins, and they need to constantly devour toxins to embark on the journey of transformation.<
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Female soul butterflies are naturally fearless of any neurological spells, and they also have unimaginable resistance to toxins. In other words, the giant poisonous swamp is a natural barrier for the soul butterfly clan.
On the one hand, the soul butterflies are devouring toxins, and on the other hand, they are producing toxins all the time. Therefore, even the top experts cannot enter the territory of the soul butterflies.
And the elves are a people who are easy-going by nature, so they have been peaceful with each other for tens of thousands of years, each developing its own.
These past events have long been lost in the long history, and some documentary records can only be found in the elves. As a great mage, Christine loves reading, so she naturally collected many ancient books. Glory also has this hobby.
Ya, naturally she also knows many secrets.
However, Gloria deliberately wanted to know the secrets of the Soul Butterflies in detail. Coupled with the description of the female insect Alberto, it can be said that Gloria has already understood the habits of the Soul Butterflies.
Chest.
Two alchemy formations were taken out by Gloria from the blood pool. One was more than twenty meters in diameter. The other was even more exaggerated, about two hundred meters long and seventy meters wide.
The relatively small alchemy array began to disperse poisonous mist after it came out, while the other one was exactly the opposite, slowly absorbing the toxins that appeared out of thin air, but the speed was much slower.
More than ten hours later, the second floor of the cemetery was already filled with poisonous fog. The looming appearance was like being in a foggy forest.
But again, even the most powerful person will die if he sets foot here. After all, those two alchemy formations were made by Gloria with countless efforts.
On the surface, the two alchemy arrays are made of special metals mixed with a lot of "fine gold" and "dragon crystal powder". If they were really placed in the outside world, they could be exchanged for a city.
The most peculiar thing is that these two alchemy formations are a combination. One can absorb the power of various spiritual powers in the second floor of the necropolis at all times and transform them into toxins. The other will completely "stir" those toxins.
"broken", finally showing a mist-like form.
Moreover, as the proportion of the spiritual power of each department in the space changes, the toxins released from the mass will also change accordingly. This is the most wonderful thing about the two alchemy arrays, or the driver of the poisonous spiritual power.
The best place to practice.
In addition, the two alchemy array carriers are mixed with a large amount of "fine gold" and "dragon crystal powder", which can be said to be eternal and indestructible, and can last for at least hundreds of thousands of years without any problem.
And after hundreds of thousands of years, it is estimated that Gloria has already developed a better substitute. In other words, if her companions are eager to return to the ancient continent, then give her another hundred years, and the entire
The cemeteries will become more perfect, at least they will not be built in such a hurry as now.
The two alchemy arrays were carried by the power of blood and placed properly. Then Gloria tore up another animal skin scroll, and saw a large amount of silt, sand, and soil pouring out. In the end, a giant tidal flat was perfectly created.
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"The mire and poisonous mist are the most basic ecological characteristics of the Soul Butterfly clan. It's a pity that I spent all my efforts, but it turned out to be a waste."
"Although the Soul Butterflies are not afraid of the sun, they are accustomed to living in a dark and humid environment. Anyway, let me waste some more time. After all, the so-called 'companions' should help."
Gloria is in the poisonous mist and doesn't care about the harm of poison entering her body. In other words, she is the creator here, and her strength is far above that of any peak powerhouse.
It was a brown glass bottle. Gloria pulled out the cork without any hesitation. Then densely packed small flying insects poured out and disappeared in the poisonous mist.
These small flying insects were requested by Gloria from Christine some time ago. They can be seen everywhere in the Whispering Forest and are famous for their tenacious vitality.
These small flying insects feed on toxins, or are fireflies that eat toxins. Their life cycle is three years, and from the moment they are born until they die, they continue to emit a faint light. And they spend their entire lives
They are all floating in the air, and only a few days before death will they choose to fall to the ground.
A moment later, the little ones who had eaten and drank were shining brighter and brighter. It was precisely because of their presence that the second floor of the curtain was no longer pitch black.
But that level is probably only liked by the soul butterfly clan. If it were any normal person, they would find it very depressing and dull.
"I named the second floor of the curtain 'Misty Beach', and I will live in Hastur from now on!"
"This is also the second barrier of the entire necropolis. I hope Hastur can fulfill his duties in the future and stop embarrassing everyone!"
After saying this, Gloria also raised her feet and started wandering around in this "fog tidal flat". This was her habit. Regardless of the preparation stage, implementation process, or completion of anything, she had to confirm it again and again to avoid any omissions. Gloria herself is a very schizophrenic and evil little girl, so if her words fall into the ears of people who don't understand her, they will naturally become ridicules or insults.
But the six companions have long been accustomed to her way of speaking. In other words, in the eyes of the companions, Gloria is a person who is very bad at expressing personal emotions. To put it more clearly, she is used to disguise herself with a mean attitude.
Like a little hedgehog that doesn’t want anyone to hurt it.
Therefore, although Gloria's words were unpleasant, they did not really hurt any of her companions over the years. On the contrary, she helped again and again, and she did not cause any trouble on weekdays.<
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Therefore, although Gloria's strength is far superior to Hastur's, she still spent a lot of energy to create this safe haven for her opponent. She also reproduced the original living environment of the Soul Butterfly clan to the greatest extent, which is incredible.
I tried my best.
After all, during the early days when she was trapped in the Jackdaw City of the Pawa Federation, Hasta did not hesitate to pay the price of blindness, but always guarded the unconscious Rikka, and did his best to fight against the pursuit of the Pava Federation's cavalry.
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Compared to Hastur's efforts, what does the "Misty Beach" she created with her own hands count? At least Gloria feels that it is not enough, and she will have to help the other party in the future.
From testing the concentration of toxins, to observing the life characteristics of "fireflies", from sensing the operation of two alchemy arrays, to testing the passage connecting the first floor of the necropolis.
Gloria focuses on doing her own thing, with a level of seriousness that many top experts cannot match. Perhaps this is her greatest capital. Whenever she does something, she must do it well.
Rather than giving up halfway or being full of mistakes.
When it was time to look down on Hastur, she would naturally still speak harshly. But when it was time to protect Hastur, she would naturally do it herself.
The poisonous fog finally returned to a stable state, and Gloria was seen drifting to the third floor of the necropolis. After all, this was just the beginning, and the real troubles were yet to come. She never wanted the necropolis to be teased by her companions.
Otherwise, what would be the purpose of all my efforts over the past few decades?