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Chapter 151: In the past tense, will memory bear fruit?

 Since a long time ago, trees have been growing. Their stubborn and stubborn posture can be seen in deep and lush forests, in twists and turns of hidden canyons, by clear and quiet lakes, and on steep and steep cliffs.

Now, another tree has ushered in the moment of growth.

After absorbing all the memories and emotions of an old man over the long years, the holy dagger-the bane of vegetation released a bright red light. Those strands of light seemed to have boiled and burned in the human blood vessels, stirring and surging.

The vitality of the seeds gathered together at this time, intertwined with each other, and gradually formed the shape of a seed. The seed slowly fell in front of Olvera. When the princess raised her head, she saw its appearance, with mottled eyes still

Tears.

Slowly reaching out her hand to catch the seed, feeling the warm breath it exuded when it stayed in her palm, Oveira's eyes were blank and sad, as if she had realized that this was the last thing left to her by her teacher.

Her companions in the void space looked at her worriedly, fearing that she would collapse and lose the courage to move forward because of Mrs. Tree's self-sacrifice.

But such worries seemed unnecessary, because Oveira's consciousness soon recovered from her trance. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes vigorously. After wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her eyes became firm again.

"Thank you, teacher."

She whispered to the seed in her palm, as if that person could still hear her words, thanking her for caring and taking care of her, and thanking her for always showing up and helping when she needed it most.

If in the past, when the princess of Bemang was tortured to the point of despair by a curse, no teacher had stood up and told everyone in an unquestionable tone that it was a disease, not a curse, perhaps her gloomy childhood would not have been able to get any short but warm warmth.

the comfort; if now, when Olvera, who has lost all her companions, will face those ferocious and powerful enemies again, without a teacher suddenly appearing and sending her this dagger and this seed, her resistance will only be

It's like a desperate struggle, futile.

The princess once thought that she had become accustomed to loneliness over the long years, but only then did she realize that she had never been truly lonely.

She gently let go of her hand, letting the blood-red seed break away from her palm and fall to the cold stone floor. At that moment, it was like snowflakes falling in the depths of the bright sunshine, and the seed melted and disappeared. But

Olvera knew that it had not disappeared, but was just waiting for the moment to sprout.

Thump——thump——

Is that the sound of a heartbeat? Maybe it’s the sound of a seed tapping its shell as it absorbs nutrients. It doesn’t absorb nutrients from the soil and sunlight, but grows by absorbing the memories and emotions of life, so it’s the same as Olvera’s heartbeat.

With the same beat, every movement and relaxation will stimulate pure and majestic vitality, gradually filling the corridor.

Finally at a certain moment, the seeds sprouted, broke out of the ground, and quickly began to grow, branch out, expand, and form a towering appearance.

The tree body is as solid and steep as a mountain, with the castle as the main body. The thick branches are crisscrossed like thousands of huge pythons, extending to the endless sky. Even if the way forward is blocked by a ceiling made of obsidian rocks,

He had no intention of stopping, but instead pushed upwards more firmly. With the unstoppable power inherent in life, he broke through those solid mud and stone structures, broke through the ceiling, and then pushed through those blockades without stopping.

The walls, towering towers and closed spires shattered every hard brick into fragments all over the sky, looking towards the hazy sky that shrouded the castle, like a giant on the ground stretching out thousands of pairs of huge arms.

Forcefully tearing apart the heavy accumulation of dark clouds.

Countless emerald green leaves grow along the direction of the branches. Each leaf is as big as a tower, but it is as light as weightless. When it is blown by the strong wind high in the sky, it makes a spectacular sound.

Under the lush umbrella-shaped tree trunks, the turbulent tides roared past one after another, like hitting the barriers at the edge of the world, emitting a mighty echo and swallowing up those ancient rocks covered with seaweed and moss.

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At the same time, the tree roots absorbed the majestic life force and gave birth to a huge root network, which penetrated deep into the bottom of the castle. They might cling to the walls and floors, walking like snakes, and easily lift off the covering stone bricks.

They plowed up horrible scars in the hard and solid layers of mud and stone; or they slapped all obstacles in front of them arrogantly and unreasonably. The old castle that had stood for thousands of years and had not yet collapsed looked like a model built by a child out of clay in front of these roots.

It is so fragile that it is easily pierced by thousands of shocking holes by sharp roots.

The winding and spreading tree roots surged through the holes and crawled underground relying on instinct. The speed was so fast that people thought it was a brown wave rushing past in front of their eyes. Along the way, they smashed open countless floors and ceilings, shattering countless

The room that existed but was inaccessible eventually even expanded into the territory of the guardians. The twelve arched stone pillars lifted up from the ground, the hundreds of towers standing under the sea of ​​stars, the turbulent and boundless dark ocean, and even the surging excitement.

The Fire Arena has been incorporated into this huge root network and has become part of the towering tree.

At this time, if you look from the outside world to the high cliff where the castle stands, you will definitely see a majestic sacred tree that penetrates the earth and the sky. Its surface is gray-black like a rock, and its thick branches are like thousands of

It extended upward like a hundred giant hands, tearing the dark and gloomy sky into pieces. The huge umbrella-shaped crown set off surging waves of leaves. Between the leaves and the gaps between the leaves, the remaining clouds dissociated and dispersed, and the depths penetrated.

It gives off a cold lead-gray color; the dense roots expand downward and penetrate deeply into the steep cliffs, like a spectacular network of roots, breaking loose mudstones, faults that are about to peel off, and even on the verge of breaking.

The internal rock structures are all tightly bound together and reconstructed into a whole.

As for the main part of the tree trunk, it is an ancient and dilapidated castle, large in scale but gloomy. Its gardens, walls, towers and spiers... all look like rough rocks, unpolished, leaving behind after the tree grows.

What came down were only the cracks and gaps after the turmoil. The city walls and towers were broken and collapsed. The gardens were in a mess and dilapidated. The cracks between the bricks and stones were penetrated by thinner and smaller vines... It seemed that it was on the verge of collapse. We must rely on this.

Only with the support of a giant tree can the end of destruction be avoided.

From sprouting, growing, branching, extending branches, expanding roots, and finally growing into a towering giant tree in front of you, in Olvera's eyes, less than a breath of time passed. From tree to

A thousand years may not be enough for a human's journey; but does it only take such a short time for a seed to grow into a magnificent sacred tree? What is the difference between a tree and a human? As the teacher once told himself

, in the story about how trees should grow and how people should fight against loneliness?

Olivia stared blankly at the giant tree that passed through the entire castle and supported the entire line of sight. She saw that it had rough gray-black bark, as if it had been sharpened countless times by wind, frost, rain and snow, and its wrinkles were far more wrinkled than the years.

The ravine is even deeper.

She unconsciously reached out her hand and stroked the rough and mottled tree trunk. It was as if she had injected a force from the outside into it. Olvera vaguely heard an ancient whisper, and then there was a trembling feeling in her palms.

, the floor that was still intact under the feet was also shaking violently, as if the entire castle had reacted to the movement of this giant tree. The next moment, from a distant direction, a sound came from the end of the corridor on the fifth floor.

A long wolf howl.

The giant silver wolf left the space between the rulers, which was already occupied by thick roots, and appeared in front of the princess with unhurried steps. The latter subconsciously became vigilant and raised the only holy weapon in his hand.

The dagger, the bane of grass and trees, was ready for battle. However, the giant wolf only glanced at her and did not launch an attack. He continued to move towards the trunk of the giant tree, came under the towering and lush branches, and looked up.

Breaking through the highest dome of the city wall, the tree canopy is as deep as an umbrella canopy.

Oveira was surprised by its sudden and inexplicable behavior. What surprised her even more was that she also caught a glimpse of other guardians from the corner of her eyes: On the fourth floor, a dark magician stood on an extending branch.

On the third floor, there is a bone tree with an old face, with pale roots as its feet, wandering under a certain tree root, like an inconspicuous grass; even on the second floor, there is a martial arts hero

The arrogant Martial God Emperor Karna also appeared, holding three red-gold giant swords, standing in front of the tree trunk, staring at the giant tree with eyes that were both profound and full of admiration and regret.

Except for the ruler at the bottom, the guardians from other floors all appeared under this tree at this moment.

The princess looked at his back and was about to say something, but she was shocked to see that all the guardian figures turned into bright beams of light at this moment: silver moonlight, bright starlight, pale tree light, and red-gold enthusiasm

Firelight... Each ray of light flew upwards, tracing a winding and intertwining trajectory in the sight, and finally merged into the canopy that covered the sky. It transformed its own power into the power of the tree, and then formed a sacred tree.

fruit.

The guardians are all phantoms created by Olvera's memory, and Mrs. Tree used her own sacrifice to give these memories a new meaning.

The sacred fruit formed by the accumulation of all memories swayed gently away from the tree crown, turned into light spots all over the sky, floated towards the princess, and integrated into her body. The power born from the memory also naturally integrated into her soul.
As a result, the properties panel that had become blank due to rewinding the game reappeared——

【Hero:Ovela】

【hp:∞/∞】

【mp:∞/∞】

【atp:∞/∞】

【ctp:∞/∞】

[Awakened Weapon: Holy Dagger - Grass Catastrophe]

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