The Tree of Life can take root in many unimaginable places, and it can even change the living environment of the entire planet. This has been confirmed by the elves.
It can be said that the seeds of this tree are simply treasures. They are super environmental improvement equipment that cannot be matched by Alan Hill's technology no matter how powerful it is.
It's a pity that two of these trees of life cannot survive on one planet. If possible, the top management of Airan Hill would even like to replace all the greenery in Seris City with the elven tree of life.
Now, Queen Andrea is using her magic to generate the seeds of the Tree of Life that she brought to the Demon Realm. This is an important task for her to come to the Demon Realm.
As long as the Tree of Life takes root and sprouts in the Demon Realm, the ecological and environmental problems that Alan Hill has been worried about can be completely solved.
If the seeds of the Tree of Life germinate, it means that the devil world is a place suitable for the reproduction of life, and there will be no deadly viruses and bacteria.
"Great Moon Goddess... you have given us life, and we are willing to serve you until the end of our lives..." Andrea knelt in front of the seed that looked full of patterns and had extremely strong vitality,
He opened his mouth and murmured.
As she murmured, the elven treasure, the seeds of the Tree of Life, began to slowly crack open, and the patterns on it full of magical energy began to shine with dazzling light as she murmured.
Then, the roots of light formed from pure life energy penetrated little by little into the surrounding soil and began to inject new nutrients into the earth.
With the spread of this energy, lush grass began to grow on the ground, and a green life spread, blowing away all the haze on the entire island.
Then this breath of life continued to spread, driving away the sinister air, and completely wiped away the feeling of belonging to the devil world.
At the same time, near the Tree of Life, flowers bloomed, and a huge energy rolled and transpired. As the Tree of Life grew, it formed a huge force.
In a distant place, the almost transparent figure formed by the source of magic painfully pointed his face in the direction of the sprouting tree of life.
He felt a huge life force, a force that made him uncomfortable and disliked him very much.
"The tree of life of the elves... damn it... they actually put that thing in the world I rule! Bastard!" The magic eye trembled in pain, and the human form that was not completely condensed even began to scatter.
"I hate this power... This power should not appear in this world!" While struggling, he also released stronger magical power, which made the fragile human form feel slightly more comfortable.
"Come here! How are our secret weapons prepared?" He slumped on his throne and watched several demon generals walk into the hall and kneel at his feet.
"The great source of magic... Our factory is imitating that weapon, but if it is used on a large scale, it will take more time." A general in charge of secret weapons knelt down and replied.
"We have no time! Idiots! They have already come to this world. Those damn ants on the magic continent are about to crawl into my hall!" The source of magic roared angrily.
His voice echoed throughout the hall, far and near. Although he was furious, he still maintained his majesty. It felt like he was not a human being.
"The great origin of magic... His Majesty the Demon King previously mobilized a lot of manpower and material resources to speed up the production of many demon missiles... Therefore, the construction period was... delayed." Sweat broke out on the demon general's forehead and he lowered his head.
explained.
"I don't need to explain! What I need is the results!" The source of magic controlled some of his emotions, but still interrupted the other party's explanation irritably: "You just need to tell me when you can get enough secret weapons."
Just put it into use.”
"Probably, it will probably take more than a month..." The demon general knew that this answer would not satisfy the source of magic, but he could only bite the bullet and answer.
"Get out! If you can't get the amount I want within 10 days, you will never have to come to see me again!" The voice of the source of magic still echoed in the hall, carrying an unquestionable momentum.
The demon general nodded quickly and bowed out of the hall: "Yes! I will supervise the task immediately... I will definitely complete the task."
He walked backwards and left the hall. He held down the long sword at his waist until he reached the corridor, and walked towards the men who followed him.
When those subordinates saw their boss's expression was not so good, they immediately lowered their heads and followed him, not even daring to ask any more questions.
As they walked, the leader of the demon general asked: "What happened to the secret weapons recovered from the remains captured by the puppet empire and other battlefields?"
"Sir... isn't the imitation work already in full swing... But even the people of Ailanhir don't use this thing anymore... No matter how many we make, what's the use?" A subordinate asked depressedly.
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"What do you know?" The leading general snorted coldly and continued to move forward: "They must not have imagined that one day, they will be defeated by the weapons they created! Victory will belong to us after all!"
Along with the sound of his footsteps, the light of the lighting fire danced in the empty hall, swaying out strange shadows.
On the other side, Ailan Hill launched a logical attack on the remaining demon troops.
Those demonic troops that landed were hiding in corners and lingering, but because of their extremely large numbers, they were not completely wiped out for a while.
The demon fleet remaining on the sea was even more miserable at this time. They had no time to escape, so they could only grit their teeth and continue to attack the beach.
The Airancier naval fleet actually gave the Demon Navy fleet a period of time to make their choice. If these warships were willing to turn around and leave, Airancier would not even pursue them. What the navy meant was to repay the devil.
The practice of returning captives.
However, it is a pity that those demon warships have no intention of retreating. They continue to attack as if they have given up their struggle.
Therefore, this massacre had no choice but to continue, and the demon army, which still had at least half of its strength, could only continue to struggle in the hell created by human weapons...
