On a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, a woman buried her husband deep in the woods and planted a sapling in front of the tomb. Day after day, the woman would come here to water and fertilize, and regarded the sapling as her husband.
Confess your feelings to this little tree.
It may be just a plant, it may not be able to move and can only stand quietly for a long time. But the care a woman gives it, the woman's voice and smile, are just like the nectar she waters, they continue to grow over time.
Penetrate into the soul of the sapling. All things have animism, even a tree can feel love.
It fell in love with her.
It has no mouth and cannot speak. However, in order to express its love for her, it miraculously grows roses from the tree! More beautiful than anyone else and gentler than anyone else, the crystal rose represents its eternal love for her.
Admired! It grew beautiful crystal rose flowers for her, and she was very happy. She wore this special flower on her head to decorate her beauty that was gradually eroded by time. When it saw her beauty, she was also heartbroken.
Be happy.
At that moment, they were blessed.
Decades of time flew by like an arrow, and the woman had aged and reached her final years. Outside the woods, there was an increasingly prosperous village. The villagers made a living by logging trees, felling one big tree after another, and built
One house after another was built.
The richer people are, the more greedy they are.
The lonely old woman in the village became a thorn in the side of the villagers because she repeatedly prevented them from cutting down trees to make money. She loved this forest and the big tree that grew from the land where her lover rested.
She did not want to see the beautiful woods being cut down, and therefore suffered constant complaints from the villagers. No matter how the old woman tried to persuade the villagers to stop the villagers from cutting down the trees, the stupid people just refused to listen. And the old, weak and sick woman was unable to stop it.
All I can do is pray silently in front of the big tree, hoping that the worst will not happen.
The worst happened inevitably. On that dark and stormy night, the villagers conspired to murder the old woman. She was killed next to the big tree she loved so much, and her blood flowed all over.
The ground penetrated deeply into the roots of the trees.
This was the last big tree next to the village. Because the old woman had been guarding it with her life, it was able to survive the poisonous hands of the villagers. But now that the woman was dead, the villagers no longer had any scruples and began to chop down the tree.
The big tree fell down in a burst of mourning. Its branches were broken and it made a miserable scream like a human being. It was very scary. A bright red liquid gushed out from its trunk, like human blood, and even scared the timid villagers.
Scared half to death.
A sad old tree died; at the same time, an angry god finally awakened! Its spirit rose into the sky and turned into a terrifying red cloud, overlooking everything on the ground and looking at this group of people.
Damn, stupid humans!
The superstitious people were frightened and said that this was a bad omen. They packed up their belongings and planned to leave as soon as possible the next morning, but they should have known that no one could escape!
In the next moment, the storm came without warning. The raging floods and pouring mud were out of control, completely burying the entire village! All 272 villagers in the village, large and small, were killed.
In their ignorance!
And it dissipated along with the dark red cloud that created the storm. Its anger should have disappeared, and its last obsession with revenge should have disappeared without a trace.
However, before it completely dissipated, some kind of force captured it again! Traveling through time and space, its spirit was taken to a certain research institute and sealed in a certain container.
The researcher glanced at the crimson mist in the glass container: "Since you come from a tree, let you continue to become a tree."
The crimson mist was injected into the tree species and became a unique tree species. It was humans who created its hatred, and it was humans who turned its hatred into reality and will never stop. No matter how many centuries have passed.
, stupid humans are still stupid, their greedy and arrogant nature will never change! They have no idea that they are playing with fire, and they have no idea that they will cause fire**!
After gaining "power", this dangerous crimson seed began to lose control, destroying everything in sight. The system had to seal the tree seed with a powerful barrier!
This seal has been silent for thousands of years.
Until this moment.
She came to it again.
With her gentle and tolerant arms, she hugged it again.
------Just like when she hugged it when it was still a sapling.
"Whoosh!!" The two tree species instantly shrank, condensed, and became one!
Order and chaos harmonize and coexist with each other.
Finally, a tree species like Brussels sprouts fell to the ground. Its countless leaves like rose petals overlapped endlessly, with one blue layer and one red layer on top of each other.
Bang! Arthur also caught Bedivere in mid-air and landed with the werewolf.
"Wow...what was that just now?!" Bedivere came back to his senses and exclaimed.
"The memory of the big tree?" King Arthur held his chin and thought for a while, then went to pick up the tree seeds: "I didn't expect that plants can also change into spiritual bodies. I didn't expect that ancient people also had the technology to capture spiritual bodies from other time and space, and put them into the tree."
A spirit body from another time and space was brought into this time and space. This is really a shocking fact."
"Uh, Arthur?" Bedivere saw King Arthur picking up the tree seed from the ground, and planned to ask the King of Knights for the tree seed back: "But that is my [Holy Tree Seed]..."
"Bringing this to the exam is cheating, Bedivere." King Arthur looked at the werewolf with reproachful eyes: "Although we were saved because of this, you have made up for it. But you can't continue to cheat with this kind of thing."
The test will continue. It will be kept by me for now. After the Round Table Trial is over, I will naturally return it to you."
"Fair enough." Bedivere's face was filled with helplessness, but no one could disobey King Arthur's will. The werewolf could only sigh and said: "But be careful. The holy tree species and the red tree species have been merged, and it is no longer the original one."
That sacred tree has been planted. If it is not stored properly, it may get out of control again."
Arthur put the tree species into a sealed glass container: "The chance should be small. The power of the crimson tree species comes from something else, and this thing has been taken away by me."
"Anyway, it's all finally over." Bedivere took a breath and touched the wounds on his body. His body was scratched by countless thorns. Although they looked serious, they were just flesh wounds.
"Yes, it's over." After Arthur collected the tree seeds, he tightened his grip on something white in his hand.
It was something with an uncertain shape like a shard of glass. This thing seemed insignificant, but in fact it weighed more than anything in the world. It was exactly ---------
"Your Majesty, that is...!" Ivan shouted in surprise.
"I know." Arthur collected the fragments and responded calmly.
Of course he knows. This is one of the things that King Arthur has been traveling around the world for these years, endlessly exploring...
The small piece of white light lying in Arthur's hand is exactly one of the fragments of the Holy Grail!
The [Holy Grail Overflowing with Hope], which can reset the entire world and is the key to saving the world, is composed of several such fragments!
Looking at the fragments of the Holy Grail, Ivan muttered in disbelief: "But this area has obviously been scanned by the detector. There is obviously nothing here!"
"Maybe the detector is not omnipotent. It cannot detect the fragments of the Holy Grail buried deep in the body of living things. Hum--Gwen Green and I have something to say when we go back." Arthur still looked calm.
As he spoke, others could easily see that Wang was trying his best to suppress the anger on his face: "This also means that there may still be parts of the areas we have explored before that have not been fully explored. What's next?
There are more things to do."
"Stop talking, Arthur! We have to get out of here as soon as possible!" Bedivere was very worried about Tristan's situation. He looked up and happened to see the protective cover in area zero being lifted--maybe it was the management of this supply depot.
The system does a good job.
"Great! -------Eve! Can you hear me?" The werewolf began to say into the intercom on his earring.
No response.
"Eve?!" Bedivere raised the volume several notches again, shouting manically.
Still no response. The mysterious gold ship seems to have achieved its purpose, and I'm afraid there will be no more problems for Bediwell and the others.
"Damn! I knew that damn artificial intelligence couldn't be trusted!" The werewolf stamped his feet irritably.
"Tristan's condition is getting worse and worse! He only has about five minutes left to live!!" Ivan also shouted in a hurry. If the fishman prince is not sent to the emergency room, it will be too late!
A drop of cold sweat flowed across Bediwell's forehead. The battle just now dragged on for too long! Regardless of the fact that they have no way to leave [City of the Dead] now, even if they can go out and ride the dragonrider at full speed, there is still not enough time.
ah!
"Don't worry, it's not a problem at all." King Arthur looked calm and composed.
"Arthur?" Bedivere looked at the King of Knights with doubtful eyes, wondering what good method Arthur had to bring him back to life.
The King of Knights smiled indifferently, raised his Holy King's Sword and thrust it out: "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-------!!"
[The Third Miracle---Photon Creation], activate!
The holy sword in the king's hand suddenly erupted with an astonishing bright light. Thousands of feet of light blades were instantly formed and thrust out like a spear, piercing the huge glass ceiling that sealed the [City of the Dead]!
A big hole was penetrated by the huge light, and the glass ceiling could no longer block the signal. Something immediately flew in from the outside - it was King Arthur's Dragon Rider!