Game of the World Tree Chapter 78

Chapter 78 – God

Dazzling light blossomed from Al’s body. The half-orc carrying him suddenly let out a miserable cry and his entire torso began to age rapidly, turning into ash in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, along with the ethereal sigh, countless radiant green photons flew up from the ground.

They rose slowly, resembling dancing elemental sprites.

They were everywhere, too numerous to count … The forest seemed to be suddenly immersed in a sea of green.

Green photons of light circled around the players, swirling and hovering, before entering their bodies.

As the players looked on in amazement, the wounds on their bodies began to recover immediately. Even broken limbs were gradually growing back.

Life returned to the badly wounded oak guard, Berserker. Surrounded by photons, pale branches sprouted anew from his pale trunk. Soon, the other half of his utterly obliterated body was grown anew!

The plants on the ground began to grow rapidly with the appearance of photons. They sprouted and spread before blossoming into flowers. In the blink of an eye, patches of colourful flowers appeared, covering the area in a sea of greenery and flowers.

Meanwhile, countless butterflies made out of photons began to swirl around Al, entering his body as he watched on in confusion.

Al’s aura began to surge. In the blink of an eye, he surpassed Iron rank and broke through to Silver. It was like a miracle.

Demacia’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the little elf boy, whose whole body was glowing, and rubbed his eyes.

“Damn! So the young elf boy is the NPC who triggered the plot?”

He glanced at his character bar that indicated his health had been completely restored, and subconsciously pinched his thigh.

It didn’t hurt … but he quickly pinched his thigh again with more force this time.

He took in a breath of excitement and said:

“It’s not a dream! It’s a plot cutscene!”

Watching this sudden change, the half-orcs were stunned.

An unprecedented sense of crisis struck Blackstone’s heart. He subconsciously wanted to cry out and order everyone to flee, but he then realized to his horror that he had lost control of his body. And it was at that moment that the half-orcs saw that countless photons had also clung to their bodies, restricting their movements.

Immediately afterwards, a divine and vast aura suddenly descended upon the scene.

Under everyone’s shocked gazes, a group of photons swirled on the ground, eventually coalescing into a human form …

A being appeared that was enveloped in holy light. She was dressed in a sacred and noble gown and wore a supreme divine crown.

Her long silver hair reached her waist, and her magnificent and mysterious purple eyes shone with radiant light.

A sense of inviolable majesty struck everyone’s hearts.

The players could not help but lower their heads after just one glance at her as they felt a heartfelt urge to worship her.

Despite this one glance, her extraordinary figure had been carved into their minds, a memory that they would never forget.

Berserker looked at the noble figure shrouded in the holy light and his expression became that of a fanatic.

He got to his feet, then knelt respectfully.

In a mournful, low, and an utterly solemn voice, he said:

“Praise be to … my Master!”

Alice, too, was overcome with devout frenzy. She knelt down in the same way, and her clear voice rang out in a pious and solemn tone:

“Praise be to … my Master!”

The dozen or so half-orcs looked horrified.

Their eyes could see nothing but a blinding holy light.

And when they looked, they felt a stinging pain coming from their eyes and souls at the same time.

Along with screams, their eyes started shedding tears of blood … They could not directly look at a true God! Or rather, No one could directly look at a true God without their permission!

All at once, everyone understood. The Mother of Nature, the Goddess of Life, the Master of the Elves – Eve Euktrahill had descended in person!

The goddess first glanced at her two followers, a small smile floating at the corners of her mouth, before slowly walking towards Al.

In the wake of every step she took, a cloud of flowers bloomed on the ground as a salute to the miracle of life.

The fast-growing plants slightly bent in her direction as she moved along, paying homage to the Supreme Being.

Al stared dumbly at the divine figure gradually walking towards him. His mind went blank.

The Goddess came to him, reached out her arm and gently caressed his forehead.

“Remember your vow.”

Her voice was sacred and majestic, and had a melodious grace to it.

As she caressed him, Al’s forehead blossomed with a holy light. A tree symbol representing the Mother of Nature appeared before it gradually faded away. The aura of Al’s body changed again. It had not gained in strength, but it was clear that something had changed. A sacred breath could be detected from his body.

Life was radiating from Al.

At the same time, countless photons of light began to swirl around the two, while ethereal and sacred hymns could faintly be heard.

“The favour of the Goddess! It’s the favour of the Goddess!”

Observing the events as they transpired, Berserker’s expression became fervent.

Upon hearing Berserker’s words, the players snapped out of their stupor.

They watched on in amazement. Al, who had undergone something akin to a knighting ceremony, was radiating a dazzling, holy aura.

This was the third time that the players had seen the Goddess in person, the previous two times being back when they first created their characters and when she issued the first plot quest.

But unlike the previous two times, this time the Goddess seemed to be more realistic, more majestic and more sacred. The magnificent special effects of her descent had never been so awe-inspiring.

The players had no words to describe their feelings at the moment, and even if they had, they could only come up with one word: WTF!

“Al.”

Then, the Goddess spoke again.

Her gaze turned to the remaining half-orcs on the battlefield and spoke in a tone tinged with majesty:

“They are yours.”

Hearing the Goddess’s words, Al looked back at the half-orcs with a dumbfounded expression.

They continued to struggle and cover their eyes as they wailed. His expression became somewhat complicated.

Grandpa had always told him to respect all life and to be generous to others.

Grandpa had always told him that any being was liable to make mistakes and deserved forgiveness as long as they learned from their mistakes.

But at this moment, Al hesitated.

Images came to his mind of his fellow elves being slaughtered in the settlement. Images of laughing half-orcs, of wailing elves, of the despair on the faces of families forever broken.

Why were the elves unable to defeat their enemies even when they were so powerful? How had the glorious Silver race become the hunting target of an Iron race? Al’s expression changed several times before it settled on a firm, determined expression.

“To be merciful to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself!”

Taking a deep breath, he picked up a scimitar on the ground.