RNP Chapter 149 The Elves’ New Sacred Tree? The Tree of Time!
Chapter 149 The Elves’ New Sacred Tree? The Tree of Time!
Chapter 149 149. The Elf Race's New Sacred Tree? The Time Tree!
Time?
"How could it be! How could it be time!!!!"
At this moment, whether it was Liliaice and Rock, who had just mastered the staff and advanced to Archmage,
Or Resia and the others who were already familiar with the MC world, they couldn't help but sway.
Their eyes were filled with horror as they stared at the staff in Khalifa's hand.
In their eyes, after Ian finished speaking, this simple staff began to emit a strange and soul-stirring light.
The power of time…
Let alone the Roderick Continent, even the Demon Race, whose transcendent system had reached its peak, would not dare to imagine it.
Controlling space can be said to be like a god descending.
What about controlling time?
I'm afraid even the Seven Demon Lords would exclaim "Devil."
"How could it be! The power of time... how could the power of time be controlled artificially!"
Liliaice shook her head repeatedly, her tone even a little panicked.
She was not denying Ian, but...
Now that she is an Archmage, she understands more than anyone what the birth of time magic means.
To put it bluntly, the magical system of the Roderick Continent is about to be subverted.
Whoever controls time has the right to control the Roderick Continent.
Ian looked at Liliaice with a smile.
"Even the miracle of resurrection can appear, why can't we control time?"
"But the resurrection magic is unique to you!"
Liliaice still shook her head repeatedly.
"Time is completely a divine right no less than resurrection. How could this staff…"
"Why didn't you consider that time is originally the authority of the Dawn, and now, He is willing to bestow part of the divine power of time to His devout children?"
Liliaice was silent this time.
Ian said slowly:
"Master-level secret technique, Time Stasis, creates a time domain centered on the caster."
"Within this area, the flow of time will be forcibly slowed down."
"If you have a specific ornament, releasing Time Stasis will create an area where time is completely still."
"In the Time Stasis domain, the caster is a god."
"The flow of magic power, the condensation of elements, the breathing of the world… everything will be still."
"Even the Demon King cannot resist the power of time. Once trapped in the time domain, the Demon King is just a lamb to be slaughtered."
The Time Stasis spell is the only trump card Ian feels he has to face the person behind the Seven Demon Lords.
Even if the opponent is strong, unless he also has the law of time, he will not be able to resist the effect of this spell at all.
To be honest, this spell is no longer considered magic.
Ian felt that it should be called authority.
However, although Time Stasis is strong, the probability of it being brushed out is far lower than Heroic Immortality.
What's more, only with a special pocket watch can the power of this spell be fully utilized.
Ian found it difficult to say when this harsh requirement could be completed.
Furthermore, such a powerful spell is naturally not something anyone can use.
To put it bluntly, it is still a pie in the sky that can be seen but not eaten. Like Heroic Immortality, even if it is brushed out, Ian does not intend to spread this spell.
The unsolvable power of time is not only aimed at the Demon King, but also at Ian.
At least before there are countermeasures, Ian will not let others have this spell.
Retracting his thoughts, looking at the crowd who were obviously still shocked by the time magic, Ian smiled:
"Of course, this kind of magic is not something you can come into contact with now. For Dawn, the power of time is also one of its most core divine rights."
"Not everyone is qualified to touch this divine right, so don't aim too high."
"If you want to come into contact with the authority of time, I'm afraid it will be a long time later."
Liliaice came back to her senses and gave Ian a complicated look.
She took a deep breath and catered to him.
"Yes, His Holiness is right. The current staff is enough for us to use."
Although Liliaice was also extremely envious of the power of time, from the bottom of her heart, she did not want it to appear on anyone other than Ian.
Especially the Elves and Khalifa.
There was no other reason, it was too easy to become the target of public criticism.
Even if the Dawn God Sect is united, even if the Elves are close.
But that's time!
Moreover, it is on that staff. As long as you get it, you can use this divine right.
To be honest, if Khalifa really got it, Liliaice wouldn't dare to guarantee that she wouldn't take action to snatch it.
The power of time is definitely a temptation that every transcendent cannot refuse.
In other words, this thing is really not conducive to unity.
If possible, let this spell become Ian's exclusive legend.
Rock and the others also understood this and tacitly erased the news about Time Stasis from their minds.
Don't think too much.
The more you think about it...
The more fragrant the staff in Khalifa's hand becomes, the easier it is for them to have some small thoughts that they shouldn't have.
In the end, it was the clever Leyal who changed the topic.
"Bishop Liliaice, what changes have you experienced after breaking through to Archmage?"
Hearing this, Liliaice also cooperated and shifted the focus of the topic away from time.
She briefly told Ian about the godhood born after breaking through to Archmage.
Ian was not surprised by this.
If he guessed correctly, there is probably a magic spell pregnant within the godhood.
There's nothing to be surprised about.
Godhood...
It's very Western fantasy!
After chatting for a long time, the enthusiasm of the crowd due to time was dispelled.
Uriel quickly handed the map to Ian and said softly:
"Your Holiness, where should we go to develop first? Are we going to kill the Naga?"
Ian did not answer and observed the map.
Objectively speaking, if it were a game, killing the Naga would indeed be Ian's top priority.
The Naga will drop Naga scales, which are used to forge Naga armor with relatively strong defense.
Based on the Battou Sword module, the Naga can also drop the Battou Sword Omen.
The final sublimated Great Serpent Omen is still a very powerful Battou Sword with the powerful sword skills of the Wave Blade Dragon Courage.
But this is not a game after all.
The MC world has become real, and putting a lot of resources on the Roderick Continent will produce unimaginable effects.
Based on this change…
"Don't fight the Naga yet! We have to find a tree first."
As he said that, in full view of everyone, Ian pointed his finger at an unknown jungle not far from the Firefly Forest.
There, it marked a particularly special tree.
From the perspective of the Aurora Church's development in the Rodri Continent, this tree was far more important than the Naga.
If you were lucky, you could find the sapling of this tree in the tree hole of the tall Twilight Oak.
In this way, the Aurora Church could not only gain another miracle, but also allow the farming industry to break away from the Aurora Church's bone powder ripening system as much as possible.
"A tree..."
Liliais looked at Ian with some puzzlement.
She didn't remember Ian being as fond of planting as the elves…
"That's right."
Ian joked:
"Once this tree takes root in the Rodri Continent, perhaps even the Ancient Tree of Life will willingly recognize it as its big brother."
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"The elves may also have a new sacred tree."
Liliais became more and more curious and asked:
"So, what kind of tree is it?"
Ian pondered for a moment.
"An unremarkable Tree of Time."
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"That's right, just like you imagined, this tree's authority is time."
As soon as the words fell, the field fell into a deep silence again.
The enthusiasm for the power of time that had just been transferred struck again.
Feeling her heart beating more and more violently, Liliais looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Your Holiness, didn't you say that it would take a long time to come into contact with the authority of time?"
"Authority is authority, and a tree is a tree."
…
Deep in the sea, in the abyss surrounded by endless coral.
The tranquility of the Merfolk territory was broken by several shouts.
"The Second Prince hunted down the Sea Demon Gorgon!"
"Come and see! The Second Prince single-handedly killed the Sea Demon Gorgon!"
Before long, countless merfolk emerged from the surrounding corals.
Soon, the road paved with reefs was surrounded by an impenetrable crowd.
Under the spotlight, the sunny and handsome Second Prince of the Merfolk, Om.
Like a fisherman returning from a harvest, he slowly and proudly dragged a hideous three-headed snake nearly a hundred meters long.
The giant snake was covered with transparent blood holes, and its three terrifying heads drooped lifelessly.
The denser the exclamations in his ears, the slower Om walked.
The wounds left on his body by the Sea Demon Gorgon also seemed to be hung with medals of honor.
"As expected of His Highness the Second Prince! He can actually kill the Sea Demon Gorgon alone!"
"Our Merfolk clan is really going to prosper!"
Such words were endless, making Om more and more proud.
However, the following discussions gradually faded the pride in Om's heart.
"It's really unbelievable... If I remember correctly, His Highness the Second Prince just passed his coming-of-age ceremony last year, right?"
"In the history of our Merfolk clan, His Highness the Second Prince is the youngest to achieve the feat of killing the Sea Demon Gorgon alone, right?"
"Wrong! There's also the First Prince! The First Prince killed Gorgon before his coming-of-age ceremony!"
"Yes! Yes! There's also the First Prince!"
"The First Prince has been as mature and reliable as a king since he was a child, which makes us always forget that the First Prince has only just come of age..."
"In any case, with the First Prince and the Second Prince, our Merfolk clan has successors!"
Om didn't listen to the rest of the words.
He quickened his pace, shook off the disturbing discussions, and hurried towards the palace in the center of the abyss.
His face was still calm and proud, but his palms unconsciously exerted force, deeply sinking into the tail of the Sea Demon Gorgon.
He should have been used to such words.
After all, from childhood to adulthood, no matter what he did, his excellent elder brother would always be one step ahead of him.
Neptune always had the first of everything that brought glory.
The first time he killed the Sea Demon Gorgon alone, the first time he led an army to defeat a Demon tribe, the first time he participated in an elders' meeting…
His elder brother has always been ahead of everyone.
Everyone who retraces Neptune's path of glory will be subconsciously compared with Neptune.
So…
The first praise from his parents; the first trust from the elders; the first praise from the clansmen.
Also belonged to Neptune.
He should have been used to such things.
But…
He was only a few years younger than Neptune, he only walked a few years later than Neptune.
His efforts, his sweat, why should they be glossed over so lightly?
Why must the glory he possesses be covered with a layer of Neptune's brilliance?
Neptune doesn't owe him anything, so he doesn't need Neptune to take care of him at the behest of his parents.
He doesn't owe Neptune anything either, so he doesn't want to be a shadow that sets off Neptune all the time.
But why…
No matter how hard he tries, how much he suffers.
In the end, everyone will still dig out Neptune's record of achievements from his honor to praise him.
At least at this moment, shouldn't the glory of killing the Sea Demon Gorgon alone belong to him alone?
Dragging the corpse of the Sea Demon Gorgon towards the palace, this trophy that originally symbolized his achievement now entangled him like a chain from the sky.
As the three words "Neptune" kept ringing in his ears, the chain seemed to be strangling his neck.
A deep and desperate sense of suffocation followed.
Clearly!
This Sea Demon Gorgon was killed by him, Om!
Not Neptune!
Why, when it was his turn, did this glory become a shadow to set off Neptune again?
"The world is like this, dear child…"
A hoarse and unpleasant voice echoed in Om's ears.
The world suddenly dimmed and froze with the echo of this voice.
The scarred Sea Demon Gorgon came to life, and its three dilapidated snake heads wrapped around Om's eyes.
Spitting out its tongues, three pairs of cold, gray vertical pupils looked down at Om playfully.
"Creating monuments for the pioneers is an extension of the life's nature of admiring the strong."
"No matter how hard you try, the first page of the album of glory will only belong to the first person."
"Dear child, this world has always been so twisted and morbid."