Chapter 817: Chapter 460 Are You That Famous?_2
Ange and the others hurriedly followed, and soon they saw what was cutting down the trees — a huge logging machine. Its right hand was a large pincer and its left hand was a large saw blade, operated by goblins.
The pincers grasped the trunk while the saw blade spun rapidly. With a single slash, it cut through the wood with a sizzling sound.
Around the logging machine were some airships and flying vehicles. They dragged the severed trees, trimmed them into logs, cut them into equal lengths, and then the flying vehicles carried them to the other side of the mountains.
“It’s the Sorcerer Alliance,” Negris said.
The God of Life ran ahead quickly. By the time Ange and the others saw the logging machine, it had already reached the goblins.
The goblins noticed it too and immediately sounded the alarm. Various unclear weapons on the airships and flying vehicles aimed at it.
“Stop, stop, unidentified creature, cease approaching immediately,” boomed a voice from one of the flying vehicles.
The God of Life continued to step forward, languidly speaking, “You are destroying the forest… leave…”
Before it could finish, with a hiss, a jet of flame shot out from the front flying vehicle, fiercely engulfing the God of Life.
The nature of the flame which was ignited was unclear; it seemed viscous and stuck to the God of Life as it fiercely burned, quickly reducing it to ashes.
“Uh… No way, Old Tree? Old Tree? Are you alright?” Negris could hardly believe his eyes. Had the God of Life been reduced to nothing by a pillar of fire?
The bark of a tree beside Negris split with a crack, revealing a face: “Such fierce flames…”
“Phew, you scared me. How did you become so weak that even these flames could injure you?” Negris breathed a sigh of relief and began to mock.
Although he knew that Old Tree did not have its real body in this world, it was just a Tree Herder and could not be compared to the God of Life in the Master Plane, whom even the Undead King did not dare to provoke.
But watching it burn to ashes, Negris couldn’t help but worry; fortunately, it was fine.
Ange picked up the Death Scythe.
With a crack, the tree split open, and the God of Life, incarnated as a Tree Person, stepped out, stopping Ange: “Let me handle this. I want to teach Little Sapling some of the Tree of Life’s combat techniques.”
The Tree Person waved its branches, sending out an intense signal: Whoosh—grow—Whoosh—grow—
Following its gestures, the trees, wild grasses, and vines in the forest all released something, fogging up the entire forest.
The fog quickly enveloped the entire forest, including the logging goblins in the distance, who became alert and started putting on their helmets.
Each goblin had a fully sealed helmet, even the eyes were embedded with crystal plates. According to Durken, this was a type of helmet that allowed breathing underwater.
Meaning, even if the fog was toxic, they wouldn’t breathe it in.
Unfortunately for them, they were dealing with the God of Life. Soon, all the goblins felt mold growing on their bodies, white mycelium sprouting from their skin, rendering them rigid and unable to move or cry for help.
When the fog cleared, the original flying vehicles remained stationary, but their cabins were filled with dozens of goblin corpses overgrown with mycelium.
“Kvada, were those green mists you used against elves really just to drive them away? This move is too brutal, isn’t it? What living thing doesn’t mold and die when it enters that mist?” Negris shivered, imagining a Bronze Dragon covered in mycelium and instinctively kept his distance from the God of Life, fearing it might spray mycelium on him.
Kvada, previously thought to be a harmless old Tree Person who anyone could bully, turned out to be so terrifying when serious?
“Living things?” The God of Life shook his head.
When Negris pulled out the goblin corpses, he realized why it had shaken its head because the bodies were completely shattered, even the bones, and not just living things, but dead matter entering the mist would mold.
No wonder the Undead King didn’t want to provoke it, a super-giant tree of a hundred thousand years is indeed not easy to mess with.
Old Tree didn’t care about scaring Negris, already teasing Little Sapling: “Did you learn it?”
Little Sapling responded enthusiastically: Whoosh—force—grow—force—grow—
In the flowerpot, a sacred mushroom sprouted rapidly, the cap opened, and a large number of spores scattered, landing on the ground, growing rapidly, opening their caps, and releasing spores.
After several cycles, the area around where Ange stood was filled with clusters of sacred mushrooms, a great harvest.
Ange could no longer care about anything else and had Little Angel and Little Zombie start gathering the sacred mushrooms.
Negris covered his face, too embarrassed to watch. Old Tree released a mist attack, but Little Sapling was cultivating sacred mushrooms. How did it learn bad habits from Ange, turning every skill into something to cultivate?
Old Tree didn’t see anything wrong, his face beaming with joy: “Hehe, learned it, learned it well, quick learner, come, I’ll teach you the variant spores.”
As they taught and learned, having a great time, Ange also took the opportunity to gather all the logging machines and flying vehicles into Divine Realm, planning to take them back for Durken to study.
Each flying vehicle had an Annihilation Sphere hanging on it, and Durken was particularly interested in this kind of weapon.
However, when he was collecting the last few flying vehicles, a communicator in one of the vehicles suddenly made a sound: “Hello, hello, hello, logging team, what happened? Did you hear? Why are all your Life Stones shattered? Logging team, logging team, what happened, did you hear?”