Above the world, Herodotus has ultimately fallen.
He walked towards death.
No one knows why he showed a carefree and gentle smile, as if he saw something in the end.
No regrets, his expression was very peaceful.
And the new Abyssal Demon King, Talus, was forcibly bound by Herodotus with vines, unable to stop Herodotus’ final gift to the Elf Race.
Minis received the inheritance.
This recorded all the gifts Herodotus explored with his life, as well as the most precious gift, this next new ideology transcending "Integrated Consciousness"—the Crystal Core.
"You cannot kill me!"
In the next moment, Minis merged into the tree, delaying and entangling.
The Abyss side fell completely silent.
"Still failed to kill Herodotus, to seize his last Crystal Core, to sever the hope of the Elf Race, that power was passed on by him."
"Herodotus, in the end, used his life to save this land, hindering our counterattack."
The war reached such a level that, with both sides close to world destruction, a ceasefire was ultimately chosen.
The riddled world needed a breather; no one wanted mutual destruction.
This lightning war, enough to destroy the world, began to end.
Reflecting on the events of today, everyone seemed to have lived through a long century.
Herodotus, alone, penetrated ten layers of the Abyss, endless cities destroyed, summoned ancient monarchs returned, the Demon’s Hand of ancient inheritance remained, the war fought from the depths of the Abyss to under the sunlit Crystal Wall on the sea, then to the World Tree engulfed in flames; both worlds could no longer bear the cost.
When everyone came to their senses, the entire battlefield was a scene of desolation.
"Quickly put out the fire!"
"Save the World Tree!"
Everywhere, charred trees turning to blackened charcoal, sand and stones singed black, some walls of the Crystal Wall shrouded in a hazy grey-black.
After the fire was extinguished, though the Elf Ancient Tree was scorched, it was only surface charring.
Like trees hit by a thunder strike, they could sprout anew, growing new branches and leaves.
After the Abyssal Army retreated, Minis used the "Elf Torrent" to control the Elf Ancient Tree, transforming it into countless branches, blocking the World Tunnel at the intersection.
And turned the intersection into a forest-vine surrounded tunnel, with a vine seal appearing on the gate of the trees.
Before his death, Herodotus demonstrated this Divine Technique, the battle strength of the "Elf Torrent" wasn’t strong, it only involved fleeing by merging with the World Tree and controlling the World Tree.
But strategically, it was terrifying.
Controlling the World Tree to cover the World Tunnel as a tree tunnel.
In the future, if the opposite side wanted to cross over, the Elves could float in and out of the tree trunk tunnel at any time, to strike against the enemy.
The barren land, the Human Race Grand Mage Anthony was a bit dazed, a sense of post-catastrophic bewilderment lingered in his heart.
Surrounding him were the sounds of uncontrollable pain and wailing, people holding their friends’ corpses crying loudly.
Almost everyone lost everything.
After the Abyss completely retreated, the refugees stared blankly at the empty charred land and began rescue work and rebuilding their homes.
The Elves couldn’t return to the trees, temporarily setting up homes underneath.
"War will only pause, not end."
Sereden, the Natural Watcher of the Elves, stood with four hooves on a charred stone, gazing at the high withered and blackened World Tree:
"Our Elf Ancient Tree turned to blackened charcoal, life’s devastation, and how is the Abyss World not a destructive blow? Their cities were destroyed no less than ours."
Soon, heroes of the Elf Race collaborated with Elves to perform Divine Techniques, vines gradually constructed temporary tree houses.
This war perhaps had no winner, the price paid by both sides was too tragic.
Or perhaps both sides were victors.
Because civilization erupted during the war, rapidly advancing several levels; after post-disaster reconstruction, it would undoubtedly be a new visionary civilization landscape.
And perhaps this battle was inevitable from the beginning.
Civilization and civilization are like a dark forest, the eruption of racial conflict is bound to happen.
The choice of the Elf Race was decisive and correct.
Even if they didn’t first destroy ninety-nine percent of the Abyss’s power, once the Abyss grew, their ambition would inevitably explode, and then they would be more likely to act against the Elf World.
"That era’s king, Herodotus, after all, is gone..." a Human Race warrior showed pain and said: "The Gods have almost lost their Divine Power..."
"But the new God ascended."
Another warrior raised the metal spear in his hand, looking at the lone figure at the treetop, said: "At the final moment, I seemed to see amidst the raging flames, a hazy giant shadow descending..."
"Probably an illusion." said another person.
Everyone felt the terror and cruelty of war.
But they could never change anything, the lower-class people could only silently lick their wounds, enduring all suffering.
And in this bleak world, the entire civilization began the reconstruction work.
At the top of the World Tree.
Only the Holy Dragon in the Light Church, the Pope, and several priests, who had never left the house, never came into contact with the war, maintained their state.
As for the Gods who lost their Divine Power in the war, they lost too much of their brain and soul.
Those more than six thousand Gods quickly faced aging, no longer the glory of the Gods of old.
And Minis inherited an incomplete Gem Crystal Core, and now his wisdom, instead, was stronger than before.
"Yes, this was all the wisdom of the Gods, gathered into one."
"Our power is not lost, it is just concentrated on you."
"We, on the tree, have no function anymore, we cannot help you..."
The aged Gods did not say much.
The terrifying war and Herodotus’ departure made them feel unprecedented exhaustion.
Since wisdom has disappeared, not worthy of being a scholar researching and creating life, they also didn’t want to stay on the tree any longer.
The Gods decided to bid farewell.
"We are too old, feeling that life is coming to an end, Spiritual Power is no longer abundant, constantly feeling weary, it’s better to live on the ground and assist you in reviving this era anew."
"This World Tree can only be repaired by you alone now."
"Henceforth, Mills, you are the only Creator True God on the tree!"
They all began to laugh.
"It’s up to you, my brave and mighty Emperor."
The Gods also suddenly remembered that back in the day, this person was also an Emperor once crowned by the Holy See.
Faced with the reascending Minis, they began to swear loyalty as they once did.
"I pledge eternal loyalty to you, my Majesty! As your advisor, to pave the way for you, we have now accomplished our mission of paving the way for you!"
"Having completed our mission, we are leaving, please continue to lead this era with great strides."
The voice suddenly resounded at the top of the World Tree, passing through the withered, charred trunk that was being rebuilt into the Elf Tribe, falling to the ground, traversing countless new eras.
Minis stood blankly watching the Gods before him packing their bags, preparing to leave the World Tree, "Is everyone really leaving."