Play Earth OL from Naruto

Chapter 287 This Is Pistachio Flavored, I Hope You Like It

"traitor!"

Bai Keluo looked at Morris with a murderous expression on his face, while Morris just looked at Bai Keluo quietly, as if he was looking at a child who hadn't grown up.

In a sense, Maurice Anda is like a father to Baikeluo.

It was he who defeated the strong men of the three major foreign races and plundered their blood, so that Baikeluo could be born from the spring water of the three golden species mixed with the spring of life.

In this sense, Morris undoubtedly has the grace to reinvent the "young" Baikeluo. For so many years, when Baikeluo faced Morris, he got along more with the attitude of a close father and a close friend.

However, now that the two meet again, they almost get along as enemies.

Maurice Anda didn't say much, just watched Bai Keluo leave the residence.

He knew that Baikeluo would no longer be able to do things according to his own requirements, and he would use his own will to protect the future of the fairies that he took for granted.

that's nice!

Morris's face was full of dejection, and he seemed to have aged a lot. According to Morris's age, he should not have shown such signs of aging, but time seemed to speed up on him, a little bit on him. Wrinkles are drawn on the face.

"1724812 different choices, the result is that I lead you to destruction, Baikeluo, we don't want to make changes, but we have already made attempts, but they all failed, because 1724812 In every choice, because of the existence of Yuanshen, we will be pushed to the only ending. It is impossible to let the land of Yuanshen have infinite possibilities, and it is impossible to let the land of Yuanshen get rid of the influence of the great terror outside the sky. If the real division of the world is clear, then all our choices are meaningless to Him."

Morris smiled. He felt that Baikeluo had begun to contact some tribesmen and was forcibly mobilizing them to leave the gathering place.

Morris knew that Baikeluo wanted to do his best to arrange some of his tribesmen into some small worlds attached to the Land of the Origin God, and wanted to escape his "dictatorship" rule this time, but——

Morris shook his head. Maybe the magic moon may not fall, but it doesn't mean that as long as they hide in the small world, they can escape the sanction of Yuanshen.

Morris had discovered many years ago that the radiation sources outside the sky may not be fatal to other races. As long as they continue to adapt to this power, although some physical deformities will inevitably appear, After all, I can survive.

However, this does not include fairies.

The talent of the fairies can evolve in the process of adapting to the environment, and the power called radiation, if the time period is stretched long enough, it can basically be said that it cannot kill the fairies, because the power of the fairies will Let them automatically evolve a physique that adapts to strong radiation, and even let the fairies borrow the power of radiation.

But if that's all, then Morris wouldn't be so desperate.

Because the radiation released by the energy source outside the sky is disorderly and powerful, at the beginning, there was [Fairy Melting Pot] combined with [Planet Guardian·Fairy's Love), which did not have a big impact on the fairies.

However, as more and more existences among the gods began to accept that distorted power, and integrated that distorted power and authority into one, and thus differentiated a wide variety of distorted divine powers, things have moved towards a certain direction. It has developed in an out-of-control direction.

By the time Morris reacted, the world was hopeless.

The gods are very important to the land of the source gods. They control part of the authority of the source gods. These authorities endow them with incomparably powerful power and transcendent status, making them the agents of the source gods.

But the problem also arises here.

What if, as the agent of Yuanshen, he actively absorbed the power that did not belong to Yuanshen, and merged with the authority?

That is equivalent to an outsider getting involved in the authority of Yuanshen, which will have a different impact on Yuanshen's land from the underlying logic.

Why are the titans so tireless in killing the twisted god?

That's because the twisted gods have gradually polluted the authority of the source god after generating the twisted divine power. Once this pollution reaches a limit, it is really difficult to guarantee that the source god is still the source god they know. Instead of a distorted great existence.

It is precisely because of this that, as the most loyal and reliable supporters of the source gods, the titans will kill the twisted gods like crazy.

Because only by killing the Gods of Distortion can the infiltration process of the Land of Origin God be slowed down.

However, by the time Yuanshen took the initiative to warn the Titans, it was already too late.

Morris didn't want to tell his tribe many things, because speaking out would not be of any use to the settlement of the matter.

If it is said that the polluting energy source outside the sky has been affecting all ethnic groups at the beginning, making the possibility of newborns of each ethnic group becoming less and less likely, then with the increase in the number of twisted gods, the bottom layer of the land of source gods The logic has also changed.

If it is said that [Planet Guardian·Fairy's Love] successfully resisted most of the external polluting energy at the beginning, then when the underlying logic of the land of the source gods was gradually distorted, the land under their feet and the ocean in the distance did not even have a foothold The sky in the sky has already begun to automatically emit weak pollution energy under the distortion.

The most deadly thing is that this kind of polluting energy is born from within, [Fairy's Nostalgia] has no way to repel it.

The goblin's nostalgia is like a huge hood, which isolates most of the outside influences, but once there is a problem inside the hood, the [goblin's nostalgia] not only cannot protect the life on the source star, but instead forms a closed space , in this confined space, the radiation released by the land of the source gods under the distortion of the underlying logic will continue to accumulate and become more and more intense. In the end, the entire land of the source gods will no longer have any monsters other than elves. Living things survived.

No, not even elves.

After the fairies obtained unlimited possibilities, they were also forced to bear the curse of the land of the source gods. The source gods were absorbing their vitality all the time, so that the fairies, which should have a nearly immortal life, had Although the lifespan is limited, this lifespan still makes most short-lived species desperate.

And as the disordered radiation energy continues to increase, the fairies will become more and more adapted to the radiation environment, and may even evolve into a brand new and powerful life, but this is not a good thing.

The newborns hatched in the ice and snow can quickly adapt to the cold ice and master the power to control the freezing air; the newborns hatched with the volcanic crater are born to breathe fire and step on magma without injury; they are born next to the lake and grass Newborn babies are born with strong vitality.

What's more, they can also independently choose whether to let themselves adapt to the environment and change their own characteristics again in the acquired survival.

However, the prerequisite for all this is that the underlying logic of "infinite possibilities" has not changed.

And when the distortion of the underlying logic of the Land of the Origin God reaches a critical value, the fundamental [infinite possibilities] that originally gave the fairies a powerful root will become the biggest curse.

The distorted power will make the fairies evolve into more independent individuals.

Different from the previous way of adapting to the environment, no matter how much he adapts to the environment and evolves the corresponding power, the essence of the fairy species has not changed at all, just like Lin Xianyu's source force, no matter how much blood he absorbs After turning his bloodline into a bloodline rune, although he still enjoys the bloodline bonus, he is undoubtedly still a genuine human being.

But now, one of the problems that fairies have to face is that as they continue to evolve, they will become less and less like fairies.

They will evolve into independent individuals one after another. They may have adapted to this era, but the goblin family is really gone in name only.

Morris's expression was a little sad. He knew very well what this result meant. It was not just that the clansmen were no longer clansmen, but that as the clansman evolved into different species, there would be a gap between the individuals of the goblin clan. There is no longer any possibility of being together.

They will be permanently deprived of the possibility of nurturing the next generation, and the fairy clan will never have a newborn.

And Yuanshen's demand for the vitality of the goblins will not stop, which means that even though the time may be longer, the older generation of goblins will eventually grow old and die one after another, becoming the last goblins. ~It could be him, or it could be Morris~ After death, then, the goblin race can be declared extinct.

That's why Morris has always rejected Baikeluo's approach, because he is extremely clear that this is not only the end of the goblins, but also the end of all living beings in the Land of Origin God.

Unless you are stronger than Yuanshen, when you step on the land of Yuanshen, it will be impossible for you to resist the despair of this slow death.

And now, if Yuanshen told you that you still have a chance to save this endangered world, but you need to pay some "insignificant" price, what would you do?

Morris naturally chose to agree at the first time, otherwise, what choice can you make?

Then he got a reply from Yuanshen: Go find a person named Lin Xianyu, and he will tell you how to guide this world to a bright future.

Although he also felt that it was ridiculous to block the future of his ethnic group on a so-called "iteration envoy", but what could he do?

At least, according to Yuanshen's approach, there are still a small number of existences in his group living in various worlds, and they don't have to worry about being sucked up by Yuanshen. They can continue to live in an eternal posture, although they If you go to the ethnic group, you will live a little humble.

However, this is already the best choice Morris can make for them.

Morris's expression gradually became sad. Throughout the night, he watched quietly Baikeluo sent one tribe after another out of the camp, ordering them to station in some small worlds, but it didn't take long for Morris to I felt a palpitation.

He knew that if Baikeluo was allowed to send the tribe out again, Yuanshen's promise might not be effective.

He had to flap his wings and fly out of the building to stop Baikeluo's behavior. As a matter of course, he received Baikeluo's glare.

But he still didn't care to disperse the group of people gathered by Baikeluo, and suddenly, the smell of gunpowder between the two became stronger.

As the night darkened, on the plain 150 kilometers away from the Great Rift Valley in Ernst, Morris and Baikero faced each other far away.

Beside Morris, the three goblin elders narrowed their eyes and looked at Baikeluo. One of them sighed and said, "Back off, Baikeluo, this is already the best choice."

"Is your choice to sacrifice your own people?" Baikeluo's face was full of sarcasm, "From the day I had this power, I chose to use this power to protect my people, but now you tell Me, they have to make sacrifices? You tell me, why?"

Another goblin elder raised his head sullenly: "Do you think we are willing to do this? Now He puts the result in front of us. Let's choose. Will there be no more goblins in the world, or will we sacrifice the majority for the sake of the few? We abide by the way of balance." For so many years, it was originally for the continuation of the race, if it weren't for this coat, do you think we can live in peace in the Ernst Rift Valley without being attacked by groups?"

"However, if the mask stays on for a long time, it will really become your face." The last goblin elder shook his head helplessly, "When a person wears the mask of a hypocrite for a lifetime, he is a real gentleman. The Tao is to continue the ethnic group, but now, those things have already entered the bones of the elves, Baikeluo, in fact, I am willing to sacrifice this meager life for the sake of balance."

Bai Keluo was trembling with anger, just for this reason, just for this ridiculous idea, he was going to send his tribe to death, have you ever thought about the feelings of other compatriots!
Morris walked slowly to Baikeluo, looking at the strong man who was second only to himself among the elves created by him, and seemed to see the scene when he was just born that year.

He sighed softly, stretched out his hand as if he wanted to hold his hand like when he was young, but was slapped away by Bai Keluo.

A spine-like long sword fell from the sky, and Baikeluo, who was furious, swung the bone sword and slashed at Morris directly. The three elders did not stop him.

Although Baikeluo and Morris are both patron saints, they have never been strong at the same level.

Sure enough, the cracked armor that unfolded on Morris instantly blocked the destructive power of the bone sword, and the thunder that exploded could not stir up any storms, but the violent wind messed up his hair, which made him unhappily twist the ends of his hair. smoothen.

With a little sadness on his face, he stretched out his hands to hold Baikeluo's face, and slowly approached his face, the magic in his eyes dyed his eye sockets red:

"Baiclo, that's enough!"

The power that surpassed Baikeluo rose from Morris, and Baikeluo was directly slammed into the mountain range. The terrifying force tore apart everything along the way, leaving a trace that spread far away.

"Let him calm down in the mountains for one night!"

Morris, who left these words, left, and the two goblin elders left directly with him. Only the last one hesitated for a moment, looked at the invisible figure in the distance, and sighed softly.

The severe pain caused Baikeluo to curl up on the mountain and could barely move. He quietly looked at the night sky. What hurt him more than the wounds on his body was Morris's cruel heart.

He remembered the days when he was in the fifth year of his birth at the Elf Learning Center in Anst. His teacher, one of the Elder Elders, took him and his brothers and sisters to the Elf Sanatorium. That night, he was so happy He couldn't sleep because he heard from the teacher that the goblin sanatorium was full of heroes who had fought for goblins and world peace.

For the young Baikeluo, heroes are naturally worthy of worship.

He spent the whole night and made a box of Marquis (a snack with fruit filling that is widely praised by goblins).

However, when he came to the Goblin Sanatorium, what he saw was not the majestic hero he had imagined, but hundreds of weak and mutilated compatriots lying on the bed.

Looking at the group of goblins with only stumps left, he felt inexplicably blocked, and some fear seeped from the bottom of his heart.

Resisting his fear, he walked slowly to a goblin who looked relatively healthy in front of the bed.

Seemingly seeing the child, the goblin forced a smile.

The young Baikeluo opened the box carefully, and asked cautiously: "Sir, do you want to eat Marquis?"

The goblin seemed to have thought of something, and took his hand out of the quilt tremblingly: "Sorry, my palm was blown away, during Ultan's monster siege—"

He didn't continue, but Bai Keluo lowered his head slightly, his expression became a little sad: "So~ sorry!"

He seemed to have thought of something, and raised his head to look at the goblin expectantly: "Then I'll feed it to you!"

He carefully took out a Marquis from the box, and gently put it in front of the goblin. A slight smile appeared on the goblin's low face, and he stretched out his head and bit the Marquis into his mouth.

"It's pistachio, I hope you like it."

The expression on the goblin's face changed from moved to silent, and finally looked at him deeply and said, "Thank you! Thank you for coming to see us."

When he came back that day, the smile on Baikeluo's face was gone. That night, he had a nightmare.

In the dream, the wailing voices of countless compatriots filled the sky, and when he woke up, the pillow was already wet with tears.

"Why? Shouldn't strength be used to protect fellow citizens? Why should I watch everything I love die for others."

Baikeluo in the rubble of the mountain closed his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a low-pitched cry coming from the mountain in the dark night.

That night, the mountains and rivers in the far distance of the Great Rift Valley in Ernst trembled, waking up many goblins, and Lin Xianyu was lying in the house arranged by the goblins, sleeping soundly.

The next day, Baikeluo staggered back to the camp. People were horrified to find that Baikeluo had countless scars on his body. Some panicked goblins wanted to pull him into the camp for treatment, but they were met by Baikeluo with a blank face. Crowe dismissed.

Facing everyone's puzzled eyes, Baikeluo returned home.

Lin Xianyu stood indifferently in front of Morris and said in a low voice, "Are you ready?"

Morris understood Lin Xianyu's meaning, and what he asked was not just his meaning, but the meaning of the goblin species.

However, Morris shook his head, making Lin Xianyu, who was already very disgusted with this matter, sigh helplessly. That's right, who would be willing to make such a choice?
If not really there is no way to resist.

The more Lin Xianyu thought about it, the more angry she became, and she felt an unknown fire burning wildly in her heart.

Morris patted his shoulder, and a gentle force swept over his body, and he felt his emotions become less intense.

"As an iteration envoy, you still need to work harder!" Morris sighed in his words.

Lin Xianyu shook his head, now just standing beside Morris, he felt the influence of the demon.

He originally thought that Stein's kind was outrageous, but now it seems that Morris, who was born from the corpse of the old god, may be even worse. The biggest difference between him and Stein is probably that he can control the demonic nature very well. And the twisted divine power is limited to one's own body.

It's just that now, it seems that he has vaguely lost control of his demon nature, and the escaping demon power is so amazing that Lin Xianyu has become quite irritable.

Morris flapped his wings and flew into the sky. Under the influence of his certain power, his voice reached the ears of every fairy:

"My compatriots, those who uphold the balanced will, I have to tell you a piece of sad news. Our world is sick. Out of the sky, an unprecedented magical and twisted force is gradually heading towards our beloved land of God Come closer, the endless deformities and stillbirths that have emerged over the years, and even the appearance of the twisted god are all related to that thing outside the sky.

Old people who have participated in the establishment of [Fairy's Nostalgia] should know that we built [Fairy's Nostalgia] to resist the invasion of that unspeakable evil force. The surging magic and distorted energy will destroy our world. For flat ground.

They are trying to destroy our world in a catastrophe, but I think they need to encounter some troubles, I don't know what you think about this existence that will destroy the balance we have been guarding so hard, but, I am very angry !
Any creature that comes into contact with them becomes less like them, and that's not what we want. The world should not end in magic and distorted energies, but in the natural withering of everything.

My fellow citizens, should your gaze at our beloved world become that devastated?Think about the situation in the era of Asolos when it was rare to see a soul for thousands of miles. Is that what you want to see? "

Lin Xianyu stared at Morris, whose expression became more and more ferocious. As Morris roared, Lin Xianyu, who had a keen hearing, even heard the voice of the surrounding goblins gasping for inexplicable anger.

He looked at Morris in the sky. That guy is actually using the power of magic to guide the emotions of his compatriots?

(End of this chapter)