The silver column of light seemed to be able to penetrate the sky, and the dry branches were bathed in this light. They swayed gently, from the original low to gradually rising. The branches and buds that had been withered for thousands of years seemed to be swept by the gentle wind, and the sound of rustling leaves coming out of nowhere.

It seems to be rejuvenated.

At this moment, it was not only the natural creatures in the Ellekin jungle who were looking up at this pillar of light that soared into the sky.

From the quiet hill to the quiet lake jungle beside Lake Adelay, from the east of the Corro jungle to the majestic border of Ossan Emma, ​​to the "Forest" Mage Tower in the middle of Amasil, every creature in this mysterious area that has been known for its nature and elegance for hundreds of years could not help but raise his head and turn to the direction where this column of light is located.

The purple-black night sky was dispelled by the silver light. The silver color was the last color in this dome. It spread unscrupulously in the air, like a tide, but more like the ripples of a quiet lake rippled by a pebble, sweeping away in circles. It allowed all living beings to bathe in it, and the leaves made a jubilant and transparent breathing sound, growing upward and striving.

At this moment, countless churches - whether they worship the god of nature, the god of origin, Danya, or the other gods under the god of origin, rumbling sounds were heard among the magnificent statues. The bells rang, and the monks who were watching the night rushed out in panic to investigate the vision that had arisen for some reason.

This is even the church in Karankin, the capital of the Derek province, as far away as Solconan, is in the form of a church.

"The gods are above, may the starry sky shine on us-"

The chanting of monks resounded through the night sky. La Rochelle's bishop, Crown Fortiu, looked into the northeast direction of Amasil, with nothing in his sight, but he seemed to be able to see the figure slowly falling from the stars and dancing in the sky in a long skirt.

Then he bowed deeply and prayed from the bottom of his heart:

"The gods are above, may the starry sky shine on us-"

Only a very small number of people know what is going on here, but they don't know what impact this happens will have-

How many years have the protection of the highest gods and the eternal brilliance of nature not reappeared in this world?

What effect will it have? No one knows. What consequences will it cause? No one knows.

They looked at the dome with confusion, trying to see more clearly, but they only saw the silver light that was like ripples in the sky, and the stars flashing in the fluctuations of the silver light—

They couldn't see that in the silver light, there was a faint blue color, slowly climbing up against the light column.

Cyril, who was at the center of all this, did not know that this incident caused such an uproar. From his perspective, he could not see the light column falling from the dome at the top of the tree, nor could the silver ripples in the sky.

He raised his head and looked at the dry branches above his head that were originally dense but also seemingly incredible. They were shaking gently, looking indescribable tenderness.

Cyril slowly lowered the sword in his hand. The effect of the revival wind had already ended, but this wind was still lingering around him - to be precise, this wind was constantly spreading. The green wind was swimming among the branches, like a swimming fish playing in the water, extremely happy, making people even think that it was not a dead body, but a small elemental fairy.

Time seemed to be forbidden at this moment - Cyril was not sure. He felt that perhaps the time point he was at was extended infinitely, because he felt that the dragon tail that was originally planning to draw towards him was now swinging in his direction at an extremely slow, almost forbidden amplitude. Perhaps he could only hit him when he woke up...

Wait, when did I feel so keen?

Cyril waved his hand in confusion, without any abnormality.

He tried to close his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that the world, which should have been dark after closing his eyes, was so clear that the trace of his body was in his control, including his sword, the roots of the tree under his feet, the dragon tail beside him, the sunken bark, and the master of the dragon claws deep in the bark, the dragon descendant.

Is this...the power of the protection of the gods?

Cyril felt deeply confused. He did not have ever experienced the protection of the gods in the game, but it was nothing more than a certain degree of improvement in the value. The most excessive protection of the gods was just a buff that lasted for a month.

But what is this now?

This feeling is that nothing is in his hands, but everything is in his control-

He stretched out his empty hand and gently moved towards the sunken bark of the Eternal Tree. However, the bark that had been hit by the dragon's tail suddenly made a crackling sound, and then followed his gesture and began to peel down.

In the blink of an eye, the dragon descended deep in the tree appeared before him—

He kept his hands protruding forward, lowered his head, and wore a helmet in the shape of a dragon head, but there were no dragon horns on his head. His dark one-piece armor was extremely exquisitely made and looked domineering.

A big sword lay beside him, half of the sword body was inserted into the tree of eternity. His dragon tail spread from behind him to the ground, drilling out from the ground, and then stagnating in the air.

Putting aside the harm caused to Cyril and others, he seemed to be able to perfectly show the world's impression of a dragonborn - full of violent aesthetics. The streamlined armor and the sleeping but still kept slightly bent their legs. It seemed that they could jump up instantly at any time made people believe that as long as he woke up, he would be a complete warrior.

The only thing that makes people wonder is his height - compared to the incarnation of a fierce man who is more than two meters long as the dragon should have, he seems to be a little shorter.

It seems that the mission has been half completed - at least Cyril has successfully found the true body of the dragon descendant, and is it to be dug out or how...

Cyril stretched out his hand and was about to use the same trick again. He "snatched" the dragon descended from the tree. Suddenly, his body stiffened, and then the feeling of being able to control everything naturally suddenly disappeared.

He subconsciously turned his head and twisted his body to slash the sword behind him, but he saw a silver, glowing body standing quietly behind him at some point.

His body was slender and elegant. His long skirt was dragged behind him and fell from the treetops, like a silver waterfall hanging from the sky.

His whole body was covered with the silver light, which enveloped every detail of His body, face, chest, and legs. But when his eyes touched the light, it seemed that it could feel that the perfect body hidden under it must be-

Cyril's long sword stopped in mid-air for granted, and finally fell beside him with his hand that he had put down for some reason.

"Cyril Adrien." A hazy sound came from the figure. It was impossible to hear men and women, but it was undoubtedly pleasant, making people fall into this sound at any time.

Cyril calmed down and guessed in his heart what the silver figure was - the will of the tree of eternity like Tom Sayya. He slept for a long time, and then woke up in this resonance and the protection of the gods?

If it were the will of the Tree of Eternity, it would not seem surprising that it could be so powerful that it would make him lose the desire to take action against him.

He responded softly, and when he spoke, he realized that the language he spoke was something he had never heard of before - it was not the language system of the elven language, nor was it a common language, obscure but beautiful.

"We met earlier than I thought."

The figure said softly, but the brief words made Cyril suddenly shudder and his whole body tremble-

What is He talking about? Time of meeting? Should we meet?

And He seemed to see his confusion, shook his head, and laughed softly:

"I'm Nora."

"Nora? Which Nora?" Cyril was stunned, and almost fell to the ground the next second - Nora, which Nora could there be? Besides the god of nature that had already gone away, which Nora?

"I'm glad to see you here, but I think this time is a bit too early." Nora said with regret, then waved her hand gently, "Before this, since the little girl called me so hard, and she's here, I'll help you deal with the trouble here."

In an instant, Cyril felt that the power of "control" returned to his body. He watched Nora wave upwards and saw that the branches above his head became lush and leaves in an instant. The green color that seemed to cleanse people's souls made people want to bury them in it.

And this green green was spreading. He saw the dry bark and branches quickly regaining vitality and becoming extremely full. After a few breaths, the entire eternal tree was restored to life, just like the tree of life in the Congye clan, blooming its natural vitality. From the end of his vision to the end, there was this lush green green.

Cyril heard the wind of his own shouting excitedly, and it shuttled between the leaves, causing rustling sounds.

And everything happened in just a few seconds.

Cyril came to his senses and looked at Nora, who was looking at the branches and leaves above his head with an extremely nostalgic look, making people feel that in the next second He would jump to the thick trunk, shaking his legs like a girl next door, singing softly.

He calmed down and asked hurriedly: "Why am I here... no, why am I coming to this world?"

Yes, Cyril knew clearly that although the other party was shouting "Cyril Adrien", it was definitely not the original owner of this body.

But his soul.

If there is something that can influence a person's existence, then he can only choose to believe that it is the god who may have false or always exist.

But Nora shook her head gently: "I don't think I have permission to give you an answer to this question. To be honest, I don't know why."

"But you have the chance to know the truth, I promise you that as long as you can grow to this level-this shouldn't be far away for you."

Nora's voice was like singing a poem, and the jumping pronunciation grabbed Cyril's senses, allowing him to subconsciously hear every word: "When you step into that plain, I think you should be able to touch these, and when you can walk up that tower, I think you should be able to understand everything I said."

He said softly, and his body suddenly floated and flashed before Cyril in a flash of consciousness.

Then He leaned down gently, and his silver-filled face pressed down, gently touching Cyril's forehead.

The touch is cold, but this coldness does not make people feel uncomfortable. Instead, it seems like they want to immerse themselves in human veins, making Cyril tremble comfortably.

And in this brief contact, he heard Nora's gradually becoming ethereal sound-

"I'm sorry for giving you such a bad experience, but this is already the limit of our strength. Goodbye, our people, I think we'll see you soon."

In this gentle, seemingly expectant sigh, the cold touch disappeared.

When Cyril opened his eyes again, he found that Nora was no longer in front of him.

He looked around and saw the green leaves shaking, proving that Nora's arrival was not his fantasy.

What just happened made him unable to calm his heart for a long time. He didn't know why Nora came and what he said meant?

What is such a bad experience? What is the limit of power? What does it mean to climb the tower when you step into the plain?

He scratched his scalp with some worries. Although he knew that the copywriting of [The Road of Huiyao] always liked the riddles, what happened at this moment made him unable to blame it on the copywriting-

After all, the so-called god really appeared before him.

Cyril took a few deep breaths and returned to the scene in front of him - he noticed that he was still standing in the silver column of light, and the feeling of mastering everything was a little faded, but it still took effect.

It seems that there is not much time left for him to control these.

He turned around and looked not far away. Alina, Leonardo and Baron Gene all fell to the ground, and their injuries should not be minor, especially Alina. In order to attract the attention of Dragon Tail, she raised the battle axe and became the target of Dragon Tail's fierce attack.

The girl was wearing light armor, unlike Leonardo, and Baron Gene was not as thick as skin and flesh. How could she withstand it?

Fortunately, I entered such a mysterious state-

Cyril thought, and waved his hand gently in the direction where Alina was. The wind of resurrection wrapped around the girl. Under the nourishment of natural vitality, she could soon recover.

He felt the gradual loss of strength on his body, and then chose to ignore the injuries of Leonardo and Baron Gene, and turn to the place where the dragon descended.

That person, it's time to end this magic plain, Mr. Dragonborn—
Chapter completed!