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Chapter 55 Tree of Life

The magic in Nefarian's palm dissipated, and he lowered his hand.

As expected of the Demon King!

Reincarnated as a human, he hasn't lost any of his former prowess. Just look at his performance—he was incredibly strong!

That Elliott clearly possesses some strange abilities.

But it didn't work.

The Demon King overcame all magic with a single punch and easily defeated him!

Inside the reception room.

Emilia stood by the window, peering at the battlefield, and also saw Sieg's valiant figure.

Emilia's impression of Sieg instantly reversed; his powerful performance was enough to make anyone yearn for him. She felt her blood boiling and began to fantasize.

The one who so swiftly and decisively defeated the enemy was not Sieg, but her.

Emilia quickly recalled Nephalem's reprimand and protection, as well as her own poor performance, and felt ashamed.

She has the talent of a spellcaster.

But she lacked the quality that a soldier must possess: courage.

Sharp blades, furious roars—Emira always loses her composure in the face of battle.

Her mind went blank, her body stiffened, and no matter how much she tried to cheer herself up beforehand, she was at a loss when the battle actually broke out.

At first, Emilia thought it was due to insufficient preparation.

Or it could be a lack of confidence in one's own abilities.

So she worked even harder, constantly improving her skills, practicing micro-manipulation magic, hammering spellcasting techniques, and even buying books by great spellcasters to study day and night.

But all those efforts were in vain.

Standing in the arena, a deep-seated cowardice clung to her, one she could never control.

"Emira can't fight; she's not cut out for it."

Similar statements are often heard from others.

From the father, from Ethan, and from everyone who knew Emilia.

In Moonglade, she was already considered brave.

Instead of standing there and waiting to die, she bravely fled and prayed. Her desperate struggle earned her the attention of the Lord of the Fire Palace, who then saved her.

now.

She stood by the window, looking at Sieg and Nephat, her face filled with worry: "The Savior only has three followers, Senior Nephat and Mr. Sieg, who are obviously very capable... Compared to them, I really am incredibly naive..."

Eliot knew he had reached a dead end.

The eerie emerald fire merged into his flesh and blood, hovering above his spiritual sea like a great sun, impossible to banish.

Its continuous and steady radiance of light and heat, falling into Elliott's senses, was like being boiled in oil, the pain as sharp as being stabbed with a knife almost shattering his sanity!

We must start struggling immediately...

As long as you get to that place...

Consciousness was clouded, but a strong will to survive sustained him. Elliott pushed himself up, staggered over the obstacles, and ran into a mine shaft beside him.

Nefa frowned and stepped forward, saying, "I'll go catch him! Sieg, Emilia doesn't seem to be good at fighting, you stay here and protect her."

Not good at fighting?

Sieg turned to look at Emilia, who had walked out of the reception room and was standing in front of the door, and shook his head: "I'll go. That Elliott might know what I'm interested in."

The rewards from "Past Illusions" are currently the most important source of power.

Eliot was a believer in the miracle of suffering, and he might know Murta's whereabouts.

But the probability is extremely low.

Among the so-called "lovers," Murta is the most special. If she were alive today, she would definitely be one of the most formidable people in the world of Sui.

What does it mean to have accumulated over a thousand years?

Even a piece of rotten wood can be turned into oil.

A sense of unease settled in Sieg's heart. "She was a devout person. And I... I am the sinner of the Painful Miracles. I deceived everyone, I was never devout from beginning to end, and in the end, I personally ended the leader, causing the Painful Miracles to split and perish..."

"If Murta were still alive, she would probably hate me."

Another messy situation.

Nefa hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, be careful."

Sieg nodded and walked toward the mine where Elliott had disappeared.

……

……

Sieg stood before the mine shaft and peered inside.

The mine is three meters high and four meters wide, with magic crystals embedded in the recesses at intervals, providing continuous illumination for an extended period of time.

The steel-cast support structure is highly stable and will not easily collapse even in the event of an earthquake. The rock walls on both sides of the mine are also covered with asphalt waterproof membrane, which is very professional.

A cool breeze swept over me, and the ventilation was excellent.

However, the wind carried a faint, putrid odor, which was unpleasant.

Sieg stepped on the bloodstains on the ground and slowly walked inside.

The deeper they went, the more pronounced the stench became, a chill ran through them, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

This is not because of the cold, but rather a stress response from the body as if it sensed something.

Elliott's figure appeared ahead.

He clearly heard footsteps, turned around in a panic, and saw the black-haired god of death following closely behind!

His survival instinct was reignited, and he mustered his last bit of strength to rush forward.

"Priest, Your Excellency... save me!"

A huge sinkhole appeared before us.

At the bottom of the sinkhole, countless yellow candles are stuck in the ground, arranged at varying heights like a constellation of stars, forming a blazing fire.

In the center of the firelight, at the deepest part of the mine, grew a large tree with lush branches and strong roots.

It took root in the endless darkness, absorbing all the nutrients from the soil at the bottom of the sinkhole. There was no sign of life around its roots, and even the soil had turned into worthless inorganic gravel. Only the big tree exuded a vigorous vitality.

This is……

The evil magic of suffering and miracles.

Sieg looked up and, sure enough, saw a man in a red robe on the thickest branch.

Branches pierced his belly and emerged from the back of his neck; his hands and feet twisted unnaturally, bound by vines and pressed tightly against the branches.

"Master officiant! Master officiant!"

Elliott had already run to the base of the big tree.

His eyes gleamed with a frenzied light as he pointed at Sieg, who was slowly approaching, and said, "He...he's found us! We can't let him leave alive!"

A person was sitting under the tree.

The man had white hair and an extraordinary bearing. He was shirtless, revealing six iron nails the size of horseshoes on his chest.

Each one was nailed to the limit, deeply embedded in the flesh.

The edges of the round nail heads were covered in dark red rust; it was unknown how long these nails had been stuck inside him.

This is a pure follower of the Painful Miracles, qualified to have a "Heaven-Piercing Nail" implanted in his body. He is a high-ranking priest, a mid-level cadre.

The old man opened his eyes, his blue pupils shining like fire.

He looked at Elliott and said, "Now that he's here, your mission is over. Someone like you is not qualified to believe in the Mother of All Mothers."

The old man raised his hand, grabbed Elliott's head, and impaled him on a sharpened wooden stake in the ground, from bottom to top.

Fresh blood gushed out, dripping down in a steady stream.

After that, the old man looked at Sieg and said, "Mr. Sieg, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."