I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 278 278. May You Walk Through the Shadow of Death

The elven bands were regulating the rhythm of the earth in front, and behind them were the oak trees and apprentices sent by Croa.

Special magical landforms must of course be monitored and guarded, and then developed into various experimental facilities.

For example, the magical landform in front of the oak tree now.

It is a rising white mist, and the wisps of mist form a gushing spring on the surface. Inside, a translucent light curtain can be vaguely seen protecting the white crystal at the core.

"It can't be wrong."

"This is the atmospheric spring."

The oak tree gently touched the white mist with its branches, and a layer of frost immediately spread over the tender green branches.

It cut off the branch without any care, and then another one grew.

The most powerful thing about the Orpheus oak tree is its ductility.

For it, any part can grow freely. As long as there is magic power, it will basically not die, unless all its branches and roots are burned in an instant.

After confirming that this is the atmospheric spring, it instructed the apprentices following behind: "The atmospheric spring can produce an atmospheric crystal, which is the main material of the flight scroll.

If you collect enough, you can also ask Kloya's holy artifact crafting team to make you the wings of light.

Now, start collecting."

The apprentices immediately divided several people out and carefully began to build an automatic mining machine around this atmospheric spring - it is a bean plant.

Its roots are very thin and long, and look quite close to human fingers. After falling to the ground, they began to penetrate the soil and close towards the atmospheric spring.

If you can see through the soil layer, it is like holding the entire spring in the palm of your hand.

"What a magical creation." The oak tree could certainly see the changes under the soil, and it sighed: "Use flexible roots to peel off the elements of magic, and then materialize these elements through fruits."

Even now, it can't imagine how Cloya cultivated these magic plants to create such a miracle.

It stroked its chest.

There was the golden light that Cloya had left for it, which still warmed its soul like the sun, allowing it to enjoy the light of the sun all the time.

After sighing for a moment, it continued to move forward:

"Let's keep going."

In the next section of the journey, it took its apprentices to monitor and mine magical landforms such as sinkhole springs, miniature volcanoes, quicksand mines, etc.

Just when it was about to keep moving forward and keep up with the elves, news suddenly came back from the front-

"Teacher Oak! The fields of Poseidon Barley... are all withered!"

The oak tree's face changed immediately after hearing this-the trunk really turned white.

Poseidon barley is now the most basic staple food, and the daily consumption is several tons. If there is a problem with the Poseidon barley field, it will definitely be the most troublesome thing.

It didn't care about these magical landforms and quickly rushed to the Poseidon barley field.

When it arrived here, the elf band had already stopped here, and all the elves dispersed to check the withered barley.

The leading Gopherwood elf was even more serious, and looked like a smaller version of Croa.

Oak and Gopherwood elf looked at each other, nodded silently, and looked around.

The Poseidon barley that had been growing vigorously like a forest had now all withered, and the blue wheat leaves turned scorched and drooped weakly.

Deathly silence... Absolute deathly silence filled this vast ten-hectare Poseidon barley planting area.

No one was still alive, all dead!

How many people can be fed in a ten-hectare planting area?

Oak's face was not only pale, but almost his whole body turned white. It directly transformed from a green oak into a white oak, and it was pale.

It immediately sensed the barley naturally.

But it didn't get any accurate answers. It only knew that the barley seemed to wither because it couldn't adapt to the pulse of the earth.

But why did they all wither suddenly? The earth had been in disharmony for a while. Was it just a prelude at the beginning, and the next thing was the time for the real disaster to break out?

The Gopher Wood Elf on the side came over and whispered: "I couldn't hear their dying cries. It seemed that death happened in an instant."

The oak said: "What about the fields in other places? Are they all okay?"

"It's okay."

"But take a look at this first." The Gopher Wood Elf drew a light curtain casually, and the picture inside was another field of Poseidon barley.

To be precise, it was the field of Poseidon barley transformed by Cloya. They were still growing lushly, and each wheat plant was like a tall tree, with heavy ears of wheat.

The oak's eyes widened immediately.

In other words, all the unmodified Poseidon barley died, but the modified Poseidon barley still survived.

If this is really the case...

It immediately sent someone to call Mi Feiyin, who was measuring data in various places, and then showed him two completely different fields without saying a word.

Mi Feiyin was certainly not stupid. He was shocked and said: "Poseidon barley is a necessity for the harvest priests to preach in various places.

Now it is considered the main food crop of most coastal countries in the entire continent.

If they all withered, things would be even worse. "

The Gopher Wood Elf looked directly at the former bishop of the Church of the Earth and asked bluntly: "Why do you want to spread this crop?"

"Don't tell me that you just want people to eat more.

Mr. Mifeiyin... listen to the earth's cry!"

Now it really needs an answer. It feels these pains more deeply, so it doesn't mind its bad attitude at all.

It gently stroked the strings, then pointed at Mifeiyin, and the rhythm of the earth drawn by it instantly entered Mifeiyin's mind.

That was the earth being snatched away by two forces in turn, as if it was torn apart, and the cry was so heavy but so powerless.

"..."

Miffin certainly knew what this was. This was the reason for the chaos on the earth, and it was the truth he had never dared to touch.

He was deeply He sighed deeply, and at this moment his hair began to fade, as if it was about to lose the golden color of the harvest.

For believers, faith can be strong, but it can also be fragile, especially for some special believers, such as Mifeiyin.

Is it the earth and the harvest or the Earth Mother Goddess that they believe in?

Now there is an answer.

He fell to the ground dejectedly, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, fell straight down his cheeks to the ground, splashed a touch of ash on the dry and cracked earth, and disappeared without a trace.

He smiled bitterly and said, "This is the gift of the Mother Goddess."

"Let the magic plant degenerate into a crop that can be sown by mortals."

"It started a long, long time ago, and now more than 30 crops have been spread, including Poseidon barley, golden rice, barren potatoes..."

"These crops can survive in an environment where the same crops cannot grow. "

As he spoke, his golden hair, the symbol of the Mother Earth's harvest spirit, became increasingly dim.

It was as if it had lost all its colors and turned gray, like an old man on his deathbed.

"Huh..."

His breath seemed to become weaker as the colors faded, and in the end he even had to use one hand to support the ground to barely breathe, and the sound of his breathing was like a leaking bellows.

This is the price of betraying faith.

The power of God will give you great power and energy that ordinary people cannot get, but once you betray God, these will be taken back, and backlash will follow.

If Miffin was not young to begin with, but a middle-aged bishop who survived on the power of God, his soul would be dead now.

The oak tree had pity in its eyes, and was a little strange. Why didn't the God leave after hearing all these things?

"Alas. "

Just as the Gopher Wood Elf was about to play the harp, a figure suddenly appeared in the light beside him, and a hand covered with brilliant light was placed on Miphiin's shoulder.

The latter immediately felt a warm power injected into his body, with vitality, and even the speed at which the harvest aura disappeared was slowed down.

Miphiin raised his head and saw Croa smiling.

The light and the sun were behind him, but it seemed like the light he emitted, warm and bright, but could be looked directly at.

"I knew you would be rejected by the power of the Mother Earth, so...consider changing your belief?"

"For example, how about the earth? "

Kroya's voice was full of smiles. He stretched out his hand and waved at the Gopher Wood Elf, and the guy obediently turned into a harp.

Then the elves and the mermaid prince scattered around also gathered around him, like stars around the sun, and began to sing.

The most hardworking among them was the Thick Soybean Elf.

The elves sang and danced, dancing under the lead of the genuine "Poem of Rainbow".

So, the earth under their bodies changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dry cracks were repaired.

The rhythm of the earth was instantly repaired by their wishes and magic, and a yellowish-brown light spread out and covered Miffin's body.

"You see."

"In fact, it is only the Mother Goddess who hates you, not the earth itself. It can feel your grief and guilt. "

"It is still willing to return your lost power to you, even though it is now exhausted by the battle between the two gods. "

The gentle earthy yellow light covered Miffin's body, just like a mother hugging him.

There was no obvious sound and light effect, and it was not even as good as the light emitted by the second-level magic, but the divine power continued to flow into Miffin's body.

At this moment, the power he had lost resurfaced like a tide, turning his hair into a deeper golden color.

His tears kept dripping down, his lips trembled, and he was completely speechless - until now he truly felt the embrace of the earth.

This is the real power of the earth!

It will embrace everything, and nourish all life growing on the earth like the sun in the sky.

Kroya watched from the side and felt very relieved.

In fact, he had already made preparations. If the divine power on Miffin disappeared, he would personally take action to solve this matter.

With the help of the power of the Gopher Wood Elves and other elves, it is definitely enough to borrow the gift of the earth. This is the real earth, not the gods who borrow its authority.

‘Speaking of which, this was discovered on the Orpheus Oak. ’ He glanced at the oak tree next to him.

The Orpheus Oak’s divine favor is actually very special. It was obtained after healing the earth. The main body of the blessing is actually the earth, not the Earth Mother.

At that time, he had some vague ideas, but it was not until he communicated with Mia before that he finally confirmed the relationship between the earth and the Earth Mother.

It’s like the relationship between light and the sun.

The oak tree noticed Kroya’s gaze and was about to ask strangely, but suddenly felt something.

I saw that Mifiin, who should have fully recovered, his hair was fading again, and it turned directly into a grayish-white color.

That color is exactly the same as the dead leaves.

At the same time, he exuded a power that made it feel very daunted.

Gray-black, with haze.

That is the power of death!

Miffy is receiving the power of death!

"..." Cloya narrowed his eyes and cast a magic called crystal cage without hesitation.

The shining crystal immediately surrounded Miffy to form a cage, locking him inside, and the magic of death certainly did not leak out.

This is a kind of alchemical magic that requires high-purity magic crystals to perform. Once it is performed, it can form a crystal prison.

The prison has a strong magic isolation ability, which can be used for defense and to prevent the wizard from escaping.

After the crystal prison was formed, Cloya looked at the black magic flowing on Miffy and muttered to himself: "Why."

"Shouldn't it be the power of the earth? How can there be the power of death? Has the earth really mutated?"

If the earth really mutated to this extent, he should consider raising half of the North to the sky.

At this moment, Cloya felt a faint spiritual wave coming from the ground under his feet——

"Sun..."

"He will be my walker, who will walk through the valley of the shadow of death, but will not be harmed, because my staff will be with him."

'Earth...' Cloya was relieved.

A thorn tree suddenly grew beside Miphiin, and finally turned into a wooden staff about half a person's height, which was held in Miphiin's hand.

The crystal prison shattered silently.

"Puff!"

The thorn pierced his palm and came out directly. The blood flowed along the thorn tree to the ground and intertwined with the black mist.

'This wooden staff is...' Cloya narrowed his eyes.

[Death Thornwood (Death Shadow Walker·Operation)]

[This magic plant is a gift from the "Earth". The existence that controls this magic plant will gain the power of the "Death Shadow Walker" favored by God. 】

If the former Miffy was the kind of holy son who looked quite sacred and could make people feel good... then at this moment he became a chilling dead man.

His golden hair had all turned gray and casually draped over his shoulders. Although he was still handsome, he made people feel uneasy.

Even Cloya would feel a little uncomfortable looking at him - this was the instinctive reaction of life to death, and it didn't even have anything to do with his "Rainbow Poem". Any life that felt death would be afraid and uneasy.

He stood up, looked at Cloya quietly, and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your help, my friend."

"I will redeem the evil consequences of the despicable god."

After saying that, he knocked on the thorny wooden stick in his hand.

A circle of ripples spread out directly from his wooden stick.

When the ripples touched the dead sea god Barley, Barley miraculously came back to life.

They became upright again, and the ears of wheat fell heavily on the branches, looking more energetic than before they died.

"..."

Kroya was surprised.

Is this the resurrection spell in the miracle spell?

No... miracles all have a price!

He looked at Miphiin suddenly and found that the latter's hair seemed to have become whiter, white enough to be transparent, and a dark ring appeared on his head.

It looked like an angel's ring, but it was full of the breath of death.

——The "death" of the barley was absorbed by Miphiin!

"Miracles always come with a price." He sighed, "You don't have to choose this path. A good harvest may be more suitable than death."

He stretched out his hand, and a small sunflower shadow quietly emerged in the white palm, and the four-color light flashed around the flower disk.

"My friend, you still have a choice."

"You can change your faith again."

"Although it is still very weak, its future potential is strong enough."

Kroya sincerely hoped that Miphiin would accept his kindness. The power of death is too painful, much more painful than the thorns piercing the body directly.

For his friends, he will consider everything.

But Mifeiyin smiled and shook his head gently to refuse: "I am very grateful for your kindness."

"But I can no longer pretend to turn a blind eye and watch the despicable gods pollute the earth again. I will walk on the earth with His will.

When my blood awakens the vitality of the earth, my journey will be over."

He walked up to Cloya and said apologetically: "I can't even give you a farewell hug."

"Really?" Cloya blinked and reached out to hug Miphiin: "My friend, I hope you can complete your journey of faith."

The light emanating from his body and the breath of death on Miphiin were completely separated, and there was not even any conflict. The Oak Mermaid Prince and the elves on the side were stunned.

Cloya patted Miphiin on the back and said in his ear:

"In order to make your journey smoother, I will give you a gift."

"If you can't hold on...if the pressure of the earth and the endless death are going to swallow you, then come to my paradise."

He stuffed a small ticket made of colorful light that looked like a leaf into Miphiin's pocket.

"Please remember, it will always be valid."

"Just like the promise I made to you."

After saying that, he let go of Miphiin, stepped back a few steps and waved to him.

"..."

Miphiin felt the ticket emitting a warm breath in his pocket, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He had no more tears to shed, so he could only smile and wave to Kloya, then slowly turned around, holding the thornwood staff and leaving the North step by step.

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