Mage? Spell Engineer!

Under the stars and moon, the giant trees in the center of the forest shine even brighter than them.

Anyone who sees Him in person will involuntarily imagine or believe that it is His outstretched branches that hold up the sky.

What's there to doubt? His branches are so tall, and his canopy is so vast. A steady stream of blue light rises from the earth, nurtures and rises to the branches, to the treetops, and finally leaves the sacred tree in the windless sway, turning into broken fireflies and blending into the forest. .

The brilliant light spreads all over the sky, more prosperous than the stars.

In the field enveloped by Him, in the place where His people stand, the Manna of the Black Forest and the rhythm of life have Him as their origin and end with Him. He is the heart of this place, He is the relic of the gods here, and He is the guardian who blesses all living beings.

But underneath Him was an unclean place. Battles decades ago burned down the forests and meadows in a radius of hundreds of meters around the giant trees, leaving only exposed soil and gravel.

At the same time, the evil pollution is exposed - the dark and dirty growths continue to climb along the roots, continue to proliferate, and are then suppressed by the blue flowing fireflies. The two forces fight in a body, biting, assimilating and suppressing each other.

Sometimes thick turbid liquid will erupt from the growth, and it will squirm toward the forest, and sometimes even take on the form of animals. These abominable creatures are born with the ability to corrode and pollute, and wherever they go, they will give birth to deformities and deformities. Uncontrolled proliferation.

Fortunately, they are all fragile larvae, and will only be destroyed by the flying fireflies falling from the sky. The flying fireflies are deadly poison to them, and they are scorching flames. Once infected, they will spread to the whole body, and then evaporate and disintegrate.

The clearing and surrounding trees retained traces of fire damage, and weathered skeletons lay scattered on the ground. Under the influence of divine power, the scene stagnated here, and only the flesh and blood gradually returned to the natural cycle.

Some of these remains are wearing armor, some are covered with carbonized leather, and decayed weapons are either held by bones or interspersed among them. Together, they twist into weird postures, like dancers in the underworld, sacred trees or other beings. Offer a war dance.

The filthy thick liquid has been trying to cling to these remains, but every time it is about to succeed, it is stopped by Liu Ying.

Decades ago, the elite armies of the elves and the empire in the Black Forest fought their last battle under the witness of the Supertree. It was the accompanying mage who ended it all.

In the center of the Dancing Skeleton, the only standing skeleton is supported by the staff. The open upper and lower jaws make people guess, the last expression of this spellcaster was despair? Crazy? Or a roar of victory?

"What a wonderful sight!" The loyal servant of Mother Earth arrived here before the rest of the investigation team. Peterson received a revelation from his master that he would help Mother Earth complete the final erosion of the sacred tree and take a big step towards her return.

Although there was only one person, the skeletons in front of him were the best material for sacrificial dance. All he had to do was to set up a stage for these dancers to please the Great Mother.

"Damn it, there's not a single beast here! I should have thought of a way to kidnap Ella." Peterson cursed. He fished out a barrel of wine from his storage bag and put in lilac, elderberry powder, and many other spiritual things. Material.

At the last step, he gritted his teeth and cut his palm, and blood continued to flow into the barrel of wine.

Peterson watched the dripping life dripping down, and gradually became tired and dizzy. Finally, it's almost done. The slurry dedicated to God can feel the power of its origin attached to the giant tree, boiling with joy. He quickly stopped bleeding and used magic to heal his wounds.

"I'm not in a good state right now." Peterson grabbed a handful of herbal powder from his robe, smeared it on his face and swallowed it. Suddenly, the blood surged up and almost broke through his skull. He just felt that everything slowed down and became quiet. , I could hear my own heartbeat very clearly.

"Great! Great!" He smiled and used the activated slurry to outline a magic circle on the ground where the bones were.

If you are an apprentice of the Forest Tower, you should be familiar with such a smile. "Teacher Peterson" has always been a gentle and patient lecturer. When encountering questions from apprentices, he always answers questions carefully while holding his glasses.

always. He has always been a low-level mage! Even if you can finally reach the second level with your contributions in papers and teaching, what's the use? That damn piece of metal will always shine blue. Without crossing the threshold of the intermediate level, he will never have the chance to become an associate professor or professor!

When his colleagues around him were promoted one by one, and when his former student became an associate professor as an intermediate mage, Peterson continued to face everyone in the Forest Tower with a gentle smile. Under the mask of that smile, there was a deep feeling of sadness. despair.

After despair comes a turning point. While in the field, Peterson came into contact with a secret society. At first he was attracted by rituals similar to natural magic, and then he discovered truths and opportunities that made him tremble in the society's ridiculous teachings.

Yes, those laymen are idiots, and the great mother needs experts like herself!

"Okay, great." The outline came to an end, and Peterson began to imagine that after completing this mission and helping the great being return to the earth, he will surely receive the greatest blessing, and he will gain power beyond that of a mage. He must do it with his own hands Plant those guys into their favorite soil.

The stage is set, and those ridiculous audiences are coming too. Until the unveiling, they were kept in the dark by me, Peterson.

At the edge of the clearing, the woods twisted to make way. As expected, the one who came out first was the wooden head, the noble archmage who would only rely on his own strength. Oh, and behind him was Ella, the best sacrifice at this moment, the Mother of the Earth. like.

"Teacher Peterson? Why are there two Petersons?"

The apprentices of Senzhi Castle looked back and forth. One was Petersen who went to the giant tree first, his eyes bloodshot and stained with filth, and the other was Petersen who had been walking with them.

Peterson, who was traveling with him, suddenly turned around, grabbed Ella, put a sharp knife against her neck and walked backwards towards the tree.

"Don't move! The great being is a tolerant mother and doesn't care whether the sacrifice is fresh or alive. Do you understand? If you want Ella to live a little longer, just be a good audience!"

Peterson and his real stand-in were much taller than Ella, and the little girl was held tightly to his chest. Rorschach and his group stood at the edge of the border between the forest and the clearing, about a hundred meters away from Peterson, who was holding the ceremony.

"Tremble! Kneel down and worship! You stupid mortals!" Peterson couldn't help but open his arms to welcome his master and his own bright future.

Then, under everyone's gaze, the man with his arms spread straightened up and fell backwards. There is a two-finger-wide hole just above his eyebrows, running from his face to the back of his head. Due to high temperature burning, the blood and flesh on the wound surface solidified first, and then slowly seeped out yellow, white, and red liquid due to intracranial pressure.

Copper raised his hand and summoned three wolves composed of thunderclouds that rushed forward and ate up his body. After three thunderstorms, only charred pieces were left, which should have cut off the possibility of Peterson's regeneration.

At two points and one line, the clone holding Ella hostage was also penetrated, but his collapse was due to the death of the caster. The effect of the disguise came into contact, revealing the sallow skin of the innkeeper, who had obviously been dead for a long time. Ella screamed and ran back to the group.

High temperature, high speed, and a concentrated line of fire killed Peterson, a cultist who had assumed a standard pose before he died.

"Alexander, you rely too much on your natural induction. According to my speculation, it was after you and I lost our induction ability that Peterson took the opportunity to exchange his body with this scapegoat. I didn't expect that the first one to discover it was little Rorschach. ." Cobb shook his head. After coming out of the basement, he secretly investigated and determined Peterson's anomaly.

"You should have made preparations earlier. It was too risky just now!" Humboldt's face turned pale.

"The sensing ability of my clone is also greatly limited! Wouldn't it be a good idea to alert the enemy before finding his true body?"

Rorschach continued to walk towards the giant tree, and he felt the magical wind gradually rising in the field, flowing in a familiar way. Even if the sacrifices don’t start, does the Advent still start?

"With the buffoon gone, real trouble is coming."