Immortal master? There was a strange smile on everyone's face, and Anthony turned to Ann Ruth and asked: "How long has it been here with you?"
An Lusi said hesitantly: "I don't know, it may have been tens of thousands of years ago. From the legends passed down orally by the elders of the clan, there have always been descriptions of the great elf. I grew up listening to its deeds. .”
"Haha, the undead lord only came to the surface of chaos hundreds of years ago. The time is not right, so beat it." Nigris said with a smile.
"Ouch!" The little angel went up and beat it. It was most appropriate for the Holy Spirit Angel to beat the undead creature, and vice versa.
The Corpse Witch howled miserably, and his soul sank. Who would have thought that there would be people on the side of Chaos that the Undead Lord couldn't frighten? And these people...
No, no, that person is too strong. No matter what, he is still the god who ignites the divine fire. Although the number of believers is too small and the divine power is not obvious, he will not be destroyed by a punch, right? Who are these people from?
After a beating, Anthony asked: "How long have you been lighting the divine fire?"
The corpse witch hesitated for a moment.
Divine light slowly appeared on Anthony's body, and a light-like crown appeared on his head. His whole body was filled with divine light. He asked again: "How long have you been lighting the divine fire?"
Anthony's voice, driven by divine power, hit the corpse witch's soul like waves one after another, making his heart tremble: This... this... this is also a god? !
It can be seen from the beginning that there is a big gap in strength between the two sides. Almost everyone on Ange's side can see through the divine power of the corpse witch at a glance, but the corpse witch actually realizes it later?
But it's not his fault. Ange's strength is so strong that it doesn't overflow at all. Anthony's soul is in Ange, and Nigris is directly projected. It's normal not to see it.
This brought a powerful shock to the Corpse Witch, especially since Anthony was still belittling: "Your godhead is so weak, and your control power is also very weak. From time to time, your divine power leaks out. Have you never learned how to do it?" Are you a god? We have a god training class here, do you want to sign up for a class and learn it?"
"You...who are you?" the Corpse Witch asked.
"Didn't you say that? We are envoys from the kingdom of the gods. Forget it, let me introduce you to you. I am the spokesperson of God in the world, the interpreter of the oracle, the singer of the holy voice, and the wielder of the sword of punishment. Swordman, Pope, Saint Anthony. How should I call you?" Anthony said majestically.
The corpse witch was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped, and he murmured after a long while: "Although I don't understand, such a long name sounds so powerful, but you are not a god, you are just a spokesperson? What kind of spokesman for God?”
Anthony gave up his position: "This is my main god."
The corpse witch's expression froze, and Ange, who blew it up with one punch, was much more intimidating than those gods who didn't even listen.
He couldn't beat her, couldn't bluff her, and it hurt so much when the little girl across from her hit her. The corpse witch gave in and responded: "You can call me Escris."
"Hey, what a great elf name. You were also an elf when you were alive? Let me see." Anthony leaned over, pulled up the sparse dead hair on its head, straightened its ears, and then applied a facial cleansing spell.
The entire auricle filled up, and the tip of an elf's ear bulged out.
"Is it really an elf? There is an elf corpse witch? It's so rare." Anthony was surprised.
On Ange's shoulder, the God of Life and the saplings couldn't help but pop up and look at the Elf Corpse Witch.
Undead creatures reincarnated by elves are very rare. Unless they are skeletons and zombies that are deliberately summoned, no wise lich has ever seen one.
As for the undead, because they have no form, it depends on whether they have retained their memories. If the memories they retained during life are of elves, they can be considered undead elves. Unfortunately, we have not yet seen any undead who recognize themselves as elves.
It didn't matter that the God of Life appeared. An Lusi's legs softened when she saw them. She almost fell to the ground. The elves were the elves of the sacred tree. Even if she had never seen them before, she could recognize these two at a glance. What tree is it.
But everyone's attention was not on her, they were just playing around with the Elf Corpse Witch.
"Huh, she's still a woman?" Nigris said in surprise as he looked at the corpse witch that was constantly revitalizing and filling up.
Anthony has a deep understanding of this: "It's not surprising that the status of women in elves is higher. Isn't that the elf who comes to me for a drink every day with his waistband raised? Isn't it also a woman?"
"That's not a trousers belt, that's the belt of the holy armor. I managed to get a belt out of nowhere. The elf's aesthetics are really weird." Nigris complained.
Soon the corpse witch was transformed into a living, tender elf.
"Isn't this the big elf it transformed into? So it turned out to be herself?"
"It's quite beautiful. Are all elves so beautiful? The real person is more beautiful than the phantom. He is not as heroic as Gaillard, but he is more mature and more chaste."
Everyone was commenting, but Escris was already in a state of paralysis at this moment. She looked at her white and tender hands in disbelief, then touched her face, then touched the fleshy parts of her body, and asked in a whisper: "This... what kind of miracle is this?"
"Miracles? Oh, this is the grace of the immortal god. Do you want to know more? Come here, answer a few questions for me, and I will show you more of my Lord's miracles."
Faced with all these incredible things, Aisicles had already lost her mind and was at a loss, and was soon clearly tricked by Anthony.
This is a sad story. After the Divine Tree of All Realms died, the void elves who once relied on it for survival immediately lost their support. Some died of starvation and freezing, some were robbed and killed by the ancient gods, and their number decreased sharply.
The end is far more miserable than the plane elves losing the God of Life. After all, the God of Life just ran away from home, and his true body is still in place and can continue to protect the plane elves.
But the void elves have really lost their protection completely. The Chaos side is too dangerous. Without the protection of the sacred tree, these void elves are no different from harmless little white rabbits in the eyes of the ancient gods.
Relying on the remnants of the sacred tree, the void elves have struggled to survive for hundreds of thousands of years, and their numbers have continued to decrease.
However, as the number decreased, the life span of the void elves also decreased. After a few generations, it dropped to the normal two hundred years. However, as the sacred tree withered, the living environment became worse and worse, and few elves could live to the end of their lives. .
However, as life spans decreased, the fertility rate of elves actually increased, and the number of ethnic groups increased.
Escris was born under such circumstances, and hundreds of thousands of years have passed since the sacred tree died.
Asikris grew, learned, escaped, and struggled hard to survive. However, danger still came. An ancient god broke into the habitat, destroyed the small settlement where she was, and killed all the elves.
With the death of Escris, the story should have ended abruptly, but it didn't. She came back to life and was reincarnated into an undead creature, and the story has just begun.
Escris didn't know why she became like this, let alone what an undead creature was. She only knew that she seemed to have become a living corpse. Her heart didn't beat, she didn't need to breathe to eat, and she couldn't grow. It will only wither and become a shriveled corpse.
She was confused for a long time, wandering aimlessly, until one day she came to another elven settlement, which had just been destroyed by another ancient god. Almost all the elves had disappeared, leaving only ruins. In the ruins, she found a baby elf that was still alive.
The confused Escris suddenly had a new goal, to raise this baby elf. However, the void was cruel, and the baby elf died before he was two years old.
It's hard to describe Escris's mood at that time. She felt that the whole world was disconnected from her, and everything had nothing to do with her. She just knelt there stupidly, looking at the body of the baby elf. ,I do not know how long it has been.
When she woke up again, the corpse of the baby elf had turned into a pile of bones and merged with the ground, making it impossible to dig them out.
"It may take tens of thousands of years to fuse with the stone, and it also requires a suitable environment." Negris said softly.
Escris really didn’t know how many years had passed. Anyway, she woke up and wandered around in a daze. Her state was no different from the zombies wandering around. The only difference was that she could see some fireworks and capture them. Fireworks, she will wake up.
After an unknown amount of time passed, maybe she caught enough fireworks, and she suddenly remembered who she was.
"Well, the fireworks you are talking about are not this kind of thing, right? Ange, show her the whole ball of soul flames." Nigris said.
Ange created a large ball of soul flame.
Escris swallowed, nodded and said, "Yes, that's it. Do you call it soul flame?"
Nigris gasped and said in shock: "You are looking for this kind of thing everywhere? Didn't it float towards you? Did you find it and then devour it? Are you the God Eater?"
"Ah? God Eater? Am I called a God Eater?" Escris asked blankly, she didn't know.
Negris said: "Ange, give her the soul flame and see if she can swallow it."
Ange handed over the soul flame in his hand, and Escris took it and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls.
Negri took a deep breath and said: "It is indeed the God Eater. This is the first God Eater I have ever seen. Oh, no, the second one. The little ghost is the first. Fortunately, she was born On the chaotic side, if she was born on the main plane and lived for tens of thousands of years, no god would be able to defeat her."
"Dedicate your soul. If you can't establish a mandatory soul connection, then kill her. Don't let the God Eaters live. They are the natural enemies of the gods." Negris said.
Escris, who was quite happy after just eating a soul flame, suddenly had her eyes bulged. Will she be beaten to death if she eats a soul flame? If I don’t eat it, I will spit it out.
(End of chapter)
