franphil Chapter 298 Only Guards Against Outsiders
Chapter 298 Only Guards Against Outsiders
Chapter 298 Only Guards Against Outsiders
When faced with the power of the Chaos Sea, God's brothers and sisters indeed each had their own methods.
A smile crept across Xia'er's lips. This was the advantage of being a transmigrator: a basic understanding of the Outer Gods. The Fallen Mother Goddess, the Child of Chaos, and the Mother Tree of Desire—these three Outer Gods, who were among the earliest to be created, all had some connection to "Chaos."
The true form of the "Mother Tree of Desire," the surface of that humanoid giant tree, with its chaotic scales, was indeed able to resist the erosion of the Chaos Sea to a certain extent. Even though what was in front of it was just an insignificant, crudely made incarnation that could not represent the incarnation of the ancient will, it did not sink directly when the projection of the Chaos Sea appeared.
Deeply inspired, Shael covered his body with a layer of dragon scales. These scales wriggled like living creatures, adjusting their texture and flexibility. The layers of scales differentiated into countless small pieces, and the gaps between the scales became the perfect places for dirt and grime to hide.
Shael remained the magnet, and the phantom of the chaotic sea remained the iron sand. However, the appearance of these scales trapped tiny grains of sand in the gaps between the layers. The scales opened and closed as if breathing.
It absorbed a large amount of pollution, and its color changed towards a chaotic color, while its texture became harder.
If you cannot prevent yourself from being contaminated, then you can selectively and actively come into contact with the contaminant, limiting the vast majority of the contamination to certain parts of your body, rather than letting it spread unchecked throughout your body. The essence of contamination is actually a kind of energy, or rather, a force.
Xia'er had an epiphany and tried to trap the pollution within the keratin layer on his scales, allowing his scales to actively absorb it. He also adjusted his state and scale density along with the Fallen Tree Spirit, wrapping himself up like a wooden stake that could float on the sea.
"Even though we're still going to die, isn't that romantic?"
Xia'er looked at the Fallen Tree Spirit and laughed. The color of the scales on his body was approaching that of the Fallen Tree Spirit. Even though the feeling of suffocation was getting stronger, Xia'er was still in a good mood. Giving up a virtual personality to gain the opportunity to seek guidance from the Outer God was very worthwhile.
He wasn't worried that this would affect his main body. Both the Celestial Venerable Curtain and the Death God's Uniqueness could, to some extent, prevent the pollution here from endlessly biting along the network cable.
With death comes the end of all debts; all he needs to do now is die cleanly.
With this thought in mind, he swam toward the Fallen Tree Spirit struggling in the pollution of the Chaos Sea. Even though it was high-level pollution, the little bit of power the Fallen Tree Spirit carried from the Fallen Mother Tree was like water without roots. Separated by the barrier of Earth, the Outer God was indeed somewhat frustrated.
"What could be more romantic than dying together?"
This time, Xia Er no longer cared about the pollution from the Outer Gods. He hugged the rotten wooden stake in front of him, as if it were still the same beautiful head as before, and then pressed the rotten wooden stake into the water, with deep love and some indescribable madness.
The Fallen Tree Spirit struggled frantically, all the tenderness between them vanished, replaced by a fierce battle. The twisting branches tried to tear at Xia'er's skin, but under the influence of the Chaos Sea, the darkened scales blocked the tree spirit's strangulation.
Even some of the flowers and vines on the Fallen Treant's body were violently torn off by Shael. When it went completely mad, a thick branch pierced through Shael's chest, and the scales that were supposed to be used for defense were removed.
Before completely dissipating, Xia'er watched as those who hadn't been able to merge with the dragon scales, due to the cancellation of dragon transformation, reappeared the moment the dragon scales disappeared, having lost their carriers due to the inertia of the scales and the pollution they hadn't yet absorbed. She let out a final soft laugh.
Load-bearing capacity...this is indeed a very good research direction.
The dream of Follett, the leader of the Celestial Church, collapsed. In reality, a traditional Chinese ink painting depicting a desolate mountain with a lonely grave and wild ghosts slowly unfolded. Everything in the cave was packed up and thrown into the depths of the underworld, dumped into the dark River Styx like garbage.
As Xia Er watched everything gradually sink into the River Styx, his calm face remained completely expressionless.
As for the loss of a stronghold by the Celestial Church, who cares? Isn't that common in overseas colonies?
"Specializing in one organ to contain contamination?"
Shael put the "Scroll of God" away again. He thought of the ancient sun god who split off the dark angels, and the imaginary dragon who split off a second personality. These guys basically did the same thing, separating out an organ that was separate from the body and could be retrieved at crucial moments.
1 month 24 day.
Monday, 3 PM, Tarot session.
At the weekly tarot meeting, Shael arrived early this time and watched Mr. Fool sitting in his seat preparing.
Well, the "Fool's" true perspective in the gray fog space is somewhat limited.
He was above the gray fog, using the Source Castle for divination, which was the position of a god.
He stood above the gray fog, responding to the prayers of his followers, observing through the crimson stars—that too was a "true perspective."
But inside the gray fog space, without even activating his spiritual vision, what could he see? He couldn't see anything at all, he didn't even pay attention to the empty seat on his left, and he didn't even spare a glance for Xia Er.
Xia Er calculated the time, followed the crowd and enveloped herself in a deep red glow, then naturally appeared, slightly tilting her head and nodding to Miss Justice beside her, who returned a sweet smile.
A new member?
As Audrey responded to Chael, she noticed an unfamiliar figure in the empty seat next to Fors.
According to the rule of women on the left, men on the right, and deities in the center, this should be a lady. Mr. Angel was the only one who chose his own seat in the early days of the Tarot Society. As for Mr. World in the center... Audrey thought lightly to herself, perhaps Mr. World is not human.
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.
Audrey stood up and greeted the "Fool" sitting at the head of the table in a cheerful tone.
Faced with Miss Justice's delightful greeting, Klein smiled slightly and nodded gently in response.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man; good afternoon, Mr. Angel."
Audrey didn't sit down immediately. She glanced a few more times at the brown book placed next to the Fool. What was this book, which was placed next to the Blasphemy Card, that was on par with the Fool?
Suppressing her curiosity, she greeted the other members one by one, helping the newly joined Hermit quickly learn the code names of the group.
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