The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 461 Evidence of Murder and Feast of Killing

……

Angela showed a hint of nervousness.

She adjusted her breathing and said with some difficulty:
"This matter involves serious matters. I am afraid I can only publish it anonymously."

"If you want the news to spread more widely, it may take more time..."

Matthew waved his hand:

"It's ok."

"No matter what form you use, just pass the message on to me."

"I'll give you a fee - cash, or knowledge points?"

Angela's eyes widened immediately:

"Are you willing to pay with knowledge points?"

Matthew hummed softly.

Looking at the ecstatic Angela, Matthew couldn't help but feel that knowledge points were indeed more valuable than anything else for the middle and lower level Alliance mages.

present.

He took out his spell license and quickly transferred some knowledge points to it.

The method of transfer is anonymous.

Seeing the sudden increase in wealth on his magic license.

Angela's chest rose and fell more violently:

"Did you overpay?"

"With this amount of money, I can buy the entire alchemy workshop!"

Matthew smiled:
"very good."

"From now on, this alchemy workshop and both of you will belong to me."

Angela didn't object.

She just looked at Matthew cautiously:

"I don't know your name yet."

Matthew waved his hand indifferently:

"After this incident is over, you will know my identity."

"Don't worry, I was just joking with you. I don't mean to take your property."

"But during this period, all the resources in this workshop, including you and Myrtle, as well as your connections, must obey my orders. Do you understand?"

Angela nodded obediently:
"Understood!"

Matthew then read some intelligence documents and after chatting with Angela for a few words, he planned to leave.

Walking out of the workshop door.

He suddenly turned around and asked:
"By the way, what's that butcher shop that Myrtle mentioned earlier?"

Angela's cheeks flushed, but she still confessed honestly:
"For a while, there was a shortage of supplies in the city, especially meat."

"My alchemy workshop is on the verge of bankruptcy again. In order to alleviate this situation, I used some alchemy appropriately to transform a batch of meat and sold it cheaply to people in the city."

"So for a while, our alchemy workshop also sold some meat..."

It turns out it literally means selling meat.

Matthew found it funny.

But he also felt a little strange:
"Alchemy can't violate the principle of equal exchange?"

"How did you conjure meat out of thin air?"

Angela coughed:
"Yes."

"So I asked Myrtle to go to the sewers and catch a lot of rats..."

"After removing the bacteria and plague from them, I turned the rat meat into duck meat. In fact, after the transformation in the alchemical ritual field, it is truly clean duck meat, and it tastes pretty good..."

"As long as they don't know the specific origins, the wealthy merchants in the city who come to buy meat will still enjoy eating it..."

Angela made a pale defense.

Matthew was silent for a long time before he said softly:
"Don't do that next time."

Then he turned and left.

Angela watched Matthew go away, and after walking out of the door and turning a corner, a tall and graceful woman came to meet her.

She couldn't help but take one more look.

But he met those eyes as cold as an iceberg.

Angela couldn't help but shudder.

He quickly backed into the store.

"Myrtle, Myrtle!"

She yelled inside.

Until the girl reluctantly walked out of the laboratory holding an owl with bleeding eyes.

Angela said to her solemnly:

"It seems like we have hit upon an opportunity for development."

"The Alliance mage just now must be of a very special status!"

Myrtle put the owl down, sat on the chair, and propped her chin on one hand:
"Did you try to sell him our duck?"

Angela glared at her:
“Forget about all that duck meat you caught from the sewers!”

"I'm telling you serious business!"

"Now, inform your friends and try to spread the news..."

"My sister, there are not many opportunities in a person's life to meet a noble person who can easily change their destiny. The person who just left might be one of them!"

"We have to do what we are told to do!"

Myrtle rested her chin on her other hand:
"So as long as I can please that gentleman, I can continue my research on the dragon's hymen?"

Angela couldn't help but roll her eyes.

After a while.

She gritted her teeth and said:

"can."

……

noon.

Matthew and the mother of the black dragon, Aldessia, walked side by side on the streets of the City of Order.

This is the busiest commercial street in the city.

The road of truth.

Even though the number of people on the street was said to be slightly less than usual due to the recent mass murders of the descendants of the God of Murder, Matthew could still feel the crowds every time he crossed the street.

"This is much more prosperous than Rolling Stone City."

Matthew sighed softly.

The Avenue of Truth is extremely wide. The central section can accommodate eight carriages running side by side, and there are dedicated pedestrian paths on both sides.

not far away.

Each elemental life is doing its duty faithfully——

It's also interesting to say.

The elements born from the chaotic ether are naturally fond of order. Most elemental life forms will become supporters of the local stable order. This is most evident in the City of Order.

“Canning’s prosperity is well deserved.”

Aldessia responded softly:

"This is based on the fact that several nearby secondary planes are uninhabited except for the necessary operating population."

"I once had the honor of visiting a small town called Fengshou, where agriculture is well developed. It was originally a secondary plane with a large population. Now, apart from a group of professional farmers who have obtained licenses issued by the Truth Church, the rest of the population is only the Knights who reside in the town."

"They drove everyone to the main material world, leaving behind empty sub-planes. Different sub-planes were used to extract different resources, and human resources became one of the objects of exploitation.

After losing their land and being forced to move into the city, a large number of sub-plane residents can only work for the wealthy class in the city to make a living. They are free in name, but in reality they are not much different from slaves. "

“This is not exclusive to Canning.”

"In fact, I have observed that most of the well-developed northern cities are either natural transportation hubs, trading ports, or have a large amount of colonial-like land like Canning."

"If they don't squeeze something out of other places, it will be hard for the rulers to live a comfortable life."

"This is probably the law that cannot be escaped on this land."

Matthew nodded slightly.

Aldessia's wording was still subtle.

It's not just the north, the south is no different.
No matter where, exploitation and oppression always exist objectively, it’s just that the objects of oppression are different.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have found it hard to imagine that such an influential religious group was still active under the rule of the Seven Saints Alliance."

Along the way.

Matthew had already seen seven or eight members of the Truth Church wearing clothing explaining the Great Yuan Stele Method to people along the street.

There is absolutely no trace of mage rule here.

The flags of the Ingram family were erected or hung everywhere on the streets, and those who were active were members of the Truth Church.

Aldessia replied calmly:

“That’s not unusual either.”

"There are many city-states in the North. Many of them are not included in the Hundred Cities Plan. Similar religious groups are active there, but their influence is not as exaggerated as that of the Truth Church."

"The mages had no interest in directly ruling these small city-states, so they naturally ceded power to the mortals."

"And power cannot be left vacant for a long time. If the mages are unwilling to occupy it, naturally there will be others willing to take it. This is inevitable."

"Besides, I personally think that these religions are more like some kind of grassroots mutual aid organizations rather than a belief."

"There is a wide range of mutual support among the lower-level believers of the Truth Church. In life, there is always birth, aging, illness and death. It is inevitable that bad luck will come. Ordinary people, especially, sometimes need others to help them. Joining a group like the Truth Church can solve a large part of the problem."

"At least for now, the mutual assistance among grassroots believers still has more positive effects than negative ones."

"Do you think so many people in the city believe in truth and order? I don't think so. It's just that believing in this has more benefits than disadvantages for ordinary people..."

Matthew looked at her with interest:
"You seem to be very knowledgeable about this?"

Aldessia nodded without hesitation:

"The power of the extraordinary comes from top to bottom."

"And the power of mortal groups is from the bottom up."

"A long time ago, in the Sword of Thorns, when I was still an ordinary person, I participated in a similar grassroots group. However, everything changed after I gained the power of the Rootless River."

"Sometimes I miss those days in the past, when I was weak but also content and at ease."

Speaking of it.

She suddenly looked at Matthew with admiration:

“But life is good now.”

"To be honest, I never thought that there would be someone as bold as you, daring to bring the Ingram family through the streets like this..."

As she spoke, Aldessia couldn't help but look back at the two men in black robes and cloaks who were following closely behind them.

They were Headless Ingram and Hollow Leon.

She whispered:

"If the Ingram family finds out..."

Matthew smiled faintly:
"If they were wise, they would never admit it was Ingram Jr."

Aldessia was stunned for a moment.

He nodded immediately and said:
"You're right!"

While talking.

The two came to the end of the Avenue of Truth.

Continue eastward, and you will find the eastern city gate not far away. After leaving the city, head northeast and you will reach the fertile plains that have recently appeared in the north.

The sword of thorn blossom.

"You've been away from the Thorn Flower Sword for so long, I'm afraid your original territory and power have been occupied by others?"

Matthew suddenly asked.

Aldessia nodded hesitantly:

"That's most likely the case."

"Perhaps only my subordinates who are particularly loyal to me will guard a portion of my property."

Matthew nodded.

Subsequently.

He suddenly stuffed the staff emitting brilliant starlight into the hand of the Black Dragon Mother.

In the surprised eyes of Aldessia.

Matthew said solemnly:
"Now, go and take back what originally belonged to you."

Aldessia hesitated for only half a second before resolutely taking the staff!
She blinked and looked at Matthew with a look that seemed to reveal something.

"If this is your order, then I am willing to do it."

she says.

Matthew nodded:
"Go."

"Do you need me to send these two helpers to help you?"

He pointed at the duo behind him.

Aldessia shook her head:
"I alone am enough."

"Trust me, soon, the Sword of Thorn Blossom will be your territory."

There was irrepressible excitement in her words.

She raised the scepter, fluttered it around like a butterfly, and then waved it gently.

"Hey, no spellcasting allowed here!"

An earth elemental enforcer walked over angrily.

boom!
There was a loud bang.

The unfortunate law enforcer was blasted into pieces by a violent arcane energy.

And when the rest of the law enforcers arrived.

Only the afterimage of a portal remained at the scene.

Aldessia had long since disappeared.

Matthew even took little Ingram and Leon away from this dangerous place early.

The next few days.

Matthew lives in an inn called "The Cave".

There is an underground tavern behind the hotel, which is one of the most well-informed places in the entire city-state.

Matthew sat in the pub for several days.

Gradually.

He also had a good grasp of the rumors and intelligence in the city.

As time goes by.

Mass murder incidents have further expanded.

A new group of extraordinary people who claim to be "descendants of the God of Murder" have emerged.

These people committed one horrific tragedy after another in public.

The strange thing is.

It was obvious that the Elemental Law Enforcement Team had already rushed over to hunt them down as soon as possible.

But the perpetrators always managed to escape quietly.

This series of murders caused panic among the people in the city, and their trust in the officials of the City of Order and the elemental life forms also decreased a lot.

Some even doubt it.

These perpetrators are in cahoots with the Elemental Law Enforcement Team. Otherwise, how come the elemental creatures, who usually enforce the law so strictly, cannot catch these lunatics who kill people openly?

In order to quell public doubts and stabilize the sudden deterioration of public security.

Since yesterday.

The City of Order announced the re-imposition of a curfew.

This decree caused dissatisfaction among many people, but it was suppressed by the Butterfly City Lord.

The most urgent task is to catch the criminals. Even if we only catch one or two, it will be better than the current situation.

The curfew still has an effect.

Early this morning.

Matthew then learned a piece of information:
The Elemental Enforcement Team has captured the body of a murderer officially defined as a "berserker".

It is not difficult to tell from the traces of fighting left at the scene.

This berserker was killed by another berserker who also claimed to be the descendant of the God of Murder.

The berserker's death was tragic.

His eyes were gouged out, his intestines were pulled out, his chest was cut open, the tendons of his hands and feet were cut, and even his penis was cut off and stuffed into his mouth!

Matthew speculated.

In order to fulfill rituals related to the god of murder, these berserkers must kill at specific times, and the terror they create must be more exaggerated than the last.

The reason why there was infighting among them.

Maybe it's also related to the curfew -

Ordinary people can’t go out on the streets at night.

The two were probably in a hurry to complete the ritual, so they ended up killing each other.

soon.

The development of events confirmed Matthew's judgment.

There were several more incidents of infighting among the violent men that evening.

The elemental enforcers harvested more corpses.

But they still had no idea how to find the violent man who was still committing crimes.

Matthew, who was watching from the sidelines, learned some information by interpreting the ritual site:

Those violent people carry a special aura called "Evidence of Murder".

……

"Evidence of Murder: After you kill a person, all traces of your crime will be erased. Within a minute, you will be able to blend perfectly into the group of innocent people.

This aura cannot be broken by divination spells."

……

No wonder the elemental enforcers couldn't find the perpetrator.

Before the source of the halo was found.

Ordinary people in the entire City of Order will become part of the Berserkers’ feast!

Another day passed.

The third group of violent people appeared.

They poured into the streets, killed some ordinary people indiscriminately, and then left in a swagger.

The elemental enforcers still cannot tell their identities behind the scenes.

The whole city was shocked.

Many wealthy people fled the city.

They fled to Jiandong City in the east.

But for more civilians, the City of Order has become a sacred place that allows them to have a meal in this chaotic world. They have no ability to leave here, so they can only hide quietly at home and wait for a turning point.

But everything always seems to go against one's wishes.

The number of violent people increased dramatically, and large-scale random killings affected everyone.

The entire city was under a state of high martial law.

But the faint smell of blood still permeated the streets.

Just that afternoon.

Matthew came to Angela's alchemy workshop again.

He said to the worried Angela:
"Please help me pass on another message, quickly."

"The message is - tonight, in the old theater district, the holy relic of the God of Murder will appear on a carriage that will travel all night."

"And then."

"Help me get a carriage."

Angela is still very efficient.

soon.

Matthew finally got to sit in the luxurious carriage as he wished.

A Bing turned over and sat in the driver's seat, skillfully driving the horse forward.

Dusk.

The carriage stopped quietly near the former site of the Grand Theatre.

in the carriage.

Ma Zheng was resting his eyes.

He was waiting for night to fall.

at the same time.

His soul also quietly came to Paradise Lost.

Nowadays.

It’s a good day for Paradise Lost!

……

"Hint: Do you want to consume 300 points of founding energy to revive a god who was once a lost paradise?"

……

"Resurrection, my old Tai!"

Accompanied by Matthew's teasing call.

Paradise Lost Center.

The strongest soul spark instantly burst into brilliant light.

The incandescent to blinding brightness lasted for about seven or eight seconds.

Followed by.

A handsome elf boy walked out.

The elf boy's eyes were a little out of focus.

He looked around for a long time before he suddenly came to his senses and looked at Matthew:

"Am I dead?"

Matthew smiled and said:
"Not only did he not die, he also successfully became a god."

"See the ball of light over there? It contains the memories and information of everything that happened before. The red dot on the left side of the ball of light is the faith and call from the elves of the Emerald Cang Court. You should handle it slowly. After all, you have just been resurrected and your godhood has not yet recovered. If you are shocked by too much information, your brain will easily explode..."

"Even though it's okay to blow your head off in Paradise Lost, I can restore it for you, but it will still take some effort."

The elf boy followed Matthew's instructions and read the memories that the latter had extracted and stored in advance, as well as the beliefs and voices of the wood elves.

a long time.

He opened his eyes, and his gaze became sharp again:
"So that's it."

"It turned out to be a gift from the Calamity Mage, which helped us escape the greatest disaster..."

While talking.

His face aged rapidly, and turned into the elf-like old man Matthew had seen before.

"It seems that we overlooked Sturuk Industries. This was a fatal mistake."

Terraste couldn't help but sigh.

Matthew shook his head:

"It's not just Stuluk."

Terrast was slightly stunned, and then a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes:
"The divine mage's permission?"

Matthew nodded.

"It's really not that easy to become a god under the eyes of the divine mage. I almost lost everything..."

Terraste said with a complicated expression:

"But isn't the Scourge the founder of the Seven Sacred Alliance?"

"Why is she going against the Alliance?"

Matthew shrugged:

“It’s a complex issue.”

"Putting aside whether the Scourge Mage cares about the Seven Saints Alliance, the Alliance itself is actually just mechanically continuing the system and code of conduct left by the Scourge Mage."

"There are actually many differences within the Alliance regarding the interpretation of the Scourge Mage's true intentions and spirit."

"Even within the Divine Mage Sect, there are huge differences in the general direction between my teacher Isabel and the Scourge Mage's child Wuming."

"Back to the Scourge Mage, she is not necessarily helping us to fight against the Alliance. She is just out of some motive that we cannot understand yet..."

After hearing this, Terrast was silent for five seconds:
"So my resurrection was purely due to luck?"

Matthew patted his shoulder:

"Be more open."

"After all, in a sense, you were born because of luck."

Terrast took a deep breath:

"I understand."

"So what do we need to do now?"

Matthew said:
"Do what you're good at."

"The resurrection of Paradise Lost has unlimited potential, provided there is sufficient time for development."

"If we survive these five hundred years, we will be invincible - probably."

"At least a singularity cannon can't blow us up."

"But until then, we have to keep a low profile."

"You can have some contact with the elf believers of the Jade Palace, but you must keep it low-key and confidential."

"You can't continue to appear in this world as Terrast. You can use the God of Elves, or some other identity. Just don't draw the attention of the divine mages..."

After listening to Matthew's nagging instructions.

Terraste nodded slowly.

next second.

A green bamboo sword suddenly appeared in his hand:
"I have a feeling."

"My strength is slowly returning. Once I combine these powers with the godhood bestowed upon me by Paradise Lost, I should have a chance to fight against the Divine Mage."

"Even if it was that last shot..."

"I can also stop him with my sword."

Matthew's eyes lit up when he heard this:
"really?"

Terrast nodded confidently:

"it is true."

Matthew asked again:

"How long will it take you to recover?"

Terraste hesitated and said:
"I don't know."

"I'm still very weak now, and it may take more time for me to regain those strengths."

"But it shouldn't be more than ten years..."

Matthew scratched his head and suddenly threw the shovel in his hand over:

"or."

"Please help me plant trees first."

……

Terraste's resurrection not only means that there is one more powerful worker working 24 hours a day in Paradise Lost.

It also marks that Matthew's control over this artifact has been further improved.

In the carriage.

Matthew opened his eyes and a thought occurred to him.

Followed by.

A huge piece of cosmic bedrock flashed in his hand!

"I can now summon cosmic bedrock the size of a brick. This is a huge improvement."

Matthew was slightly excited.

Given enough time, even summoning the entire bedrock of the universe wouldn't be a problem!

Moreover, this summoning method was extremely fast, and almost instantly a super-solid, heavy stone appeared in front of the enemy's face.

Anyone with slightly poorer physical fitness or slower reaction may be smashed into a pulp by Matthew!
Combined with his flash and dash abilities.

Matthew seems to have acquired assassination skills with a high threat index.

"it's dark?"

He opened the curtains and found three headless bodies lying on the ground outside.

These corpses exude a faint divine aura.

Matthew's perception is sharp.

That is the smell of the god of murder!
Matthew looked at the soldier sitting in the driver's seat with an innocent look on his face.

"When did you start?"

"Why are you so harsh?"

"Where are their heads?"

A Bing thought about it:
"today."

"The head fell to the side, do you want me to pick it up?"

"no need!"

Matthew simply lowered the curtains and then ordered:
"Just focus on driving the car tonight. I know you are a sage with two swords. Killing these moral scums will be beneficial, but you have to hold back."

"I finally caught a fish."

"Don't scare the fish away so easily..."

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
The carriage began to run merrily around the main road of the old theater district.

Halfway through.

The wind brought Ah Bing's doubtful voice:

"Where are the fish?"

Matthew closed his eyes.

In perception.

Scarlet dots of light suddenly appeared in the pitch-black surroundings.

Those spots of light carry a faint divine aura.

The speed of movement is surprisingly fast.

They were galloping towards the direction of the carriage.