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After learning that Michaela had controlled Latan's soul and attempted to abolish Queen Marica and the Golden Tree, Gaius was also furious and wanted to kill Michaela himself.

But there was no way, he still had the mission of guarding here.

Then, Messermo led them to a Marica statue at the back door of Shadow City, and saw Messermo kneeling on one knee and slowly opening his arms.

"Mother..."

He called out like this.

The statue of Marica seemed to be summoned, slowly moving away, opening up a hidden road.

At the end of the road was a flower field and forest with gorgeous flowers in full bloom, and the petals were still holding dew drops that were about to fall.

A gentle breeze blew across the earth from time to time.

Tranquility and harmony are the main themes here, just like a pure land that has never been eroded by war. The air is no longer filled with the disgusting smell of burning, but the freshness of the forest.

After sending them here, Messermo went back.

But when he came here, the memory of the dream had gradually revived. Even without the guidance of Messermo, he could still find the witch village deep inside.

Volume 1: Chapter 161 Holy War

"Okay, I have followed the bread crumbs all the way here. Let me see what you want to tell me."

According to the dream, Su Feng came to the highest point of the witch village, under the dead tree where Marika prayed.

There, he really found a section of broken hair that Marika had cut off and discarded in the dream.

Even after so many years, this small section of broken hair has not weathered and turned into ashes, but is still soft.

It is like gilded gold, flowing slowly in the hand, swaying with the wind, with a strange soft glow.

It's like performing the prayer of the golden tree.

But he knows very well that this is not the golden law and the golden tree prayer, but the most simple, gentle, and original gold without any law.

"What are you going to tell me with this?"

Su Feng picked up the broken hair and looked around, and found that there was no change around.

The breeze was still blowing, and the gentle gold in the wind gently swayed the delicate flowers.

The dead tree was still there, without any new buds or branches. Like the unknown body in the tree hole, it had long been dead.

Everything was the same as in the dream.

If there was a difference, it was that he came with a Furu Sanx.

And the person kneeling in front of the tree had changed, from Marika to Melina.

She clasped her hands together and gently closed her eyes, just like Marika did at the beginning, as if praying, but she didn't say anything.

".... Thank you for bringing me back here." Melina suddenly said, "Since I received the mission from my mother at the foot of the golden tree, I have never imagined that I could come back here one day. Thank you so much."

"There is nothing to thank. I just followed the bread crumbs left by someone in my dream and followed here..."

Su Feng sat down on the grass, leaning against the dead tree and staring at the sky in a daze.

It took a lot of effort to get from the border to the Shadow Land, and then find this place from the Tomb Spirit Plain...

I originally thought that the [Eternal Queen] Marica, who had left traces everywhere in the entire Elden Ring but had never officially appeared, would tell me something.

But what was the result?

Nothing, except for the section of golden braided hair that was cut off.

"Since you are here, why don't you tell me something?"

"What to tell?" Melina looked at him with a little doubt.

"Just tell me... the identity of the corpse lying in the tree hole, and what is your past, little wood?" Su Feng retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at Melina, and smiled: "To be honest, I am quite curious about your past."

To be precise, after so many reincarnations, he didn't know everything about Melina.

Even for La Ni, La Ya and Millicent, he had a clear understanding, but he didn't have this girl who died for him several times.

He knew nothing except that she could burn trees, was a piece of wood, and was the daughter of Queen Marica.

".... I am Melina, not a piece of wood."

Melina complained slightly dissatisfiedly, lifted her robe and sat beside him, looking at the sky and listening to the wind.

".... My name is Melina, and the person in the tree hole is Queen Marica's grandmother and my great-grandmother..."

Melina whispered about her past, not caring that there was a Fujian Sanx here besides Su Feng.

Fujian Sanx stood there motionless with her hands folded like a maid.

It was as if she was afraid that her movements would disturb him.

And Melina also said a lot, not only about herself, but also about Messermo.

They were Marica's children, but their father was not the first king Ge Fulei, but only a stepson.

She herself didn't know who her biological father was and how he was born.

The only thing we know is that she was born differently from Messermo, and she has a special meaning different from other offspring.

Gradually, listening to Melina's story, Su Feng's eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Perhaps it was because the wind was too gentle, or perhaps it was because he had a beautiful woman by his side, so he leaned against the tree and slowly fell asleep.

Seeing Su Feng falling into deep sleep, Melina blinked, reached out to unbutton her robe, and covered Su Feng with the robe that was enough to cover his whole body.

And slowly laid him down, moved his head to her thighs, and gently stroked his hair.

There was a trace of tenderness that she had never seen before in her eyes.

".... Go to sleep, you are already very tired."

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Tick.

Tick.

Cold, shaking.

When Su Feng opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer under the dead tree in the witch village before, but inside a cave.

But to be precise, it was a prison.

The cold wind blew through the cave, mixed with bursts of wailing and sobbing from deeper inside.

The air was filled with a stench similar to corruption.

"Mom, it hurts so much...Mom, why do those bad guys beat us...Mom..."

"Be good, it won't hurt soon, be good..."

In the prison, a naked woman was holding her child and soothing him softly.

Although her voice was calm and gentle, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The skin that should have been white and smooth was now covered with scabs of varying sizes, as if it had been subjected to some kind of inhuman abuse.

Even the sobbing girl in her arms was the same.

In addition to them, there were other people in the prison.

They were imprisoned here like the women, and their bodies were also covered with new and old wounds.

Some of the wounds were still bleeding, and some of the wounds had festered and pus, lying on the ground dying.

The source of the stench of corruption came from them.

Blonde, female, inhuman abuse, and still in prison.....

Combining these points, Su Feng suddenly realized that he appeared in the dream again, and these people were all Marika's people - rare people.

Snap!

At this moment, the prison door was opened.

Several horn men with standard mixed horns came in and inspected the rare people as if they were selecting goods.

"Take her and her away."

The leading horn man quickly picked out the goods.

He chose the woman and her crying daughter.

"Bad guy, let me go, I want my mother! Mother!"

"Daughter! Let my daughter go!"

Heart-wrenching wails echoed in the prison. Other rare people raised their heads woodenly when they heard the sound. Their dull pupils stared at the mother and daughter dully and numbly, without any reaction.

There was no way they could react.

In the long torture, their spirits had already collapsed.

"Stop talking nonsense! Get out of here!"

Snap——

The horn man had no mercy at all. He took out the long whip he carried with him and swung it fiercely, making bursts of wind-breaking sounds, and fell mercilessly on the woman and the child. The two were immediately beaten to blood and flesh.

Under the intense pain and pulling, the mother and daughter were forcibly separated and taken away separately.

They were taken to a place lower than the prison, a place similar to a slaughterhouse.

The thick smell of blood was nauseating.

The hornmen were waving their deformed toothed soft whips to hit the rare people hanging on the rack. Although they could no longer make any sound, these guys had no intention of stopping.

They didn't stop until they were covered in blood and their flesh was torn.

Not far away, there were slaughter boards, and the mottled blood on them had dyed the original wooden boards dark red.

On the boards, people waiting to be slaughtered were tied up with iron chains.

"... No, no, if it's Hu, absolutely not..."

"I won't do it again, really not."

"I swear to God, I will be a good person."

"Please, spare me..."

Those 'sinners' begged for mercy, but no one paid any attention.

"Sinner, I hope you can be reborn and redeemed."

The words like a prayer echoed quietly.

There were naked guys wearing only loincloths, like useless people. There was no hair on their bodies. They all had bald heads and no eyebrows, as if they had been shaved off on purpose.

And they walked towards these so-called "sinners" with the same dismemberment kitchen knives as Anastasia, the Devourer of Fading.

They waved their knives expressionlessly, like skilled butchers who quickly decomposed the sinners on the chopping board into thin light red pieces of meat.

The overflowing blood once again stained the ground and the table. The light red pieces of meat were still trembling from time to time, and even the wailing and wailing from them could be vaguely heard.

It was as if the wronged souls of the dead were attached to them.

Not only that, the dismembered "sinners" were not only adults, but also many children.

After they were dismembered, they were sorted and laid out, and poured into cracked pots of different sizes.

Blood slowly overflowed from the cracks of the pots.

The older ones were poured into the larger pots, and the younger ones were poured into the smaller pots.

The cornermen supervised the work of these pot maintainers, and laughed and teased them from time to time-

"You sinners should roll into the pots obediently, so that you can be reborn as kind and good people."

Hearing this, Su Feng's brows were twisted into knots.

Although he had heard about these things before, he still couldn't help but grit his teeth after seeing them now.

Can a good person be born by chopping a person into pieces and putting them in a pot?