Original God's Dark Priest

God's Domain, the Courtyard, Light and Darkness, Life and Death...

Hearing these words again, Saphir felt familiar yet strange, as if she had had a long-lost dream. In fact, she always had a feeling in her heart that she would go back eventually, but she had been avoiding it.

Because... there are always some things that she can't let go of.

Time can make people let go of pain, but it cannot erase sins. Everything she experienced was never a nightmare. Facts have proved that some glamorous races deserve to die.

And Moros is not a good thing either.

She would not believe anyone in that world. This was the conclusion she came to after paying a painful lesson.

It seemed that Nicholas' words had aroused his anger, and Saphir showed no mercy when dealing with the incarnation of Wuliutuo.

The Netherworld Chains destroyed the three spiritual incarnations of Wuliutuo at the same time in an instant. The next second, endless darkness enveloped Wuliutuo's incarnation.

If Wuliutuo had consciousness, he should be able to feel that he seemed to have come to a huge dinner plate, and in front of him was a tall silhouette sitting at the dining table, which symbolized Saphir's consciousness.

This was complete suppression. Even Wuliutuo, who had caused Xumi a lot of trouble for the past five hundred years, had lost all room for struggle at this moment. He was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of Saphir.

When Wuliutuo's incarnation lost the ability to resist, Nicholas acted quickly and shot out spider webs that wrapped around it layer by layer. The spider webs became thicker and thicker, and Wuliutuo's incarnation also let out a shrill scream.

But after a while, it gradually lost its voice. Apparently, the paralyzing toxin attached to Nicholas's spider web had taken effect.

Pal could naturally see the trick, and asked in surprise: "Is this... poison? There is actually a poison that can do this? It can even paralyze the Death Domain Tumor that condenses the breath of death. What kind of toxin is this?"

"To be precise, it's not toxin, but 'poison'." Saphir was not surprised by this, after all, it was Nicholas's poison, "This has touched the law. You know, the top poison can even transcend matter and annihilate the soul."

Pal wiped his arm in fear: "It's unbelievable. I dare not even think about such a thing."

Saphir chuckled and shook his head without saying anything.

Just because Pal doesn't dare to think about it doesn't mean that no one can do it. In fact, Nicholas's poison is not the most terrifying and weird one. Saphir still remembers that she once met a woman who called herself the God of Poison. Her poison was really terrifying.

Breaking bones and tendons is nothing. That woman can even melt metal with poison. The key is that the poison is extracted from her blood. It's terrifying.

What's even more terrifying is that that person was once an ordinary human being, not a member of any race with special talents.

With a human body, he surpassed all the demon species and reached the top of the world in the use of poison. Even Saphir had to admire him.

With the cooperation of Saphir and Nicholas, Chenxi easily captured the incarnation of Wuliutuo. She took out her black sickle and looked at Saphir with a complicated expression: "This opportunity is rare, don't you really want to consider it?"

"I don't like sacrificing others for my own sake, even if that person is a slice of me. Start now, don't hesitate any longer." Safire turned around and stopped looking at her.

Seeing this, Chen Xi finally stopped hesitating, swung the sickle, and cut his chest directly.

Blood splattered, and the pitch-black Book of the Dead appeared, flipping rapidly, and soon stopped at a certain page, on which was engraved the image of Fushe.

"Cough..." The Book of the Dead was extradited, Chen Xi coughed up blood, and then tore off the contents of that page without hesitation.

The Book of the Dead, which was a part of her soul, suffered great damage. Tearing off the soul that had already been absorbed was as painful as tearing the soul apart.

Chenxi was shaking with pain.

Little Paimeng covered his eyes, not daring to look any further. Ying and Pal also frowned. Although they had prepared themselves mentally, they still couldn't help but feel their scalps tingling when they saw Chenxi's self-mutilation behavior.

Lan Muhu Kunda watched this scene quietly, forcibly suppressing the emotions in his heart, and felt a little reluctant: "Do you have to go to this extent? What is the purpose?"

"To... atonement... No, this is not atonement... because this is what I should do." Blood was oozing from the corners of Chen Xi's mouth, and the black energy in his hands was grabbing the power from Wuliutuo's incarnation to repair the Book of the Dead.

Saphir caught the soul of Fushe that was torn from the Book of the Dead, carefully put it away, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "Those who are scattered will surely gather and return; those who break the covenant will surely be punished.

Those who have lost their loved ones, those who have lost their treasures, and those who have suffered injustice will be compensated.

The oath of chopping off the peak will never fail!"

As she finished her words, Ying felt that her Chopping Blade suddenly became scorching hot, as if it had life, body temperature, heartbeat and pulse.

It is beating vigorously, like a newborn heart, powerful, surging and tireless.

Ying's breathing also became rapid, and she was once again moved by Liyue's spirit.

The oath to chop off the peak! This is the oath made by the Rock King Emperor, and it is also the path to practice.

Everyone knows that such a naive vow is almost impossible to achieve, but he still made such a vow. Is it just because of naivety?

Of course not, this is his determination and belief.

In fact, the Oath of Chopping Peaks has never been a simple promise, but a vision. It has never been a path that Emperor Geo wanted to follow, but the wish of all the people of Liyue.

They longed for such a beautiful future from the bottom of their hearts, so the Emperor heard it, and he swore an oath by chopping off a peak, made a vow to the people of Liyue, and established the spiritual core of Liyue that has been passed down to this day.

Yes, the Oath of Cutting Peaks is not a promise, but a spirit. It is the vision of the people of Liyue, and it is also the awakening of the immortals to protect Liyue.

At this moment, Safier and Chenxi truly had some of the shadows of the Liyue immortals. They disregarded their own safety, did not think about the future, and only wanted to bring back the former Yaksha Marshal for Liyue.

"In fact, she has always lived up to the title of immortal." Ying suddenly murmured.

Little Paimon looked at her with some confusion and asked with a puzzled look.

Ying rubbed the little girl's face, and then said: "Although, she is insidious, cunning, sometimes unreliable, and sometimes she deserves a beating.

But, she really loves Liyue, right? Otherwise, she wouldn't have to do such a thing, right? "

"I don't know. Paimon has no hometown, and I don't quite understand Safir's thoughts. In my opinion, this is probably just the hope that home will become better." Paimon scratched her head, trying to understand Safir's thoughts, but she couldn't empathize with him.

Ying nodded slightly. This is Saphir, this is Liyue, this is... the country that walks with the gods that has been passed down for thousands of years on this continent. The founder of this country, the mistress of all the fairies.

Even after going through multiple reincarnations, even if her personality has become different from what it was then, her heart that loves and protects Liyue will never change.

"She always said that resurrecting others can improve herself and make her stronger, and the resurrected people can also help her." Pal looked at the bloody Chenxi and Saphir who began to treat him, with a gentle smile on his face, "But she never thought that power comes from wishes.

Even if her ability did not come from the Eye of God, how could a person who did not have the ideal of saving the world and people in her heart obtain such ability?

She just said something bad but acted honestly. She was just afraid. She was afraid that others would no longer be afraid of her after knowing the truth. By then, many things would be difficult to handle. After all, it is difficult for good people to do things, and only bad people can do anything.

Moreover, as a person who was also resurrected, I am probably the one who can best understand this kind of feeling. How could this master-servant relationship without any binding power be the reason why those guys are so devoted to helping her…"

“Liyue… huh? I don’t know much about the past, but now I can be sure that Narasafiel’s position is not that narrow. Maybe before, her position was Liyue, but now I am sure that she stands on the side of all living beings.” Lan Muhu Kunda has his own opinions.

His statement was confirmed by Nicholas, who looked at Saphir who had already started to sing the hymn of rebirth calmly, and closed his eyes, as if he saw the distant past: "Yes, no matter when, she is always like this, her position, from that time on, is 'all living beings'.

That is why Lord Moros and she are so opposed. Even so, she has gained Lord Moros' respect. This cannot be achieved by force. It is the fear of the 'Taichu'. "

Wuliutuo's incarnation was absorbed into Chenxi's body to replace Fushe's soul and fill the gap created by the forced separation of Fushe.

As the power of death was absorbed, the wound on Chenxi's chest began to heal rapidly. Combined with Saphir's treatment, Chenxi was almost fully recovered.

After absorbing the Wuliutuo that had troubled Xumi for hundreds of years, Chenxi not only did not decline in strength, but turned a disaster into a blessing and became even stronger.

Feeling the terrifying energy suppressed in Chenxi's body, Nicholas was secretly shocked: "It's really scary. Even if it's just an avatar, it has faintly touched the realm of 'God'... You are really worthy of it, Lord Saphir."

Saphir's rebirth hymn was not only used to heal Chenxi, but also to heal the Sharan trees that were eroded by Wuluta, including Lanmuhukunda.

Lan Muhu Kunda soon felt a strong vitality bursting out from his body. With such power, he even felt that he could suppress the incarnation of Wuliutuo for another 500 years.

However, there is no need for him to sacrifice himself to suppress it now, because Wuliutuo has been dealt with.

Now there is no longer the breath of death here, but instead the vitality of new hymns.

The former Huan Nalan is finally returning to her original state.

Lan Muhu Kunda was very excited. This was his home. It was a great thing for him to be able to return to his hometown and watch it restore its original appearance bit by bit.

"Huan Na Lana is back. Lan Mu Hu Kunda, do you want to let the Lan Na Luos live here?" Pal asked softly when he noticed something strange about Lan Mu Hu Kunda.

Lanmuhu Kunda shook his head: "There is only one Huanalana, and that is Lanaluo's home. It is not that Lanaluo chose Huanalana as his hometown, but only Lanaluo's hometown is called Huanalana.

What we care about is not the past Huanalana or the present Huanalana. Lanaluo is a spirit from the dream and the rain forest, fighting with Wuliutuo for so many years. Now that Wuliutuo has been destroyed, I want to bring this news back to Huanalana and let them have a good rest. "

"In that case, let's go back and tell them the news, so that this Worry-Free Festival can come to a successful conclusion." Saphir had finished everything. She walked to Lan Muhu Kunda's side and said.

But Lan Muhu Kunda did not agree. He slowly walked towards the center of the field, every step firm and confident.

He was not fast, but his life was longer. In these few short steps, he once again reviewed his life as Lanaro.

When he walked to the center of the venue, a golden Saran tree slowly appeared, emitting a soft halo of light.

Stretching out his short little hands, Lanmuhu Kunda touched the golden Sharan tree in front of him.

"People are born with a mission, and so is Lanna Luo. We used to be carefree elves, living aimlessly in Huanna, watching every tree grow into a towering shape as the moon rises and sets.

I've seen so much and I'm tired of living like this.

The appearance of Wuliuta is a disaster, a test, and a responsibility. Lanaros do not know what "death" means, but are instinctively tired of it, so they continue to fight against our natural enemy in an attempt to bring a moment of peace to the rain forest.

Fortunately, we did it. From now on, everything will return to the way it was before. The Lannaros will still guard the rainforest and the moon, waiting to stand up again when we are needed next time.

But I am tired, Narasafiel, as you said, I am already a withered seed. You are right, Lanmorro is the young Lanarro, he should not end here.

And I am the seed that has ended, and look, this is the Saran tree I have grown into. I am proud of it.”

"Lanmu Hukunda..." Pal realized the other party's thoughts and stretched out her hand to stop him.

But Lanmu Hukunda just shook his head slightly with a peaceful smile on his face: "The good news should be brought back by the hero who solved the disaster, and the trees should stay where they should be.

King of the Thousand Trees, I am really happy that I can finally see a Worry-Free Festival. Those lively Lannaros are the answers given by us old guys. Are you satisfied?"

Pal wiped his eyes vigorously, forcing himself not to cry: "Not satisfied! Lanmuhukunda, I am not satisfied! You can still move, right? We have the power of dreams, we can move Huanna back here, so that all the sacrificed Lanna Luo will return, and you can too, right?"

"I'm sorry, King of a Thousand Trees, we still couldn't give you a satisfactory answer. But this is the best we can do." Lan Muhu Kunda said, his body emitting golden light particles and gradually merging into the Sharan tree.

His body completely collapsed, and the Saran tree seemed to be nourished and grew a little taller. A fruit grew out and hung on the branch, waiting to be picked.

"After all, the Worry-Free Festival would be incomplete without the Weiye Fruit. Fortunately, because Narasaphiel gave me a lot of vitality, I was able to condense such a fruit.

Take it back and tell the other Lannaras that Wuluta has disappeared and that they can truly live a worry-free life from now on. Let them celebrate together and face a better future together.

It's time for an old guy like me to quiet down."

"Lan Muhu Kunda..." Ying and Xiao Paimeng watched this scene with sadness in their eyes. They thought that everyone could be happy since Lan Moro's ending had been avoided. However, they did not realize that some sacrifices were always inevitable.

Saphir stared at the tall Saran tree for a long time before he slowly said, "Is this your choice? You really... leave no room for maneuver...

However, Lanmuhu Kunda, Pal lied to you in the end. She was very satisfied with the answer you submitted...really.

Goodbye, Ramhukunda, may you have sweet dreams in the past, in the Huanalana."