Chapter 25 Vision
In the vision, the druid saw countless golden lines falling from the sky, connecting to everyone.
That was the line of fate. Legend has it that the other end of the line was in the hands of the god of death and the god of fate.
The druid did not pay attention to the other lines, but stared at the line connected to the holy emblem and the dove.
Suddenly, he felt his vision sink, as if he had plunged into cold water.
His vision flew up along the unique line of fate, as if he had flown out of the woods in an instant, flew high into the sky, and even the curved horizon in the distance could be seen, until he flew out of the entire planet.
He saw the stars twinkling in the dark void, but the unique line of fate showed an unparalleled sense of existence that could not be ignored.
The druid took a deep breath, and he reached out and moved the line of fate.
This time, the line of fate took him quickly through the stars, and huge planets appeared and disappeared as if riding on his vision. Until the planet shrank into a ball behind him, and then turned into a galaxy that was too big for the eyes to fit.
At this time, he plunged into the chaotic nebula under the traction of the thread of fate, and the light fog of constantly changing colors flashed quickly in front of his eyes.
He knew that this was the wall of the world, the sea of phlogiston.
In the changing light fog, he saw towering mountains and waterfalls, and the cry of cranes seemed to be right beside his ears. But the next second, he saw the spaceship that could sail in the void shooting out colorful beams, and countless people disappeared in the void.
His head was about to explode, and all the images that he understood and could not understand were flashing in the light fog.
When he came to his senses, he saw countless crackling lightning bursting towards the depths of chaos, as if there was some pattern, but this was beyond the druid's understanding.
The golden thread of fate was right beside him. The druid knew that the Demon King God was at the other end of the line, and he was only one step away from the truth.
Even though the scene he just saw was enough to destroy the Druid's worldview and made him realize that this god was definitely not an existence that could be easily peeped at, for the sake of the forest and the tribe, the Druid could not retreat!
He put his hand on the golden thread of fate again, and in an instant, his vision plunged into the depths of chaos.
In the hazy lightning and endless chaos, he seemed to see a pair of slightly glowing eyes and heard the crisp sound of "click, click".
The sound was deafening, and every blow hit his heart, and his brain went blank.
The Druid knelt down unconsciously, even though the eyes didn't look at him at all. But just like an ant noticing that there was a terrifying and huge creature like an elephant around him, the worldview was torn to pieces in an instant, and reason screamed.
What was that sound?
Weapon?
Some kind of machine?
Or a toy?
The Druid suddenly had an epiphany. For this god, whether it was mortals or other gods, or even the whole world, they were just toys in his hands.
God doesn't play games, unless the game is created by him.
The druid regretted it. He prayed that the memory in his head would disappear. He shouldn't have seen such a terrible picture, and he shouldn't have delved into the truth of the world.
When his consciousness was almost destroyed, the druid noticed that the pair of eyes glowing in the chaos turned in his direction...
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The tree elves present didn't dare to breathe, staring at the druid with bated breath. He was like a wooden man, motionless, and maintained the posture of reaching out to touch the holy emblem for more than ten seconds.
When using the innate ability of vision, although the user feels that a long time has passed, it is actually just a moment. Such a long vision has never appeared before.
Just as everyone was considering whether to push the druid to wake him up, the druid fell to the ground with a bang.
He trembled all over, as if every inch of his flesh and blood was trembling, and sweat soon wet his fur, and his eyes were full of fear as if they had no focus.
No matter how others called his name, the druid did not respond until the elder tree elf took out a bottle of ointment from the cabinet behind him and applied it on the druid's temple and forehead. He seemed to slowly come back to his senses.
His body was still shaking. The druid looked around and confirmed that he was really back. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"This god... No, this demon god is more powerful than any god I have ever seen. I can't describe him in words, but I know that if he wants to destroy the Farthest Forest, it's as easy as pinching a small insect to death."
"What did you see?"
"Many, many pictures that I can't understand."
The druid covered his head:
"But I seem to have forgotten the most important thing. He is too great. My brain instinctively deleted that memory."
The tree elves looked at each other. This kind of thing has never happened before.
There is indeed a great risk in looking directly at the gods, but it will not make the brain instinctively forget. The druid must have seen an extremely terrifying picture that mortals cannot understand.
"But I am sure of one thing, the Demon King is still very powerful, more powerful than any other god, and time has not erased his power."
It is good news to be able to confirm this, but whether to ask the Demon King for help and whether he is willing to help is another question.
Everyone was about to discuss it again when they saw the druid who had returned to his seat cooing with the pigeon named Xiaobai again, as if they had said a few words.
Then the druid said to the others with an expression of disbelief:
"This pigeon just told me that the voice of the Demon God is echoing in its heart, and it hopes to convey the words of the Demon God through it."
"What!"
"Why is it paying attention to us!"
"It was brought by the pigeon! It is a believer of the Demon God!"
I was still hesitating whether to ask the Demon God for help, but it turned out that everyone saw it.
"Silence!"
The elder of the tree elf knocked on the table again to quiet down the panicked others.
At the critical moment, the old man who had seen the storm was still reliable. The elder of the tree elf said:
"Since we have been paid attention to, we may have no choice."
The power of the Plague Goddess has already given them a headache. If they offend the Demon God at this time and make Him unhappy, then it will be a mountain of swords and a sea of fire.
In this case, it is better to just grit their teeth and go for it.
"Please tell the Demon King that as long as the forest can last and the tree elves can continue to prosper, we are willing to pay any price."
The druid was about to relay the message when he heard the pigeon cooing again.
One man and one pigeon cooed, and after a moment, the druid said:
"The Demon King said that if he wants to know what happened, let's talk about it, and there is no need to coo to the pigeon, he can see it."
"...."
So you don't even know what happened, right!
Are you too nosy, Demon King?
We were almost scared to death!
A series of complaints echoed in the tree elves' hearts, but they didn't dare to say it...
