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Chapter 1438 Shadow Tree
Chapter 1438 Shadow Tree
"...In other words, the endless curtain wrapped around the Shadow Tree was created by Queen Marika?"
Heather looked up at the magnificent and beautiful Shadow Tree and exclaimed:
"What a waste of resources."
Even though it no longer grew straight, even though it was twisted and charred and looked ugly compared to its sister, the golden tree, the shadow tree still exuded a beauty that belonged only to Heather.
The eldest nephew said, "I was also shocked. I didn't expect the Shadow Tree to really exist. The era when the Golden Tree dripped grace was fleeting, and the legendary grace only remained in some corners of the border. Now I finally understand why the era of grace dripping disappeared so quickly, because the Shadow Tree is the real source of dripping grace."
In the far distance, there were faint golden dew drops falling from the treetops of the shadowy trees, forming a dazzling golden waterfall.
But both Heather and the nephew knew that it was just an illusory shadow. The real Shadow Tree had collapsed, and the Dew of Grace no longer flowed. The vision of the golden dew waterfall might be the Shadow Tree's beautiful remnant of its glorious past.
"What are those things covering the shadow trees and shadow lands?" Heather pointed to the endless curtain covering the sky.
"Queen Mallika's mimicry veil, an oversized version."
Monger gestured with his hands:
"The prototype is believed to be a delicate, light brown veil, also known as 'Malika's Playful Heart'.
Its original function was to disguise itself into various forms to smuggle itself under other people's noses. I heard that the loser Greg relied on this thing to disguise himself as a woman and blend in with the female group to escape from the royal city of Rodel.
I didn't expect that she could create such a huge mimicry veil and use it to isolate the entire Shadow Land from the Border Land... What a crazy woman."
"Watch your words, she's your mother."
"My mother is now only the Invisible Mother. As for Queen Marika, I no longer consider her as our mother when she abandoned my brother and me...Oh, great mother, thank you for your comfort and consolation."
As he spoke, Monger heaped praise on the empty place.
While the two were talking, the Golden Needle Knight's radar had already quietly disappeared, but Heather and Munger didn't care. A mere small Golden Needle Knight was not worth the special attention of the Selectors and the Blood King.
"Selector, you killed an old man who was one of my top experts, and forced me, the dignified Blood King, to risk my life to explore this Shadow Land. How do you think we should settle this account?"
Monger looked unhappy, although his horns and ferocious fangs made his expression less prominent.
Heather glanced at him. "What do you want in compensation?"
"You have to help me find An Pah. He is my right-hand man, and the Blood Dynasty cannot do without him."
Monger's true colors were revealed. He really didn't have the confidence to fight Michaela again. His half-brother was too terrifying and had left a deep psychological trauma on Monger.
"Yes, but I think your loyal Knight Ampah would rather see his master come and welcome him home. Let me help you get a compensation."
Heather raised her right hand, opened and closed her five fingers, repeated this several times, and then clenched them into a fist, her knuckles making a crackling sound.
"What do you want to do?" Monger took two steps back vigilantly, and then saw Heather's fist coming towards him hard.
Monger's eyes went dark, and when he regained consciousness he found himself lying on the ground. In the distance, Heather was standing on the top of the hill, observing the shadow tree with a strange 'one-handed telescope' posture.
As soon as he sat up, Monger felt something was very wrong. He felt as if his whole body had become unfamiliar. How light and brisk was this?
When he raised his hands, he found that his originally deformed hands had become as smooth and symmetrical as those of normal humans. He quickly touched his face, and wherever he touched, he felt soft and smooth skin, and he couldn't touch the horns that disgusted him so much.
Mengge was stunned for a long time, then he hurriedly climbed up and found a puddle not far away. Through the water, he saw his current appearance.
This was a handsome human male face, with long curly light blond hair draped over his shoulders, and he looked to be about thirty years old. His body was similar to Monger's original tall stature, which was natural because all demigods were of the same tall stature. Not only did all the horns disappear, but even the left eye that had been blinded by the horns had returned to normal.
"I didn't expect you to look quite like Latarn. Apparently that's why Michaela was willing to use her charm ability to bewitch you."
Heather turned around and looked Monger up and down:
"I did a little experiment on you, don't mind. Judging from the results, the experiment was very successful.
The horns of the Son of Omen are actually the embodiment of the power of the ancient life furnace. I destroyed the connection with the part of the 'horns' that existed deep in your blood, and at the same time made your ancient life furnace power have a dream, thinking that the blood inherited from Queen Marika and First King Gelfrey was the main body. In this way, you can recover to the appearance you should have.
And you don't have to worry about not being able to communicate with your cheap mother, because the cursed blood still exists in your body and you can still exert the power of blood flame.
Oh, by the way, I also repaired your left eye, you're welcome."
Upon hearing this, Monger tried to stretch out his hand, and a familiar blood flame immediately appeared on the palm of his hand.
Not only that, he could also hear the call of the great mother, which made him feel at peace and immediately aroused a long-lost feeling of gratitude.
"It seems that you need me to help you with something troublesome." He stood up, looking more energetic than ever before.
"I need you to explore the Shadowlands with King Arthur and find all the fragments of the Shadow Tree that you can."
Heather looked toward the shadow tree in the distance.
"My private garden is still lacking an elegant and beautiful tree. This tree is very much my cup of tea, but it just needs some repair."
"As long as you don't confront Michaela head-on, I am willing to collect all the fragments of the Shadow Tree for you, even if it means causing a big commotion in this strange world."
Monger agreed without hesitation, and then asked hesitantly, "Is your operation unrepeatable?"
"You want to give your brother Mungert the same treatment? Forget it. He no longer has any complaints about his horns. He is only loyal to the Golden Tree. My knights have already invaded the royal city. Mungert is busy dealing with the two of them. I guess he has no time to keep his appointment for a plastic surgery."
Mung was not surprised when he was rejected. His brother was indeed stubborn. Even without any response or expectation, he still served the Golden Lineage loyally.
At this time, King Arthur had appeared beside Heather. His tall and mighty kingly demeanor made the reborn Munger feel ashamed.
"Leave it to you." Heather whispered to King Arthur, who nodded slightly: "Leave it to me, I will not let you down."
Heather was still very confident in King Arthur's military power.
Even without Nanashi's observation ability, Heather could still vaguely sense the strange power of the Shadow Tree from the illusion of drops of grace dripping from it. Heather was determined to get this tree.
Now, he had other things to do.
(End of this chapter)