Emerald Dream

"Great Emerald Lord, grant us endless borders!"

"Great Emerald Lord, grant us strong bodies!"

"Great Emerald Lord, grant us fearless courage!"

In that pilgrimage, which was almost as long as sleep, it seemed that all the wishes of the lizardman priests were granted.

Though sunk forever into the swamp with the temple, they also seemed to have gained the great vision of the Emerald Lord, the great divine power that could not be named, that allowed them to remain in the air looking down on the swamp that they loved, penetrating the earth.

They see that the swamp is spreading out endlessly and rapidly, encroaching on the Outlands.

They saw that their pack was growing and warriors were emerging.

It wasn't long before the entire continent was subjugated to their corrupting underbelly, and all those wicked humans of yesteryear became slaves, building all sorts of majestic palaces for them.

The lizardmen rebuilt the Emerald Temple, the stairway to the sky spreads from the depths of the corrupted swamp to the inaccessible clouds, and their sacrificed priests and warriors were all restored by the clansmen into all kinds of heroic statues, towering at the ends of the stairway to the sky, looking down on every pilgrim.

Until that is, they suddenly wake up from their dream.

There was no more of that vast territory in his eyes, nor that majestic swamp kingdom; the only thing in the cold reality was their thoroughly decayed bodies, and the bronze door that had long since stopped responding.

A young girl with a gray bone sword on her back broke their connection to the Emerald Lord.

...

"Well, I guess even her old man wouldn't dare be cut by her..."

Standing on the platform, Eleazar sighed.

The king's daughter chopped and sliced her way through patches of revived dragonized lizardmen seven times.

Although she was still just a tiny second-rank swordsman, she was now wielding a terrifying legendary weapon, and even with her very moderate sword skills, she carried extraordinarily amazing killing power between her hand and foot swings.

Corrosion is a more powerful characteristic than armor-breaking, this kind of weapon cuts a bit, and even if you don't die on the spot, you will be madly spreading toxicity around destroying the torso, bit by bit, extracting the life, the pain is incomparable.

As for those dragonized lizardmen below, they didn't even wait until they were poisoned to death, and their bodies were dismembered by the corrosive properties on the spot, and as a 3rd-order fae, they couldn't even block a single blow.

Evelea gave him a disgruntled tug.

"You built that awesome weapon for people, what about us!"

Fina clasped her hands absently, her eyes looking down, her demeanor seemingly calm, but Eleazar, who knew her well, knew that she was disgruntled by now.

"Both... Both..."

Eleazar grabbed a moment to recover his aura, then took out the three scales that contained the rebirth trait.

He took out his magic guidebook and flipped to the page in the props section.

"Well, what more material does the Rebirth Cross need..."

[Rebirth Characterization Material, Sacred Energy...]

After a long time, carving the scales into place, Eleazar took out the holy crystal that still had 6 parts of sacred energy left, and without a moment's hesitation imbued it with holy light.

A hazy glow roamed the lab, the grimness all but dispersed, and the two evil women were driven out.

Keeping a spare for himself, Eleazar walks out with the two rebirth badges.

But those two Evil Sequencers... Unworthy of even touching such a sacred item, tried to take the fine insignia, but black smoke rose from their palms just as they approached.

The witch crossed her waist and said angrily, "We can't use this at all, if we want to activate the effect of the badge, we have to be roasted by the holy light to get the spirit again, oooh... It hurts too much, I don't want it!"

Eleazar returned to the lab and carved two wooden boxes to contain the badges before handing them to them.

"Be good, don't rely too much on Rebirth..."

Eleazar looked at the two and said solemnly, "I suddenly realized that all of our reanimation abilities will take a bit of time to slowly materialize, and if we run into one of those death-reaping Death Sequencers, we might die..."

Fina opened the box and glanced at it, instantly blinded by the hazy glow, after closing it, she wiped her eyes and added:

"It's not just the Reaper Pathway, but all sequences related to the soul are the nemesis of the Rebirth ability..."

Fina said, glancing absently at the witch.

In the first place, if this person hadn't still been useful, she would have extracted the soul of the witch who was still in the process of being reborn and crafted it into a superior soul crystal.

Hearing that there were so many other transcendent abilities endangering her little life, Evelea then took the holy light items and stored them close to her.

Then she wasn't satisfied with sticking over and shaking Witcher's arm.

"I want awesome gear too!!!"

"Where else would I have that ingredient..."

Eleazar grumbled darkly, the dragon spine was the one that happened to have the shape and function of a weapon that he could take to the chopping block if he worked on it, but it wasn't like he knew how to forge all that other material. "I've got all my stuff in there, see for yourself what you can turn into your toys..."

Fina glanced at the exuberant figure.

"A little moderation, don't you go too far!"

"What's wrong with spending some material for me!!!"

Evelea instantly whipped her head around and yelled at her.

Eleazar hastily stepped between the two, calming the warlock whose forehead was already bruised.

"Well, well, well, what kind of nature is she, having been on the run together for so long, don't you know..."

The two had been fighting for a long time, leaving him deeply frustrated.

Fina clasped her hands in exasperation, "That guy is still reliable when you're not around, but she's an idiot when you come back."

Eleazar calms her down nicely for a moment before being called in by the witch again.

"I want this!!!"

The witch pointed at the already bald snake-haired banshee's head.

High-level traits: charm, petrify...

Eleazar looked at her a little oddly at once.

This guy is still thinking about that Enhanced Charming Technique.

Hasn't she ever considered being chased by a woman?

Seeing that she was so nostalgic, Eleazar had to do his best to fulfill that request.

Unfortunately, the snake-haired banshee head ended up just being made into a high-grade prop, and although it came with a slight seductive effect, it should have fallen short of her mental predictions.

Evelea looked at the half-snake demon mask with some regret.

Completely drained of spirituality, Eleazar covered his head for a long time.

It wasn't until he was reminded by the cursed armor that it was time to eat that he reacted to the fact that another day had passed.

Consuming another serving of Holy Light, Eleazar steps out of the space boundary.

On the platform, an extraordinarily warm bonfire burned quietly, the color of deep purple soul fire, fueled by the corpse of a draconian captured from who knows where.

Fina, curled up on a blanket against the soul campfire, seems to be asleep, while the other is running off somewhere.

Eleazar turns his head and looks around for a moment, finally returning to the passageway before seeing Evelea in the distance, sullenly kicking at the stones on the ground.

"What's wrong?"

He ran over to the man and held him in his arms.

An aggrieved facelifted from his arms, "I don't want you to go back."

Eleazar smiled bitterly, and could only be assured, "I'll soon find a way to lift the sealing object, and when I do, I'll bring a friend to join you..."

"Whoops!"

Evelea looked up with sudden alarm.

"Don't talk, kiss me!"

Witcher suddenly became overbearing as the witch struggled in vain.

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...

"Master, I've completed my mission..."

The Queen's daughter, who had been on the march all day, returned to report on the battle.

She watched the activity of the two men in front of her in disbelief, and lowered her head, mouthing the words:

"All Draconians... All... Cleared..."

The witch looked back with hazel eyes.

"Oh, you're back, what reward do you want this time?"

Phyllis lowered her head and stammered until she was suddenly whipped by the witch, only to run away screaming as the shapeshifting shackles in her armor began to wriggle violently again, the sound of bells ringing through the passageway.

The witch, who had long ago become too tired to stand, summoned a human-padded table, which she sat on comfortably, picking at her ankles.

"Honey, let's get on with it."

The passage was filled with the sound of a ringing bell.

It only lasted for a moment before Eleazar felt a warm drenching on his calves.

Looking at the already dying witch, he silently had to sink his body lower.

There was a different muffled grunt, and Phyllis rolled the pupils of her eyes straight up, her mouth wide open.

In a drip of blood, she murmured words that she didn't know if they were tears of joy or sorrow.

"Enter... Get in..."