Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

366 All of Them

“You are in a hurry?” The Astral Council member repeated William’s words in confusion and mockery.

Although he didn’t know why the first person to rush here wasn’t Remides or the restless Oak Council in Holy Tree City, there was no doubt that the Stormer in front of him emitted an extremely obvious hostility.

On the other hand, being able to directly break through the external barrier and teleport into White Bone Castle meant that the other party’s attainments in magic weren’t low—at the very least, he was a powerful opponent.

Therefore, he continued, “Coincidentally, we’re also in a hurry…”

Before he could finish speaking, he felt his vision blur.

The person from before was clearly still standing in a corner of the hall, and the spell nexus of the Mage King Kingdom he controlled was constantly locking onto the other party’s ether domain. However, the other party only moved his lips slightly—he didn’t even feel the flow of mana… The next moment, the person appeared in front of him.

How did he do it? An instantaneous short-range teleportation spell?

But even so, it couldn’t be so fast. There wasn’t even the slightest flash of lightning that shattered space around him, giving him no chance to react.

“I already said…” Without giving the other party any time to be surprised, William grabbed his collar and lifted him off the Withering Throne. After quickly severing the connection between the other party and the spell nexus, William said with a deadpan expression, “I’m in a hurry. I’m not in the mood to play with you.”

William’s hand that was holding his collar emitted a faint green light. The large dose of Paralysis Touch made the Legendary Astral Council member faint.

After dealing with one person, William threw him aside and looked at the other person in the hall.

At this moment, the cloaked person stared at him and said, “It’s not a short-range teleportation spell, and the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped… You just stopped time and used Zero Entropy?”

Although his judgment was correct, William didn’t plan on answering the other party’s question. Instead, he activated the spell again.

Zero Entropy was originally a Divine Realm spell that consumed a lot of mana. Under the full augmentation of the Holy Spirit Disc, the channeling time could be compressed to less than a second.

In the time frozen domain where even the dust was still in midair, William strolled in front of the person and raised his hand to construct a simple spell.

In the state of Zero Entropy, although Creatons that weren’t restricted by causal time could flow, they couldn’t metamorphose and sink into reality to trigger a phenomenon. To put it simply, although he could cast spells in a time frozen state, spells could only take effect after the time freeze ended.

William first conjured a Storm incantation that had a knockback effect before the other party. He then maneuvered behind him and gauged the expanse the other party was poised to be propelled. Along the path, he positioned a few excitable fire glyphs.

In-game, this kind of combat method where time stopped before using displacement skills to send the opponent flying and trigger all kinds of trap-type spells tested the player’s grasp of the time to trigger and connect various skills. Coupled with the fact that Zero Entropy constantly consumed mana, only veteran players who endeavored to beat up a Boss in a fancy manner would deliberately practice such combat methods.

William happened to be such a veteran player… Moreover, without the restrictions of the operating interface, he could control the details of spells as if he was controlling his thoughts. This allowed him to operate with at least ten times the precision of the past.

After setting up the spell, William snapped his fingers and recited the lines ‘Time begins to flow’ in his heart as he dispelled Zero Entropy.

First, a deafening sonic boom sounded, and then a series of scorching firestorms rose like fireworks that had been ignited one by one at a fireworks festival. That person accurately triggered every fire glyph and did his best to withstand all the damage from the explosion when every fire glyph exploded at its most intense.

William didn’t look back at the explosion. He turned around and walked to the throne at the end of the hall. The Withering Throne that was directly connected to the World Tree should allow him to sense the will left behind by the Holy Tree Matriarch.

However, the sound of metal falling to the rock floor behind him made him stop halfway.

William turned his head and saw that the fellow who William had expected to be burned to ashes was slowly getting up, emitting green smoke.

No creature with a mortal body could survive such a series of fire glyphs.

Unless the other party wasn’t human.

“You are…”

William was stunned when he saw the other party’s appearance.

The person’s robe had long been burned to ashes. The skin, flesh, and blood under the robe were the same. They completely turned into powder and dissipated in midair.

Under the disguise of the robe, skin, and flesh, the other party completely revealed his true appearance.

It was a humanoid sculpture made of bronze. On the other party’s waist, there was a palm-sized clockwork spinning firmly.

Beneath the scorching of the flame glyphs, the other party’s figure was swathed in thawing blemishes and manifold uncanny and warped malformations. From the other party’s silhouette, William could discern whom the effigy was modeled after.

“Nehe?” William said in a deep voice.

Almost as soon as he said this name, the core of the World Tree that he had been carrying, the Origin of the Moon known as the Oak Heart, completely cracked.

After the Oak Heart cracked, a dark-green light burst out and shone on the bronze statue. Fresh flesh and skin instantly squirmed across the person’s body again.

…

At the same time, in the White Bone Castle’s conference hall in another timeline, Nehe, who had banished William back to the original timeline through the collision of the two Origin of the Moon, floated in.

Around his body, the Unborn Fetus and Ironstone Oath constantly floated and collapsed inch by inch.

Floral, who was sitting on the Withering Throne with her throat pierced, suddenly said in a hoarse voice, “I think I made it.”

Then, she turned her gaze to the other vigilant Floral standing under the throne and said, “We still need your body, so resistance is futile, Beatrice’s pawn.”

‘Floral,’ who was controlled by Silence, turned pale with fright when she heard this voice. She seemed to sense danger close at hand and completely disregarded her confident image of having victory in hand. She almost turned into an afterimage and charged towards the door of the hall.

However, flesh-colored vines instantly crawled all over the stone door of White Bone Castle’s conference hall, completely blocking the exit of the palace.

Looking at the other party’s incredulous gaze after turning around, she continued, “Furthermore, escaping is equally futile. I only want your body. Don’t force me to assimilate your Moon Realm essence.”

Silence, who was controlling Floral’s body, looked at the real Floral on the throne. She was hanging on to her last breath and looked like she would die on the spot at any moment, yet, she could suddenly speak. She couldn’t help but probe in shock, “So, are you Lady… Camilla? Or Floral herself?”

“I’m Camilla, Floral, and also Earth Mother.”

The person replied, “When I’m in the Moon Realm, I am Camilla. When I wield authority in Currere, I am Earth Mother. When my will echoes in the depths of the souls of the 40 million Forest Elves, I am Floral the Redeemer. And at this moment, I’m all of them.”

It was also at this moment that the sound of a series of gold coins colliding echoed in the hall. Countless gold coins and gems spun into a vortex that formed a humanoid.

“Demon General Greed, under the command of Wandering Salt Merchant Charlotte and temporarily employed by the Moon Realm Calamity, is here to fulfill a protection contract. Your Excellency Floral Kane, please accept my protection… Huh? Lady of Starvation Camilla?!”

As soon as the pot bellied fellow took shape, he removed the round hat on his head and planned on bowing. However, before he could bend down completely, the Demon General named Greed almost knelt down when he sensed the aura emitted by the other party.

The person the Calamity had instructed it to protect was the Lady of Starvation Camilla’s host?

So the Moon Realm Calamity has a sense of humor after more than a thousand years? He wants me to protect a Void Sovereign who’s preparing for a rebirth in Currere?