Capítulo 904: Chapter 451: Kin, Return
The pile of fire attribute magic crystals soared into the air, forming a crimson crystal stone torrent, crashing into the tall white fog wall.
Ronan watched as the fog wall quickly receded, and the entire mist space expanded rapidly.
Through years of continuous expansion, the mist space now covered an area of several dozen hectares.
Now, with Ronan’s generous infusion of magic crystals, this space was growing rapidly.
In a short ti, it had grown more than ten tis its original size.
Once the fire attribute magic crystals harvested from the Realm of Departing Fire were all exhausted, what lay before Ronan was an unimaginably vast black plain.
Ariety stared blankly at this wide new land, her mouth agape, utterly stunned.
Who would have thought that her initial wish was just for a small room of her own, where she could help Ronan keep it spotless every day.
Later, she beca “greedy,” hoping to manage a small garden, growing all kinds of beautiful flowers and plants; after all, she had quite a talent for becoming a competent gardener.
But now.
Heavens, Ariety couldn’t imagine how vast this plain was; even if she flapped her wings till she was exhausted and fell, she wouldn’t be able to fly to the other end.
After all, she was just a small natural elf, born from the dust in the cracks of bookshelves.
Dudor the Third, however, was quite pleased with the expansion of this new land, as it ant he had more space to frolic. He transford into a gray shadow, running freely across the black plain.
“This place should be able to support thousands of people.”
The fertile black plains could be used for grazing and farming… scatter so grass seeds, and under the abundant energy from the Holy Blood Tree and the mist space, it could beco a dense forest in just a few years.
If the plain feels too monotonous, earth magic can artificially create hills and mountains, and water magic can summon rivers and lakes…
Of course, these tasks can be left to the elental life forms in the elent pool, so Ronan doesn’t have to do it himself.
“The energy accumulated in the elent pool is nearly full, perfect for continuing to expand the space over ti…”
Ronan believed that the mixed-blood hybrids of barbarians and elves under Iris weren’t inherently fond of the harsh, cold environnt of the Far North; at least the majority should not refuse such a verdant new holand.
“If all goes well, the matter of the Holy Blood Family will be resolved.”
If he hadn’t planned to use Iris to assimilate these thousands of barbarian-elf tribes as the Holy Blood Tree’s family, Ronan wouldn’t have been so cautious, fearing to harm Iris; he would have long used violent ans to directly extract the faith armor from the opponent’s body for study.
Having done all this, Ronan turned around and saw the newly cultivated soil surging underfoot, with the roots of the Holy Blood Tree stretching luxuriously.
In the distance, the glimring Holy Blood Tree was striving to grow towards the sky and the depths of the earth.
Beneath its crown appeared to be a “fruit,” a large cocoon ford by countless crimson tendrils intertwining.
Vanessa and Benny stood side by side under the tree, looking up at the wriggling cocoon with entranced expressions.
Ronan approached, and Vanessa turned her head to him, leaning in affectionately.
“Can we stay here thereafter?”
Ronan stroked her long hair, similar to his from earlier days, softly saying, “Benny will teach you ditation.”
Vanessa nodded obediently.
Benny showed no reaction to their conversation, continuously focused on the tendril cocoon above, his hands swiftly taking notes.
At that mont, accompanied by the rustling of Holy Blood Tree leaves, the cocoon before them suddenly opened, and a slim figure fell out from inside.
Iris lay spread-eagled on the ground, completely naked, with a slightly dazed look as if awakening from a deep dream.
Ronan casually grabbed a robe and tossed it over him, causing Iris to shiver and quickly get up from the ground.
“How do you feel?”
“Very… well.”
Iris touched his cheek, nodding with a complex expression.
Even if he didn’t say it, Ronan could tell from Iris’s condition that he was in good shape.
The Holy Blood Tree had conducted a preliminary bloodline purification on Iris, perhaps randomly selecting the dwarf bloodline within him, making Iris appear much stronger, and his previously gray, withered body seed revitalized.
Ronan noticed a complex, tiny light red Holy Tree mark forming at Iris’s brow—he had beco a mber of the Holy Blood Family.
“The god you ntioned…”
Iris suddenly pointed to the Holy Blood Tree beside him, hesitantly asking, “Is it this?”
“Of course.”
Ronan nodded, reaching out to gently stroke the Holy Blood Tree’s trunk, which was soft and smooth like skin, and whispered, “Or did you think it was ?
It fits the characteristics a god should have far better, don’t you think? Mysterious, vast, silent.
And it does indeed have powers akin to a god, which you have already felt.
Iris, you are still the King of Barbarian Spirits, you still lead them, and from now on, you are its envoy.
If they believe in it… naturally, they will also believe in you.”
Iris said nothing, staring at the Holy Blood Tree before him, his eyes flickering, as if savoring Ronan’s words.
Ronan wasn’t concerned about what Iris thought in his heart; the mark of the Holy Blood Family had already been planted within Iris, leaving him with no choice but to gradually accept it.
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