The ground trembled, chasing after a deafening noise. It was so strong that the other battlefield on the far end could feel its impact despite being hundreds of miles away. Goldy felt its heart sink. It couldnt stop the ice fruit Botanian in its arms from growing cold no matter how much power it was feeding its body. Its efforts were futile; Fehrann remained lifeless as the battle continued around them.
Fehrann The sunflower high priest was the most powerful and respected figure in Botania after the World Tree. It looked like a shell of its own, sophisticated mannerism and appearance nowhere to be seen. Fehranns expression was unchangingly stony and soon tears began to escape Goldys eyes. Regret clawed at its heart. It shouldve confessed to Fehrann after years of carrying a torch for the ice fruit but all it could do now was to cry like a pathetic child at its loss.
Goldy had felt a familiar presence when the earlier explosion took place. It quickly realised that Arnold, the bright prodigy of their holand, had opted for self-destruction.
In that case The sunflower gingerly collected the ice fruits corpse in its embrace and clambered up. It staggered forward in tensed silence, hiding its emotions from the surrounding elites.
Be careful, Eugens side seems to be in trouble. Demigod Azzel, known as the Golden Spear Knight, warned the three nearby Himlritters. He felt incredibly iffy about the distant explosion.
The Botanian high priest was left with no room for retaliation, surrounded tightly by four stronger invaders. The Ritters were in luck; stalling the sunflower wouldnt be an issue as long as the Botanian didnt try anything funny at the brink of its death.
I am the protector of the plane now that the World Tree is dead. It's not Arnold, but . This is probably my last hurrah for our motherland. Goldy mumbled under its breath. In that case, lets see how bright I can shine for one last ti!
Fehrann Shall we? Goldy did sothing itd never had the courage for. It dipped down, kissing the icy corpse ever so gently and began to glow. The sunflower began to emit intense energies that promised mass destruction.
We need to leave now! Its too late to stop it! Azzel quickly stomped the ground and fled for the distance. It didnt take long for the other three Himlritters to notice sothing off about the situation. They mirrored Azzels urgency and left in a flurry. The self-destruction of a level-three lifeform was bound to be damaging in close quarters even for demigod Ritters and Himlritters alike. The rays were sothing to avoid at all costs!
They could only wish the best for the other Ritters on the battlefield. As mighty as they were, there was nothing more they could do for their subordinates in that split second. Goldys skin began to crack, light pouring from the crevices. It was turning into a mass of light.
Ah, so this is how bright I shine. It croaked its last words, the radiant light devouring its form once and for all. The ball of light began to swell, burning both Goldy and Fehranns bodies to ashes. The intense force and pull it birthed had everyone screaming in fear as they were dragged into the light. Once the light ball could no longer grow, an explosion more devastating and deafening took place on the southern plains of Aqualilia.
Embers danced in the air as everything burned to the ground. Aqualilia was fad for its all-ti flourishing flowers, the continent was affectionately known as the Floral Sea. However, its lovely florets had to surrender to their wicked fate as they were burnt to a crisp by a fiery catastrophe.
Many had perished in the explosion. The sunflowers self-destruction bore an impact as violent as Magister Mists teor Shower, which ant that the resultant force was almost on par with level-four lifeforms. The Botanian resistance was left with nothing to offer, thus marking the end of the planar war. The Three Western Isles victory had co with a brutal price of bright young souls.
Locke, Grandisterin Carla ntioned that the superiors want ten thousand Botanians delivered to the specified coordinates. Please see to it. Angelinas voice rang from the tal brooch on his chest.
Locke pressed his fingers against the accessory. Okay, got it.
Angelinas alchemy skills were improving rapidly. Shed enhanced the brooch further, making it capable of long-distance and tandem communication. Frankly, communication between Locke and Angelina had always been possible before the existence of this contraption. All he needed to do was focus a little and circulate his impetus to reach her.
The few scorpiondrakes took the lead while eight hundred horrible-looking slaves whipped at the Botanians, urging them forward. A total of ten thousand regular Botanians were once again escorted to an open area where a floating vessel would land soon.
anwhile, representatives of both the Sanctum and Hall of Knights were gathered at the base of the Three Western Isles' faction, which was also forrly known as Battlezone 7.
Are there any orders from Master Odis? asked a Himlriter.
His orders were to hasten our capture of regular Botanians, Borlon offered a simple reply from the host seat.
And he wants us to transport them all back to Zauberia? The Himlritter blinked in bewildernt. There were hundreds and millions of Botanians! There was no way they could move them back to Zauberia even with the spatial fortress gargantuan capacity.
Of course not. Weve built a few industrial-scale extraction sites with the Magisters help, clarified Borlon, eyes darting over to Magister Mist. The Magister had been silent throughout the exchange.
I see. When does Master Odis want this done?
Within a year.
Should we leave a portion of Botanians as broodstock to achieve a sustainable harvest of Botanian essence?
Indeed. Further details can be discussed with Magister Mist. I reckon we create a conservation and shelter for the Botanians while keeping an eye for any occurrence of anything above level one.
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The Sanctum and Hall of Knights had been partners in cri for so long that theyd devised respective protocols to maximise their interests. The organisations complented each other well, often achieving unity amidst contradictions and producing amazing results together. Sothing felt off, though. The Himlritters were the only ones actively participating in the discussion. The spotlight was dominated by the majority since they made up two-thirds of the attendees.
Magister Mist was the rightful representative of the Sanctum. It didnt make sense for him to stay mum, only choosing to speak when constructive suggestions were needed and to protect the Sanctums interests.
Two other participants had been quiet since the very beginning. The faceless masked Magister Charles couldnt care less about interests and profits. He was invited only because he was one of the rarer demigod Magisters in the Sanctum. Demigod Azzel, who was also known as the Golden Spear Knight, looked under the weather. It appeared that his injuries from the sunflowers self-detonation had yet to heal properly.
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