Chapter 1722 - A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1722: 468 Whoever comes to deliver first, we’ll deal with them first! _2 But immediately thereafter, demigods rampaged through the city like an apocalyptic flood once again. Wails of despair filled the city. No one had time to ponder why the Elemental Kings had suddenly retreated. The scent of death completely exploded throughout the city. At the top of the bell tower, ... “The Elemental Kings have voluntarily forsaken the contract they signed with the Ingram family.” “Just as you had initially guessed.” The nun sighed softly. Butterfly said expressionlessly, “There’s nothing difficult to guess.” “Your Truth Sect should understand more than we do the nature of these elemental creatures, who bully the weak and fear the strong. Their desire for the material world is nowhere near that of the monsters in the astral world, and the same goes for their motivation.” “Fortunately, our ancestor had some wisdom. It’s just the Four Great Kings that abandoned the ultimate guardianship contract. Tier 1 Elemental Elders and ordinary Elemental Life cannot defy the usual contracts.” “They still must fight for Canning.” The nun said gravely, “You don’t seem very willing either?” Butterfly smiled and said, “Their staying actually makes no difference; it’s just adding a few more sacrificial victims.” “Once those eight astral gates are opened, there will hardly be anyone left who can save Canning.” “The one I had high hopes for has clearly indicated they will not intervene.” “And another they sent seems rather naive, having been sent somewhere to enjoy blessings by the Starry Night God using the Prayer Merging Technique, probably also helpless in the end.” “Let alone the astral gates, even the demigods rampaging in the city are not something we can stop by ordinary means.” “Under the empowerment of the High-dimensional Shadow and the land of God’s Kingdom, they have already gained the strength of a strong Legend, perhaps not a Superior Legend, but they are numerous, supported by nearly infinite divine power, regular people simply cannot kill them.” “This season…” “Is indeed the end for Canning City.” While speaking, he stood at the edge of the top of the bell tower, looking down. The entire city had collapsed in an instant. Setting aside the rampaging demigods and the continuously flooding astral creatures into the city, the continually expanding material layer and the crazily surging Ether alone were enough to turn the former Order City into a paradise for monsters. Butterfly could clearly sense within the vast space near Canning City, the Ether expanding exponentially. Beside the nun, a candle which had been quietly burning suddenly exploded on its own, turning into a series of fireballs that smashed into the wooden table nearby. Had the nun not extinguished it in time, the scene would surely have led to an endlessly troublesome fire disaster. As a legendary Machinist, Butterfly of course knew this was an extreme phenomenon caused by the Ether running wild. The air was overloaded with Ether, constantly seeping into various objects. Some exploded on the spot; others were enchanted with strange activity; and a portion of humans also became carriers of the surplus Ether, some of whom suddenly turned into esteemed spellcasters, while others completely lost their minds, transforming into highly deformed monsters. For example, right now, Butterfly saw a man engulfed in flames rushing into the ruins, indiscriminately attacking any living being he could see with fireballs. Fire consumed his reason, while Ether filled his void. Eventually, one tumor after another, highly distorted, sprang from his body— These tumors were organs for the greedy Ether to store itself. However, beings lost in the fury of immense power knew not what Temperance was. They would merely follow the body’s instincts, that is, the instigation of the Ether. Thereby, within just a few breaths, Butterfly witnessed that man engulfed in flames sprouting a dozen swollen tumors. Then, half a minute later, his entire person, weighed down by those tumors, almost turned into a burning meatball. By then, the man finally realized something was amiss as he tragically waved his limbs— if that highly distorted body could still be called “limbs.” But the Ether holding him captive would only increase, not decrease. Finally, amid the man’s desperate screams, an unremarkable explosion sound burst forth. All the Ether in the tumors ignited, sending a small mushroom cloud rising from the nearby streets, and more buildings collapsed. A massive pit also formed on the ground. And the man was nowhere to be seen. Seeing this, Butterfly’s eyes filled with even more pity and helplessness. “So, are you here to persuade me to leave?” The nun still faced away from Butterfly, her broad clerical robe unable to hide her striking figure. Butterfly turned to look at her silhouette and did not respond directly: “If I asked what the god you believe in would do in such times, would that be considered frivolous?” The nun said earnestly, “Our god is not like theirs.” “The God of Truth certainly exists, but He exists broadly within people’s hearts.” “He is the embodiment of kindness, beauty, sincerity, and peace.” “As long as you hold such thoughts in your heart, you will be looked after by the God of Truth.” “But as mere humans, we cannot be too greedy, sometimes we are already under His care and just don’t know it…” A hint of helplessness flickered in Butterfly’s eyes: “You don’t think this building has remained safe because of the God of Truth’s care, rather than because I deployed heavy security, do you?” The nun smiled gently, “I never said that.” “I’m not the kind of thankless bastard.”