The Game of Demon Hunter

Although he had already made good mental preparations, when the corrupt tree really appeared in front of everyone's eyes, Xu Yichen still admired him from the bottom of his heart.

The white mist seemed to have encountered an invisible wall. The witcher took a step forward, and suddenly found that the sky in front of him was clear.

The long-lost sunlight shone directly from the top of his head to dispel the haze in his heart, and a giant tree whose top could hardly be seen stood in front of Xu Yichen.

The height must have exceeded two hundred meters.

A bare giant tree without a single leaf, densely packed with translucent fruits hanging from the branches, under the sunlight, a palpitating fuzzy shadow flashed behind the film.

"My gods, is this the tree of life?" As an elf who always pays attention to appearance, Legolas showed such a gaffe for the first time, his mouth opened wide, like a fish out of water.

Ladia, who had seen the giant tree once, also stared blankly at the giant tree, muttering to himself, "How could it grow so fast!"

In six days, this corrupted tree has grown more than a hundred meters!

Just standing here, Xu Yichen could feel the granulated soil underneath, slightly vibrating as if passing through a subway. It was the roots of the corrupted tree digging downwards and spreading outwards.

All this is to absorb more nutrients.

He seemed to be able to hear the roar of the giant tree growing upwards, it was the sound of life!

As long as it is still alive, within a few months, the entire Far South Continent can be turned into a desert of death!

From the very first moment he saw this corrupted tree, Xu Yichen understood its essence, plunder!

The terrain of the Far South Continent is similar to Australia in reality. The land distribution of this game world is actually very similar to the earth in the real world.

It's just that it's a little bit bigger and scaled up proportionally.

Therefore, the Far South Continent is wider and richer than Australia.

From the entire map, although the Black Forest is very large, it only occupies the northern part of the Far South Continent, that is to say, the center of the Black Forest is very close to the sea.

The witcher believed that once the roots of this corrupted tree touched the sea, no one or force could stop it from continuing to grow.

As Nurgle's organization of believers in this world, the Church of the Immortal has always been a secret organization sought by those who pursue eternal life and health.

The history of this church is not long, but there have been many amazing and brilliant people. Not everyone is born with the ability to improve their life level through the exemplary path of a professional, so as to obtain a longer lifespan.

Not everyone used the opportunity and courage to challenge the witcher's grass trial to gain immortality.

And it is impossible for the gods to take care of so many shallow believers and pour out divine grace.

The emergence of the Immortal Church has filled this vacancy.

The power of Nurgle far exceeds that of the gods, and the gift of immortality to mortals is as simple as a common meal, although the means are somewhat different.

Chaos gods always like to fool intelligent beings, he will give you what you desire, but definitely not in the way you imagined.

You wished for endless life, and you got endless life, but from now on, you can't speak, you can't move, you can't even think.

Because the great loving father Nurgle has turned you into a huge tree, if nothing else happens, you will slowly pass through thousands of years of long years.

The body of the Corrupted Tree was once a female elf mage.

Only the Chaos Warlock standing on the top of the tree and looking down knew this secret, because he presided over the ceremony himself, condensing a living elf into a seed.

Great father of life, always so creative!

"Lilith, look, there are people from your family coming to see you, are you happy?" Chaos Warlock stroked the fruit around him with trembling hands, he was so excited: "Let your heirs entertain them ,How about it?"

The plan that had been prepared for so long finally started. Chaos Warlock felt that the whole world was his stage, and he couldn't help but want to dance with it.

On the lowest branch of the Corrupted Tree, a fruit that was bigger than the other fruits fell to the ground like a ripe apple.

Amniotic fluid splashes.

The moment the translucent film touched the ground, it shattered, and the desertified land eagerly absorbed nutrients—the rich amniotic fluid.

These energies will be quickly used in the growth of the Corrupted Tree without any waste, from the soil, from the air, from the sun, all energy will be absorbed by the Corrupted Tree.

Her only remaining consciousness is to live, to live hard, not to die.

The two members of the Ain El family seemed not quite used to the environment under the sun, standing on the edge of the fog, maintaining vigilance as if they were facing an enemy.

When the fruit fell to the ground, the caster reacted immediately. He waved a huge staff, summoned a piece of ice, and flew over.

But the ice was blocked, and Xu Yichen had seen Effilar use a similar skill, the psychic shield, before.

Psionic energy comes from the Warp, and as native creatures of the Warp, these Chaos Demons would certainly use this power as well.

A pair of pale bone claws tore off the thin film from the inside, and a monster with a human body size crawled out from inside.

A huge one-eyed eye with fangs and a small tongue occupies most of the face, the mouth resembles the mouthparts of an anteater, the limbs are slender, the legs have an anti-joint structure, and the skin is full of herpes.

Nurgle's creations are always so repulsive, which is a commonality across species.

The spellcasters of the Ain El family continuously released ice spells, attacking the enemies in front of them, and another warrior-type armored man stood beside the caster, ready to deal with possible dangers that might arise at any time.

"When are they going to invest their real power?" the witcher asked worriedly, looking at the fruits of the tree.

He didn't know how many fruits it had borne, but it must be a desperate amount. If each one was as powerful as the one in front of him, then the Far South Continent would be declared lost now.

Fortunately, they came in time.

Another fruit fell to the ground, and the monster bred inside struggled a few times, but finally failed to crawl out of the membrane, and within a few seconds, it lost its movement.

Maybe it wasn't fully developed, maybe it evolved in the completely wrong direction and died the moment it was born.

This gave the witcher a glimmer of hope.

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