A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1649: 452 Are you ready for the true Ascension?_3

Tyraste still clung to Matthew like a festering sore.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“Have you lost your mind?!”

Dark Peggy cursed irritably.

“Get out of Matthew’s body.”

“Otherwise, you’ll gain nothing.”

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Tyraste held his shoulder with one hand, his gaze as resolute as ever.

Dark Peggy swore loudly:

“But Matthew has to be willing to come out on his own!”

“That coward!”

“Unless I burn his forest down, otherwise…”

Just at that moment.

Matthew’s body suddenly began to convulse involuntarily.

Immediately after.

A calm voice rose in the Lost Paradise:

“Had enough, Peggy?”

Instantly.

Matthew’s face went blank, and after rolling his eyes, his whole body froze in place.

Tyraste hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his only hand to catch Matthew, who had fainted.

The infinite Black Fire disappeared in an instant.

As if it had never appeared in this space.

The next second.

A biting chill came from the side.

But it was immediately disrupted by Tyraste’s sword qi.

His eyes looked coldly at the Faded Dragon who tried to sneak attack Matthew.

The latter said angrily:

“Haven’t you realized yet?”

“That troublesome one is one with him; if we don’t kill him now, with his ability to override the rules of Lost Paradise, we’ll all become his slaves!”

Facing the raging Faded Dragon.

Tyraste just slightly lifted his clenched left arm:

“Don’t let it happen again.”

“Otherwise, go die!”

Whoosh.

A strand of sword qi brushed past the Faded Dragon’s nose as it approached him.

The Faded Dragon broke out in a cold sweat.

But he ultimately did not dare to provoke the imposing Tyraste and could only walk away, cursing under his breath.

Just then.

A sneaky figure headed towards the center where the authority lay.

However, halfway there.

Tyraste, with his back to him, as if meditating, suddenly opened his eyes:

“Before Matthew wakes up.”

“No one is allowed to touch that authority.”

“Otherwise, don’t blame me for being harsh.”

After saying that.

He coughed violently a few times.

The God of Travelers froze in his tracks.

He turned back with a sheepish smile:

“Is that really necessary?”

“Isn’t it in your interest to have one fewer person to share the authority?”

Tyraste raised an eyelid:

“First, Matthew carried me on his back up here.”

“Second, I too think it’s nice to have one less person sharing the authority, but the one to go could be you.”

“What do you think?”

Vampire Moson quickly stepped back several paces, raising his hands to show he was innocent:

“Don’t be too sensitive, Matthew is a good friend of mine too, I was just joking just now…”

Then he walked away sheepishly.

Tyraste continued to meditate and heal.

The other three watched Matthew’s condition with rapt attention.

However, what puzzled them was this:

Matthew’s chest rose and fell quite regularly, and the rhythm and pace of his breathing conveyed a sense of serenity and tranquillity.

He looked as if he was not caught in an intense struggle of the soul.

Instead, it looked more like—

“Is he asleep?”

The Faded Dragon said with a puzzling expression:

“All of us have taken a huge risk to find the Lost Paradise, and now the Divine King Authority is right before our eyes. Are we just supposed to wait for a dude who might be mentally split to wake up?”

“Even if he is just sound asleep?”

Tyraste responded unceremoniously:

“If you wish, you can also take a nap.”

The Faded Dragon was at a loss for words.

The atmosphere on the scene sank into a prolonged silence once more.

Both the God of Travelers and the Faded Dragon seemed somewhat restless.

Only the God Eater Queen appeared to be the calmest.

The spring in her eyes flowed continuously.

Sometimes she stealthily glanced at the symbol of the Divine King’s authority; sometimes, she couldn’t help but gazes blankly at the sleeping Matthew.

After a while,

there arose in the Lost Paradise the sounds of two snores, one louder and one softer.

The softer one was Matthew.

The louder one was Tyraste.

It seemed like both of them had fallen asleep…

But the other three showed no intention of overstepping, standing there with submissive faces.

This scene was also witnessed by others who were gazing at the clouds from within the Ancient City.

Anxiety and anticipation filled everyone’s hearts.

They were awaiting someone to take up the authority and, in turn, ignite the Divine Fire of the Lost Paradise.

But before that,

a bigger question loomed in their minds:

“Matthew…”

“When exactly will he wake up?”

…

Spiritual Space.

The Black Fire spread out in circles, as if forming an ocean.

And Matthew’s soul floated right in the middle of this dark ocean.

He was surrounded by rings of fire.

Only the space a few inches beside him was a sanctuary unaffected by the Black Fire.

Matthew stared intently at the rampant, burning flames.

Three years ago,

he had touched these flames in the Golden Pit.

The consequence, however, was that his soul was nearly burned to oblivion!

That encounter instilled a fear of the Black Fire in him.

Even after Peggy later helped him heal his soul,

that fear remained etched in his heart.

Until,

now.

“You’ve got quite the guts!”

“Dare to cause trouble while Queen Peggy is attending to serious matters?”

Within the Black Fire,

Dark Peggy came out aggressively to bring charges and questions.

Matthew’s soul let out a gentle sigh:

“I know that making the choice to sleep has been suppressing for you, and I know you’re mad at me.”

“But this has to stop.”

“Your actions have been rather preposterous!”

Dark Peggy scoffed:

“Preposterous?”

“Aren’t the things I’ve done exactly what’s on your mind?”