A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1713: 466 The Starry Night God and the Kunwu Secret Treasure

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Matthew turned his head and looked back.

The one who had spoken was a relatively unfamiliar man.

That man was dressed in a splendid traditional robe, his chest adorned with three badges emitting a thick magic aura, his scroll bag on his belt making rattling noises, and a faint smile on his face.

At first glance, Matthew thought he had encountered an Alliance Wizard!

The most eye-catching thing about this man was undoubtedly the resplendent cloak behind him that seemed to be woven from starlight itself.

The cloak existed between the tangible and the intangible, frequently flowing with the colorful cosmic starlight, giving off a profound and mystical feeling.

In the area obscured by the cloak,

Matthew couldn’t even feel the material layer of that region!

It was precisely by leveraging the characteristics of this cloak that the man almost eluded Matthew’s Insight.

Matthew’s heart was filled with caution—

If the other party had chosen to launch a surprise attack just now, he might not have been able to avoid it.

Similarly,

he did not let down his guard because the cloaked man had chosen to speak instead.

At that moment,

Matthew assessed the man from head to toe, and suddenly, a flash of insight struck him—

It was the knowledge of divinity spontaneously unfolding in his mind!

“God of Midnight?”

“Or should I say, now you should be called the Starry Night God?”

Matthew voiced the origins of the other party.

After the fall of Heavenly Family Palace, the God of Midnight was one of the few giants who were still living well—

With the faith of the creatures of the astral world, He successfully transformed His divine title from Aindor’s God of Midnight to the Starry Night of the entire Eternity Universe, thus avoiding being dragged down by the Heavenly Family Palace.

But generally speaking,

the Starry Night God’s strength would definitely be greatly diminished due to the fall of Heavenly Family Palace.

The man before him was obviously not the true embodiment of the Starry Night God.

Matthew was aware that this was merely a demigod’s body, the physical identity being that of an Aindor human, whose Spiritual Space was extremely powerful—

Not because of the Divine Descent of the Starry Night God, but due to his own robust qualities.

This indicated that the body might originally belong to an Evil Priest.

Similar to Lance.

Taking into account that one of the Starry Night God’s aliases was the Great Evil Demon Trier, who was not only a high-level partner of the Order of Calamity but also had countless Evil Priest followers in Aindor.

It was not surprising that he could get his hands on a demigod’s body.

“Just call me Trier.”

The Starry Night God appeared elegant and extremely polite,

seemingly not the least bit annoyed that Matthew had killed his offspring (Eight-Armed Evil Demon Trilson) in the Sampan Plane.

“Matthew, I have been paying attention to you for a long time.”

“Despite being prepared, your rate of growth is still astonishing; in just over three years, you’ve become such a formidable person…”

The tone of the Starry Night God seemed sincere, as if he genuinely rejoiced over Matthew’s progress. From the attitude of their encounter, the two seemed more like long-lost old friends rather than deadly enemies on the brink of conflict.

In this situation,

Matthew wasn’t the least bit surprised—

All these old foxes from the Heavenly Family Palace were first and foremost pragmatists.

When they’re stronger than you, they’ll simply bully you;

but when the tables are turned,

they’ll lower their stature and reason with you as if a gentle breeze in spring.

Tarand was like this,

and the Starry Night God was no exception.

If it had been Matthew from a year ago standing here, these people probably would’ve come after him without another word, no time wasted on such reflections.

Matthew smiled faintly, cutting straight to the chase:

“Is this why you had someone impersonate me everywhere, to smear my name?”

The reaction of the Starry Night God was similar to that of Tarand.

He laughed heartily:

“It was just a clumsy trick we had to do to divert your attention.”

“None of that matters now; surely no one will dare to impersonate you in the future.”

“What’s important is, even though we made an early interference, you have still come here, indicating someone has guided you—I’m guessing that person is Isabelle.

Only that mad woman would be so persistent with us poor creatures.

She wants to imitate the Calamity Mage too much; determined to drive every member of the Heavenly Family Palace to extinction,

We simply can’t communicate with her.

But you’re different.

Matthew,

as a rational person, there’s no need to soil your reason for the trifle thrown by a madman.

Besides,

have you ever wondered why she doesn’t come to kill us personally, but sends you to do it?”

Matthew looked at him quizzically:

“So your scripts don’t get updated, huh?”

His words were not without a taunting undertone.

However, the Starry Night God did not take offense:

“What I am about to tell you is a secret that will impact the future pattern of the entire Multiverse,”

“and it is also the fundamental reason why Isabelle does not come after us personally.”

“The secret is—

Isabelle.

She’s about to die!”

Matthew’s eyes narrowed.

He simply didn’t believe it!

“Or rather, she will leave this world in a special way. For the Multiverse, the name Isabelle will become a symbol in history; she will no longer be able to exert her originally immense and inconceivable influence on this world.”

The Starry Night God asserted:

“Everything is related to her experiences in the erased historical World.”

“She’s in a hurry now, determined to settle all matters.”

“Have you heard of the Golden Ship project? That plan is Isabelle’s own brainchild.”

“She will board the Golden Ship and leave this World, at most taking only her most intimate believers and supporters with her.”

“Do you think you’re one of them?”

Matthew blinked.