Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

Chapter 78: Chapter 78 Divine Favor

A dazzling light burst forth from El, and the Half-Beast carrying him suddenly let out a miserable scream. The entire body began to age rapidly, turning into ashes in an instant…

At the same time, accompanied by ethereal sacred chants, countless brilliant green photons rose from the ground.

They ascended slowly, like countless dancing Elemental Little Elves, densely packed and endless…

For a moment, the forest seemed to be immersed in a sea of green.

Green photons surrounded the players on the field, spinning and swirling continuously, then eagerly entered their bodies.

In the players’ astonished gazes, their injuries began to heal rapidly, and even broken limbs gradually regrew.

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And the severely injured Oak Guardian, Berserker, also began to show signs of life under the embrace of photons. Vigorous branches sprouted anew, quickly growing back the half of the body that had been completely destroyed!

The plants on the ground began to grow rapidly with the appearance of photons, sprouting and unfurling leaves, then blooming flowers…

In the blink of an eye, a path paved with colorful flowers appeared on the ground, covering every place with greenery and a sea of flowers…

Countless butterflies made of photons began to circle El, in whose somewhat bewildered gaze, they flowed into his body.

El’s aura rapidly increased, instantly leaping past the Black Iron level and breaking through to Silver…

Everything felt like a Divine Miracle.

Dema opened his eyes wide, looking incredulously at the glowing little Elf boy, rubbing his eyes hard,

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“Holy crap! So the little boy is an NPC triggering the plot?”

Then, glancing at his fully healed character screen, he pinched his thigh out of instinct.

It didn’t hurt…

But he quickly reacted, raising the pain setting and pinching again, drawing in a cold breath of excitement,

“It’s not a dream! It’s a plot animation!”

The sudden change left the Half-Beasts stunned.

An unprecedented sense of crisis struck Black Stone’s mind. He instinctively wanted to shout, to command everyone to flee. Yet he was shocked to find he had lost control over his body…

At this point, the Half-Beasts realized countless photons had attached to them, controlling their movements.

Soon after, a holy and vast presence suddenly descended upon the scene. Under everyone’s shocked gaze, the swirling photons on the ground kept rotating until they formed a human shape…

She was a presence shrouded entirely in Holy Light, dressed in a sacred and noble long gown. She wore the supreme Divine Crown on her head, and her silver hair reached her waist, while her magnificent and mysterious purple eyes shone with brilliant light.

An aura of unassailable majesty permeated everyone’s hearts.

The players merely glanced at her and could not help but bow their heads, their hearts rising with an innate impulse to worship her.

Though only a glance, her unparalleled figure seemed to be etched into their minds, never to be erased.

Berserker looked at that noble figure within the Holy Light; his expression instantly turned fervent.

Supporting himself with the ground, he stood up, then respectfully knelt down, his aged and deep voice filled with solemn reverence,

“Praise… my Lord!”

Alice was equally enraptured, kneeling down as well, her clear voice pious and solemn,

“Praise… my Lord!”

But the dozen or so Half-Beasts wore expressions of terror.

In their eyes, they saw only a blinding Holy Light, unable to see anything else.

In an instant, they felt their eyes and souls pierced with pain.

Amidst cries of agony, tears of blood flowed from their eyes…

*One should not gaze directly at a god!*

*Or rather, without the True God’s permission, no one could gaze directly at the True God!*

In that moment, everyone understood.

The Mother Nature, Goddess of Life, and Elf Sovereign—Eve Yggdrasil, had personally descended in embodiment!

The Goddess first glanced at her two devotees, a smile appearing at the corners of her mouth, and then she slowly walked towards El.

With each step she took, a cluster of flowers bloomed on the ground, as if celebrating the miracle of life.

The frantically growing plants gently bent with her movements, as if bowing in homage to the supreme being.

El stared blankly at the sacred figure approaching him, his mind completely blank.

The Goddess reached him, extended her arm, and gently placed her hand on his forehead,

“Remember your vow.”

Her voice was sacred and authoritative, yet carried a hint of pleasant warmth.

As she caressed him, a sacred radiance blossomed on El’s forehead, revealing a tree-shaped symbol representing the Mother Nature, which gradually faded away…

El’s aura changed once more; though his power did not continue to grow, there was a subtle difference…

It seemed as if a layer of divine essence had been imparted onto him.

It might have been an elevation of life itself.

With the Goddess’s actions, countless photons began to revolve around the two, faint and holy hymns echoed unseen…

“Divine Favor! It’s Divine Favor!”

Watching the scene unfold, Berserker’s expression became fanatical.

Upon hearing Berserker’s words, the players emerged from their shock.

When they lifted their heads and saw the knighting-like figure with the brilliant holy light effects, they were all stunned…

This was the third time the players had seen the Goddess’s figure since character creation and the issuing of the first plot task.

But unlike the previous two times, this incarnation of the Goddess seemed more real, more majestic and holy, and the descending magnificent effects were more shocking than before…

*No words could describe the players’ current feelings. If there were any, it’d be just two: “Holy crap!”*

“El.”

At this moment, the Goddess spoke again.

Her gaze shifted to the remaining Half-Beasts on the field, her voice overwhelmingly authoritative,

“They are yours now.”

Hearing the Goddess’s words, El turned his head blankly, looking at the continuously struggling, howling Half-Beasts clutching their eyes…

For a moment, his expression was somewhat conflicted.

*Grandfather had once told him to respect life, to treat others with generosity…*

*Grandfather had once said that every creature makes mistakes, but as long as they recognize and correct them, they should be forgiven…*

But at that moment, El hesitated.

*In an instant, the image of the slaughter of his kin reappeared in his mind…*

*The Half-Beast’s sinister laughter, the clansman’s wails, the despair of a shattered family.*

*Why, despite possessing great power, couldn’t the Elf Clan defeat their enemies?*

*Why, despite being the glorious Silver Race, did they become the prey of the Black Iron Race?*

El’s expression changed several times before finally growing resolute,

“Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!”

He took a deep breath, picking up a curved blade from the ground.