From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 589: Chapter 525 Consecution “Mother of the Jungle

Deep within the Aphotic Sea, there lay an island named Aistra, perpetually shrouded by fog.

The skies above were forever enveloped in pitch-black clouds, accompanied by deafening thunder, when a group of Winged Folk with feathered war armor descended from the sky.

They hailed from a distant Sky City, having plundered through the Nine Seas due to resource depletion; Aistra, rich in abundant and undeveloped extraordinary materials, had long been their target.

Decades ago, the great overlord who ruled Aistra had temporarily submitted to the Winged Folk, but their leader had recently died violently at the hands of the King of Glacier People, prompting him to seize the moment to rebel.

However, before officially plotting the “rebellion,” it was necessary to gather an overwhelming force. Thus, the great overlord sought help from the “Mo’er Security Company” under the Fischer family, the hegemon of the White Sea.

“Our reported intelligence about ‘a small-scale rebellion’ has gone through. It is the army of the Winged Folk! Both Monarchs from that Sky City have come; everyone, get ready to ambush!”

Faced with this sudden threat, Aistra’s great overlord and his subordinate Extraordinary Exponents quickly mobilized. They had numerous Extraordinary Exponents, but even with the added strength of barrier magic, they still couldn’t overwhelm the Winged Folk.

After all, the Winged Folk possessed a natural advantage.

All their soldiers could fly.

However, times had changed.

In ancient times, even the most ordinary Winged Folk troops could easily slaughter unarmed, bow-wielding human forces.

They were once regarded by the coastal natives of the ancient times as a favored clan of gods.

But it was different now. As the Winged Folk, the rulers of the Nine Seas, had always profoundly rejected the God of Reforging and thus avoided using firearms, they became increasingly disadvantaged.

Whereas the great overlords of the Aphotic Sea commanded many islands, and although technologically inferior to the nations of the Ouden Continent, they still acquired a number of obsolete firearms—and even a heavy machine gun for the use of a Transmutation Level Extraordinary Exponent!

On the eve of the counterattack, the native Extraordinary Exponents on the island cunningly exploited their deep understanding of the terrain to set up a series of ingenious traps.

Using the island’s unique plants, they created a smoke that could disrupt the Winged Folk’s magic communications and set up ambush points at various high locations.

The battle quietly commenced.

Realizing they had been ensnared, the Winged Folk’s army, in furious outrage, launched their attack, swiftly escalating into full-scale warfare.

Meanwhile, a mercenary troop had already secretly landed on the island; they were Extraordinary Exponents belonging to “Mo’er Security Company,” each armed with alchemical and thermal weapons, with rigorous training and excellent coordination.

“Time to get to work, brothers.”

“Let’s kill those bird-men!”

The lead Special Level Agent from Mo’er Security Company, a Monarch Level expert, took the initiative, unleashing a barrage of blazing flames that roared towards the Winged Folk’s ranks.@@novelbin@@

Using a barrier called the “Power of Nature,” the native Extraordinary Exponents of the Aphotic Sea summoned a tempest to reduce the Winged Folk’s aerial advantage, while Mo’er Security Company’s men relied on precise shooting and coordinated tactics using extraordinary powers to strike the Winged Folk both on the ground and in the air.

The battle was fiercely intense. Mo’er Security Company’s mercenaries were relatively unscathed, but the native Extraordinary Exponents of the Aphotic Sea and the Winged Folk’s army suffered heavy casualties.

As the morning light began to break at dawn, the Winged Folk’s army regrouped to prepare for a final assault on Aistra.

However, the native Extraordinary Exponents of the Aphotic Sea released special smoke grenades, and in an instant, communication among the Winged Folk was cut off, throwing all their troops into chaos.

At the same time, Mo’er Security Company’s mercenaries exploited this opportunity to launch a comprehensive attack.

They set up machine gun positions on the island’s high ground, coordinating with the Extraordinary Exponents to viciously shoot at the low-flying Winged Folk.

For a moment, the silhouettes of Winged Folk fell from the sky.

Finally, she made her move.

At this moment, the numerous elite members of Mo’er Security Company also turned their heads, their attention entirely captivated by the powerful expert accompanying them.

That was a highly esteemed figure of the Dawn Church, one of the eight “Noble Blood,” the emerald elf Marzo, who had always been active on the frontier in recent years.

By then, Marzo had ascended to the 6th Rank of the Path of Nature, “Mother of the Jungle.”

In the Spirit Realm, her form was strikingly a patch of green emerald wood, and the enhancement ratio of her Spiritual Power to physical condition was six to four.

The ritual required to become the “Mother of the Jungle,” was to gain the approval of nature… which was a very difficult task for other races; however, for an emerald elf, it was a condition barely worth mentioning.

Marzo had also gained the potent Extraordinary trait “Mother Tree.” For her, manipulating a wide range and intricate variety of plants had become as easy and casual as breathing.

With her transcendent power, she had become key to the military and the natives defeating the Winged Folk. Not only did her skin transform into an emerald-like green in an instant, but she also possessed magic deeply connected with nature, almost as if she were an incarnation of Nature herself, then she proceeded to manipulate the growth of plants, communicating with every leaf and flower in the forest.

Marzo stood at the highest point of the island, waved her hands lightly, and all the plants on the entire island seemed to come to life, growing rapidly. Those seemingly fragile vines, under her command, became as hard as steel, tightly entangling the Winged Folk, rendering them immobile.

She stood in the depths of the forest, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath as if she were conversing with every life in the forest.

Beneath the power of the “Mother Tree,” those seemingly ordinary plants instantly became full of danger.

The vines on the island would suddenly stretch out, tightly entangling the Winged Folk in the sky; flowers would burst forth suddenly, releasing toxic pollen; even the little grass on the ground could suddenly become sharp blades, inflicting lethal injuries on the Winged Folk.

At the same time, Marzo used her Extraordinary power to successfully disrupt the nearly restored Magic Communication of the Winged Folk, causing their command system to fall into paralysis.

The army of the Winged Folk began to retreat step by step, and even two Monarch Level powerful experts died amidst Marzo’s plant army.

The mercenaries from Mo’er Security Company were utterly astonished, and couldn’t help but talk among themselves on the spot.

“She’s really too powerful! Worthy of being one of the eight of Noble Blood! It’s said they all possess very strong Power of Consecution! And it indeed appears so!”

“Is this the power of true powerful beings? All the plants on the whole island are fighting under her command. It’s truly terrifying! Even Monarch powerful experts skilled in wide-area Domains probably don’t possess that level of power!”

Eventually, the army of the Winged Folk was thoroughly defeated, forced to give up their offensive against Aistra. Most died in battle, and a few chose to retreat back to their Sky City.

After the thrilling battle, the natives of the Aphotic Sea cheered, while some people from Mo’er Security Company secretly sneered; the oppression from the Aphotic Sea Overlords was no less than that from the Winged Folk, these natives were cheering too early.

After the battle, Marzo, having depleted her Spiritual Power, quietly stood on the highlands of the Aistra Island. She felt her Spiritual Power swiftly being replenished by those within the Dawn Church who could provide Spiritual Power from afar, her silhouette in the afterglow of the setting sun appearing exceptionally lonely.

Despite just having undergone a thrilling battle, her face remained expressionless, as if all emotions had been devoured by the smoke of war.

In the distance, mercenaries and Aphotic Sea natives watched her position, their looks filled with awe and gratitude. But Marzo’s gaze penetrated through the crowd, as if she was looking towards a farther place.

“Byrne, I really didn’t expect you to leave so early. A hundred years have passed; initially, I just wanted to use the Fischer family, but now I simply can’t part with you all no matter what…”

At this moment, Marzo’s heart was not immersed in the joy of victory; instead, it was enveloped by a faint sadness.

She closed her eyes, took a shallow breath, as if she was struggling to recall something.

As the gate of memories slowly opened, the image of a human man who she had once favored but had ultimately not fallen in love with, quietly surfaced in her mind.

He was an extraordinary human man, with a very warm smile.

Initially, Byrne was just an ordinary young man, but upon meeting him again later, she was gradually attracted by Byrne’s wisdom and bravery, and even thought she had found a soul’s refuge.

However, fate had not intended for the two of them to truly come together. Byrne Fischer, though full of respect for Marzo, had already had someone else in his heart.

“Ah.”

Thinking back to that time, Marzo couldn’t help but gently sigh.

Nonetheless, although there was a faint sadness in her heart, Marzo also knew that everyone had their own fate and choices, and what she could do was to respect and accept all of it.

When Marzo opened her eyes again, her gaze became firmer and brighter. She took a deep look at the people around her, then nodded lightly indicating they could leave.

“Perhaps I may never find the sacred object of the Elf Clan in my lifetime, but I must continue the search, because this is my most important mission…”