Chapter 677 - Crazy Battle (1/2)
Chapter 677 Crazy Battle
Roland had never liked this organization of Druids.
Human beings were part of nature. They gained their status through evolution and competition with other creatures.
The doctrines of the Druids’ cult separated human beings from nature and put them on nature’s opposite. That was a disguised replacement of concepts.
Perhaps, the environment needed to be protected on certain occasions, but the survival of human beings was more important.
Besides, in the main plane of this world, particularly in the human world, trees took up more than 80% of the area, not to mention the extremely vast Elf Forest.
Considering mankind’s productivity and development rate, they might not be able to reduce the forest area to 70% in another thousand years. So, nature didn’t need to be protected at all; it was human beings who had to struggle to survive in nature. Removing thousands of acres of trees would barely affect the forest as a whole, but it could give thousands of human beings a piece of fertile land to farm, so that the poor things could live.
But even so, the Druids still considered the humans in Delpon to be murderers who destroyed nature.
In their eyes, the trees mattered more than the life and death of thousands of people.
So, Roland didn’t feel guilty at all when he organized the Bards to badmouth the Druids in secret. He had realized that, as long as he directed public opinion on the correct path, the Druids, who considered themselves absolutely neutral, would become slightly Lawful Evil.
What really made Roland make up his mind to kill them was that the Druids, for the so-called Immortal Phoenix’s Blood Grasses and to make Immortal Phoenix an option of their flying forms, intended to loot them and even attack Roland’s family and friends.
In that case, Roland would rather not talk to them anymore.
If you start it, I’ll be the one to end it.
The War Scythe appeared in his right hand and a magic power brick appeared in his left. They were instantly stuck together. Energy spread out from the brick, but it was then attracted to the War Scythe and melted into it like a mist.
Intense black fog expanded and enshrouded Roland. Three seconds later, it turned into an enormous woman.
When the woman made of fog who was at least thirty meters tall appeared in the sky, the Druids moving in the woods all sensed something wrong.
They raised their heads at the same time, and they saw the black light of a scythe in the sky. Then they felt nothing.
The enormous spatial crevice left a huge rhombus-shaped wound in the middle of the forest.
All the trees and grasses within the wound were gone. Even four meters of soil had been removed from the ground.
There were no screams, explosions, or other noises, only sizzles when the spatial crevice absorbed substances. It sounded like overcharged electricity.
Roland even saw a lot of special souls that looked like human beings but emitted unique waves. They struggled soundlessly and crazily, only to be absorbed into the Netherworld in the end.
The battle was over quickly. The black fog that was attached to him gradually disappeared, and so did the enormous woman.
The spatial crevice on the ground slowly shrank too.
But it stopped closing when it was about to vanish.
A cold woman with a black robe and black hair drifted out of the crevice.
The space around her stagnated the moment she showed up.
Not just the chirps of birds and bugs, but even the air stopped flowing.
Everybody was frozen.
Even the space seemed to be solidifying.
The Nether God!
Standing on the cloud, Roland looked at her in confusion.
After the Nether God emerged from the crevice, she looked around as if she were observing the scenery of the main plane. She then slowly drifted to Roland and stared at him with her dark eyes in silence.
She had long hair and red lips, which were small but succulent. In particular, her bottom lip slightly protruded in a natural way, which made her look sexy and cute.
Roland felt uncomfortable under her gaze, so he asked, “Ms. Sophie, is there anything I can help you with?”
“I love Druids. Send more of them to me.”
The Nether God spoke. Her voice was low but pleasant.
Roland was relieved. It was fine as long as she wasn’t here for trouble. But he was still curious. “Have the Druids done anything to you?”
“I’m in charge of the deaths of humans.” Her face, which was cold enough as it was, became even colder. “They encouraged the souls of the dead to stay in the main plane and become spirits.”
Roland realized the reason as he listened on.
The original doctrine of the Druids stated that every creature was spiritual, including human beings.
However, they didn’t think that the spirits of humans were superior to other animals and plants. Rather, they believed that they were inferior because humans destroyed nature.
Spirits were everywhere in nature, but they were invisible to those who didn’t have special abilities.
It meant that human beings who believed in the doctrine of Druids wouldn’t turn into ghosts after they died but would become special “spirits” that would linger in the main plane and meld with the “spirits” of other animals and plants.
For example, the Troll’s Bear Spirit and Eagle Spirit, which had a tiny bit of godhood, were special energy creatures that were a combination of the unconscious spirits of many animals and plants and the spirits of many humans.
Such creatures had the features of ghosts, but they could be regarded as living creatures too. They were stuck in the special transition phase between the living and the dead, just like fungi occupied the space between animals and plants.
The Druids might be seclusive and difficult to catch, but their doctrines were well spread.
The humans who lived in the forests and the barbarians who lived on high mountains, because of their living environments, believed in such doctrines.
Their population was not small at all.
The souls of those who believed in the doctrines of the Druids would gradually become spirits while they were alive, and when they died, they would break away from the administration of the Nether God.
No wonder the Nether God didn’t like the Druids.
As the Goddess of Death, it was her responsibility to administrate all human souls.
Roland was even happier after he figured that out. He even asked with a smile, “Will there be rewards if I give you more Druids?”
The Nether God turned her pretty face, as if she were surprised that Roland dared to bargain with her.
But she was a Lawful Good goddess anyway. After a brief stun, she said, “I can give you my favor.”
“I already have the favor of two goddesses.”
“Mine is better.” Sophie was absentminded for a while again. Then she said, “Come with me.”
She waved her hand and invoked an enormous force that dragged Roland down.
After both of them entered the spatial crevice, it finally disappeared due to the loss of divine power support. Once again, Roland came to the Netherworld. The sky was still a convergence of green and purple energy. The ground was still full of gray and dark rocks.
The Nether God dragged Roland along as she flew, until they reached a high cliff and entered a cave.
The whole time, Roland had been silent.
He knew that he couldn’t put up any resistance.
Besides, the Nether God didn’t seem malicious.
The cave was dark. It didn’t carry any smell except that of rocks.
It was very long and dark too. However, the Nether God’s glimmering body illuminated the environment within ten meters.
After flying for about three minutes, they dashed into a dazzling circle of light, and the environment brightened.
Roland found an enormous hollow before him.
Vines that were emitting cold light grew all over the cave walls, making it as bright as day. On the ground, there were green grasses, and at the very center of the place was a wooden cabin.
In front of the cabin, there was a round table.
Someone was seated next to the table. Roland looked at her, only to find that she had beautiful long hair and crimson eyes. She was none other than the True Ancestor of vampires.
He instantly turned cold.