Chapter 589 - Chapter 589: Chapter 525 Consecution "Mother of the Jungle (2/2)

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…”