Chapter 156: Yggdrasil 3

"Is this the World Tree?"

After a long walk across the underground cave, Reina could finally see the huge tree.

In the normal circumstance, the tree's leaves had to be lush green and large in size, touching the ceiling of the cave, but due to the changes, the leaves were long dead, leaving behind the grey and bare branches.

Legend had it that the World Tree was so huge and beautiful that it could cover the entire world, but seeing its current condition, it was hard to even imagine.

"How did it end up dead like this?"

At the question of Reina, Erwin answered after a long sigh,

"At the end of the mythical age, it was said that there were a few contentions among the Gods. And that to avoid the fight, one was said to have concealed himself."

The battle of the two Gods, symbolizing the Light and Darkness, was said to be the reason why Aether had divided.

As a result, he decided to hide the World Tree underground to protect himself, and that led to the natural disasters such as earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions to destroy the continent.

"Why did the fight even happen between the Gods?" Asked Reina.

"Devil God, who was born in the Darkness tried to destroy everything in the existing world to create a place that would suit him. But he was knocked down by El Kassel and the world was preserved."

When the two people were talking, Sylvia who looked around, went close to them and said,

"This place is safe. I don't see any monsters here."

Erwin immediately prepared the ceremony.

After a week's hard work, she had brought out various objects and magic items which she stored in the subspace ring, and began to draw magic circles around the World Tree.

When a huge circle of 10 meters in diameter was drawn, she pointed to the center of the altar.

"Please go over there and stand. When I send you a sign, you can trigger the Earth's Tear as my teacher has taught you."

"Understood." Replied Reina.

Reina gulped and went to stand at the altar.

Her face was stiff with nervousness and anxiety.

She was there to keep her promise, but that didn't mean that she wasn't supposed to be scared.

Didn't Erenes tell her?

When the door to the Spirit World was opened with Earth's Tear, no one could know what would happen.

At worst, she may turn mad, or die being unable to handle the power of the spirits.

Even then, she wanted to keep the promise she had made, making two fists while she kept telling herself,

'Everything will be fine, I need to think of Lord Luke, and not give up hope.'

Reina remembered what Erenes had told her before coming to the place.

Once Reina seemed ready, Erwin began to perform the ceremony.

Injecting magic into the pre-made core of the magic circle, the magic stones around the circle began to light up with rumbling sounds.

"'M Ylistaen kaunis saa. Elvytettiin uudelleen maailma oli katkaistuna siteet menneeseen~!"

Erwin began to chant something in ancient fairy language which seemed very much like a song.

The song was elegant and beautiful in its own way.

At one point, the body of the World Tree which was dying shook and began to react a little.

"Please start!"

At the signal from Erwin, Reina triggered Earth's Tears.

Wheeing?!

Reina's body revealed a mysterious tattoo which had never been present before, and a fierce wind began to blow in every direction.

The wind of pure spirit power, which was never felt in the earth, swallowed her and the World Tree.

The moment the last magic circle began to light up, Reina's appearance disappeared from the group of fairies.

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The western end of the Rhodesia continent.

There was a desert of heat beyond the green meadows, which was never visited by the people because of the monsters it sheltered.

In the middle of the desert land was a stone castle, where only the sun's rays and lush sands could be seen.

In the old, mossy castle, there were bizarre statues one either side with a man walking between them.

The man, who was wearing a brown robe which had been embroidered with golden thread, passed through the desolate garden which was filled with stone statues and entered a building.

Kiik!

He who entered the hall knelt in front of the chair.

"Have you called me, ancestor?"

"Kul kul kul, yes. The. Thing. I asked. You. To prepare. Did you. Get. It?"

Skeleton Lich was the one seated on the chair.

He was Arsene, whose upper half of the body had been blown away by Erenes's strike.

After he fled from the Dark Moon Magic tower, he hid in the desert castle waiting to recover from the injury he had sustained. He was preparing for a revenge ritual during the stay.

"Why would I neglect it? Here it is."

That time, Veritas Magic Tower's Meister Albert pushed the vial forward with his trembling hands.

Shh.

The glass vial which left his hand flew and settled into the hands of Arsene.

Arsene looked very pleased and full of life having the vial in his possession.

"Kukk, at last. With. This. I'm finally. Complete."

What Albert had brought with him was the potion of resurrection, which had been made with the blood of hundreds of priests and thousands of fairies.

It took 200 years for the potion to turn concentrated after extracting the deity power from the priests and the vitality of the fairies.

It took a lot of time as they had to avoid the eyes of many creatures to catch the elves who were hiding in the forests, and deep in the continent, but eventually the Veritas Magic tower had done it.

"With this. I can. Wake. Them. Up."

Arsene, feeling good, got up from the seat and descended into the basement of the stone castle.

There were two large coffins in the room.

A knight wearing a golden armor in one of the coffins, and in the other was a wizard wearing the typical wizard robes, their bodies immersed with green liquid.

Srrr.

Approaching the coffin, The Lich poured the resurrection blood from the vial into the coffin.

Watching the liquid mix, Arsene began to memorize the spell.

As the liquid began to boil, the spell kept ongoing.

'Will we succeed?'

Albert was thinking to himself while seeing Arsene perform.

If the ancient cursed technique could be a success and the two of them were revived, the Veritas magic tower would be able to dominate the entire continent.

Arsene, who memorized the lengthy spell, spread his hands to the sky and cried,

"Rise up. From. the Abyss. of Hell, deceased. Lion! The souls. Beyond. the law. of death! I. Arsene, will. let you. Breath. again! Open your. Eyes. And. Stand!"

Whaaak!

The coffin lit up at one point.

After a while, it seemed like nothing was happening, but that was when it happened.

The corpses in the two coffins came alive as they opened their eyes.

Sitting in the coffin, they began to move their legs and come out of the coffin, the two dead creatures reached Arsene and knelt in front of him.

"I see my Master."

"Loyalty to my Master!"

Arsene went mad with happiness as he saw the two being resurrected.

"At last. My guardians. Have come. Alive! Kukkkkk!"

Arsene who kept on laughing pointed to the ceiling and said,

"You two. Show me. Your skills."

Arsene ordered them because he wanted to know if the ritual was truly successful. In the previous try, the ritual had failed.

The knight in the golden armor pulled out a sword and wielded it.

Kwakwakwa!

With golden aura flashing, half the stone castle got blown away.

But that wasn't the end.

The middle-aged wizard wielded a whip of dark energy and melted the other half of the castle.

Arsene was very pleased with their strength, and it was all thanks to the thousands of deaths for the potion to be complete.

"Just wait, Erenes. I will. Capture. All. Your fairies. With my. Dark magic. And take them. As offerings. I will!"

Arsene gritted his teeth and spoke to the guardians who were staring at him,

"You will. Be in. the. Forefront. Standing. In front. Of me. You two. Will sweep. Off any. Obstacles that will come. My way!"

"Yes, master!"

Arsene and Albert began to leave the castle.

Albert seeing the two guardians take lead, asked,

"Ancestor, I have a question."

"Those men. What. Is their. Original. Identity. Right?"

Albert nodded. Arsene spoke with pride,

"Warrior. And. Devil King."

"Sorry?"

"Those. Two are. The very. Rakan. And. Saymon."

Surprised by the words of Arsene, Albert went silent.

The two resurrected guardians were over 500 years ago and were living beings before, and they were taking their steps once again towards an ever-changing world.

The forces who would be called as a disaster.