Chapter 14 The Answer Is Inside

In front of the dark stone door decorated with a mysterious ring like ouroboros.

The witchers surrounded the mutant treant in anger.

Anti-magic metal chains bound it tightly.

Bladed leaves, glowing mushrooms, bright red berries, beautiful wreaths on umbrella-like branches, stagnant and sickly drooping.

And the man with the branches and bushes in the center of the trunk had a contemptuous sneer on his face.

Roy's question was ignored.

As if it was tied up with five flowers, it was the winner of this battle.

"You moldy and rotten wood, keep running away!"

Lambert touched his bald upper brow bone, shook his wrist suddenly, and swung his steel sword.

Swish-

Two branches as thick as arms on the crown of the tree broke and fell.

Green blood splash!

The fallen branches are like poisonous snakes that have been dismembered, squirming, struggling, and then withered and dead.

Yidalan cried out in pain, a circle of blood appeared in his fluorescent eyes, and he glanced at everyone nervously.

"What qualifications do you have to stare at us and shake your face?!"

puff-

Oaks' five fingers sketched an Igni, the flames boiled, the crown of the tree twisted in pain in the flames, and let out a whimper like a baby.

"I swore when I was soaking in the acid pool, you'd be in pain, double the pain we've suffered!"

"Humph!"

The tree face deformed its cheeks in pain, but still had a sarcastic smile.

"Everyone, don't be in a hurry to take revenge, let's clarify things first." Lesotho rubbed his bald head, and his amber pupils released a cold light.

"Idaran, although you will definitely die, if you cooperate honestly, you will be able to suffer less sin before you die." The Chinese said with a sigh, "Otherwise, I guarantee that you will enjoy a more exciting experience than the witcher's grass trial. "

The pair of eyes decorated with fluorescent mushrooms twitched, and the sparse green beard trembled.

"I admit that I underestimated you. Your combined strength is no less than that of the four first-generation witchers."

"But the fist is big enough, but the brain is empty." A pair of glittering fluorescent eyeballs calmly swept the pair of vertical pupils in front of them that were about to breathe fire. Short-sighted ants! Always trapped in a monotonous, flat world, unable to perceive the wonders of higher dimensions."

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Kalkstein raised his eyebrows with his hands on his hips, "Your Excellency is so obsessed with body modification and likes to spray feces, why don't I do it for you. It's too boring to be a tree. I graft your brain on the butt of the human-faced monster bird. Come on, at that time your mouth will have another function that suits your heart, so you won't be so stinky and hard-mouthed, right?"

Coral pinched a lock of hair with her fingertips, and the blue flames burned in her eyes, as if to ignite his tree trunk, "We will definitely treat your Excellency well - after all, you are an excellent experimental material."

"There are at least two thousand wonderful experiments waiting for you, and the acid is corroded, not even the side dishes."

"Don't worry, you can live a long time."

The stiff tree face finally revealed humiliating anger.

It gritted its teeth to avoid the people's direct gaze, and glanced at this dilapidated botanical garden, every bush and vine seemed to be beaten by frost, with nostalgia and heartache surging in its eyes.

Roy had an idea.

"To be honest, this botanical garden that you carefully nurtured will immediately turn into a sea of ​​rubble."

Five fingers outline.

A flame danced lively between his fingers.

The temperature in the air suddenly rose a few degrees,

"After solving you, we can also find the answer ourselves."

Yidalan's eyes widened suddenly, a vivid horror flashed across the withered tree's face.

He sighed bitterly.

"Our patience is limited..." Escal slapped its umbrella-like branches with a steel sword, "one more nonsense and I'll cut off your arm!"

"The four great masters, Arzu, what conspiracy are they planning?"

Roy asked.

"Using the so-called Supreme Fragment to develop a mysterious red light and purify the sins of the entire world?"

Everyone involuntarily looked at the closed stone gate behind it.

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"Breathe...breath...you have to promise me not to destroy the botanical garden. Then, say whatever I can."

He looked straight at Roy.

There was a hint of pleading in the crazy, irritable, angry eyes.

Everyone exchanged a look.

"You're not included..." Roy considered, "and it depends on how well you answer."

"Since I was caught, I never thought of living. Death is the end of life, but it is also the beginning of another. Roy, swear, I won't destroy this botanical garden again," Yidalan's eyes were calm and fearless, "With the honor of your most cherished witcher, swear by the shards within you!"

Roy thought for a while and did what he said.

Yidaran closed his eyes, was silent for a while, gave up his resistance, the tree body dissipated all the hostility, his expression was calm, and his sharp and gloomy voice became soothing.

"Let me correct one point first. The red light in your mouth is called the flame of purifying sin, which belongs to an ability extended from fragments. Unlike the soul-devouring tentacles developed by Roy, it will only purify the sinful people in this world. "

"What kind of existence is the Shard of the Supreme?" Kalkstein interjected.

"Supreme, that is, an existence that is above all dimensions. The infinite branches and leaves of the World Tree are controlled by it. This is the original words of Mr. Arzu, the original owner of the fragments."

"There is nothing I can do to explain further."

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"You all huddled in this dirty, stinky sewers. For more than 100 years, you have repeatedly shuttled through different battlefields to collect souls. Why?"

Roy asked.

"It's very simple, the soul is the nutrient, it can make the fragments grow and become complete, and awaken its true power. This is the same process that happened to you, you should have a deep understanding."

He sighed sadly, a trace of unwillingness on his face.

"If you hadn't stolen one of the shards, this ordeal would have ended years ago. But it's almost here..."

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"Come on? The four masters and your teacher are taking the final step?" Serret guessed, "Using the intact fragments, just like summoning the red light in the Mayena Forest, this time a large-scale purifying Homura, purify the whole world?"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and their eyes turned to Yidalan.

His answer was unexpected.

"It's useless to do this... It's very simple, even if you kill all the sinners in the world, this world will not become the ideal world. My teacher, the four great masters have lived for hundreds of years, so they are not so naive. "

Roy nodded, and he felt unbelievable when he guessed that the world was purifying.

Arzu, shouldn't it be so simple?

"Killing all the sinners, the tragedy that has happened cannot be undone." He continued, with a hint of melancholy in his voice, but his eyes shone with a strange brilliance, "The wrong choice in the past is difficult to correct."

"Idaran, be direct, don't make a fool of us!"

The witchers felt more and more uneasy.

"Lambert, didn't the high-sucking decoction cure your brain damage, you can't understand it so simple? They don't want to purify the world!" Aiden said.

"Our efforts from beginning to end are to complete the fragments and reproduce the miraculous power of the Most High."

"What do you mean? The teacher is unclear, because I didn't participate in the last step, and I stayed to guard the road for them."

"You're not qualified?" Lambert rubbed his naked forehead sarcastically.

"I'm very satisfied with the world and myself, and I don't need to make any changes. If it wasn't for Teacher Arzu, I wouldn't be involved in this action that lasted for a hundred years."

"You want to know the answer, the truth of the Supreme, the purpose of the four witcher masters, my teacher Alzu - why not go in and see for yourself..." Idaran was a little bewitched, while the wriggling crown rubbed back Going through the stone door, "All the answers are hidden inside. But you have to be mentally prepared... Observe, choose, follow your heart."

"Aren't you afraid that I will ruin your teacher's plan?" Roy interrupted.

"You came too late, the teacher's fragments are complete, but you are still incomplete, like the difference between the sky and the earth, how do you affect it?" Yidalan said firmly.

"Shh-"

Three branches were broken.

Serrit smashed several red berries that rolled down with another foot.

Idaran wailed and cried,

"I understand, you tried your best to fool us into entering, don't you just want us to be burned to ashes by the flame of purifying?"

The face of the tree suddenly tensed, and the pair of fluorescent twinkling eyes slowly swept over the people present.

"I understand that most people in the world, including all of you, don't have clean butts! But there is not a single ray of purifying flames in it, for the earth under my feet, for this beautiful and dreamy botanical garden, for my sacred poplar body I swear... you have already defeated me and come to this point, do you want to give up halfway?"

Geralt put his arms around his chest and said suddenly, "If he had the flame of purging, he should have used it against us long ago."

Yidalan continued, "I regard you as enemies, but the masters of the Griffin, Snake, and Wolf sects, my teacher, don't think so. For so many years, they have never been hostile to you, and adhering to the principle of non-contact, Do not disturb attitude." Gu

"They won't make a special arrangement to harm you!"

The crowd was silent.

The feelings for the four great masters are extremely complicated.

"If you let go of the botanical garden, I will open the door for you to meet in person and open your eyes."

"The teacher has repeatedly emphasized that there is a huge danger lurking in the door. If you step in, you won't be able to get out unless you reach the end. But danger and opportunity coexist. You can only find it yourself."

It trembled against the canopy of the stone gate, and it seemed extremely weak and weak to separate a few branches, and pressed the ring on the stone gate.

Gollum--

The stone door was separated from top to bottom, revealing a dense fog that was gray, thick and squirming like cotton wool, blocking the world inside the door, and it was impossible to see it from two meters away.

But Roy's temples kept jumping, and in this fog, an illusion he had seen before flashed again.

The four men with their backs to him lingered on the edge of the cliff.

The abyss beneath his feet is boundless, and the sky is entwined with blood and sun.

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"Hey, Roy, aren't you really going to go in?" Aiden rubbed his smooth chin and patted his shoulder.

And Coral looked at him with bright eyes and shook his head.

Roy took a deep breath and looked at the crowd and explained, "Intuition tells me that the answer is in it. If you miss this time, you will forever lose the chance to find out."

Cohen took a step forward and walked to the tree. "Master Ellan is there. I must see him...for Kelda, for Geron Mollu, and for myself."

"What if you have three strengths and two weaknesses, what will Igsena do?" Escal grabbed his arm,

"Brother, help me take care of her."

"..."

"Don't keep Your Excellency Ivar Evil Eye waiting..."

The silent bald man stepped forward, his tone unquestionable,

"I also want to see the power of Anahad." The owl clenched the steel sword, walked to the gate, and reached out to caress the erratic mist.

"Master Aigar sent a personal reminiscence..." A trace of nostalgia appeared on Vesemir's much younger cheeks.

"Well, count me in!" Lambert sighed and walked over to the old man.

"Come back to Lambert!" Serrit dragged the bald head of the wolf school back. "Each school will send one person, and the rest will stay where they are!"

"Aren't you kidding? Roy and Leto, why are there two Snake Pies?"

"Are you a fool? Roy is different!"

"Stop arguing, man, just do it like this, I, Leto, Vesemir, Owl, and Cohen go in. The rest will stay and take care of Idalan!" Roy made a final decision, turning around and holding the sorceress's cold in his left hand. The hand, the right hand caressed the hair behind her head, the forehead touched her forehead, the silver-gray pupils, the azure eyes staring at her,

"I promise to come back intact."

"Um."

The sorceress grinned, her blue eyes shining with trust.

He never let himself down.

"What are you doing, everyone, it's not parting from life or death!" Oaks clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, grinning and showing a bright smile, "Before we were shot and corroded into bones, we are all back alive!"

"This time is no exception!"

He grabbed Roy's shoulder suddenly and shook it.

"The chief advisor of the Brotherhood, everyone will leave it to you. You must bring back a lot! Otherwise, it will make you look good!"

...

Until the five people disappeared into the fog, the branches of the alder tree withdrew from the ring of the tail stone.

The door, which was divided into two halves, rumbled and moved, and the central ring swirled and closed.

Strictly fit.

card wipe...

The stone gate is completely closed.

Lambert, Oaks, and even the sorceress looked at Idalan's tree face with a fierce look.

Start gearing up.

"What I said before, I'm going to split you into wood and burn it into carbon!"

But there was no fear on the latter's shriveled cheeks, and the fluorescent pupils reflected a martyr-like perseverance and enthusiasm.

"Die in a transformed body... My soul will be with the most proud work. Come and set me free... But don't forget your promises!"

The witcher drew his silver sword.

"Everyone, it won't be too late to solve it when everyone returns safely." Calkestein gave Idalan a warm smile, "Idalan, I will finally call you a master. Let's talk about it, my research on you is in your mind. The knowledge you have collected, the information and literature you have collected, are of great interest.”

"It would be a pity for you to die like this. Why don't you be generous before you die and make some contribution to the entire magic circle?"

...

A mist as cold as running water brushed against the skin.

The door rattled.

But five seconds.

Roy was separated from the other four companions.

It was obvious that they were holding hands to form a human wall.

Inexplicably absent-minded, there was only a white, boundless thick fog around him. With his excellent vision piercing the night, he could only see two or three meters around him.

The witcher's senses were out of order, and he couldn't catch a single ribbon.

"Lesso, Vesemir!"

Roy yelled.

However, the sound drifted not far before it was engulfed by this moving fog.

It's so weird that you can't hear the slightest echo.

He lost his way in the tumbling sea of ​​mist, wandering aimlessly by pure instinct.

I don't know how long it took.

An indescribable sense of confusion rose in Roy's heart.

Five groups of bright rays of light lit up in the fog ahead, not far from each other, like five sea lighthouses drenched in water.

The radiance and brightness emitted vary from strong to weak.

Roy shouted a few more times, but didn't respond.

So I followed my intuition and walked towards the largest and brightest "lighthouse" in my opinion!

At the same time, Lesso, Vesemir, Owl, and Cohen, who were lost in the fog, also chose different lighthouses of their own.

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When Roy made a choice in his heart.

The mist around them gradually dissipated eerily.

He appeared in a blooming garden.

The sun in the sky was red and glowing with warm golden light.

Where?

Am I not in the closed gate of the sewer, why did I suddenly appear outside.

Fantasy?

He tried to run the magic in his body, and it was smooth and easy.

Taking a deep breath, the fragrant floral fragrance wafted through his nostrils, the breeze brushed his cheeks, and the sun gave him a healthy blush.

If all this is an illusion, then the creator is probably a god.

Thinking of this, a roar suddenly came from a rose garden not far away.

"Son of a whore!"

A young and fierce voice rang out.

Roy turned his eyes--

Around the flowerbed were three eleven- or twelve-year-old children. A young master with neatly trimmed hair in a sumptuous silk coat, and a princess-like girl with hairpins and ruffled tutu skirts.

A boy with a dull expression was poked with his fingertips and cursed.

"Bitch!"

"Ugly bastards popping out of the mud!"

Roy walked over slowly.