Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Chapter 310 Breaking the Restriction and Stabilizing Order

Not even close.

Moche thought to himself, his mind hazy with intense pain from the separation of the spiritual embryo.

The warm, soft bed enveloped him tightly, and the most primal vitality flowed into his body continuously, filling the empty space, just like the spirit embryo did.

That is why he was able to perceive the thoughts and emotions of the World Tree.

[The agent has left... Now!]

The interior space began to shake violently, and then the whole thing flipped over.

However, the space did not become chaotic due to the flipping; instead, it became more stable.

The translucent tree trunk stood upright in the endless darkness, with the collection of spheres bearing the memories of the World Tree perfectly stacked together, decreasing in number from bottom to top. At the very top, there was only one large and crystal clear sphere.

This is the World Tree's response to the "coercion" from the Creator God that Moshe had previously noticed.

The most important part of the tree is flipped over, allowing its roots to temporarily detach from the celestial body created by the creator god, thus avoiding the erosion of divine and magical power. Then, it draws on the nutrients it has created and grows in reverse.

It felt like a spacecraft that had been floating in the air for a long time had finally landed safely, filled with a sense of relief as if one had survived a disaster.

This was entirely within Mocher's expectations.

Leo Potter and his companions are resolving the strange events in the Land of Mordor and have made significant progress, effectively halting the increase in magical energy concentration. Meanwhile, the World Tree's purification range continues to expand, directly wresting control of its creations from the Creator God, making its power more concentrated and virtually omnipresent.

In this situation, no matter how much the temple strengthens its restrictions, it cannot escape the creations it generates.

The land beneath their feet, the air they breathe, the flowers and plants they cultivate... it can be said that everything within the purification range has established a close connection with the World Tree.

The stronger the power contained in the environment, the more nutrients are supplied to the World Tree.

Is the World Tree about to achieve complete victory?

[If there's a chance, let's meet again, young chieftain of the witch clan.]

Unlike the chaotic exterior, the World Tree's voice sounded exceptionally clear within the tranquil interior space.

Perhaps it was because of its abundant energy and vitality that its thoughts became active, conveying a relaxed and cheerful mood to Moche.

[good. ]

Mocher strained to concentrate and gave an extremely brief reply.

They all knew that this was just an undecided wish.

The World Tree is the original creation of the Creator God that supports the entire world. The nutrients it absorbs not only promote its own growth but also nourish the derivative creations in nature.

Can it achieve a complete victory?

The answer is obvious: no.

As the World Tree said, while breaking the restrictions set by the Creator God and gaining freedom, it will also suffer a backlash and fall into a deep sleep.

Its physical form will grow uncontrollably until its consciousness awakens.

Human life is but a hundred years, which is just a moment to the World Tree.

If it weren't for an ordinary human body, but rather a body flowing with pure Wu clan blood, perhaps there would be a day when we meet again. Moshe thought to himself.

Om-!

An icy blue light appeared accompanied by a buzzing sound, and several messages flooded into the communicator, flashing incessantly, urging Moshe to check.

At the same time, the inner wall of the warm bed suddenly tightened, adhering to Moshe's skin, and the temperature rose rapidly.

An invisible warm current filled the interior space, turning it into a dark ocean.

So warm...

Moche's consciousness was too weak to hold on; his eyelids twitched slightly, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

The space was teeming with life and surging with energy. No matter how the warm current washed over it, the large tree in the very center, laden with round spheres, remained unmoved.

A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the darkness, slowly emerging from the deepest part of the ocean.

A bright green fruit, half-wrapped in soft leaves, floats on the sea.

A strange phenomenon has occurred.

The round balls that were originally hanging steadily on the branches suddenly started moving on their own without any wind, swaying like bells and colliding with each other to make a crisp sound.

Countless threads grow from the fruit's skin, winding upwards and naturally connecting to each sphere.

Immediately afterwards, the threads merged into the darkness, and the spheres moved with the drifting fruit, eventually detaching from the tree and falling one after another.

There was no solid ground in the space; a deep, dark hole had formed somewhere, near the tree.

As expected, the fruit fell right in.

As it plummeted, the threads tightened, and the spheres once again coalesced into a massive mass.

Boom boom——!

A violent sound suddenly rang out, and people looked in shock in one direction.

That incomparably sacred and magnificent architectural complex, the holy place where faith gathered—the temple—was reduced to ashes under the sunlight.

The towering buildings disappeared, and the blocked light was freed.

People only came to their senses when the powder was smeared on their faces. They carefully stepped over the broken paving stones and peered curiously through the wall of men formed by the patrolling soldiers.

Under a blue sky and bright sunshine, amidst the ruins, shards of glass refracted a rainbow of colors, blurring the view and creating the illusion of admiring a romantic painting.

"High Priestess Vesa." Princess Sigurdlifa approached High Priestess Vesa and called out softly.

The elderly man in the high priest's uniform simply stared in surprise at the spot where the dome had once been, without responding.

Sigurdlifa frowned slightly and turned to ask the middle-aged priest who had previously been in charge of guiding the treasure, "What exactly happened?"

The middle-aged priest was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth, his face deathly pale as he muttered to himself, "The temple... has disappeared, how could this be? Could it be that we failed in our duties, and the Creator God has punished us?"

Perhaps only those who were inside the temple at the time knew what had happened. Sigurdlifa understood the situation after a moment's thought.

She looked up at the person who had come in. "Luo Mai, how are the citizens?"

"Everything is proceeding smoothly." Romai, a member of the Royal Knights White Star Squad and a subordinate of Sigurdlifa, had previously explained the uses of the Eye of Insight replica to the children of the Macintosh family.

"The disaster situation in the suburbs and near suburbs has been prioritized for control. Unfortunately, two people died, an elderly woman and a child. Dozens were injured, but none of them are in life-threatening condition."

"The magicians and doctors are doing their best to treat the injured citizens. The ground has been restored to a smooth state with magic, but the damaged buildings cannot be directly restored. Temporary accommodations can only be built on the spot for the citizens to live in."

"The compensation applications from residents in both suburban and outlying areas are currently being verified. We have learned about the residents' special circumstances, and we will submit additional documents to provide further details."

The young noblemen who were nearby and had slightly better hearing suddenly looked at him strangely after hearing these words.

He didn't dare look at Sigurdlifa directly, and could only focus his gaze on Romai, expressing his dissatisfaction with his eyes, as if to say, "Why do you care about the lives of those guys in the suburbs?"

Luo Mai, seemingly oblivious, continued reporting with an unchanged expression: "We discovered the markings of the Rebel Organization amidst the chaos. They appear to be planning something, targeting the young nobles of the Royal City."

Ho!

The young nobleman's eyes widened slightly, he gasped, and quickly looked away.

It wasn't that he was truly afraid of the rebellious organization "Rebel," but rather that once someone was targeted by Rebel, it was as if they were branded with an indelible mark. This mark would eventually become the subject of gossip at aristocratic banquets, and even the common folk in the market taverns would talk about it for three days straight.

"Well done." Sigurdlifa turned around leisurely with her arms crossed, watching the young nobleman's guilty departing figure.

She raised her head slightly, and her red eyes, illuminated by the sunlight, appeared crystal clear, like the finest blood-red rubies.

"This is the kind of stable order we should have."