Chapter 182 The Demigod Closest to God

"We held on, we really held on!"

"Look, the black moon is disappearing!"

"Haha, I told you I'd get through this."

"It's finally over..."

As the black moon in the sky disappeared, cheers instantly spread throughout the forest base.

They never imagined that one day they would be able to survive the Black Moon so easily. It felt like a dream.

Although everyone had a tired look on their face, they were also uncontrollably excited. They sat on the ground, talking and laughing.

Outside the base, a large number of black beast corpses were piled up into mountains, while some had slowly dissipated, leaving only pieces of glowing soul fragments.

"Huh? There are so many soul fragments this time?"

Brent, who was cleaning up the battlefield, made a puzzled sound.

He had an illusion that the black moon this time seemed to absorb less souls.

Because in previous Black Moons, he would have to kill dozens of black beasts before a soul fragment would appear, but now the ground is full of soul fragments, with one appearing for almost every ten black beasts.

"What's wrong? Isn't it good to have more soul fragments?"

The guards next to him picked up the fragments happily, as these were all good things that could be used to improve their strength.

As mentioned before, they only need to hand in half of the soul fragments they obtain from killing, and the remaining half can be distributed by themselves. Isn't it better if the more the better?
"Is it possible that the souls of the black beasts in the Death Forest are more powerful?" another guard followed up.

"maybe."

Brent nodded, without thinking too much, and continued to collect the soul fragments scattered on the ground, as well as some black animal furs and bones that had not dissipated, intending to use them to make some self-defense weapons and equipment.

At this time, the magician team responsible for guarding the entrance to the nest also hurried over from a distance, each of them looking radiant with joy.

"Brent, let me tell you, this place is really amazing! The concentration of magical elements is almost dozens of times that of Crescent City. Many of us have advanced!" said the old wizard who led the team excitedly.

"Advanced?"

Brent looked at the mages who had reached level three or four behind him, and said in surprise: "Is it really as exaggerated as you say?"

He is a warrior and cannot mobilize magic power, but he can see magical elements with substance, which seem to be much more dense than those in Crescent City.

"It's more than exaggerated. The element concentration is dozens of times higher. Do you know what this means?" the old wizard said excitedly.

"What does it mean?"

"What potential!" The old wizard looked disappointed. "With such conditions, this place will definitely become a magical holy land in the future, attracting more and more magicians and high-level professionals to settle here!"

The longer he stayed here, the more he could feel the unusualness of this place, and there was even a hint of fanaticism and reverence in his eyes.

Because he knew very well that all this must be related to the mysterious city lord.

A person who can create such a magical holy land must have magical attainments far beyond theirs, even to a level far beyond their imagination. In the eyes of these magicians, he is no different from a god!

It also strengthened their determination to stay here.

but.

After saying these words.

The old wizard's excitement gradually faded, and he put on a puzzled expression: "It's just a little strange, it seems that there are too many soul fragments of Black Moon this time."

"You discovered it too?" Brent asked in surprise, and told him about his situation.

After comparing the two sides, it was found that there were indeed many more soul fragments than usual, so many that it was a little abnormal.

Because in theory, when the Black Moon appears, most of the soul power of the dead black beasts will be drawn away, thereby purifying the Black Moon, so the soul fragments left behind are pitifully few.

But this time it was very abnormal.

Not only did the number of soul fragments increase, but the way the Black Moon affected them also changed, and they would experience horrific hallucinations just by looking at it.

This has never happened before.

Even Rhodes at the Moon Goddess Altar discovered this problem while cleaning the battlefield, and looked puzzled.

"Is it really because of the changes caused by the explosion of Black Moon last time?"

Rhodes held a soul fragment and looked in the direction where the black moon disappeared.

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the black moon was still there, but they just couldn’t see it.

This cyclical change, which was more regular than his period, even made him wonder if there was a void monster lying outside, sticking its mouth in and devouring his soul every month.

The monster's mouth was the black moon they saw.

So this time you’re full and have no appetite?

“That doesn’t seem right…”

Rhodes looked thoughtful. He remembered that when they climbed the Sky Tree before, they had reached a place very close to the void, and did not see any shadow of any giant beast there.

Could it be that it is really as the druids said, that the original moon has transformed?

But why does it only appear once a month?
And specifically when the moon is full?
"I don't understand."

“I really don’t understand.”

Rhodes shook his head and walked back towards the altar.

But at this moment, Augla's big head came over from the side.

"What are you confused about? Sir Rhodes, are you having any problems?"

The sudden appearance of this big face startled Rhodes, and his face turned black immediately.

"Fuck you, big head ghost, don't show up out of nowhere and scare me!"

boom!
Rhodes punched Augla on the head.

Alpha, who followed, almost laughed out loud, but forced himself to hold it back in order to maintain his cool and aloof dragon image.

After coughing twice, he spoke again: "The battlefield outside has been cleaned up. Apart from some injuries, there were no casualties. The reclaimed land is intact." "Really? That's good."

Hearing that the personnel and the seeds that had been sown were saved, Rhodes felt much better. It was worth it for him to work so hard during this period.

In the next month, he can finally start to vigorously develop urban construction and water conservancy projects, and he needs more manpower.

At the same time, he had to quickly upgrade to level three and go to Dreamland to see if he could find any information about the Black Moon Incident and the Dream Weaver.

This is to avoid a situation where too many people go crazy and his newly built city is thrown into chaos.

After all, no matter who he is, there is still a masochist in his subconscious mind. The more you don't let him look at the moon, the more he wants to look at it. It's simply courting death.

“There’s a lot to do during this period of time.”

Rhodes simply organized his thoughts and knew what to do next.

While they were talking, the little guys came running to them from outside, all of them holding pieces of soul fragments, dragon balls and other things in front of him as if to seek credit.

Take a closer look at Goodfellas.

Compared to before the Black Moon, their aura had become even stronger, and it was obvious that they had made great efforts in resisting the black beast.

"Did you guys team up to provoke the black beast's den?"

Looking at the things they were holding, Rhodes didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

They selected a few pieces of higher quality and kept them, and gave them black fruits as rewards. Then they dispersed and took the soul fragments to feed the jungle souls.

In the blink of an eye.

A large number of spiritual creatures were born in the woods, roaming among the various plantations, making the spiritual energy of the entire forest much higher.

"So the increase in soul creatures will also increase mental strength?"

Rhodes was surprised. It was the first time he noticed this change.

Because he had not harvested many soul fragments during the previous black moons, the changes were not very obvious.

But this time, the number of fragments increased, allowing him to sense the changes in the woods at a glance.

"That should be the case." Alpha, who once lived in the Dream Forest, took over and said, "Before the forest was polluted, soul life was the mainstream in the forest, and those with physical bodies like those outside were relatively rare."

"Where did all those souls go?" Augla asked curiously.

Rhodes also had the same question.

It is said that the Dream Forest is a spiritual plane, but apart from the new souls born here and foreign souls like Augla and others, he has never seen a native soul life on the black soil.

Even though the Dream Forest has been polluted and the spiritual level has become lower, it shouldn't be the case that not even a single one is left, right?

"In fact, you have already seen those soul lives." Alpha said slowly.

"See you? Where?"

The two looked around in confusion.

Finally, as if he had thought of something, his eyes suddenly fixed on the corpses of the black beasts that had not yet completely disappeared.

"You mean... the black beast?"

"Yes, it's the black beast."

Alpha nodded seriously: "Souls polluted by the black soil will transform into entities. This is why the black beasts you see have flesh and blood. In fact, they were all souls living in the forest at the beginning, and some were foreign souls that did not have time to escape."

"Then why is there not even a single survivor? This shouldn't be possible, right?" Augula smacked his lips, shocked by the news.

In other words, the souls of his people were polluted and turned into black beasts, which is why they turned into dead trees.

"I'm not sure about that. Maybe they are all dead, or they are living somewhere we don't know."

Alpha was actually very confused about why there was no soul life on the black soil.

He thought that it might be because the black soil had a greater erosion on the soul, and he also guessed that some kind of accident had occurred, but neither could explain why there was not even a native soul.

"Do you think it's possible that the residents of Dream Town are the surviving souls in the woods?"

Suddenly, Rhodes' voice came from the side.

The two people who were guessing were both stunned, and then their eyes widened slightly.

"Hiss~ It seems possible!"

"Based on your previous description, this is indeed possible."

According to the information they have received during this period, the fourth demigod, Dream Weaver, should be best at weaving dreams.

Moreover, his name is strongly related to the Dream Forest. It is said that he was once called the most powerful demigod under the Moon Goddess, and his divine power is very close to that of a true god.

If that kind of existence exists, it is indeed possible to do such an incredible thing.

"Do you want to go over there and take a look?" Alpha asked solemnly.

"Of course I will go, but I have to wait until things here are settled and I reach level three before I go."

Rhodes naturally didn't want to place a time bomb near the altar, but based on the last investigation, if he, a level 2 level player, rushed in rashly, even Alpha might not be able to guarantee his safety.

Because the people there are wise!
The best way is to clarify the issue of confusing black and white so that the indigenous people no longer mistake them for nightmares.

Thinking of this, Rhodes looked at Alpha and asked, "How was it when you flew over there before?"

"No." Alpha shook his head. "I tried many times. As soon as I entered the foggy area, I immediately lost my sense of direction. No matter how I flew, I couldn't get in."

"So the only way to get there is by the road I took before?"

Rhodes sighed. This place ruled by the Dream Weaver was really not simple.

He was thinking of trying to go in from the outside, but it seemed like that wasn't going to work.

He is worthy of being the most powerful among the four demigods. He is indeed different from others.

(End of this chapter)