Life and death.

What Fang Zhu saw in the twinkling starlight was the essence of Teraka. His fingertips seemed to have touched the secret of a world. Between thousands of thoughts, a seed was born in the center of this world.

Then branches grow from the gray tree heart.

The seeds of giant trees are born with new buds, and branches burst out from the branches that run across the sky. They are the birth that sprouts from ancient times and the past events told in that distant era.

The shadow in the forest stood steeply, silent.

One moment he saw the black-haired girl again. She closed her eyes, the leaves withered yellow and fell, hanging on the water, and flowed quietly in the long river with her fate.

The forest withered, the shadows collapsed, and the gray branches on the holy trees spread, retelling the story of life and death after the arrival of winter. It was the death of the forest, and then the times were repeated, and life and death were intertwined.

Thousands of miles away, surrounded by green fields.

The meadow forms waves, floating clouds cover the hills, the cloud walls rise and fall, and below the hills, an elf girl with a veil looks at this scene in surprise—

A hint of surprise appeared in his gentle eyes.

Outside the carriage, the tall lion knight sat in the driver's seat, holding its long mane with a breeze, and the brass rings jingled as the carriage swayed rhythmically.

"Red—"

The lion man heard the sound from the carriage, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked back.

The sky is thousands of miles long, blue as blue as washing. The wind is carrying grass leaves and far away news, and is spiraling up to the sky, bringing the light and pleasant sound to every corner of the continent.

Off the field—

A group of people in different clothes were standing up from the audience.

The elves raised their heads and looked at them without looking away, as if they were attracted by the scene above. They had completely forgotten everything around them and were watching the scene with shocking eyes.

They were wearing traditional clothes of the giant tree hills, with green patterns on their silver robes, with mitral pendants hanging on their pointed ears and foreheads, with long hair hanging down, and their silver eyes seemed to be filled with the light of stars.

If anyone recognizes these elves, they will know that they were the Sanshak delegation who arrived in the empire with Forin's team. However, the leader of the team was not like an envoy, but like a respected holy tree offering.

The old elf chief priest held a grey branch in his hand, and his wrinkled hands kept trembling.

In the Temple of Tarn Tree.

The tree attendants stared at the grey branches growing on the statue.

The branches wind up along the lady's wrist, blooming new white leaves and buds. It is like a vine stick, and it also nurtures withered and susheng.

Many people turned around and ran out.

Ms. Forest is casting her eyes.

The giant tree that witnessed the Battle of Byrne, survived war and disaster. On the charred scars on its southern side, the ecchymn named Osiris is gradually shrinking. The port workers who witnessed this scene are like petrification.

People looked at Su Sheng, who was gray-white tree tissue, overshadowed the dark death and scars at a speed visible to the naked eye. The trees trembled happily, and countless branches and leaves made rustling sounds.

The long bells sounded from the harbor.

Many people saw that patrol cavalry first dispatched, and then those elves who were usually very low-key also appeared on the streets.

Under the protection of the cavalry, they were walking towards the city center.

Underground of the heart of the mountain.

The trees opened their eyes one by one, and the forest became turbulent, as if something unusual was happening.

The short monster Gu Wei suddenly felt the root branch behind him surging, disturbing his nap. He got up from the ground and looked at what was happening behind him in confusion?

But there, the heart of the tree, Mun Yarit, was awakening, and its old wood grain was loosening, revealing a solemn look, and turning its swaying eyes in one direction.

Gu Wei gestured and asked what happened to this big tree?

Moon Yarit sighed quietly, "I saw shadows growing, death grew from the holy tree, and insects chewed at the bottom of the world. Winter is coming, little guy."

Gu Wei seemed to understand it. It was born underground and had never seen what severe winter and ice and snow are. It could not tell the abstract concepts of death and life, but most of the time, insects had seen some.

Then it felt a powerful force descending.

The short monster was so scared that he leaned on the ground with his head tremblingly.

"You are here-"

Tree Heart Moon Yarit said in that direction.

But in the sea of ​​trees, Fang Yu knew nothing about what happened outside. He only focused on all the bets in front of him with all his own efforts.

Watching the metal spread like a branch, like a cold dead object being given life, forming a tone of black and white, and finally intertwining the other arm of the structure.

An arm that resembles a human female has begun to take shape.

It is smaller and much weaker than the other arm, but it seems to breed endless power-

The precious metal that can grow by itself forms its muscles and bones, the mitral containing magic is connected to its skin, and the star wood forms its veins.

Then the lattice was built in an orderly manner under the command of the square pluck. Finally, the cold iron extended out a beautiful heat dissipation structure as the grid, with runes intertwined.

It is very different from the other demon's arm, but it has a strange beauty, like the gentleness of a girl, with slender and symmetrical fingertips, and the arms are forged with metal, but they present a wood texture.

Weiyu watched the birth of this scene in surprise.

"This is……"

Alchemists can understand each other's language, just like art expression, what is written in design is thought, and the flow of ether and the fit of elements have determined the tone of a work.

The skilled craftsmen can see the secrets contained in it at a glance.

But the bursting inspiration still made Weiyu's heart tremble. He turned around and exchanged the shocking expressions in his eyes with Shui Wuming beside him.

Beneath the precious materials is a clever conception, which is the essence of life that is seen from the heart of the holy tree Teraka. It is like a loud sound, weaving an invisible symbol into a turbulent and thoughtful world.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! At first, only a little ripples were created.

But instead, a storm was set off.

Everything has birth and death, and the glory of the past is reflecting today's withering. "It breeds life and death, destruction and protection at the same time," said Shui Wuming. "It seems weak, but in fact it contains endless possibilities. Is this the main structure..."

She hesitated and said, "I just think it's a bit strange..."

Fang Yu looked at Weiyu.

A glimmer of light flashed in Weiyu's eyes, and an inspiration burst out from his heart. Geniuses always resonate with each other, feeling inspiration from one inspiration, like a spider web, thus interweaving a possibility.

"I'll try it." He made up his mind and spoke.

Fang Zhu nodded.

There is still a tacit understanding between the two.

The young alchemist pondered slightly and made a decision that those precious things were not necessarily precious, but for him, it might be an opportunity to open the door.

Wei Yu stretched out his hand and pointed it lightly at the junction of his arms, like light lines rippling on the water surface, and a silver mesh spread out in all directions with his fingertips as the center.

A "heart" appeared in his palm.

The amber crystal reflects the precise structure, which is the constant magic furnace.

But a tremor suddenly passed by Fang Zhu, and he held his breath. The intertwined vein was not ordinary, it also came from a legendary inspiration - contact.

Everything is connected.

That is the basic theory of Ethernet distribution.

Weiyu and he were from the Kapuka Craftsmen Association. The two were born in the same school and had similar understandings about Ether.

But Fang Yu was so shocked that he couldn't breathe. He widened his eyes and looked at the senior brother of his classmates. It was understandable that he used legendary inspiration on his own composition. But the other party-

He turned around and smiled gently at him:

"What Ed, the Kapka Craftsmen Association teaches us is right, there is no barrier to technology, but it is artificially created boundaries."

"But you have also taught you a lot of things, and I should give it back once for the sake of emotion and reason. This inspiration is called 'spockweb sensing'. As you can see, I will give it to it-"

The young alchemist turned around with a sense of calmness, "You have to be welcome, let's talk about it, this is my chance."

There was a sparkling glow in his eyes, as if he had seen a brand new world, but his eyes were gentle, as if he was staring at his works as if he was staring at his lover.

It must be very unique.

Maybe he will leave his own name for a long time in history.

Once the silver net opens, it can no longer be taken back, so it connects everything together and forms a blood vessel - like silver blood vessels, flowing all over the body of the component.

The tiny blood vessels finally converge, return to the light path, and concentrate at one point, which is the constant magic furnace. The technique of Weiyu is very exquisite. It may not be as amazing as the multiple parallels of square elbows, but it is mature and sophisticated.

With many exquisite designs, even Fang Zhu felt rewarded after watching them. He remembered many legends about the other party - before he left Kapka, this senior brother was already the protagonist of many stories.

He once looked up at the other person's back and heard many people telling the anecdotes left by the other person in Capka. Now the owner of the name is showing his understanding of alchemy in front of him.

Fang Yu suddenly felt a sense of reality, as if everything from the past had returned, and there was no such thing as a vain man, and the people standing beside him were indescribable.

But his production was not actually completed.

When the Weiyu production reaches a certain stage, he takes the initiative to look at him, just as the bloodline needs to connect muscles and bones, the ether circuit of the magic device also needs to be connected to other systems.

But the two did not need to communicate more. Fang Yu only took a look and understood Weiyu's ideas. He added a tiny component to the gradually formed component.

Weiyu immediately took over his work. In this magical space, the complex structure is being built bit by bit like building blocks, and the two of them are intertwined and promoted-
To be continued...