Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 209: 211: The Ancient God in Memories, Mother of Thousands of Races

Chapter 209: Chapter 211: The Ancient God in Memories, Mother of Thousands of Races

“How long will it take for the wood elf shelter to be completed with the current efficiency?” Qin Muye asked in the Magic Network.

“Three days will be enough, but the Wisdom Tree might not last that long,” Blackhand predicted simply.

Qin Muye was only responsible for the design and corresponding resource estimates; other matters were handled by spirit monsters. After all, he couldn’t be expected to personally supervise such trivial matters.

“Hmm, I see. When the Wisdom Tree dies, bring its body back to me, I still have a use for it,” Qin Muye said.

Since it was going to die anyway, it might turn into one of the Ancient God’s Minions due to the invasion of the Ancient God’s Power post-mortem. It would be better to drag it back for study as a sample.

The Wisdom Tree also had a rank of 6 and was particularly long-lived, even older than some divine beings. Its body was extremely valuable, so Qin Muye couldn’t possibly let go of it. He wanted both the knowledge in its mind and its physical form.

“Yes, Master,” Blackhand naturally had no issues. As for the wood elves, they no longer had a say in the matter.

The reason was simple: now, the Floating City was hovering right above them. If they dared to resist, a single blast would send them on their way.

What about the agreement with the Wisdom Tree? The agreement only mentioned helping to build a shelter capable of resisting the power of the Ancient Gods and ensuring the sanity of the Wisdom Tree until the shelter was completed. It didn’t mention ensuring the safety of the wood elves’ lives—if they knew what was good for them, Blackhand might just grab the tree and leave; if not, even the wood elves themselves couldn’t be saved.

Times had changed; even during the Wisdom Tree’s prime, their forces weren’t afraid, let alone now with the Wisdom Tree nearly ready to perish.

Qin Muye also pondered whether the Wisdom Tree knew about the Ancient God. He had inquired; the Wisdom Tree was not a divine being and seemed to have existed long ago. It appeared in exceedingly early records, and magic’s genesis and the use of magic power were somewhat intertwined with it.

To Qin Muye, it felt like a prophet, and even the emergence of some divine beings couldn’t be separated from the Wisdom Tree.

It seemed like a hand pushing the entire Magic Continent forward. Qin Muye didn’t know if this was a coincidence or intentional, but he preferred to assume it was intentional based on the principle of caution.

The Wisdom Tree was a fierce entity; it had sent its memory during the construction started by the spirit monsters—a crystal ball-like item that looked quite normal.

[Corrupted Wisdom Tree’s Memory]

[Rank: High]

[Attribute]

[Knowledge+1]

Although it was a single-use item, it was deemed a treasure by “Lord Era,” even though its attribute increase was quite absurd as a high-ranked treasure, adding only one point.

However, Qin Muye came to terms with it, considering its high quality meant mainly for storing memories.

He then placed the memory on his forehead and read it through his spiritual power.

In an instant, a flood of memories entered Qin Muye’s mind, and he was initially alarmed, never having experienced such a thing, but he quickly adapted.

He organized and sorted a wealth of secrets and knowledge, further assimilating them with various associated Lord Talents into his own.

“It feels a bit strange; this memory seems to have been pared down. Many parts don’t connect,” Qin Muye sensed something peculiar, but it didn’t matter much. The missing memories were mostly secrets, like scandals, so he didn’t dwell on them.

If the Wisdom Tree dared to tamper with the relevant knowledge, Qin Muye would dare break the agreement.

What he valued was merely the knowledge; he had no interest in scandals or the like.

For others, this might be political wealth, but for Qin Muye, who already possessed military force, such things were insignificant. If he needed to take action, his military power was far more effective than mere political wealth.

Politics could compromise, but military force wouldn’t. A powerful show of force would ensure compliance.

As the memory reception was drawing to a close, Qin Muye suddenly saw a tree—a light gray colossal tree, whose crown was composed of writhing tentacle-like branches and leaves. In the center of the crown, a gigantic eye stared fixedly at Qin Muye.

‘The Mother of All Races, Kusun!’

Upon seeing this colossal tree, Qin Muye instantly understood its identity—She was the founder of all races on the Magic Continent, the mother of the Wisdom Tree, the Ancient God currently returning.

“Crimson~”

A faint, almost imperceptible voice echoed in Qin Muye’s mind, his flesh beginning to lose control, his body gradually swelling, as countless faces of various races on the Magic Continent wandered within his skin.

But in the next moment, the power in his bloodline began to fight back — Crimson, Hell, Titan — these three dominant forces struck back. In just an instant, the maternal figure of the races that had existed in his mind was blocked by a Hell Titan clad in crimson armor, preventing him from looking directly at her.

This was Qin Muye’s Titan True Body, and also an Ancient God Embryo.

The Mother of Races’s enormous eye emotionlessly watched the grand bloodline incarnation, then her body gradually faded into darkness.

It was just a memory, not the real Mother of Races, Kusun.

The real one was still in death, slowly returning.

Realizing this, Qin Muye’s eyes turned blood-red, and he felt that something was terribly wrong, like a fish stranded on shore.

After nearly three minutes, he finally regained his senses.

“Is this damn thing a Rank 7~8? Rank 9 seems too low; it’s at least on the level of Chaos Chaos and God in Eden Garden,” Qin Muye calmed down. He realized why the success of the recent Ancient God Revival was not about destroying the Ancient God but letting it return to silence, to sleep quietly again.

The reason was simple. The moment he saw her, Qin Muye knew that it was impossible to destroy this Mother of Races because as long as life existed on the Magic Continent, she would never die. She was the origination of all races in the world.

Be it animals or plants, even elements and magic power, she encompassed everything.

“Ancient Gods, meaning gods of the ancient days — truly terrifying,” he muttered.

“Damn, the Wisdom Tree tricked me!”

Qin Muye’s expression darkened. Compared to other races, the Wisdom Tree was a direct descendant of the Mother of Races, existing on the Magic Continent since ancient times.

“This old trickster wants to trap me; his real intention must be to resurrect his mother. Did he really think he was the ultimate?”

He knew that his existence was an obstacle to the Mother of Races. Although they currently had the upper hand, it did not mean that there wouldn’t be any accidents.

The Lords were too powerful. Coupled with the logistics provided by Qin Muye, the Wisdom Tree considered cutting off their supplies first, then defeating them one by one.

An Ancient God’s offspring being corrupted by Ancient God’s Power? Nonsense, most likely the power he released was intentional.

“Apart from the Wisdom Tree, the Mother of Races has many direct descendants just waiting for this opportunity to restore ancient glory.”

A Rank 6 Magic Continent couldn’t bear the return of the Mother of Races from death, but a Rank 7 Magic Continent was sufficient.

As long as the Mother of Races revived, the Magic Continent would also grow stronger and expand because of her presence.

Initially, the Wisdom Tree was not Rank 6, but as the Magic Continent gradually declined, its own power also fell to Rank 6.

However, to welcome the revival of the Mother of Races, the Wisdom Tree and other direct descendants did not advance to Rank 7, since Rank 7 would consume the essence of the Magic Continent, making the revival of the Mother of Races even more difficult.

Furthermore, they used various methods to obstruct and delay the Lords’ advancement to Rank 7, but for the Lords, they simply lacked the conditions needed to advance.

“So, we were originally enemies with the entire world. No wonder my Ancient God Vaccine and Ancient God Special Medicine have such poor sales in the native forces; the high ranks are all people from the Ancient God. What can I use to fight them?” Qin Muye spoke coldly.

He didn’t care about their schemes and tricks, as long as they were not used against him. If they wanted to play, they could play however they liked, but if it came to him, they shouldn’t blame him for fighting back fiercely.

The era of swallowing grievances had passed.

“Shadow, prepare. Slaughter all the Wood Elves and cripple the Wisdom Tree. I want to use its heartwood as a collectible,” Qin Muye immediately ordered.

When the power was weak, endure and hide; but now with sufficient strength, why allow others to manipulate easily?