"But I believe you!"
"Please don't feel sad for me. I'm very happy. I'm finally going to put down this heavy burden."
Pusdala looked at the countless fireballs crashing down from the sky and said:
"Dear sir, please write a decent farewell for my miserable life!"
Finally, the old tree man, who was supposed to be the eldest son, suddenly turned around and whispered to Mozo tentatively:
"What do you think, Your Highness?"
Mozo didn't seem to hear it, and Lani didn't respond.
But Pustala smiled with satisfaction and a little loneliness.
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After a moment, the smile and loneliness on Pustala's face disappeared completely.
All that remains is peace, an indescribable peace.
Above His head was a sea of meteors and fire that swept across the entire Mir and the Great Forest. Behind Him were the many tribesmen whom He had painstakingly maintained for many years.
Even after today, His soul will finally return to its resting place.
Taking all these factors into consideration, anyone who comes here would have extremely complicated feelings, but for this old tree man.
All that is left of Him is this water-like calmness.
"Please start."
As if nothing had just happened, the Lord of Hills and Valleys reiterated these words to Mozo.
After Mozo bowed solemnly to Pustara behind him, he opened his nameless book.
Then, we will start writing the final chapter of the original tree man - Pusdala!
As Mozo's pen fell, Pusdala also reconnected the entire Mir and the root system of the forests in the Great Forest.
At this moment, Mir and the Big Forest are Pudala, and Pudala is Mir and the Big Forest!
At the same moment, the rest of the tree people looked towards the center of the forest in surprise, where Pusdala was.
After a moment, the tree people who were listening to the breathing of the forest all prostrated themselves on the ground towards the center of the forest with angry expressions.
A meteor of fire is about to fall on your head, and a powerful evil god will descend soon after.
None of the tree people care about these things anymore.
At this moment, they just wanted to pay their final respects to Pusdala, the protector of their tribe.
And they also believe that under the protection of Pustara, they will not be harmed in any way.
And in fact this is exactly the case.
Just when endless fireballs were about to hit the earth, the forest showed its power to the sky!
One after another, huge wooden thorns rose up from the dense forest and shattered the huge meteors that were attacking them crazily.
The meteor that should have easily destroyed a city or stronghold became a joke in front of these seemingly fragile wooden thorns.
Even countless meteors not only collapsed easily in front of the wooden thorns, but these wooden thorns continued to rush towards the sky madly.
The earth erodes the sky.
This is the most appropriate portrayal of this moment!
As more and more wood thorns poured into the sky, a "heavy snow" called ashes slowly floated down the dark sky!
These are all meteor and forest debris.
The tremendous force and terrifying temperature blended together to create this ash snow that is not seen once in ten thousand years.
The nameless book in Mozo's hand had already depicted such a scene.
The ashes of fire and wood turned into heavy snow, but above the gray sky, the suspicion between gods still remained in their hearts.
But the wrath of the earth is far from over...
With a loud bang, Pusdala stepped onto a towering wooden spike and headed straight for the sky amid endless roars.
At the same time, with the sudden rise of Pustara, the group of wooden thorns that had already penetrated deep into the sky also appeared to be even thicker and more rapid at this moment.
They even slowly entangled everything, and finally, the wooden thorns turned into vines, and the vines turned into giant trees!
And above the treetops, Pusdala soaring into the sky was clearly there, and His goal became obvious at this moment.
It was a bloated and deformed evil god, and the most eye-catching thing about this evil god was his two arms which were much larger than his body.
Because of their excessive enlargement, it was not His legs that supported His body to stand, but His arms!
Staring at Pustara who was heading straight towards him.
This evil god also raised his hands with a frown on his face and blocked Pustala's furious attack.
But the two sides were only in a stalemate for a moment, and the evil god was pushed to a higher place by Pustala and the giant vine tree.
At the same time, the evil god also noticed that the wood had begun to pierce the skin of his hands.
If he continues, he will die!
After this thought came to his mind, he shouted to the empty space beside him:
"Don't do it yet! This old piece of wood has gone mad. He has been playing with his life from the beginning!"
This evil god never imagined that the Lord of the Hills and Valleys, who had been silent in Mir and the Great Forest, was already on his last breath.
In this situation, Pustara would naturally try his best from the start.
Because of this, the evil god was suppressed by Pustara unintentionally.
Yet no voice responded to Him.
Upon seeing this, the evil god immediately became furious and said:
"Asshole!"
Then He ignored everything and started fighting desperately with Pustara.
The huge and deformed arms were infused with excessive power at this moment, so much so that his silvery white skin was completely shattered.
This revealed the bulging scarlet muscles inside.
After a moment, this phenomenon spread to his entire body.
His path is the gladiator path adjacent to Ilúvatar, but unlike the war god who becomes stronger with each battle, the more crisis a gladiator falls into, the more powerful the power he can unleash!
To put it simply, you can't play unless you have low health.
It was also because He began to burst out His strength with all His might, so that even Pustara, who was already burning himself, was not only blocked by Him, but was also slowly pushed back downwards!
In response to this, Mir and Mozo in the big forest continued to write the future they wanted as if they saw nothing.
The prisoner and the eldest son were locked in a struggle of wills and flesh.
And in the dark where no one knew, the cunning rat also showed its fangs to the two warriors.
As Pustara and the evil god got into a fight.
The lurker who had cast countless meteors finally felt that the time had come and began his performance.
The towering fire giant suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, which was extremely counterintuitive.
A moment later, the towering fire giant crossed the mountains in one step and swung his sword towards the towering tree.
In order to deal with this sudden attack, Pusdala had to divert some of his strength and pull out countless vines from the middle of the giant tree, preparing to deal with the giant's powerful sword.
But because of this, Pusdala and the giant vine tree he pulled up were pressed down from the clouds by the evil god above.
Seeing this scene, Mir and the tree people in the forest stood up subconsciously.
Only a very small number of tree people were still prostrating themselves on the ground devoutly.
But what all the tree people did not expect was that their protector had been trying very hard to prepare for the fire giant's sneak attack.
But no one would have thought that at the last moment, the fire giant's two-handed sword actually accelerated again at its abnormal speed and chopped towards the giant vine tree.
Seeing this scene, the evil god who was fighting with Pustara couldn't help but shout:
"here you go!"
But what he didn't expect was that the sword, which should have cut the giant tree in half, didn't cause any damage to the tree.
It even collapsed as soon as it touched the vines that had been pulled away from the giant tree?!
"What?"
Looking at this incredible scene, and the countless vines that suddenly accelerated and rushed towards him after realizing that this was an illusory shot.
This evil god was immediately shocked and angry and shouted again:
"That faceless man is actually you!"
Immediately, he no longer dared to fight and tried to escape behind him.
And in the void, the evil god who created the fire giant laughed disdainfully, and took advantage of this moment of everyone's attention to quietly come behind his target—Mozo Klein, who was still writing slowly!
Among the countless ashes that fell here from the sky, a few of them suddenly lit up with a faint flame unique to embers.
Then, it revived!
After the warrior, wrapped in flames, emerged from the ashes, he stabbed his real target with the final fatal sword!
From the very beginning, He noticed the existence of Mozo, and it was from that time that He set up such a little game - letting his companions attract the anger of Pusdala, and then creating a fake fire giant to attract all the remaining attention.
What he ultimately did was to stab Mozo with his fatal blow at the moment when everyone was looking up at the sky!
The battle between gods is not necessarily a long-lasting struggle!
Of course, if everything went well, He would not only be able to kill this most difficult holder of the rule book.
But at that moment, the corner of his eye glanced at the future compiled by Mozo.
The hidden assassin is feeling complacent, thinking that he has fooled everything, but in fact he is just becoming a puppet step by step!
'What?!'
A huge sense of horror instantly filled His heart, but it was too late.
Before he could try to pull his hand away and escape, countless puppet strings that had been arranged around Mozo's body tightly entangled the puppet who had fallen into the trap.
After feeling the flames behind me stop.
Mozo also closed his nameless book with a click.
After looking back at the assassin whose body was covered with puppet threads and fire embers, Mozo shook his head and looked towards the sky.
Now, it’s time for Pustara to decide the winner!
If the opponent is determined to fight to the death, then even with the blessing of Mozo, Pustara may not be able to kill a gladiator who is getting stronger as he gets weaker.
Forcibly killing a god is an unimaginable price to pay for Mozo.
What Mozo did was to choose the one that best suited His expectations from countless futures.
What’s very interesting is that the gladiator misjudged the situation due to lack of intelligence and turned around and ran for his life!
Therefore, His end is very obvious.
When a warrior shows his back to the enemy, he dies!
Countless vines easily pierced his deformed and bloated body.
Pustala, who followed shortly after, pierced him directly through the top of the towering tree.
At this moment, the giant tree from the earth was also madly devouring the flesh and blood of a god.
In just a few moments, the evil god came to an end in such a simple yet complicated way.
Watching the giant tree slowly falling back to the ground.
Mozo smiled happily at first, then lowered his head dejectedly.
After all, Pustara is not a god, and he has long been exhausted.
After this battle, His already limited life finally came to an end.