Chapter 142 Communication from the Holy Spirit
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The sound that sounded in Westhead's ears was very pleasant, like the echo of clear water drops dripping into a lake, knocking on his heart.

"Who are you.?"

Westhead's heart skipped a beat, and after realizing that this was not the mumbling and auditory hallucination caused by chaos erosion, he asked tentatively.

"It is me, the origin of the blood of the clear light, the bright spirit."

As if getting some feedback from Westhead, the pleasant voice cheered and said immediately:
"Child, I am your ancestor"

Westhead's immediate reflex:

"Say it again? Whose ancestor is this? I'm giving you face, right?! I'll explain your dream!"

"Huh!? Hmm."

The other party seemed to be frightened by Westhead's scolding, and made a sound like the cry of a small animal:

"But, I really am. Even if I didn't give birth, my child, you are flowing with the blood that I blessed. This should be genuine."

After triggering the keyword counterattack, Westhead immediately realized who the opponent was.

If nothing unexpected happens, the other party is the purpose of his trip, the Holy Spirit Ancestor who needs to be rescued urgently.

Although the Qinghui family is the descendant of the Bright Holy Spirit, this is not a biological concept. Rather, the Holy Spirit particularly loves a certain bloodline and directly blesses this family, giving part of his true soul to the bloodline and passing it down from generation to generation.

This is true for the Yuanxi family, the Yingyan family, and even the imperial royal family. Although they are not born personally, in the mortal world's extraordinary concepts, they are closer than biological children.

So Westhead said slowly: "I'm sorry, I overreacted. I can't help it. If I was a little less aggressive, I wouldn't be able to protect my family."

"It's all right, poor child. You must have suffered a lot, right?"

The Holy Spirit of Purity comforted me in a soft and tender voice.
"It's not that I suffered."

Westhead said calmly, "I just simply became a stray dog ​​for a few years."

The bright Holy Spirit immediately wailed:

"Wow, I'm sorry. It's all because I'm too weak. If I had tried harder, this wouldn't have happened."

So you also know that I am weak!
Although the fall of Qinghui Territory was due to the increasingly intensified tide of chaos, its essence was still due to the inaction of the Holy Spirit of Purity.

Why did the Empire send the Branch of Prosperity to guard the borders and resist Chaos? Wasn't it because of the existence of the supernatural Order bosses like the Holy Spirit?

One Holy Spirit can restrain Chaos better than thousands of troops in the Empire. This is also the confidence of the Branch of Prosperity in fulfilling its duties. For example, the Shadow Flame Territory faces the greatest pressure of Chaos in the Empire, but it is still as stable as a rock, because the Holy Spirit of Fire is really capable!
To pass on the knowledge, to pass it on, to bless, and when necessary, to personally take action and provide full assistance.

On the other hand, the Bright Holy Spirit of Qinghui Territory was quite lazy about her job. Instead of strengthening the barrier and blessing the warriors, she preferred to waste her energy on some weird things.

For example, weaving a beautiful mysterious garden, protecting the grass and flowers from withering, keeping the spring water completely clean and clear, and even setting up a greenhouse in the center of the bright forest that can freely adjust the environment and temperature so that the flowers and plants can live healthily.

The Bright Holy Spirit has devoted all her energy to the pursuit of beauty, just like a fairy-tale princess who is ignorant of the world. In terms of "beauty", even the succubus-ascended Emperor Qianlu has to praise her as a master.

Unfortunately, the Chaos Monster had no ability to appreciate beauty, and it punched through the barrier that had not been reinforced for years.

Then they marched straight in and severely ravaged Qinghui Territory.

"Forget it. I don't want to scold you. What happened in the past cannot be undone."

After listening to the cheap ancestor's miserable apology for a long time, Westhead also sighed and said:

"I came here to save you. Since you were able to contact me, it means the situation is not too bad, right?"

"Ah? Really? Child, my lovely child, are you going to save me? Yes, yes, yes, yes. Come and save me, come quickly, come quickly, please come and save me!" As soon as Westhead expressed his intention to rescue, the Holy Spirit of Purity immediately made an adorable plea:

"There are only ugly monsters outside, and the monsters are so fierce. I have been trapped here for a long time. The entities have been dragged out, and I can't go back even if I want to."

"Don't worry, tell me the details of your situation."

Westhead said as he comforted the crying Holy Spirit Ancestor.

It was a good thing to be able to get in touch with the Holy Spirit of Purity. At least he could know the situation in the Forest of Purity and use it as a reference for the next action.

"Ever since those Chaos monsters ran into my back garden, I've been putting up barriers out of fear and using enchantments to resist their invasion, but the forest is falling a little bit every day, and I can't hold on any longer."

"The holy land's magic pool should have accumulated some, right?"

Westhead immediately asked, "If the magic pool is still full, how long can you stabilize the barrier and ensure the integrity of the Bright Forest?"

The place of origin of the Holy Spirit is the Holy Land, which is a Feng Shui treasure land where spiritual veins converge. Usually a large magic pool is built here, which is enough to supply the entire area.

The reason why the Bright Holy Spirit could withstand the fierce attacks of Chaos for more than two years was that it possessed such an almost inexhaustible pool of mana.

"Oh, the magic pool was full then, but now it's being consumed too quickly. Can I last for a year? Eight months? Half a year? Woohoo, my mind is a little confused. It would be great if I could get out of this predicament within three months."

Westhead: "Is the error so large? No, is the impact of the Chaos Wave so strong?"

"Their attacks have always been at the same frequency, but my flowers are infected. I need to use more magic to protect them, otherwise they will wither."

Upon hearing this, Westhead realized something was wrong and frowned:
"Don't tell me you're still maintaining your fucking garden at this hour?"

"Of course! I spent hundreds of years to build this. After the entity is pulled out, it is not without benefits. I can lie in the hot spring to rest, wash in the lake, and drink the sweet dew!"

The Bright Holy Spirit said innocently.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

Case solved! I was wondering why the Holy Spirit of Purity fell so quickly. The city was surrounded by Chaos Monsters, and you were still repairing the garden?
What is Karl Lagerfeld?
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".Hey, why don't you talk?"

All that could be heard was the sound of Westhead's continuous deep breathing, and the innocent voice of the Holy Spirit:

"When will you come to rescue me?"

Westhead fell into a rare red temperature state, trying his best to restrain himself and said:
"I roughly understand the situation. You can at least hold on for three months to keep the core area of ​​the Bright Forest from being polluted, right? I will break through the blockade of chaos before then."

He did not ask the Holy Spirit of Purity to give up her secret garden, because it would be useless as the latter would definitely not listen.

"Yeah, I'll try my best. Also, please don't set fires anymore, okay? It doesn't look good when it's burnt, and it hurts too."

Westhead: "Shut up, Old Deng! You're still making demands? You're not qualified to know, right?!"

If it weren't for the relationship of shared success and shared failure, Westhead really wanted to let Chaos severely punish this rebellious Holy Spirit, and then he would explode the gold coins of the Corrupted Holy Spirit.

The IQ of the Bright Holy Spirit seems to be a little lacking in natural selection.

"Wow. Didn't you say you wouldn't scold me?"

Westhead was afraid that if he continued the conversation he would get so angry that he would lose his mind, so he stopped paying attention to the Pure Holy Spirit's mumbling.

Turn around and leave without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)