Chapter 353: Lord of the Armored Tomb
The Holy Spirit is essentially a natural spirit born in the realm of order. Before the birth of the Holy Spirit, there must be a holy land with a very strong breath of order. The spirit and the realm are entangled together to form a naturally powerful creature of order.

The realm where the Forest Fairy was born was a magical forest that was once famous in the Land of a Thousand Lakes.

Most of the places where holy spirits are born are forests. After all, they need to be both lively and natural, and nothing is more representative than a forest.

Moreover, as one of the most primitive natural carriers, the forest can easily receive the power of order. For example, the Bright Forest received the concept of "moon" and gave birth to the Bright Holy Spirit. This lineage of power is naturally related to the Bright Moon. Compared with other human groups, the Bright People have the talents of "condensation" and "beauty".

[Holy Tree of Glory] Needless to say, it is linked to "sun" and "prosperity", and the Holy Spirit of Fire is linked to flames and forging.
What is the concept of this [Lord of the Armor Tomb]?

Westhead recalled his knowledge about the Holy Spirit and asked Anis about it.

The enchanting demon tilted his head slightly, stroked his cherry lips with a white finger, and said slowly:

"I have a very vague impression of the Forest Fairy. I have only been to her holy place once. That magical forest was originally a tomb."

"grave?"

"Before it became a tomb, that holy land was a very clean and deep jungle, and was regarded as a common holy land by many tribes. Before the order of the Thousand Lakes was integrated by my father, even if there were endless feuds and wars between different tribes, they would send the bodies of heroes, along with their armor, here for burial."

Well, this custom is quite simple.

"Over time, the place was filled with armor mounds, blending in with the forest."

"The armor nurtured by the Forest Fairy is essentially an imitation and reconstruction of heroic spirits. There are all kinds of them, from humans to heroic spirits, from monsters to spirits. These armors are the gathering of past heroic spirits and an extension of His body and will."

"His purpose is actually very clear, and it is exactly the opposite of what I think - to bring eternal peace and harmony to the Land of the Thousand Lakes."

As Westhead carefully digested the information given by the demon girl, the latter winked at the man playfully and said:

"The Forest Fairy was the last one to awaken among us, but since waking up, he has been planning to start his own business and build up his unfinished business. Now the warm-up is almost complete. If you don't come, I will run away in a few months!"

Anis suddenly stopped smiling and said to Westhead in a very serious tone:

"If you plan to fight him, you'd better prepare now, because the more the forest fairy's territory expands, the more difficult it will be to subdue him."

The demon kingdom of [Lord of Feast], west of Seralis.

The abandoned city in the lake was not attacked or destroyed by the Lord of the Armored Tomb, and there was not even any killing.

All mortals still live in settlements and towns.

But they are just "alive".

Because all the towns were covered with jungles, as if they had been abandoned for hundreds of years, and all kinds of lush green vegetation occupied everything as far as the eye could see.

The mortals were either standing or lying down, all surrounded by the jungle, with expressions of peace and happiness on their faces.

No matter how terrified and shocked they were before about the spread of the forest, they must have been happy now that they were wrapped and entangled by the dry branches.

Although it looks scary, the living forest covering the entire city in the lake is not a terrifying existence that preys on humans. It hangs mortals up not to absorb their vitality, and using them as nutrients is too weird. A dignified Holy Spirit, even if it has become a demon, cannot do such a thing.

Besides, how much nutrition can a flesh and blood body provide? It feels not as good as the [Thousand Laws Code]. But they are indeed useful. In the beautiful dream woven by the [Lord of the Armored Tomb], everyone's will can finally be unified, unified into one.

A "harmony" that is hundreds or thousands of times more radical than a grand ensemble is also what the Lord of the Armored Tomb hopes and expects.

The forest was so quiet that there seemed to be no human voice at all, only the rustling of the breeze. But in fact there were sounds. If you held your breath and listened carefully, you could hear the sounds in the lingering sound of the grand ensemble.

That seems to be a passage recorded in the "Song of the Ensemble of Temperamental Music", a hymn to "The Thousand Temperament Emperor":
"Let every tribe in the Land of Music have the right to join the ensemble of all living beings."

"Let the lake surrounded by silver and forest know true unity."

"From then on, the happiness of mortals could last forever. He created a thousand years of peace, showed favor to all, and endowed the seventy-seven city-states with vibrant life."

"Call for distant sounds to travel across the sky, and play harmonious notes across the lake."

"The day spreads kindness, the night spreads knowledge, the past eliminates hatred, and the future creates peace."

"Ah, then I know"

“The many are kings, and the kings are the many.”

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The sound is long and ethereal, like the humming of a pure girl, but also like the mumbling of an old man in his twilight years.

Mixed in the grand ensemble, it is real and unreal, difficult to distinguish, yet omnipresent.

The city in the lake has become a part of the magical forest, and the mortal creatures in it have all become a breathtaking and magnificent sight.

Outside the city in the lake, there is another amazing scene.

Verdant vines, shrubs and colorful flower buds ripple under the majestic trees with magnificent crowns. The color and texture of every blade of grass and tree seem like an oil painting, deep and blurred.

As if under the distorted filter, each armor is kneeling quietly among the flowers or under the shade of the trees.

Their styles vary. Some are huge black armors full of hideous spikes. Their body structures do not match those of mortals at all. They seem more like those prepared for some giant beasts.
Some wore magnificent crowns and exquisite robes, inlaid with countless tiny gems and pearls;

Some were silver-bright mithril armor, with pale golden inscriptions covering every part of the surface, like works of art;
Others simply wore armor made of burnt dead wood, which looked like it was cracked by lava, with a real red flame flowing in the core.
Just from the style, one can tell that these armors once belonged to races such as humans, elves, behemoths, tree people and even ghosts.

The only thing they have in common is that all the armors are covered with flowers that are like lights, and are entangled by green vines and leaves. The bright and charming light emanates from these flowers and leaves and flows into the armor.

Like vehicles, they are undergoing post-war repairs, maintenance and repowering.

After absorbing sufficient nutrients, these armor tombs began to move with a "creaking" sound. They stood up one after another and continued to move in one direction.

"Go on, bring eternal peace to the Thousand Lakes."

The puzzling voice sounded again, and it was unclear whether it was giving orders or talking to itself.

(End of this chapter)