This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees

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Matthew turned his gaze westward upon hearing the voice.

Only to see a group of beings in bright red robes suddenly appearing over the horizon.

The composition of this group was quite diverse, with fairy-like creatures making up more than half, followed by astral humans, dwarves, various orcs... and even demons and evil spirits!

Matthew took note.

The robes these people wore were very similar to those of the Little Stream group he had encountered earlier.

The difference was.

Their red robes did not have the golden trims like those of Little Stream.

Perhaps this signified a difference in level.

They were all priests or followers of the Mad Second Hand Temple.

Matthew made this judgment in his mind.

The way these Second Hand followers moved forward was also quite peculiar; they weren't flying, nor were they walking, but instead moving like birds do on the ground—

Hopping.

Except that their hopping was incredibly large in scale, almost like blinking.

Soon enough.

This grand procession came from the western horizon to the edge of the Twin Towers of Exile.

Matthew saw Little Stream join them.

These newly arrived Second Hand followers showed great respect to Little Stream, indicating that this little fairy held a high position within the Second Hand Temple.

All this information flooded into Matthew's mind at an incredible speed.

Just half a second later.

After comprehending the overall situation, Matthew instantly shifted his attention to the man who appeared out of thin air in the core area.

Loa.

The former God of Luck, now the Mad Second Hand, Isabelle's ex-boyfriend, the madman who devoured the Twilight Creatures, long-time dweller of the Arcane Wilderness, and rival of Turing in the struggle for mad authority...

When these labels manifested into reality,

Matthew found it all quite unreal.

Loa appeared just like a frail young human male.

His skin was very white, his face as pale as paper, with a strange and delicate texture.

His cheeks were unnaturally red as if rouged, adding to the same vibrant red lips and pale complexion, giving an overall unhealthy impression.

If an ordinary person appeared with such an image,

Matthew might find it greasy or weird.

But Loa did not give Matthew this feeling.

On the contrary.

Matthew found this man in front of him exceptionally beautiful, almost seductive.

Yet he also carried a strong masculine aura, with an infinite wildness and intense heroic spirit hidden between his brows.

This made it difficult for Matthew to dislike him at first sight.

The most surprising thing was.

Matthew did not sense any madness or chaotic factors in Loa.

In fact, the first impression Loa gave off was one of calmness or restraint!

Intuition told Matthew.

Loa's charm was definitely off the charts!

"It's surely higher than mine!"

No wonder he managed to hook up with Isabelle back then...

Matthew thought to himself.

"Anyway, with you here, even if they really poke a hole in the Arcane Wilderness, it wouldn't matter much."

Edmond laughed as he responded to Loa.

Loa snorted softly:

"What if I'm not here?"

Edmond blinked:

"If you're not around, the destruction of the Arcane Wilderness would go unnoticed, so it wouldn't matter much either."

Loa rolled his eyes.

He didn't follow Edmond's line but rather focused on examining him carefully.

A few seconds later.

Loa suddenly spoke:

"You have something to discuss with me?"

Edmond coughed lightly:

"If you have the time, I indeed have a few things to talk about."

Loa looked directly at him.

Edmond shook his head, saying:

"Not here."

Loa's beautiful brows furrowed slightly:

"Then let's discuss it in my tent."

While speaking.

He pointed with his right hand, and an exquisitely gorgeous tent magically appeared beside them.

Edmond was very perceptive.

He directly lifted the corner of the tent and went inside.

Loa followed right after.

As he lifted the tent, he instructed Matthew and the others:

"While Edmond and I are having our discussion, you can fight, but please restrain yourselves and don't destroy the Arcane Wilderness..."

After finishing, he completely closed the tent.

Matthew and the Baiyan City duo exchanged a few glances.

They were still hesitating.

The flap of the exquisite tent suddenly opened slightly from inside, and Loa's head popped out:

"Never mind."

"You lunatics can't ever control yourselves anyway, so let me set up a defensive measure for you!"

As he spoke.

He tossed something golden out from the tent, landing between the three of them.

They fixed their eyes on it.

It was an ordinary-looking transparent hourglass.

At that moment, the top part of the hourglass was filled with sand.

The channel in the middle had not yet opened.

...

"Warning: You have been affected by the 'Sage's Hourglass'!

Until you meet the conditions set by the Mad Second Hand Loa.

You will not be able to escape the power of the Sage's Hourglass.

During this period, you cannot attack or attempt to control the Sage's Hourglass!

Sage's Hourglass (Temporal Secret/High Authority/Super Divine Tool): Resets the space within its influence every 59 seconds.

Note: The reset time is personally set by Loa."

...

"If your battle can be concluded within 59 seconds, then the result would be meaningful; otherwise, it would all be in vain."

"As for how to truly determine if the battle is over, there's only one criterion—someone dies—in other words, if you want to get rid of the influence of the Sage's Hourglass, at least one of you three must die..."

Loa poked his head out from the tent, earnestly saying:

"So then..."