This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees

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Arcane Wilderness.

On the mural left by Isabelle.

With each a powerful and deep roar, a shadow swiftly expanded on the mural, then from blurred to clear, from flat to three-dimensional—

Woosh!

After a muffled sound.

The great Wind Demon Dragon that had been reduced in dimensions and size broke free from its cage.

"It's out!"

Pale King Dickens was both surprised and delighted:

"It seems that even someone as strong as Isabelle can't defy the most fundamental laws of the Universe, ha, she was too far away, her ability to interfere with this world is limited, almost got scared by her!"

"Hmm?"

"I came out a little late… Has Denia already broken into that boy's Soul Space?"

As a former legendary necromancer.

Dickens' sensitivity to Soul Space far exceeded that of ordinary people.

He was the first to notice the confrontation between Matthew and the straw man.

Immediately, a thick joy flashed in his eyes:

"Denia must have, like me, also received the Void Sovereign's Gift… Ha, when I asked her earlier, she pretended to be so aloof and coy, truly, this woman is a pretentious bitch!"

As a long-time companion.

Dickens deeply understood Dania's strength.

Fearing Dania would seize the opportunity to defeat Matthew, he hurried forward, taking advantage of the moment when both sides were entangled at the soul level, the Wind Demon Dragon opened its bloody maw towards Matthew's body—

He intended to completely destroy Matthew physically!

Even if Dickens was thrilled to hunt, his mind remained clear.

Matthew, after all, is a newly ascended legendary figure, protected by Isabelle, surely he has deep reserves.

To solve the problem at the root in one breath like Dania did, it's not that it's unfeasible, but in Dickens' eyes, it seems the opportunity is slim.

If he had only one chance.

He would also do as Denia did.

But now that Dania is caught in the situation, Dickens would naturally choose another easier path.

"Once he loses his body, he's no different from us…"

Dickens thought maliciously.

The next second.

A massive destructive vortex composed of rays imbued with instant death characteristics spewed forth from the Wind Demon Dragon's mouth, almost drowning Matthew's body.

Yet at that moment.

Something unforeseen by Dickens occurred—

The Calamity Grassman beside Matthew suddenly opened its eyes.

"Dania?"

Before Dickens could react.

The Calamity Straw Man released countless crows, which fearlessly protected Matthew's body, shielding him from the destruction storm that seemed to annihilate everything!

"What are you doing, Dania?"

Dickens was both shocked and enraged.

In the unseen realm.

He felt as if the Calamity Grassman's essence had undergone a slight change.

Initially, this change was inconspicuous.

But just a few seconds later.

In Dickens' insight.

The area harboring the Calamity Grassman's soul seemed as if the entire heavens and earth had been transformed!

And at that very moment.

Matthew slowly opened his eyes.

There was a deep-seated joy in his gaze.

To Dickens, this joy was undoubtedly a crushing blow.

"What have you done to Dania?"

Dickens questioned.

He saw an incredible flow of supernatural power gushing from Matthew, continuously dropping onto the Calamity Grassman.

And under the effect of this incomprehensible power, countless straw men and crows obediently gathered to Dania.

The latter quickly reverted from a near uncontrollable entity composed of countless calamitous objects back to the form of the necromancer Dania!

What surprised Dickens even more was.

During this time.

Dania actually began to gradually develop a human body!

Even her soul, which was originally riddled with holes, was gradually becoming fuller.

"Where's the Blood Crystal?"

"What means did you use to break the cycle of immortality?"

The voice from within the Wind Demon Dragon seemed somewhat unsteady.

This was also the first time Matthew felt an emotion from Dickens akin to panic.

"Want to know what happened?"

"Why not come and experience it yourself?"

Matthew chuckled lightly.

The next second.

He extended his hand, pointing into the void towards the Wind Demon Dragon.

"Bury"!

A mighty force instantly suppressed Dickens.

"I told you, this trick is useless on me, you can't kill me!"

Dickens struggled desperately, roaring in anger.

Matthew was indifferent.

He merely flipped his palm slightly, then activated another legendary ability—

"Creation"!

In an instant.

A surge of holy and vast power suddenly entered the dying Dickens' body.

He cried out in terror:

"Ah! What is this thing?!"

"Don't come in, no, I don't need your help… No no no!"

"Get out of my body!"

Yet, no matter how Dickens resisted, that domineering power already firmly occupied the depths of his mind and soul.

His soul began to shudder involuntarily.

His memories began to be overwritten.

His personality began to be reshaped.

Amidst the chaos.

His eyes, once filled with evil and ferocity, started to brighten.

Like Dania's experience.

Matthew was granting him rebirth—

Creation.

As the name suggests.

It was about creating a brand new life.

Initially, Matthew thought this ability was merely void creation.

But soon he realized.

The application of creation was not so limited.