A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1555: 429 Do you really want me to call you daddy?

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Margaret?

Matthew was taken aback for a moment, thinking it must be a coincidence.

As far as he knew, the female mage Margaret who had been reborn with his help was still in Cyberdragon.

And since Cyberdragon was a Machinist city, how could it be related to Blood-Drinking Mountain?

So he asked,

“Where does Miss Margaret live?”

The gold bird indicated a general direction.

Matthew looked in that direction for a while, then took out the map Tyraste had given him, attempting to cross-reference it.

To his discovery,

the map didn’t match up with reality at all!

The map Tyraste had given wasn’t detailed, but from his description, the Giant Demon Holy Land was supposed to be a long, bar-shaped demiplane.

It had an overall curve, meandered, and was narrow in the middle; the areas about one-third from the edges were more open, forming vast plains suitable for habitation, with mountain ranges in between them.

If you could fool yourself with the logic that “Floating Mountains are still mountains,”

that was one thing, but Matthew hadn’t observed a trace of Void Turbulence around the mountains!

According to Tyraste’s previous advice,

the Blood-Drinking Mountain was a demiplane filled with dangerous Void Turbulence.

A lapse in attention could result in one being swept into the astral world, even at the risk of life.

In his description,

the Giant Demon Holy Land was a rather unstable demiplane, in essence, not much different from Matthew’s own demiplane.

However, from Matthew’s observation,

this demiplane in front of him was exceptionally stable, even more so than most Secondary Planes!

There were no signs of Void Turbulence around the Floating Mountains—

If there were,

those Cloud Dragons and other flying units wouldn’t be soaring so recklessly in the skies.

In fact,

even the species diversity of Blood-Drinking Mountain that was captured with bare eyes was enough to infer that this plane had evolved many new species and resources.

Such a plane was highly stable in structure and elements.

It was almost impossible for it to collapse or deconstruct,

and Void Turbulence couldn’t approach it.

Excluding the possibility that Tyraste was maliciously deceiving him,

Matthew felt it more likely that during those past years, Blood-Drinking Mountain had undergone a new round of biological evolution and plane expansion!

It was this transformation that resulted in such a significant discrepancy between the map and reality.

After all, this map dated back to the era of the Troll Empire,

more than two thousand years ago.

In two thousand years,

a stable demiplane could very well have transformed.

“This place might even have evolved a new civilization!”

With this thought,

excitement and anticipation filled Matthew’s heart.

Considering there seemed to be no great risks for the time being, and that they all considered themselves skilled,

they decided to split up.

Matthew, Sener, and Mira would go together to search for Miss Margaret, the guardian mentioned by the gold bird;

The other three would continue searching for clues to the Lost Paradise on the sky-floating island with the statue and the nearby Floating Mountains.

The group parted ways outside the valley.

Sener rode the Bo Bo Bird straight in the direction of the guardian;

Matthew likewise transformed into a Raven and took flight;

He looked back and was startled to see a black bat following close behind, flying fast and ferocious, as if it could Attack at any moment.

Matthew flapped his wings energetically,

putting more distance between himself and the black bat.

“As expected, to become legendary, unless one is a Pure Warrior, they usually have one or two Shapeshifting Forms.”

Matthew thought to himself.

The three of them deliberately avoided the area where the Cloud Dragons were, passing quickly through the sky between the Floating Mountains.

The sky here was magical too.

When Matthew flew between the mountains, it felt like diving into water—

the air here was viscous like a liquid.

Yet it didn’t have the resistance that ordinary liquids did.

Matthew could breathe easily, but he soon found that his wings had become damp, making it heavier to flap.

In comparison,

the feathers of the Bo Bo Bird between Sener’s legs seemed extremely hard and waterproof—

calling them “feathers”

seemed more like calling them armor that could be flapped.

This was obviously a specific type of evolution by the natives to adapt to their environment.

They flew over at least three huge Floating Mountains and even more floating rocks.

In the distance,

a small island, lush with greenery, appeared before them.

According to the Bo Bo Bird,

this small island, draped with rainbows, was the dwelling place of the guardian, Miss Margaret.

However, there was a powerful magic barrier on the island,

which the natives dared not approach.

The trio each used their means to slowly descend onto the eastern part of the rainbow island.

Matthew stood at the edge of the island and looked down.

The rainbows there reminded him of Fairy’s Garden; they seemed to serve as conduits for transport as well.

“Do these rainbows lead to the ground?”

“Could it be that Tyraste’s map is to be used below?”

As Matthew pondered this,

suddenly,

his Insight stirred—

There was a fight in the forest ahead!

And not just one or two,

but many.

Mira and Sener, the Legendary Rogues, reacted faster; as Matthew regained his senses, they had already rushed towards the scene of the battle.

Matthew fortified himself with Slip-off and opened a portal, barely managing to keep up with the pace of the two Legendary Rogues.

“Fishmen?”

When Matthew saw the races of the battling parties, an expression of surprise couldn’t help but appear on his face.