A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 621 Free Safras

"What do you think will be the outcome of their battle?"

In outer space, for some reason, Tyr and Bahamut felt much less pressure.

"Who knows? But I hope those two are both badly injured, then I can go and finish them off."

Bahamut casually replied that he didn't have a good impression of Jiang Shuzhou and Finrod, and always thought that neither of them were good people, and that they should be dead.

"Don't you feel like something's not quite right?"

Tyr frowned, and for some reason, he felt that something was not quite right.

"It's those abyssal spirits! For some reason, there are fewer of them, and the Abyssal Mother Tree has also disappeared!"

Looking around, Bahamut provided the answer.

What does this mean?

Could it be that Jiang Shuzhou really succeeded in killing the Abyss Mother Tree?

In that case, the danger level of the other party may increase again.

Tyr thought to himself, and at the same time, he prepared to launch an immediate siege against Jiang Shuzhou, determined to completely eliminate him no matter what.

He had tried to do it several times before, but unfortunately almost all the gods were not interested.

This is quite normal; given a choice, no deity would willingly risk their life in their true form against another.

You can just say it casually, do you really think I'd risk my life?

They still have so much wonderful time ahead of them, so why would they risk their lives?

"Sigh, I don't know what this means."

Bahamut said with some melancholy.

The current situation clearly shows that the evil faction has the upper hand, and perhaps the coming period will be the most difficult time for all beings in the astral plane.

Bahamut sighed, but he had no other thoughts. All he wanted now was to lead his people away as quickly as possible, escape this dangerous place, and then settle down to farm.

"This means that a new era has begun, and a great being has been born."

Suddenly, an old man's voice rang out.

"Safras? When did you get here?"

Tyr was incredibly excited upon hearing Sulfuras's voice.

"Gentlemen, we meet again."

An elderly man dressed in a white robe appeared quietly beside the two of them.

This is Safras.

He always appears as a wise old man, and this time is no exception.

"What does that mean? What does it mean for the beginning of a new era?"

Bahamut asked.

He was always extremely sensitive to such things, after all, it was because of the phrase "times have changed" that the dragon race was almost wiped out.

Things have changed again, which leaves him no choice but to think things through.

If the era changes again, will the dragon race still be able to survive?

"Literally, the age of the gods has passed, and now a new era begins."

Safras spoke as if reciting something, his words tinged with a hint of melancholy.

"So what do we do?"

"Till asked."

Safras remained silent in response.

He came here not to answer Tyr's questions, but to break free from the shackles of the laws.

Even with the ability to foresee fate, Sulfuras, as the god of fate, was nothing more than a slave to fate. Since becoming a god, he has never been free.

Now that the opportunity is within reach, how could he possibly give it up?

It should be noted that not all gods enjoy eternal life.

Safras was an anomaly.

He was once a bard who brought joy and happiness to people, until later, by a twist of fate, he became a god.

Having become a god, he could no longer perform as he pleased, nor could he share joy with the people.

This caused Safrass pain.

He had been looking for an opportunity.

However, every time something unexpected happened, and every time they returned empty-handed.

No matter what, he will always be like a chess piece.

Now, Safras is less a god of fate and more a slave to fate.

Now, the time has come.

Jiang Shuzhou took a deep breath, then reached out and touched the Elf Mother Tree.

Then, with a soft "plop," Jiang Shuzhou pulled out a beating wooden heart with force.

The heart was pounding, its woody structure revealing an indescribable fleshy texture.

It was as if this was not the heart of wood, but the heart of a real living being.

Indeed, the Abyss Mother Tree had long since transcended ordinary trees and become a living tree.

Even now, the Abyss Mother Tree is still alive.

However, it might not happen soon.

Click, click.

The tree roots were uprooted, and a huge shadow enveloped everything.

Jiang Shuzhou fed the still-beating heart in his hand to the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood.

At the same time, he also took out a sealed box, inside which was the crystallization of the will of the covenant.

Soon, as Jiang Shuzhou devoured the food, a mysterious feeling suddenly arose, and everything seemed to change.

The world has never been so clear.

At this very moment, a giant cocoon stands at the very center of the floating city.

Now is the time for transformation.

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"Finally, it has begun."

Safras muttered to himself.

At the same time, he closed his eyes and began to sense.

This feeling is correct; "fate" is observing right here.

At that moment, Safras's expression became somewhat agitated.

Finally, he had waited for this moment!

"Safras, what do you think?"

Tyr was just about to ask Sulfuras when he discovered that Sulfuras had disappeared.

Tyr was still full of confusion, not knowing why.

What exactly does Safras mean? How can he appear and disappear without a trace? He's so mysterious!

In the kingdom of Safras.

"Finally, this day has come!"

Sulfuras exclaimed excitedly that at this moment, he had relinquished his divine office as the god of fate, and from now on there would only be the bard Sulfuras, and no more Sulfuras the god of fate.

Or rather, from this point on, fate will no longer be governed by gods.

And on that towering throne, where Safras should have been sitting, there was now a person whose face was obscured.

This is a scapegoat that Sulfuras randomly found; he will inherit Sulfuras's divine office and continue to be controlled by fate.

He shouldn't have been able to do it, since the position of god is not something that can be given away casually. However, the will of fate was too focused on Jiang Shuzhou and completely ignored Safras's actions. So, he just casually fooled him and gave the position of god to someone else.

As for Safras himself?

He ran away. Although he was no longer an eternal being, at least he was no longer a slave who could be manipulated by others. Now, he wanted to be his own master, even if it meant dying freely.

Finally, he did it.

Savras breathed in the fresh air, pondering where to go next.

"Let's go to the Mage Alliance."

After a moment's thought, Safras came up with the answer.