Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

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It was as if he had failed a mission in-game and had the latest checkpoint automatically reloaded. William, who was about to cast more spells, looked around in confusion.

What just happened?

The lush forest, the clear night sky, and the bright moon hanging in the velvet-like night sky—the scenery in front of William was completely different from what he had seen before. It was like the end of the world.

After the other party took out the two Origins of the Moon and slammed them together, he was sent back to the previous timeline in the blink of an eye.

How was it done?

No, in comparison, what was more important was how to return to that side and stop what was about to happen… He didn’t know what was about to happen.

If the other party had long planned for him to sever all the umbilical cords to deliver Her children, the descent location chosen by the Lady of Starvation would probably be in the other timeline…

To Camilla, who didn’t have the Precept, descending into Currere with Her true body in the other timeline didn’t matter. She either treated it as a useless fantasy for Her amusement or directly included it in the Lake of Entropy to expand Her Moon Realm domain. It wouldn’t play a big tole in the true history of Currere.

Under the premise that Zamara wasn’t willing to continue helping Camilla maintain the dream, She couldn’t even control the 40 million treeified Forest Elf after Floral’s speech, let alone burn their souls as fuel to rewrite history.

William didn’t believe that the other party would carry out such a bad deal. Something must have been mistaken because of his lack of information.

For example, why would a child born from Earth Mother’s body look like Nehe, who had been confirmed dead by Steelheart Widow Aiur?

William stood there, unable to come up with an answer. After searching his ether domain, he immediately found Nizemar’s location through the figurine he had blessed.

With a flash of lightning, he disappeared.

…

If there was one word to describe the current situation in Holy Tree City, it was chaos.

Floral had spent more than ten years rebuilding a loose system that was different from the traditional priest-tribal alliance. The Holy Tree Duke, who had a close relationship with the current empress, had referenced the empire’s bureaucracy and, by her strength alone, made Emerald Province be a part of the Riel Empire’s huge political system.

It wasn’t like in the past where it only belonged to the empire in name.

Religious secularization reforms, comprehensive trade liberalization, and the introduction of modern magic systems… A series of drastic reforms made Ravenwood, especially Holy Tree City, begin to keep up with the new age of the Platinum Calendar.

However, all of this change wasn’t without resistance. 5,000 years of historical inertia wasn’t something she could eliminate in the past decade or so.

Perhaps it was because Floral relied on her status as a lich that she all resistance towards reform was a result of her. In other words, Floral was the only one in Holy Tree City and even Ravenwood who could maintain the foundation of the system.

With her around, everything could go according to plan.

Without her around, everything would fall into complete chaos.

Now, Floral proclaimed to all the Forest Elves that she had forsaken Ravenwood.

Upon hearing her speech, the Forest Elves discerned that the Holy Tree Duke harbored the conviction, in the depths of her heart, that all Forest Elves were born with original sin. She bade all Forest Elves perish. She even entreated all Forest Elves to resign themselves to their preordained demise with a penitent mentality.

Therefore, the entire Ravenwood fell into chaos.

Under the mobilization of the Oak Council, countless citizens surrounded White Bone Castle with slogans like ‘Duke, die.’ They attacked the protective barrier around the palace with their bare bodies and requested the first Forest Elf female ruler in history to step down and accept the Oak Council’s judgment.

As for the magic chanter staff committee nurtured by Floral in the past, who were like seeds that developed the entire Emerald Province’s modern magic system, they tried to maintain order. In the end, they were almost instantly killed and torn apart by the enraged mob before undergoing the Holy Communion ritual outside the palace.

“I just received news from the Shadow Servants that the Oak Council has begun to take over the crown temples on every subtree, and the tree spirits have cooperated and handed over control. The hunting tribes of the Beast Spirits have killed the Wild Hunt troops left behind and announced that they have escaped the control of White Bone Castle. They are now in cahoots with the Oak Council,” a High Elf soldier in golden scale armor and a blood-colored sword at his waist said.

Remides, who had just crawled out of the underground root system and was covered in dust, nodded and asked,”What about the empire’s embassy? The most important thing now is their movements.”

Due to Floral’s close relationship with the empire in the past, the combat strength the empire’s embassy could mobilize might have a drastic impact in such a chaotic situation.

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