Chapter 426 Choice of Branch <TOC> Chapter 428 Multidimensional Illusion
Translator: SumTLMan
At that moment, a slim green figure passed through the crowd and knelt down in front of everyone, facing Angel’s direction.
“My lord, I am willing to follow your command as the highest directive and obey your orders.”
The girl was a young maiden, her light green dress spreading out on the ground as she knelt, resembling a tender bud of early spring, quivering with youthful innocence.
Angel and Shadow were no strangers to her, as she was the first Kulakuka tribesperson they encountered upon entering the Living Soul Garden.
Babaya of Woodbud Village.
Angel glanced at the High Priest, and Babaya’s appearance in this group was undoubtedly his arrangement.
Babaya’s eyes held a hint of pleading, seemingly wanting to say something. However, she didn’t speak, only kneeling on the ground to express her loyalty to Angel.
With Babaya leading the way in expressing her heartfelt loyalty, it was like a domino effect. A young man, whose eyes were full of admiration for Babaya, pondered for a moment before kneeling down as well. The boy’s parents were a middle-aged couple, and seeing their son kneel, they exchanged glances and knelt down too. One after another, within a minute, everyone had knelt down and pledged their loyalty to Angel.
Seeing this, the High Priest couldn’t help but stroke his beard, his eyes filled with both laughter and tears. When selecting the people to leave, he recalled that Angel had mentioned knowing Babaya, so he specifically chose Woodbud Village as the starting point for his selection, including Babaya. Little did he expect that it was ultimately Babaya who brought about this surprising result.
Only after everyone had finished pledging their loyalty did Angel nod his head.
Now that he had promised to take them with him, the question of how to accommodate them naturally arose.
Though there were 81 of them, they were just too small. When squeezed together, a one-meter long and wide box could easily fit them all.
Therefore, the remaining space within the bracelet was more than enough to accommodate them. However, he couldn’t simply stuff them into the bracelet, as there were some precious items inside, and he couldn’t always pay attention to the situation within the bracelet.
After pondering, Angel took out a piece of “Ebony” from the bracelet that was not of any rank, and as the Heat Fusion spell eroded it, a Magic Hand quickly carved intricate details. About two minutes later, a high-rise building that Angel had seen on Earth appeared before everyone.
At the base of this four-meter-tall building model, Angel set up a circular fixed base, with a few square recesses left on it.
The appearance of this building model surprised all the Kulakuka tribespeople, who whispered in amazement.
Angel placed the building model in front of everyone and then pointed at Babaya, asking her to step forward: “You, come here.”
Babaya glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then approached the base of the model building with a slightly apprehensive expression.
“What’s your name?” Angel pretended not to know and asked.
Babaya hesitated for a moment, seeming to understand something, and replied with her head down: “Babaya. My name is Babaya, Lord.”
“Alright. Babaya, you will temporarily serve as the leader of this branch.” Angel paused, pointing to the tall building model beside him: “This building has a total of fifteen floors and nearly a hundred rooms. You are responsible for assigning accommodations for everyone.”
Babaya’s face lit up with surprise: “Is this really for us to live in? I understand! Thank you, Lord!”
“You have one hour to arrange everyone’s accommodations,” Angel said, allowing Babaya to manage the task on her own. Although they had never seen such a living arrangement before, the interior structure of the building was simple and easily understood with just a glance.
After nodding to Angel, Babaya took a deep breath, her expression shifting from innocent to mature and serious. She addressed the people behind her: “Everyone, follow me. Let’s gather at the base of the… building.”
As Babaya began to allocate accommodations, Angel glanced at the High Priest and gestured for him to come out.
The High Priest nodded and followed Angel out of the Centennial Hall.
Shadow glanced at Angel but did not follow him out. Instead, she stood by the side of the building, curiously exploring the interior with her mental powers. The rooms inside the building were arranged in an orderly manner, with seven or eight rooms on each floor. The rooms were small but featured balconies. Interestingly, each room had no doors, but there were piles of wood inside, clearly indicating that Angel wanted them to make their own doors and furniture.
“How considerate, even taking into account the boredom of the journey and leaving wood for them,” Shadow remarked with a smirk, gaining a deeper understanding of Angel’s attention to detail.
On the other side, Angel took the High Priest outside the Centennial Hall.
Angel asked the High Priest: “Is there anything symbolic of the Kulakuka tribe, such as fruits, livestock, books, or even art pieces? I can consider taking them with us.”
Since Angel had agreed to the High Priest’s request, he naturally wanted to do his best. Without cultural heritage and survival wisdom, would a tribe that continued to exist still be the Kulakuka tribe? That’s why Angel asked this question.
The High Priest looked at Angel, experiencing a moment of confusion.
After a while, he had the hummingbird land and bowed deeply to Angel: “Meeting you here, perhaps that is the true destiny of the Kulakuka tribe.”
Angel chuckled and didn’t comment on the so-called “destiny.”
The High Priest left, and an hour later, he arrived at the Centennial Hall with almost all the priests and a team of hummingbird knights.
The priests represented the cultural heritage. Each of them held scrolls, palm-leaf manuscripts, and painting scrolls—a thick stack.
Hummingbird Knights represented the wisdom of life, carrying a variety of sundries in their hands, including handicrafts, plant seeds and seedlings, and even some knights holding struggling animal cubs.
“Lord, these things…” The High Priest was somewhat embarrassed, feeling from his perspective that he had brought too many items.
Angel glanced at the items, but didn’t think they were too many. Consider that the members of the Kulakuka tribe were basically palm-sized, and no matter how many things they carried, it was not that big of a deal. For example, Angel saw a priest holding a palm-leaf manuscript that, if he didn’t look carefully, he would mistake for a pebble.
Therefore, Angel didn’t think these items were too many.
Angel casually piled up a layer of fertile soil and returned to the Centennial Hall. He piled the soil into the square cells at the base of the building, where the Kulakuka tribe members could plant their own crops during the journey, ensuring they had plenty of food and clothing.
The Hummingbird Knights and priests who followed him into the hall were amazed when they saw the building model, and they couldn’t stop exploring it. Then, under Babaya’s command, everyone worked together to add “cultural heritage” and “life wisdom” to the building.
The clock turned another small grid, and everything in the building was finally settled.
Angel gestured for the priests and Hummingbird Knights to leave the building’s vicinity, and he approached the building. With magic power in his hands, several illusion nodes appeared around the building.
The illusion was a common hallucinatory effect to prevent people inside the building from stepping out.
Next, Angel said to the crowd: “Bid your farewells. This is your last minute of staying in your homeland.”
As the words fell, the tears of the 81 Kulakuka tribespeople standing at the base of the building, except for the young children, nearly all fell.
Angel didn’t care how they handled their feelings of parting, and with his gaze, he found Babaya, who was sitting alone on the stairs in the back of the crowd.
“Do you have anything to say to me?” Angel whispered to Baba.
Babaya raised her bewildered head and saw Angel standing silently in the distance, watching her. She immediately stood up: “Lord…”
“Just whisper, I can hear you.”
When Babaya first expressed her heartfelt gratitude, he noticed this young girl with a hint of pleading in her eyes. However, she didn’t choose to say it right away, which made Angel feel a little fondness for her.
If she had really spoken up at that time, there would have been suspicion of seeking favors, and Angel would never agree. But she didn’t say it then, she just conveyed her request to him with her eyes. Whether or not to respond to her request became Angel’s choice.
“Lord, my grandmother has me as her only relative left. If I leave her, I don’t know how sad she would be. Moreover, this may be a permanent separation…” Babaya couldn’t help but cry when she thought of her elderly grandmother.
“Do you want to bring your grandmother with you?”
Babaya nodded.
“This journey may be long and perilous, so don’t assume it will be easy. The unknown is the most terrifying thing. I believe we’ll face numerous hardships along the way. Are you sure you want to bring your grandmother with you? And is she truly willing to leave? To leave her homeland, where fallen leaves cannot return to their roots. Can you make that decision for your grandmother?”
Babaya pondered for a moment and still nodded firmly. She and her grandmother had relied on each other since childhood, and she did not want to leave her grandmother alone under any circumstances.
“Very well. Since you’ve made your decision, I will take her with me when I leave. You must bear the consequences of your choice.”
Angel finished speaking and no longer engaged in conversation with Babaya. Instead, he approached the High Priest: “The time has come. We must leave.”
Accompanied by the faint sobbing within the building, Angel waved his hand and collected the building into his bracelet.
The High Priest looked at the empty space before him, feeling both sentimental and hopeful.
“Thank you, my lord…” The High Priest knelt before Angel, his head touching the floor and tears streaming down his aged face. As he knelt, all the other priests also bowed in reverence, supporting themselves with the ribbons; the knights removed their helmets and performed a single-knee salute to Angel.
“Rise. The future is still uncertain, and I may not be able to bear your gratitude for now.”
After saying this, Angel nodded to Shadow who had been watching the show all along: “Let’s go.”
Shadow nodded, and the two of them, along with a magic puppet, leaped over the kneeling crowd and disappeared outside the Centennial hall.
The people kneeling on the ground did not get up for a long time. At some point, a priest wiping his tears walked over to the High Priest, wanting to help him up. But when he reached out and touched him, the High Priest collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.
It was then that everyone realized that the High Priest had already passed away. However, tears filled the corners of his eyes, and a faint smile graced his lips…
Elsewhere, as Angel and Shadow passed by the sacred mountain, they suddenly heard faint chanting.
Looking up, they discovered that at the summit of the sacred mountain, a group of songstresses was singing the —Fairy Epic— with their eyes closed, repeating it over and over. The songstress standing at the forefront was the girl with a black birthmark on her face who had been selected to join the Sky Choir this time.
The sun began to shine, illuminating the earth.
“The first hero, with a sword in hand, entered the blooming estate, and under the watchful gaze of the red-haired princess, picked the first dew-kissed rose.”
“The second hero, concealing his ferocity, entered the realm of the giant serpent. Behind the cunning human mask, he awaited the second dawn amid the flames and bloodshed of war.”
“The third hero, spreading his wings, stepped into the dark castle. Amid the High Priest’s gentle chant, he picked up the scepter to greet the glorious third visitor.”
“The fourth hero, accompanied by a sacred hymn, opened the door in the sky, guided by the brilliant light, turned the pages of the black tome, and awakened the fourth soul.”
The original —Fairy Epic— should have ended here.
However, this time, the bard did not finish, but continued to chant in a heavenly voice, a verse they had never heard before — the fifth section.
“The final hero, carrying hope, illuminated the hopeless dawn, saving the souls sinking in the sea of suffering, guided by the lighthouse through darkness, in search of the breaking dawn…”
Chapter 426 Choice of Branch <TOC> Chapter 428 Multidimensional Illusion