Chapter 211 Bystanders, Participants
"This feeling... it's been so long since I've felt this way."
Mu En ignored the two who were still in shock. He raised his hand in front of him and his five fingers moved slightly.
He had waited too long for this day, and now he just wanted to see what this new body could do.
He first turned his neck and twisted his waist, doing a few simple warm-up exercises. Each movement was smooth and natural, without any stiffness.
The next moment, in the eyes of the two onlookers, the two-meter-tall avatar vanished instantly.
Only the continuous explosions of air and the deafening cracks in the ground beneath his feet proved that he was still nearby.
Muska couldn't see anything, only feeling the raging winds hitting her face again and again, while Dola, being Golden Folk, could barely make out Mu En's figure.
The golden afterimage was moving at a terrifying speed, its trajectory shifting left and right, up and down, each turn accompanied by the ground cracking and the air exploding.
Mu En was moving her body freely within a very small area, while carefully examining her internal condition.
Those golden threads spread throughout his body like blood vessels and muscles, and were no longer as fragile as before; each exertion of force unleashed astonishing energy.
Seemingly still not satisfied, Mu En began to release Incantations.
With a slight movement of his left hand, a golden javelin materialized in his palm and was instantly hurled hundreds of meters away, exploding into a crater over ten meters in diameter with a deafening roar. With a wave of his right hand, a thin golden barrier unfolded in front of him and then vanished in an instant.
Finally, Mu En touched the ground with his toes, and golden life energy spread out along the ground, restoring all the damaged grass.
After doing all this, he froze in place, the air whistling past him.
Although she appeared to be making no movement, the shimmering little tree in her chest betrayed Mu En's feelings.
"It's absolutely... absolutely fantastic!"
He was so excited because his way of perceiving the world was completely different from before.
Previously, he used his mental energy to scan his surroundings, which was absolutely accurate, but there was always a veil between him and his surroundings.
Now, he experienced a true sense of being alive: a breeze brushed against his body, the air vibrated in his ears, and golden light from the Erdtree fell into his eyes.
Mu En could feel that her soul, which had gradually become cold and absolutely rational over this period of time, was burning hot again, and those emotions that had been suppressed and those feelings that had been ignored were gradually reviving.
He finally transformed from an observer back into a participant.
When Mu En tried to look at the tall Minor Erdtree not far away, she also had a strange dual feeling, which was the wonderful perspective of observing herself from both the first person and the second person at the same time.
Looking at "herself" standing under the tree, constructed from hollowed-out branches and crystalline energy, Mu En felt a sense of déjà vu.
In my memory, in another timeline of " The Elden Ring," in a world called " The Nightreign," there appeared a mysterious being very similar to myself.
Those Night Giant, both sacred and eerie, and intricately connected to the Erdtree, were practically just enlarged, recolored versions of my own body.
( Night Giant, born in the darkness, seem to be something equivalent to the Erdtree )
Although he could indeed modify himself to be more "human-like," his intuition told him that this was the most perfect form. Forcibly changing it would likely cause this naturally formed body to lose its proper function, just like forcibly turning a work of art into an everyday item, which would be a losing proposition.
He doesn't need those formalities; all he needs is this special feeling, the feeling of "being alive," and that's enough.
Finally, there's another point: this Erdtree Avatar is incredibly powerful in combat; even in terms of physical strength alone, it has surpassed the grading standards he had previously established.
If we were to determine his strength through simulation, he would probably be roughly equivalent to the right-hand men of the demigods in the Elden Ring world, heroes whose souls are worthy of eternal existence in the Erdtree.
Okay, from now on, anything above " Knight Level " will be called " Hero Level ".
However, combat power is not the main point; the main point is the feeling of controlling this body.
For example, although he could previously control the movement of tree roots or branches, such as using the main root, which was more than ten meters thick, to pin the Fallingstar Beast to the ground and beat it up.
However, if you try to pick up a pen to write in this way, you will usually end up with a crushed pen that is impossible to use for precise writing.
However, the avatar doesn't have this problem. Even if he uses his fingers to carve micro-carvings, he won't make the slightest mistake. The golden threads provide unparalleled precision control, allowing him to make every movement accurate to the micrometer level.
This is also the source of his refined senses; this gift from the will of the Sea of Corruption truly gave him the ability to become a living being.
Beside her, Dola's face was full of excitement, almost unable to contain her joy, "Great God, congratulations on obtaining an extremely powerful body!"
She had clearly guessed what had happened: the gods had created a powerful body for her that allowed her to move freely, and when it moved, even she could barely catch a glimpse of its afterimage.
As a pirate, admiring strength was ingrained in her character.
Muska's face darkened; he had just made a mistake in his flattery, and now Dola had beaten him to it.
This crazy woman has no self-respect whatsoever; she's like a dog wagging its tail.
But he still managed a polite smile and bowed slightly, "Your majesty is enough to inspire awe in anyone who sees you."
"You don't need to be so mushy in the future. Just call me 'sir' or 'boss' when we're out."
Mu En waved his hand, refusing the words "great" and "respectful".
I didn't think much of it before, but now it suddenly sounds incredibly awkward. Let's leave that shameful title to other gods.
"I want you to understand that I am not the kind of person who uses strict dogma to bind my followers. As long as you show loyalty in your actions, I will not treat you unfairly."
Having said that, he raised his right hand, palm up, and golden threads emerged from his fingertips, quickly condensing into two fruits made of pure gold.
"This is a reward for your hard work these past few days. Eating it is like receiving a blessing."
The two golden apples floated towards Dola and Muska respectively.
Dola caught it and, without hesitation, put it to her mouth and took a bite of half of it. Her aura visibly strengthened, and the gold in her eyes became even purer.
Muska held the golden apple, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't resist taking a bite.
The fruit pulp transformed into a warm current that flowed from his throat into his stomach, quickly spreading to his limbs and bones. Muska once again experienced that wonderful feeling of joy throughout his entire body.
Blessings are both poison and a divine medicine, always irresistible.
A moment later, the two opened their eyes at the same time, feeling increasingly satisfied with Mu En as their "boss".
Dola was satisfied because she had gained greater power, which was more important to her than anything else.
Muska was satisfied because it confirmed one thing: this god truly kept his word; as long as one did things effectively, there would be tangible rewards.
He had already adjusted his mindset; serving the Erdtree was far better than cleaning up the messes of those empty-talking congressmen.
The little schemes in their minds were of no importance to Mu En, who simply turned and walked towards the town.
"Let's go to town; some plans need to be changed."
blessing