After a while, once the Amber Dragon's trail disappeared into the distance and the dust began to dissipate, the Resurrection Tree, still some distance from the battlefield, began to wriggle again.
Before long, a new Ed emerged from the "cocoon," looking and dressing exactly the same as before.
The previous one was a clone, and this one is also a clone.
Ed's current form has merged with the Root Network. If one had to put it bluntly, unless the Amber Dragon Aeldra Incarnation a super sanitation worker and uproots all the roots throughout the Second Holy See, Ed will only weaken and will not truly die.
As Ed watched the Amber Dragon disappear into the distance, Ed began to seriously consider something—
He always felt that something was off about Aeldra's aura.
Was this dragon powerful?
Of course.
Besides his own power that nearly freezes time, he can also freely manipulate frost and lightning, and he is also quite skilled in Psionic Energy, which is obviously related to a certain young dragon that gave him a dragon head.
Aeldra has high attack and defense, and her health bar doesn't look cheap either, but Ed still feels something is off.
According to Seraphina, Aeldra is one of the worst-tempered and most wicked dragons. There's no reason for such a creature to simply take one of her clones and leave after a face-to-face encounter.
Putting himself in the other person's shoes, Ed felt that if he were a dragon that had dominated the world for thousands of years, even if he didn't trace the source of the Psionic Energy to eradicate it completely, he would still want to wreak havoc and severely damage the opponent, so as not to be worthy of his reputation as a dragon.
Ed felt that if he were Aeldra, he would probably be rolling around on the ground in Valhalla by now.
But Aeldra didn't do that; he simply took his life-size figure and left.
Does he also have some unspeakable secret?
Ed instinctively thought of the target audience for certain small advertisements in another world—
Some outwardly glamorous and high-status social elites often have some embarrassing little flaws that are difficult to talk about in private.
In their quest to cure these intractable ailments, they often resort to all sorts of unorthodox and unorthodox methods.
Many scammers have made a fortune using these tricks.
Even if the deceived individuals are bitter inside, they will never tell anyone, because saving face is more important than anything else.
If we look at it from another angle, if Aeldra also has a similar problem of "lack of persistence," then nothing is surprising.
Although the Amber Dragon itself can make almost anything last to near eternity, the saying goes, "a doctor cannot heal himself," Ed felt that his deduction, even if inaccurate, was probably close enough.
Unfortunately, this was merely his speculation, and a conclusion drawn purely from his behavior.
After all, his actions with Aeldra just now could not even be called a "fight"; Aeldra had completely defeated Ed's clone in one move.
So aside from the possibility of it being "unsustainable," Ed didn't gain any other intelligence.
However, while there were no intelligence gains, material gains seemed to have come knocking on our door.
He turned his head and looked at a hole that had been dug out not far away, and strolled over to it.
A hand emerged from inside, beneath which lay a body that was no longer recognizable as human.
The body had very little skin left, covered with lightning-shaped marks left by lightning strikes, while most of the remaining skin was ulcerated and charred from being hit by ice spikes and lightning.
If this body hadn't been created by Ed, he would have had almost no chance of noticing its presence.
Without a doubt, this body now belongs to a grand duke who is attached to it.
Ed looked at the hole, slowly squatted down on the ground, and smiled.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Hall?"
Ed gave a benevolent smile, and at the same time, countless plants began to grow wildly around him. In the short time it took to ask that question, Hall was already in a lush green world.
Who are you, my lord?
Hall, disguised as a player, wore a serious expression that was more bark than bite, but he was already plotting something in his mind.
Should we fight this guy and steal his body?
His intuition told him that this guy's strength was on par with his own at the moment, and it was still uncertain who would win if they fought.
only...
This young plant-based powerhouse is no less capable than the Cardinals.
Was there such Number One person before I was sealed away?
It seems not.
That is the new powerful being who emerged after he was sealed away.
Considering the time frame, I've been inside that crystal for nearly eighty years, so it's not surprising that a few powerful newcomers have emerged outside.
Judging from Psionic Energy perception alone, this guy should have just recently entered the High Tier.
Such a rate of improvement is, to put it mildly, justifiable by talent.
If I were in my complete form, dealing with him would be a piece of cake, and I wouldn't be in such a dilemma now.
But the problem is, I'm not even in my complete form right now...
Firstly, the eighty-year seal had greatly diminished his Vitality, and even after breaking the seal, he was still in a state of recovery.
The barrier created by that despicable mage prevented ordinary Blood Corpse from entering. Compared to the other sealed grand dukes, he was forcibly awakened without even drinking a drop of blood.
In other words, it has no physical form; otherwise, those ignorant humans would surely have seen a dried-up corpse.
Secondly, I simply didn't have the time to re -Cultivation and Harvest. As soon as they were unsealed, those two guys chased me relentlessly, and every puppet that came was killed...
Having finally obtained a powerful body, he ended up taking a full-force attack from Aeldra head-on, almost losing his account on the spot.
Thirdly, at the end of the previous battle, he still had four clones, so the power contained in each clone was only one-quarter of that in his complete form.
Therefore, Hall felt that he was already quite good at being able to go toe-to-toe with the guy in front of him.
This kind of thinking is understandable, since Hall doesn't know who is standing in front of him.
If he truly knew, he might feel even more at ease than he does now, and he wouldn't need to come up with such a string of excuses in his mind.
Ed, of course, had no idea of the turmoil that was raging in the Grand Duke's mind at that moment. Upon hearing the question, he immediately and enthusiastically introduced himself:
"I am Ed Adrian Number Two, an employee of the Luxury Goods Foundation. Number One has just died in the line of duty... Anyway, congratulations on getting a job with room and board included. The workplace is at Premium Charcoal..."
"Whoosh!"
Before he could finish speaking, Blood Arrow had already pierced Ed's forehead.
Screw the even match, I'm going to explode today!