Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 474.1: Ancestral Memories (1)

In the fog, Roel Ascart quietly stared at the black-robed priest kneeling on the ground.

The latter’s body was undergoing a complete change. His legs were thickening into sharp roots that plunged into the earth. His body was expanding beyond the restraints of his own clothes. His sagging skin no longer only bore a resemblance to tree barks.

These changes to the High Priest cleared up the doubts in Roel’s mind.

That explains his ghastly appearance, and how he’s been able to survive through the ages. It turns out that he isn’t a human but a treant.

Before the Savior’s descent into depravity, one of his personas was the Sun God. This might not hold much significance to the other races, but for the treants that were reliant on the sun’s energy for survival, it was almost an instinct to worship the sun.

Now that he thought about it, there was no way a human could have possibly become a High Priest of the Savior in the ancient era. After all, it was a very different world back then. It would have been inconceivable for a human to rise above inherently powerful legendary races like the Angels and the Dragons.

As surprising as the revelation of the enemy’s true identity was, Roel wasn’t too fazed by it. What truly shocked him was the dissonant item embedded in the core of the swiftly growing tree.

A heart.

It likely belonged to a human, judging from its size and shape.

“Kyeee!”

The massive treant howled out an eerie cry that grated at one’s ears. Countless branches intertwined with one another, significantly bulking up the treant’s size. It was clear that the enemy was currently recovering from his injuries, which didn’t bode well for Roel.

Despite this, Roel chose to stay put.

It was not because he was underestimating his enemy or that he was overwhelmed by shock. Rather, an indescribable mystical feeling had taken over him. His eyes were drawn to the heart embedded in the treant’s body, and he found himself gripped by an inexplicable sense of intimacy. It was almost as if an invisible thread had connected him to that bi

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