However, at this moment, Laine looked at the crystal branch that was piercing through space towards himself and couldn't help but assign it an alias in his mind.
[Ancient Hatred・Flesh-Mother Tree], undoubtedly, was a very fitting name.
In this interface that had been assimilated by the other party over tens of thousands of years, he no longer had any hope of finding anything valuable.
It would be enough to continue testing the abilities of the Mother Tree and then wait for the Chaos World to transform and seal it, since such a life form was absolutely intolerable in the present world.
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Just as Laine stepped into the Land of Mist, at the edge of Niflheim, within a colossal glacier towering over ten thousand meters, a massive shadow stirred its body once more.
The roots of the World Tree within the Land of Mist originally took hold above the Hvergelmir Spring, whose waters not only teemed with toxins but were also piercingly icy.
