“Elise… as expected, you know her. The power of the Abyss is the same. Thirty years ago, you betrayed the Silver Moon Goddess and stirred up the Black Moon Tide. Is she also present in that?” Serafalis said, her gaze sweeping across, not difficult to find the figures of Abyss cultists among the Dark Elves. “Moreover, today, your target is the Holy Spring of Life and that girl. Is this also a conspiracy with her?”
“Serafalis, after all, I watched you grow up. You think too little of me.” The High Priest of the Dark Night smiled and shook his head, “Although ‘Saintess’ is a friend worthy of trust, it does not mean she has the ability to control us. As for the Abyss, the Dark Moon… Heh, Serafalis, it seems your queen has not told you enough.”
Serafalis raised her eyebrows. The middle-aged elf in the dark blue robe had dark silver hair cascading over his shoulders, and his elegant face was smiling. His long fingers touched his long sword, as if playing the moonlight, “You and Beltnan misunderstand me as well. When have I ever betrayed anyone?”
“Zorgel, do you deny what you have brought upon us?” Serafalis questioned. The High Priest of the Dark Elves smiled and shook his head. He looked up, the Dark Moon still spread across the sky, but the moonlight was gradually fading.
“As for your claim of my purpose… indeed, if I can witness the girl who carries the Goddess of Life in the Holy Spring, it would be an interesting thing. But it seems you will not give me such an opportunity.” He glanced at the increasingly dense divine radiance and the laws of life, and the will that could be faintly sensed, showing an appreciative smile. Suddenly, in his hand, the long sword condensed from the Dark Moon burst into light, and a tide of moonlight surged, engulfing the entire space! The elves present were horrified, completely unable to expect that this High Priest of the Dark Night would suddenly attack alone. After all, even with half of them lost, they still had three Saint Ranks and more than twenty Star Ranks, not to mention Serafalis, who was also a legend. They were not to be easily annihilated! Held tightly by Lorinta and shielded behind her, Ainseir tried hard to open her big eyes. She saw the Silver Moon Elves in the crowd, their faces filled with shock as moonlight fell upon them. Suddenly, she cried out, “Wait, his target is Miss Irene!”
“Aizelia, after so many years, is this how you treat your father?” Zorgel walked towards her, his gaze slightly amused, looking at the fear and hatred in the silver eyes of the Silver Moon Elf. … Moonlight swept across the land like a tide. Ainseir forcefully opened her stinging eyes. She looked around, and the ground was covered with corpses. Thousands of Dark Elves had disappeared along with Zorgel. None of them suffered casualties, not only because Serafalis and the Spirit Bird of Life blocked most of the moonlight, but the real reason was that the High Priest of the Dark Elves did not truly intend to attack them. Zorgel’s target was merely Irene, who was “Aizelia.” Her gaze swept around, and the Silver Moon elf also disappeared into the moonlight. Ainseir tightly grasped her hand. At this moment, what she cared about was not only Irene being abducted, but also… The entire sky cracked open, and the Dark Moon shrouding the Sacred Tree gradually disintegrated into fragments of spiritual power, and soft light once again fell upon the land. Although most people did not understand why, after sacrificing nearly a thousand Dark Elves and at least five or six Saint Ranks in Ebro Lar, by feigning an attack on the Sacred Tree and the Sky City, they suddenly chose to retreat. At this moment, witnessing the dissipation of the Dark Moon and the sky once again casting soft sunlight, they could not help but feel relieved. They had put their lives on the line and defended the hope of their race with their lives, but this did not mean that these elves did not cherish their lives.
“My Goddess.” Except for the elves rushing towards the Great Elder Beltnan, more elves knelt down. Despite their wounds, pain, and even severe disabilities, they prayed, their eyes fixed on the increasingly brilliant divine radiance in the Holy Spring. In the divine radiance, they could feel the incomparably rich laws of life, and even the gentle gaze of the deity, like memories of the Goddess of Life’s divine enlightenment from ancient times… This proved that the sleeping Goddess of Life was about to awaken. The Goddess of Life was undoubtedly the hope of their race. As if seeing a scene that would be forever etched in memory, the elves raised their faces, tears streaming down in excitement.
“Why is there only the aura of life… then, what about Miss Verafia?” Compared to the elves who were relieved for their survival and excited by the awakening of the goddess, Ainseir’s emerald eyes were full of panic. The slightly mocking voice of the High Priest of the Dark Night echoed in her mind. “Zorgel said… the girl who once held the Goddess of Life, does he mean Miss Verafia?” Her voice was filled with panic, Ainseir tightly grasped Lorinta’s hand, and raised her head, her exquisite face appearing even more anxious, “Sister Lorinta, does this mean… even though the Great Elder only asked Miss Verafia to awaken the Goddess!” Meeting the elf girl’s gaze, Lorinta’s eyes flickered, and she shook her head helplessly. Ainseir’s eyes became suspicious and anxious. She gritted her silver teeth forcefully, dropped Lorinta’s hand, and quickly ran towards where Beltnan and the Emerald Singer were: “Lord Serafalis—” Serafalis was standing beside the Great Elder of the Wood Elves, her gaze slightly lowered, resting on the old man’s face. Not only were the laws of the Dark Moon destroying vitality, but his life had long since withered and disintegrated from the desperate burning before. At this moment, Beltnan was not yet dead. He struggled to lift his face, exerting all his strength to resist the fading life, just wanting to open his eyes. The spirit bird chirped, Serafalis landed on the old man, her eyes containing unknown emotions. For hundreds of years, Beltnan had been the Great Elder of the Wood Elves, and even Serafalis, in her heart, had admired and loved this old man. However, from the Queen, she had also learned of Beltnan’s ambition to create a new god. Finally, all complex emotions turned into a sigh, and she shook her head, “Lord Beltnan…” Beltnan, of course, could not hear her words. Beltnan was currently maintaining his life, and his only obsession was to witness the birth of the goddess… to personally witness the goddess who could sustain the hope of their race. He only needed the birth of the goddess. For this, Beltnan was willing to sacrifice his life, willing to betray the goddess Silusli, whom he had believed in for thousands of years, even if the divine being would be an outsider like Verafia. This was his only obsession.
Divine radiance rippled over the Holy Spring, and countless laws of life converged in mid-air. Faintly, a petite figure was continuously absorbing the laws and divine power. Ainseir, who was halfway there, shuddered, and looked back with surprise and joy. A gentle radiance fell, landing on Beltnan’s face, like the warm spring sun melting the winter snow. Beltnan’s body trembled with excitement, a hint of a smile appeared on his face, and he finally closed his eyes peacefully. Serafalis glanced at him again, “Lord Beltnan, you have crossed the line after all… but, may you rest in peace.” With that, the Wood Elf turned and walked towards the Holy Spring and the petite girl enveloped by countless divine radiance. As a legendary powerhouse, she could naturally see clearly the brilliant golden threads of dawn floating in the divine radiance, and countless crystals of life surrounding her petite body. The girl’s eyelashes trembled slightly, as if awakening from a dream. Her soft, bright golden eyes lit up with dazzling luster. Immediately, countless divine powers of life poured into her body. The petite, young body grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. The once four or five-year-old infant-like body quickly grew into the appearance of a young girl. Although she still appeared somewhat tender, she was indeed a much more grown girl. The flowing divine radiance enveloped her delicate body, condensing into a gorgeous long dress, gently wrapping her flawless body. In the astonished eyes of all the elves, the girl’s flawless jade-like lotus feet lightly touched the ground, the divine radiance gradually faded, and her figure was revealed to all eyes.
“Mmm…” The girl’s voice was soft and pleasant, like a beautiful melody played between soft and tender jade. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her head slightly. Her golden eyes caught sight of her still slender and tender arms, and she gestured slightly in front of the curves that slightly rose under the dress. “I’ve worked so hard to absorb the divine power of life… why am I still like this?” Gripping her silver teeth, a trace of annoyance instantly appeared on the girl’s flawless snow-white face. Having been a little girl for so long, she wanted to take the opportunity to reshape her body and, with the divine power of life, surpass that idiot Ice Dragon who always mocked her… but the reality that appeared before her dealt her a heavy blow.
“Miss Verafia!” Suddenly, a clear voice with surprise reached her ears. Verafia looked up, and the elf girl with emerald green hair pounced into her arms. “Sob, it’s really Verafia… I thought Grandpa the Great Elder lied to you, and I would blame myself for the rest of my life.” Burying her head deeply in her chest, Ainseir’s voice faintly carried the sound of sobbing. Verafia blinked her golden eyes slightly, and she naturally knew very well what this Wood Elf was thinking in her heart. She was considering how to reply, but Ainseir’s little head was slightly raised, and a hint of confusion appeared in her emerald green eyes, “But… Verafia, why is the Goddess’s law on you gradually fading?”
“This?” Verafia slightly raised her head, her golden eyes blinked as she thought. Her flawless snow-white face was tinged with the soft radiance of dawn, and she smiled gently, “I am not your Goddess of Life, of course, it’s impossible for me to contain the laws of life.”
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Ah. I really didn’t expect this to be so long… Well, it can barely be considered yesterday’s update, and if I stretch it a bit, it can be considered one chapter~ (nod)
(Although there’s still a little bit unfinished, but Veer has indeed appeared, right? 23333)
