Chapter 498: Ambitions Beyond Measure
As time slowly returned to the morning, after Tang Zeming Asuka left Margaret and the towering stone tower, Margaret emerged from the underground chamber, placing her hands on her abdomen as she gazed at the dim, foggy sky before her.
In her eyes, Asuka’s figure gradually disappeared into the mist ahead. From this vantage point, her petite frame faced the fierce winds of the morning, creating a gap in the fog through which a faint scent of lingering wine from last night’s festivities blew in.
The residents of the Ideal Nation were all resting at this moment, lost in the dreamy bliss of drunkenness.
Margaret stood alone in front of the stone tower, watching the faint golden light flickering on the horizon outside the Ideal Nation. She keenly sensed the imminent storm, yet she showed no sign of panic, simply observing the distance as if everything were unrelated to her.
“Margaret…”
At this time, Chuan rushed over from the other side of the street. He looked at the golden hue emerging from the mist, and as an elf, he knew better than anyone what it meant…
His mother, the World Tree, was coming.
Even a reincarnated elf who had lived for so long would feel a sense of panic at the arrival of his mother full of fury; it was a factor rooted in their bloodline. Yet Margaret appeared calm, raising her hand to stop his next words. She smiled at Chuan and said,
“The World Tree is coming, right?”
Looking at Margaret, Chuan slowly quieted down. He nodded and replied,
“Yes, my mother completed the King’s reincarnation faster than expected. And not just her, my kin will come as well… What we did before was a provocation to the mythical beings, and those who value propriety will not let it go easily.”
No one had dared to threaten the elven race so boldly for ten thousand years; previously, it was always the elves bullying others. Moreover, the ones threatening them now were a human and a traitor, which infuriated the elves even more. They would not rest until they turned the Ideal Nation and Margaret’s group to dust a thousand times over to uphold their status as “mythical beings.”
“But there’s always a first time; it’s time to make them return with their wings clipped… Chuan, I will start to fully control the Loom right away. Until the Loom is completely under my control, based on the slumbering death, they will have no way to deal with the Ideal Nation. So our only goal is to ensure this happens. Therefore, Chuan, when the time comes, no matter what happens, we cannot let anyone approach the stone tower, including Fisher and others. We can ask for their help, but we cannot allow them near the tower.”
At this moment, Margaret’s words were firm and resolute. She glanced at the darkening sky, calculating the specific time.
“I can fully trust Asuka, but Fisher, Cain… those who have ties to the Holy Realm must be approached with caution until the Loom is completely under control. Your pressure will be great, Chuan. Not only must you temporarily block the approaching elves and the World Tree, but you must also ensure the safety of the tower…”
“And our citizens…”
Chuan added a line.
Margaret smiled and nodded, holding his hand as she said,
“That’s right, but once we succeed, we will have a brand new home, Chuan.”
“Alright, I will stop them.”
Chuan took a deep breath, accepting the crucial responsibility. He nodded at Margaret, then turned and left the stone tower, quickly floating into the mist.
Soon, in areas outside Margaret’s sight, the outskirts of the Ideal Nation began to rise like a bastion, thick branches adorned with robust purple flowers emerging from the sea of gold, reminiscent of a city wall. Amidst the vibrations that felt like an avalanche, wisps of deep purple floral fragrance slowly spread out, enveloping the Ideal Nation and pulling the previously awakening beings back into a deep slumber.
……
At this moment, high above, a square book lay completely deflated, as if it had suffered a severe blow, looking lifeless at the misty space below.
Yes, this was Fisher’s old friend, Emhart.
Earlier, when Fisher had left, he intended to follow with his eyes, but Gabriel refused to budge no matter what, and when asked for a reason, her only answer was “unsafe,” so Emhart had no idea about Fisher’s specific process of entering the mythical rank; by the time he returned, he was already at the mythical rank…
However, based on general reasoning and the “Baemon conjecture,” and since Emhart was accustomed to assuming the worst about Baemon, it was naturally all Baemon’s fault.
Damn Baemon!
He thought bitterly, but then suddenly recalled what had happened last night, his eyes nearly bursting with pain.
That Baemon actually…
Foolish! Foolish, Fisher!
Though I know you’ve always been able to flirt with women and usually accept all suitors, why couldn’t you have just wiped your eyes at a critical moment?
Why did it have to be Baemon?
The more Emhart thought, the angrier he became, nearly grinding his teeth to dust in Gabriel’s embrace.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a rising sensation. Peering out from Gabriel’s arms, he discovered that she was ascending, moving away from the Ideal Nation below.
“Angel… oh no, Mother, why are we leaving? I want to go back and see Fisher!”
Normally, Gabriel would have agreed to Emhart’s requests since he’d grown increasingly skilled at charming her. But this time, Gabriel did not comply. She simply held Emhart and the crystal as they flew higher and higher, until they could see the outline of the massive blue planet below.
Emhart wanted to speak again but was surprised to notice that the enormous phantasmic tree, larger than this planet, had vanished without a trace, and the area near Dragon Tail Island in the southern end of Dragon Continent began flashing with extremely dangerous golden light.
“What… what happened?”
Gabriel looked expressionless at the scene below. After a while, she held Emhart and the crystal a bit tighter and said,
“Nob, dear, stay close to your mother…”
“War is coming.”
……
Out on Dragon Tail Island, beside the wide coastline where the waves crashed, today’s waves were more tumultuous than usual.
With roars and fury, high waves slammed against the rocks, splashing water columns that soared dozens of meters high; their explosive sound seemed to herald some impending disaster.
Amidst the crashing sounds, a series of extremely robust peach wood trees rose from the sea, piercing through the shoreline like drills. Amidst the splintering rocks and blooming peach flowers, a petite black-haired elf dressed in a traditional dress sat poised atop a peach branch, looking down at the land below with an air of superiority.
From beneath the peach branches, a dozen elegantly dressed elves emerged, gazing from afar at the Ideal Nation concealed in mist.
“Lord Elf…”
At this time, those subhumans of the Fourteenth Rank, who had received the message early and rushed to set up the Eye Tree, all came to greet the arriving elf race. But upon seeing the sturdy peach wood, they froze.
The news hadn’t mentioned that the Duke of Peach was coming; wasn’t she injured?
Why did she bring so many elves?
Regardless, they all knelt down in advance, humbly welcoming the elves,
“Lord Elf, all Eye Trees are fully set up, and the Great Builder has already anchored this area. She will soon descend here…”
However, the Duke of Peach paid them no mind, narrowing her eyes as she gazed at the Ideal Nation ahead. Then her brows furrowed as she spoke to a male elf behind her,
“Li, go connect with Mother and tell her about that Transmigrator’s situation! Hurry!”
“Yes.”
The elegant male elf lowered his head and complied, but the Duke of Peach’s expression showed no sign of relaxing. Until she could contact her mother and inform her about the Transmigrator’s plan, her heart would remain unsettled; that was the reason she personally brought the elves here.
As mentioned before, the World Tree and the elves were not on the same dimensional plane. Even her biological brother sometimes found it challenging to locate her specific position; most of the time, they would only be engaged in distant verbal sparring without resolution, arguing incessantly and causing each other distress.
And whenever the World Tree became furious with Feima Baharon, all the omens the elves sought from her would turn ominously unfavorable.
Yes, that was the crux of the problem; ordinarily, the elves couldn’t directly contact the World Tree. Even her progeny needed specific means to cross dimensions to communicate with her. This kind of communication was generally troublesome; only the Dragon God could engage in friendly exchanges one sentence at a time.
Therefore, when the Duke of Peach discovered the true plot and secrets of that Transmigrator under the already reincarnated Elf King’s pillow, she knew she had to come to alert her mother about this matter; otherwise, it would lead to a major disaster!
“Duke of Peach, Mother cannot be reached; she has not arrived yet, but her powers and the [Laws] have started to converge. Once she appears, it might be too late…”
Soon, the elf named Li returned from contacting the World Tree, looking rather grim as he spoke.
“Tsk, that damned Transmigrator is nothing but a nuisance…”
The Duke of Peach glanced at her dress and saw that the wounds from chaotic powers still covered her abdomen and chest with dried peach branches. She took a deep breath, her gaze turning sharp as she glared at the distant nation, gritting her teeth and saying,
“We can’t wait any longer; since that’s the case, we must enter the nation. We must stop that Transmigrator; if she succeeds, we, Mother, and the Tree Continent will all become sinners in this world. Li, go contact the Dragon God; Cheng, go to the Holy Realm and inform those angels about this matter!”
The two behind her exchanged uncertain glances, but the Duke of Peach was now completely enraged. Her pupils suddenly split, turning into two continually swirling double pupils. The veins on her forehead bulged as she scolded them,
“What time is it? Still hesitating! You two nuisances! Get moving! If you don’t move now, I’ll twist your heads off and send you back home to reincarnate!”
Cheng, a seemingly fragile female elf, immediately perked up her ears at the scolding and quickly took off into the sky with a flash of colorful light.
Li, on the other hand, still appeared hesitant. He glanced at Cheng, forced a smile, and said,
“Duke of Peach, the angels in the Holy Realm need that Pandora angel to communicate the divine message to connect with Lord Heavenly Lock; they won’t help just by themselves. And if we want to reach Lord Heavenly Lock, Cheng probably won’t make it in time. As for the Dragon God…”
As he spoke, Li’s expression turned to one of forced mirth,
“Lord Dragon God comes and goes unseen; I have no idea if he is in a crevice or sleeping here. I…”
The Duke of Peach turned to look at him expressionlessly, then enunciated,
“I checked; there’s no trace of the Dragon God in the crevice; he is currently asleep in a cave somewhere on Dragon Continent. I don’t care how you wake him up; if necessary, hammer on each cave like you’re trying to get a mole out!”
You really dare to say that, Duke of Peach.
Getting the Dragon God out like a mole might just get you into big trouble.
He remembered that Lord Bai almost got killed just for passing a message in the past; he barely survived with the help of distinguished persons…
But a job assigned by the leader must be done; otherwise, she would take him out first.
Thus, Li had no choice but to bow his head and quickly depart.
With the two messengers gone, the Duke of Peach glanced at the remaining elves behind her, then rubbed her forehead and addressed the terrified Fourth Rank subhumans,
“You all go back to the Tree Continent; each of you earn a credit. We’ll confer rewards after this matter is resolved.”
Once she opened her rotating double pupils again, she turned very seriously to the nine remaining elves,
“As for the nine of you, you will accompany me into the Ideal Nation, and our priority is to eliminate the one called ‘Margaret,’ that Transmigrator; everything else can be set aside for now. Any who dare obstruct us will be killed without mercy, even that Chuan; no need to keep his entire corpse intact.”
“Yes, Duke of Peach.”
With a total of ten mythical beings, they could even submerge Dragon Tail Island, but given the current situation in the Ideal Nation, the Duke of Peach felt it might not be enough, hence the need to notify the Holy Realm and the Dragon God…
Because that Transmigrator named Margaret had ambitions beyond measure.
……
Tang Zeming Asuka rushed through the mist once more, passing all the residents who were still asleep, and returned to the towering stone tower at the center of the Ideal Nation.
She was exceedingly excited; although she had struggled to express her feelings in front of Hela, Fisher had patted her head and even encouraged her…
Perhaps for Asuka, the moment when she said, “I have something to tell Fisher,” could already be considered a confession of sorts.
Because, just like scheduling a dentist appointment for next weekend, it meant she gathered the courage.
That’s why, at this moment, Asuka looked so excited, as if she had already expressed her thoughts.
Yet even now, as she gazed at the lengthy spiral staircase within the towering stone tower, she felt a headache; she wondered how she had managed to climb it so laboriously before.
“If only there were elevators in this world…”
She thought to herself.
Just then, she suddenly recalled that the angel Pandora had possibly deceived her, which meant she might not be able to go home?
“Ha…ha…”
Feeling fatigued, Asuka finally reached the middle of the tower, resting her hands on her knees to catch her breath. After swallowing, she struggled to make her way to the top of the tower.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally reached the top. The originally hollow grand entrance was slightly ajar, casting down streams of golden light that resembled flowing water.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Asuka smiled as she pushed open the door, revealing the scene inside.
Inside the hall, all the tables, chairs, and beds had vanished; the only thing remaining was the calm pool in the center, about ten meters in diameter.
From that pool, dazzling golden light was rising, agitating the previously calm waters as if they were boiling.
Standing by the pool with her hands behind her back was Margaret, quietly gazing at the water below. She only raised her head to look back when she sensed the door behind her opening.
“Margaret… I’m… I’m here…”
Seeing Asuka panting for breath, Margaret smiled gently, speaking to her just as warmly as before,
“Close the door, Asuka. The elves have arrived at Dragon Tail Island; I can sense their presence. Our situation has become dangerous, so we must hurry…”
“Mm… yes!”
As usual, Asuka hurried to the side of the pool and took a deep breath, stretching out her hands towards the water below, beginning the process of purifying the Loom’s power.
Margaret also slowly extended her hand, waiting for Asuka to gradually reduce the imprint of the World Tree’s power, before taking control of the Loom’s power.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz…”
Within the pool, the restless power was constantly agitated. As Asuka established a deeper connection with the Loom, she slowly closed her eyes, focusing on the task at hand. With her intense focus, the pace of progress significantly quickened, and the golden light in the pool became ever more radiant…
In Margaret’s eyes, the golden light grew stronger; she merely lowered her head to gaze at the pool, seeming to observe the flickering Loom of gold, or perhaps not.
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