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Chapter 680: The Suspect

Inside Nature's Residence.

Seeing that Iristine and the sorcerers were coming back again, Martha said in a sharp tone, "I've nothing else to say. If you don't believe it, go to report to Her Royal Highness and the Elder. They will decide. But before this, please stay away from me as far as you can. The stink from your mind disgusts me!"

Felipe and Jurisian looked rather peaceful and relaxed, as if the sharp words never came into their ears. Instead, they turned to look at Iristine.

Iristine took a deep breath and got up the courage. She said to her, feeling displeased, "Ms. Martha, the sorcerers believe that you're still a suspect, so they need to search the treehouse and the tree bags…"

"What? They think I'm a suspect?!" Martha cut Iristine off and questioned in the sharp tone. Her fury was brewing.

Those elves who viewed her as their instructor also felt very offended and angry.

Iristine hurriedly added, "Mother has agreed."

Martha could not believe her ears, and she took a step backwards out of astonishment. The elves beside were also shocked: How could Her Royal Highness support those unreasonable human beings!?

After telling Martha this, Iristine finally felt a bit more relaxed and her expression had become more fluent, "Ms. Martha, I hope you can understand this. The elvish tree is what we elves rely on and every one of us wants to find out why it is polluted to fix it. In this process, we make mistakes. If anyone's wronged, I apologize here. But the investigation will keep going. If there are always elves refusing investigation, it'll be impossible to make much progress."

She had put all the blame on the royal elf family and on herself, without mentioning one single word about sorcerers and human beings. Although her tone was soft, she showed great determination as a leader.

What had been going on recently had taught her the more precious lesson.

The other elves started nodding. No matter what, the elvish tree was their top priority. Although they were very unhappy about this, stopping this investigation was destroying the future of the elf race! They should make some concessions as long as no elves were wronged by those bloody human beings.

However, when they looked at the sorcerers, they became even more furious, as if they had put all the blame on those human beings.

The dark green skin of Martha's face made it hard to tell the look on her face. After a minute, when everyone thought that she had accepted the searching, she suddenly said.

"I don't allow this! Her Royal Highness must have been fooled by those filthy human sorcerers!"

"This is an attack against my dignity and mind. I will resist it with my life!"

Her attitude was to the elves' great surprise, which also made them feel suspicious. If she was indeed innocent, after the searching was done and nothing was found, a protest in front of Her Royal Highness, the Elder, and the princess would be totally reasonable. But now it was not at all a good chance to show her temper, unless…

"Ms. Martha, if you're concerned that the sorcerers might make fake proof against you, we can be there all the time. Our power gifted by nature is of no inferior to magic." said a female elf, trying to persuade Martha.

Another male elf nodded, "Even if they somehow have some fake proof, showing your innocence and righteousness is not difficult at all. This is about the pollution of the elvish tree, so we can see if the black spots on the elvish tree will disappear or not."

Heidi took a glance at Annick and then nodded to Jurisian. They had made sure that Martha was hiding something, and it was just too obvious.

Facing the persuasion, Martha's attitude softened a bit. She said coldly to them, "Go ahead. If you find nothing, remember that I won't accept your apology. I just hope that you can leave the forest in shame on your own."

Felipe walked in the tree house at a leisure pace with his hands in pockets. Step by step, he stepped onto the transparent stairs made of air and walked directly onto the tree. The elves hurriedly followed in fear that he would make any fake proof against Martha.

Jurisian, Heidi, and Annick followed Iristine and Martha. They behaved themselves as they did not want to further piss off the elves.

The treehouse wasn't big, but it was very organized and clean, and the house was filled with the pleasant scent of trees and flowers. Apart from books, some musical instruments, and some paintings, there were only some small decorations made of some dried flower petals, strange-shaped stones and leaves.

Under the instruction of Jurisian, Annick and the rest of the sorcerers started searching every corner of the two treehouses. Among them, Alferris was the most motivated one, which kept running back and forth among the elves. Its eyes were shining like gems as it was remembering everything shining in this place. From time to time, its little paws from time to time picked up some shining items and were reluctant to put them down.

At this time, Felipe picked up a notebook and started leafing through it.

"These are notes on music and dance. Can you read it?" said Martha sarcastically.

Hearing the word "music" in elf language, Felipe's right hand slightly twitched a bit and then he talked back at her coldly, "Take it easy. My art talent isn't as bad as you think."

"Oh is that right? Are you good at using a dead body's femur as your clarinet or its ribs as heptachord?" said Martha bitterly, knowing that Felipe was a necromancer.

Felipe went on reading the notes, completely ignoring the words.

After a while, the sorcerers had all done with their searching, but nothing was found.

Felipe looked up, and his sick-looking face was totally expressionless, "Ms. Martha, I'd like to ask one question: Why did you put these comments beside each of the pictures recording Dance of Revenge? All of the comments are about nature's abhorrence and human's sins. They look like some special rites or ritual language to me."

The rest of the sorcerers' eyes lit up. But soon they started slightly frowning. It seemed that the finding was too easy.

Martha explained gloomily, "To explain the essentials of each movement. What do they have to do with rites?"

"If they're only about some essentials, as a dancer like you, there's no need to write down so much. You're turning them into lectures and vows." said Felipe coldly.

When the elf standing beside Martha was about to explain, Felipe took out a book, "This is the special rite for summoning demons. You all can take a look at it to see if they are the same."

Iristine took a glance at the book and saw the book name: Viken's Special Summoning Ritual.

"I knew it. You're all prepared." Martha looked away and sneered.

The other elves took over the book in confusion and started reading.

Soon after they just started, Martha suddenly took a step backward and came to the edge of the tree house. Then she threw her wood staff into the air and the staff quickly grew into a dark-green monster about two meters tall.

At this time, black waves of insects were summoned by her and they were now surging toward the sorcerers.

This was the level seven divine power of Druids, called Boundless Insects, which consisted of countless insects that could cause itch, paralysis, and trance. Once a sorcerer was trapped by the bugs, his or her casting would all be disrupted, even including those spells that had been imprinted in his or her soul. Thus it was a Druid's great weapon against casters.

The rest of the elves were totally shocked by this unexpected fight, but the sorcerers were well-prepared.

Alferris never viewed itself as a frog, so it disliked those bugs very much. It looked up and released its angry roaring, and the power in the roaring made the insects in the air flinched a little.

Then, a strong magnetic field covered the tree house and distorted everything in it.Read more chapter on NovelFull

Under the power of the strong magnetic field, the magic bugs were pulled away as they were still forms of matter.

Martha jumped backward into the air and the trees around her had all come to life. Those treants were a few meters tall and they had encircled the treehouse from all directions.

"You filthy sorcerers are framing me! I'll go to see Mr. Ferragond!" Martha said aloud purposefully.

Felipe's hands were still in his pockets, but black miasma was aggregating around him like waves.

As soon as the dark-green monster formed by Martha's staff touched the miasma waves, it instantly lost the gloss on its skin. And the treants had all become very weak as if all their strength had been taken away.

Dying Waves, the seventh circle necromancy range spell!

The black miasma did not affect the sorcerers at all as if it had its own intelligence, which showed Felipe's great control of this seventh circle spell. For most senior-rank sorcerers who cast the spell, they could not make the miasma tell the difference between allies and enemies.

Heidi said to Annick through the telepathic bond, "Use the rite. We can't let her go!"

Heidi could not afford a rite like that a second time. But Annick was quite affluent, so she made him one.

...

Inside Town of the Anonymous.

In the show there was a very powerful source of electricity, and the electric arcs visible to naked eyes emitted by it were formidably dangerous which were also making this terrifying buzzing noise.

Mason started losing his vision, and he realized that he had reached his limit. All he was left was his willpower.

At this time, warm and soft sunlight cast on him which relaxed him immediately. And within a second, the electric arcs had all gone.

"Who is it…?" asked Mason in a hoarse voice.

The soft and friendly voice came, "I'm Atlant from the Congress of Magic. I am here. No one can hurt you."

Mason finally fully relaxed and turned back to his human look in sheer feebleness.

After an hour, in the air above Town of the Anonymous, Atlant said to Lankshear, Selinda, and Lodell, "It has been confirmed that Mattwe and the several senior-rank elves were all involved in this. They were trying to use the town and a great number of senior-ranks to summon the real devil of abhorrence. But the projection of the devil exploded them all. We don't know who's behind it."

"It was Ferragond's proposal to block the town." said Lankshear gloomily.

Selinda nodded, "Those elves were from Nature's Abhorrence. They knew Mattwe well."

Lodell was still in shock, "So was it Ferragond? But he did this for what?"

"He's the leader of Nature's Abhorrence. Maybe that's the reason! Anyways, I have to go back to Nature's Residence right now no matter if he's suspicious or not. Please take care of this place." said Lankshear anxiously.

Atlant had closed his eyes, "I'm also heading back. We can't leave Jurisian and the rest of them in danger."

The elf queen was trying her best to stop the elvish tree from being further polluted. Although she would be okay fighting against common elves, when facing Ferragond, "Nature's Avenger", her power would be badly restrained.

"We'll stay here and safeguard the gap until the Elder and Mr. Evans come back." nodded Lodell.

Neither he nor Selinda were elves, so they would like to stay away from the internal conflict among the elves.

...

Felipe lifted his right hand. Then suddenly a spectre appeared behind Martha's back. The spectre was transparent but covered in a black robe. It kept going back and forth between the main material world and the World of Souls and was using all kinds of necromancy spells to prevent Martha from running away.

This was a new summoning spell put forward by the Hand of Paleness after many years of study on the World of Souls. The caster could summon a spectre like a voidwalker which was able to go back and forth between the two spaces. Such a spectre was thus very hard to kill and very powerful.

Martha was unprepared for this and was trapped by this senior-rank spectre. Meanwhile, there was now a ruby in Jurisian's hand which made Alferris's eyes light up. The ruby shot out a bright ray at Martha so fast before anyone could do anything.

The ray directly hit Martha and removed her defense shield.

Annick quickly used the gestures to prepare the rite for summoning the demiplane, while Heidi was patiently waiting for the chance to join the fight. She saw that Felipe lifted his right hand again.

But this time, Felipe's right wrist suddenly snapped! The broken hand rocketed into the air and grabbed Martha's face.

Then the creepy veins grew out of the broken hand and trapped Martha inside.

When Martha was about to launch her desperate strike, the furious voice arrived, "You damned human beings! How dare you start a fight in Nature's Residence?"

"Your Excellency Mr. Ferragond, I am framed by them! They said I summoned a devil!"

Chapter 681: A Plan that "Worked"

Above the green trees, a cluster of dark green clouds arrived, within it there were flashing electric arcs, showing the fury of nature.

Then the cloud shrank into a young Wood Elf. His neck and hands were covered with mysterious patterns, just like those shamans who were in charge of the sacrifice rites.

"Martha, repeat your words. You said you were framed by them? They said you had summoned the devil?" Ferragond asked Martha, and he had completely ignored the sorcerers.

As he was asking, the right hand on Martha's face and the creepy veins had all withered like fallen leaves in autumn to the ground and turned into mud.

Martha said in great grievance, "They see Dance of Revenge as a summoning rite! That's ridiculous!"

Obviously, Ferragond knew Dance of Revenge. His eyes lit up with lightning, and the air of his power was integrating into the surroundings. Then, under his gaze, the sorcerers felt that the trees were shaking, air compacting, and dark cloud gathering, as if the entire world was being resentful toward them!

Even the little crystal dragon, Alferris, had felt the pressure. Annick's hand had been cut off in the middle of the gestures; Heidi could not help taking a step back and her back against the wall of the tree house; Jurisian had sweat on his forehead, and although he tried to smile and say something, he could not.

A new right hand had grown out of Felipe's snapped wrist, and it was covered with a layer of moisture as if it was just born from a mother's womb. In the strong wind, Felipe's hair streamed and his body was very tense. However, he would not lower his head. Instead, Felipe said with great effort, "There's… a book."

Iristine was not influenced by the great pressure, so she hurriedly added, "The congress's shown us a book called Viken's Special Summoning Ritual. It's about using simple and absurd rites for summoning those primeval devils. The book was written by Viken, 'King of Calamities', a legendary sorcerer in the past and today's pope!"

Although Stroop forest was located on the west coast of the Boundless Ocean and was away from Viken, to Ferragond, a legendary Druid, this distance was nothing to him. Viken wasn't a strange name to Ferragond, and since the congress had been informed that Viken was the pope, he had been putting even more attention to him.

Ferragond's eyes slightly squinted. As he lifted his hand, the book held by the elf automatically flew toward him.

The biggest enemy for Nature's Abhorrence was those human beings who destroyed nature, and the followers of the South Church were also human beings. Therefore, Nature's Abhorrence also regarded the Church as an enemy. Since the South Church had been trying to steal Nature's Heart and have the elves bend down in front of the glory of the God of Truth, for Nature's Abhorrence, the South Church was even more hateful than the congress.

Martha said at the top of her lungs, "Your Excellency, don't listen to them! We don't know if this was written by Viken! We don't know if Viken is the pope!"

Ferragond leafed through it and his brows frowned, "It indeed looks ridiculous, but it's ridiculous in the way that appears creepy and mysterious. I've read Pain Fable. In the fables, all the stories aim at twisting the good emotions and feelings to make one's heart full of pain and hatred."

Elves could live very long, and therefore, many of them had read lots of books. However, as Viken's Special Summoning Ritual was so childishly absurd, they had never paid much attention to it.

Seeing Ferragond's attitude, Iristine gave him the notes, "Your Excellency, please take a look at it."

"Mr. Ferragond, they're lying! They're lying!" Martha kept repeating herself, her lips trembling.

"They do resemble a bit, but this cannot be the solid proof that Martha was the one who summoned the devil. A further investigation must be conducted." said Ferragond after reading the notes, who was still on Martha's side.

"Yes, sir. We're just being suspicious, and we hope that Ms. Martha can show us her willingness to cooperate." Iristine released a sigh of relief.

Martha shook her head, "Mr. Ferragond! They're faking it! They're sent by Nature's Balance!"

The look on Ferragond's face changed. Weighing the situation, he finally said, "Iristine, I don't trust humans. I'm going to question Martha myself."

A smile appeared on Martha's face.

The sorcerers did not think it was fair. No one knew if Ferragond was totally on Martha's side.

Iristine felt that she could not take it anymore. She did not trust Ferragond, while Ferragond did not trust humans and Nature's Balance. It would keep going like this and nothing convincing enough could be found.

"I'll take Martha to the elven tree." said Ferragond who had made his own decision. Iristine wanted to stop him, but had no idea what to say.

"Wait a second."

At this time, Lankshear and Atlant had arrived! It was just in time!

Holding a simple wood bow in his hand, Lankshear landed between Ferragond and Martha.

"Ferragond, you're the leader of Nature's Abhorrence. You shouldn't be interrogating Martha. I highly doubt it if you could find anything."

Heidi and Annick were greatly relieved when they saw Atlant had come back. Facing a legendary on their own was so stressful and scary for them, as they felt that they could be devoured by nature at any time if they were not careful enough.Visit web novel. live If You like manga , comics

Alferris finally had the chance to take out a light green fruit and fed it into its mouth. The little dragon needed some sweetness to comfort its nerves.

Ferragond stared at Lankshear, "You're suspecting me?"

"It's not about suspecting but avoiding suspicion. Don't tell me you don't get this, Ferragond." Lankshear talked back to Ferragond sharply.

They never got along with each other.

Ferragond remained silent for a while and finally said, "Then let Her Royal Highness do this herself. I don't trust you."

Lankshear nodded, "I'll take her to the elven tree."

He did not mention anything about Town of the Anonymous.

Ferragond did not say anything but sneered. He had accepted the decision, but obviously he was not happy.

Lankshear turned to Martha, "You'll be treated fairly."

Hearing that, Martha suddenly burst out with crazy laughter. Devil patterns quickly covered her dark-green skin. Meanwhile, her eyes became red and creepy, and scales started growing out under her eyes.

Martha had been corrupted! The elves were all shocked.

"Is she possessed by the devil of abhorrence?" Felipe said in a low voice.

"Sir Ferragond, run!" Martha burst out with a bitter scream, "They know the secret of Dance of Revenge!"

Then her body exploded.

At this time, thick, dark green vines rose straight from the ground within a second and trapped the flesh and blood inside the cage formed by them.

When the vines split, Lankshear had put an arrow on his bow at Ferragond.

"It is you." said Lankshear word by word.

"Me?!" Ferragond was shocked, and when he realized what was going on, now his guts were burning with fury, "How dare you, Lankshear!"

Behind Lankshear's back, there was an illusionary picture of forest, and then the forest formed into a green ray of light which was the power of his arrow, "Martha's words have revealed it! Also, it was you who ordered to close the town. In the town, those possessed elves were also from Nature's Abhorrence! We're here just because of this!"

"Those human sorcerers have given us enough proof. What else can you say, Ferragond?" Lankshear scolded him, "Why did you do this?"

The elves could not believe what was going on.

Hearing the words, Ferragond took a bitter and hostile glance at the sorcerers and his fury burst out, "It's you bloody human beings! I'm seeing Her Royal…"

However, before the words finished, dark-green scales started growing out of Ferragond's skin, as if the hatred was taking its physical form.

"No!" Ferragond burst out bitterly.

Iristine and the rest of the elves were totally shocked. Seeing it with their own eyes, they were still having a hard time accepting the fact that it was Ferragond who did all these.

Lankshear said coldly, "Ferragond, be ready for the sentence!"

And then the green light shot out.

The great power of the cycle of nature consisted of incubating, nurturing, spreading, thriving, decaying, burying and again incubating was contained in this one single shoot. The gloss of the trees and plants nearby had all gone within the second.

At this moment, Ferragond had been abandoned by nature!

Totally unprepared, Ferragond was not able to do anything. The arrow directly went through his chest and green tree branches were now growing out of the hole in his flesh.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Ferragond's bitter crying was full of hatred. His body started becoming transparent and it bulged fast. The tree branches went crazy by the polluted flesh and blood and were now turning to attack the elves and the sorcerers.

The forest had suddenly turned into the forest of flesh and blood!

Under the protection of Atlant's legendary-level shield, the sorcerers and elves remained safe. However, when the blood and flesh were all gone, Ferragond and Lankshear had also disappeared.

"Sir Lankshear can for sure catch Ferragond…" Iristine tried to comfort the rest of the elves, although she was in bad spirit, "He's Vengeful Hunter. He's good at tracking…"

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Badly injured, Ferragond had run into this forest close to the abyssal gap. In a secret cave, he was trying to cure himself and get rid of the devil projection within his body.

"Why is it…" he couldn't help murmuring. He did not understand the situation.

"Why? Why!" He roared.

Under the influence of the devil power, he could not control his feelings.

"Because you learned Dance of Revenge. Because your heart's full of hatred." the cold voice arrived.

"Lankshear!" Ferragond was about to stand up and fight, but found that he had no spare power to use since he was resisting the devil projection. To gain the power again, he had to give up his mind and let the devil take control.

Leaning against the rock, Ferragond saw Lankshear walking in step by step. Lankshear's long, golden hair shone in the sunlight.

"Why?" Ferragond kept asking in great frustration.

Lankshear smiled and checked the position of the sun in the sky, "It still needs a bit longer. When that plan works, it'll be a success."

"That?" Ferragond was confused. Meanwhile, he kept working on getting rid of the projection. For a legendary, a devil projection could not make him or her yield immediately until they decided to give up their mind.

...

"When the plan works, everything will be going perfectly." grinned the human-faced goat.

At this time, he saw Malfurion and another two legendaries coming.

The dog head roared in low volume, "I wish I could eat them up. But we have to pretend and run…"

"Get ready!" said the human-faced goat.

Facing a fight, the human-faced goat would never argue with the dog head, which would prevent them from exerting all their power.

At this time, he saw that there was a silver pocket watch in the young man's hand who was wearing the black double-breasted suit. Somehow, although the young man was still far away from them, they could already hear the pocket watch ticking.

"What is it?" The human-faced goat was very concerned.

"Whatever it is!" The dog head started roaring and the entire Scarlet Plain started boiling. Blood gushed out from the soil. The filthy raindrops hit the ground mixing with dark red dust. Their body bulged quickly and grew as tall as the red sun in the sky!

But then, they heard the clear "click".

Chapter 682: The Desired Failure

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

"That side?" Lankshear repeated Ferragond's question and stood at the entrance of the cave, blocking the sunlight and making it dim inside. Then he smiled, "Of course it is the Scarlet Plain's side."

Shocked, Ferragond demanded angrily, "It was you who conspired with the Sovereign of Blood and polluted the elvish tree? Why did you do that?"

He had more and more sensed the dangerous situation he was in and seized every opportunity to postpone, hoping to get rid of the influence of the projection of the devil. However, his abhorrence had accumulated for hundreds of years, and he did not begin to learn 'Dance of Revenge' a short while ago. The 'seed' was too deeply rooted to be dissolved any time soon.

As if he did not sense Ferragond's intention, Lankshear said with a cooperative smile, "Sovereign of Blood? How is that schizophrenic psycho qualified to cooperate with me? As for the pollution of the elvish tree, I couldn't have achieved it without you and Nature's Abhorrence."

'Schizophrenia' was a term that Lucien coined to describe a certain psychological disease. Since it was very close to the case of the double-headed, triple-headed and quadruple-headed demons, it was often used by the adventurers near the abyssal gap. The elves were no strangers to it.

"Why?" Asked Ferragond cooperatively. However, it was indeed beyond his expectation that the pollution of the elvish tree was really related to him.

Lankshear behaved like a supervillain in the tales of the bards, who always bragged about their plans gloatingly when they were about to succeed, only to give their enemy a chance of comeback because of their talkativeness. "'Nature's Heart' is an item close to the level of demigods. Even if I had separated part of it from the abyss, it would've been barely possible for me to pollute it unless the Will of Abyss recovered from his heavy wounds. However, the original elves were born by Nature's Heart. Nature's blood flows in every elf's veins. It is deeply associated with the elvish tree."

"Under such circumstances, when enough elves were possessed and corrupted by the primeval elves, and together with the symmetric magic circle we deployed on the Scarlet Plain, the elvish tree was naturally polluted."

When talking about that, Lankshear chuckled, "It could've been a complicated issue to let the elves who adored nature to be haunted by negative feelings for a long time without Nature's Abhorrence. Many of you were so hostile against human beings that you hated everything about them including their regular activities. Your sanity was blinded by your negative emotions, which perfectly met the requirement to summon the projection of devils. Therefore, I must thank you, Ferragond!"

Inside the illusionary 'Nature's Heart' of Ferragond appeared a face that was eighty percent like him, but the face was full of hatred, dissatisfaction and anger, which made the face twisted and hideous.

"Is this me?" Ferragond saw the face when he diminished the influence of the primeval devils. Although he knew that it was a representation of his negative feelings being possessed by the devils, he was still rather shocked. Did he always look like that when Nature's Abhorrence was mentioned?

He calmed down and suppressed his fury caused by Lankshear's words. He asked in confusion, "But why are few followers of Nature's Abhorrence among the corrupted elves?"

"The elves who have really been possessed by the devil of abhorrence, unless they are willing to and they reach a certain threshold, will show no sign of corruption on the outside. Only those who struggle against the feelings of abhorrence will lose control of themselves. Their difference is like the difference between Martha and you." Lankshear explained the reason to Ferragond 'dutifully'.

Hearing the last remark, Ferragond felt his surging fury again. "So, Martha has been possessed by the devils a long time ago and became your 'subordinate'. No wonder she slandered me. However, why did you target me? What's your purpose?"

"Why did I target you, you ask? My target has always been you! How can I make further advancements without corrupting you and turning you into a legendary body that contains the devil of abhorrence?"

"What? Your target has always been me?" Ferragond found it hard to believe his ears. Although Lankshear and he were not close to each other, they were certainly no enemies. Then, he suddenly realized something. "It was you who requested the aid of the Congress of Magic? Just so that they would investigate me? Then, taking advantage of my hatred against human beings and my anger after being vilified, you ignited my negative feelings. Together with the long-term influence of 'Dance of Revenge', the devil was successfully projected into my heart…"

"You understood it too late. Also, it's not caused by the projection of devils, but by the transformed negative feelings that have been gathered in you." Lankshear explained with a smile. "Turning oneself into something similar to the primeval devils is highly risky and may result in loss of control. Therefore, I chose you. You are the perfect 'container' with your hundreds of years of hate."

"You!" Hearing that, Ferragond was so overwhelmed by fury that he almost launched an attack without caring about anything. "Did you not fear that the sorcerers would find out the mastermind behind everything?"

"Hehe. Setting up magic circles on the Scarlet Plain could not only take advantage of the conflicts between the abyss and the main material world but also lure Lucien Evans and his team to investigate. When they visit the abyss, Malfurion will certainly be following them, or the Congress of Magic wouldn't be pleased. As a result, I can do whatever I want without concerns. By the time they return from the Scarlet Plain with 'evidence', the 'eyewitnesses' and the 'masterminds' will have died or fled. He can predict nothing however powerful his astrology is!" Said Lankshear, raising his head.

"Were you not worried that Lucien Evans wouldn't go to the abyss? There was still Atlant!" Ferragond was refreshed after the projection of devils was slightly driven away.

Lankshear raised his bow and aimed the arrow at Ferragond, smiling. "He definitely would, because he is Lucien Evans who studied quantum superposition and proposed the observer effect."

In fact, due to his lack of strength, Lucien always made plans according to the enemy's personality and style, but now, he had been analyzed!

"As for Atlant, he was happy to see my plan. He dared not try it and was waiting for a safer path, but it doesn't mean that he didn't want to collect files through this incident. For a certain reason, I learnt of his stance and therefore dropped him a secret message asking him to join the team." Lankshear mocked Ferragond. "How could a sorcerer who studied the mind like him have found no anomalies?"

Ferragond shouted angrily, "What is it that you want?"

"We the elves have been sinking for so long that we have forgotten the glories in our past. I do not want to be trapped in this tiny forest forever; I want to conquer the continent, the ocean and the whole world like our ancestors did!" Lankshear's graceful face was now more or less zealous. "That can't be achieved without experts in the level of demigods! Now that I have a chance of advancement, I have to seize it. Ferragond, I will always remember your 'contributions' to elves!"

Ferragond glared at Lankshear. "You…!"

It was simply too shameless and disgusting!

Lankshear looked at the sun outside and laughed aloud. "Ferragond, don't be mad. Do you know why I said so many things to you?"

Instead of waiting for Ferragond to reply, he stepped forward and said jokingly, "To maintain your hatred, fury and pain until the right moment!"

"Lucien Evans and his team should've arrived at the altar now. That is the source of Nature's Heart's pollution. However, the Sovereign of Blood would intentionally trigger the magic circle when he flees in 'failure', forcing Malfurion to repair it with his natural power. It's a pity that he doesn't know that the harder he works, the more I would benefit from him. Nature in the abyss and negative feelings, and the fallen legend in nature and the forest – the two factors will be connected into an enormous ceremony that helps me to transform my status perfectly!"

The risks about the negative feelings would only go to Ferragond, the 'container'!

"Besides, the Sovereign of Blood left some clues so that Malfurion and Lucien Evans would figure out that you are the mastermind!" Seeing that the time had come, Lankshear said in delight and solemnity. "Ferragond, don't resist. You have no chance!"Read comics on our webnovel.live

Ferragond bit his teeth so hard that his lips were broken and blood flowed out. He glared at Lankshear, his eyes bulged and bloodshot.

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Crack.

The dog head and the goat head of the Sovereign of Blood felt that everything around them turned monochrome. The color of blood faded, the raindrops were frozen, and the earth became as steady as the most perfect statue.

All the noise and slaughter were far away. All the blood and stink were gone. The world became quiet and fresh again.

Seeing that things were a bit tricky, Lucien simply used 'Advanced Time Stop' on the Moon Timer without leaving a battle opportunity for Natasha!

Then, he chanted in the monochrome, frozen time and space:

"Luxury Cracking!"

Then, Lucien's left eye became red and clear, like the most beautiful gem, before a ray was shot out with the voice of 'Vengeful Gaze'. It was unnecessary to use 'Positron Cannon' to deal with the Sovereign of Blood, and 'Eternal Blaze' was unsuitable for the occasion because it would destroy the altar and the clues indiscriminately.

The ray was shot again. Because the three legendary spells were all attached with 'Hand of Uncertainties', and 'Vengeful Gaze' also used 'Magic Delay', 'Advanced Time Stop' stopped at this moment, and the blood on the ground sprang.

At this moment, a silver sword flashed, breaking the rain drops, the blood and everything that couldn't have been broken.

Colors splashed out on the Sovereign of Blood as the layers of defense on his body were opened. Obvious cracks could be found on the bloody scales, too.

'Luxury Cracking' was something that only the legendary sorcerers who were particularly good at elements and force fields could have picked up. In the Congress, none other than Hathaway was able to cast it before Lucien. Even Douglas had to use prolonged spells and complicated gestures in order to cast it!

Crack, crack, rack. The items on the surface of the Sovereign of Blood exploded. After only a while, he had been reduced to nudity by Lucien, turning defenseless!

Then, two bloody rays shot his body, one from the front and the other from behind.

Being only a level-two legend, the Sovereign of Blood immediately sensed the charm of probabilities. His chest was pierced through, and he was paralyzed on the spot!

Malfurion certainly wouldn't let go of such an opportunity. He threw out his staff:

"Nature Cage!"

The human-faced goat and the dog head watched the green 'plants' to spread and grow in their paralysis, while they thought sluggishly:

"We have failed?"

"How were we caught?"

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"Ferragond, rage and loathe! That will be more perfect!" Laughing aloud, Lankshear approached Ferragond who was glaring at him.

Suddenly, he saw a layer of shallow light glimmering on Ferragond's body. The illusionary hideous face was now vaporized, and there was no sign that the ritual he had in mind was activated!

"This is…" His smile was suddenly frozen.

Chapter 683: Entrance

On the Scarlet Plain…

The double-headed, whose body was as long and narrow as a lizard, stood inside the array of rocks, absolutely still. Its dark red scales reflected eccentric brilliance under the sunlight. From the gaps of the scales, sprouts were growing as if seeds had been planted into its flesh, donning the demon with a green 'uniform'.

The gloating and cunning smile, mixed with some shock, was frozen on the goat head of the Sovereign of Blood, whereas the dog head was simply overwhelmed. They could not understand why they were caught so easily when they equaled to level-three legends in their 'legendary demiplane'. Even if they could not defeat the enemy, why couldn't they run away? This was their own 'home field'!

'Advanced Time Stop' was the most powerful spell in space-time magic. Nobody except for the magic creatures such as the God of Silver Moon could even understand it without a deep understanding about time and space. They couldn't perform it even though they had the spell and the gesture needed!

However, Lucien was able to perform it. His unique legendary item could release 'Advanced Time Stop'! Wasn't his class 'Atom Controller'? Did it have anything to do with time and space?

The inert brains of the Sovereign of Blood felt that they forgot something, but it was too chaotic to have any understanding about arcana, much less the details of the general theory of relativity. As a matter of fact, the human-faced goat head, who pursued progress, intended to learn the basic concepts of arcana, but the dog head got agitated whenever it picked up a book to read. Then, the two heads would carry out their long tradition of mutual biting again.

As for 'Luxury Cracking', neither the demon nor Malfurion was too surprised. If Lucien Evans wasn't capable of that, he wouldn't have deserved to be called an authority in the field of elements and force field. It was only natural that he became the second legend in the Congress who grasped the spell after Hathaway.

About the penetrative attack of 'Vengeful Gaze' which ignored the defense of scales, Malfurion didn't quite catch it and thought that 'Luxury Cracking' had deprived the demon of its defense. However, the two heads of the Sovereign of Blood were confused. That was their natural defense. 'Luxury Cracking' could have only sabotaged part of it but couldn't have nullified it, but why did they feel that they were standing there nakedly?

It was beyond their understanding with their 'knowledge' of arcana.

"We have truly failed… How can he possess so many powerful spells…"

"Not only have we failed, but we have also been caught. Should we consider the plan accomplished in excess…?"

Different ideas occurred to the two demon heads. Flesh wriggled crazily on their chest where 'Vengeful Gaze' pierced through, but it could not be recovered. The dark red blood dripped on the ground, corroding the stone plate and the mud.

"Are there more items on the Sovereign of Blood?" Malfurion approached the Sovereign of Blood, only to discover that its waist was enshrouded in a black mist. Did any item survive 'Luxury Cracking'? A legendary item?

He believed that a schizophrenia patient like the Sovereign of Blood was incapable of crafting a legendary item on its own. The best it could've done was to transform its body parts into weapons, like how it broke the bloody tail and turned it into two red blades.

So, was it a trophy after the demon killed adventurers or other enemies?

"Be careful." Lucien reminded him. "I sense that it is evil and negative."

Natasha stood on alert with the Sword of Truth in her hands. She did not question Lucien for launching a full-strength attack, albeit more or less regretful that the Sovereign of Blood did not put up any resistance or give her a chance to fight.

Malfurion raised his head, and a twig grew out of the flesh of the Sovereign of Blood, lifting the item.

"This is…" Malfurion couldn't have looked more awful.

The item was a lifelike dark figurine. There was no telling what it was made of, but it was radiating blackness.

The face of the figurine was very clear. It was exactly Ferragond, Nature's Avenger!

The figurine of Ferragond had a twisted and hideous face that was full of hate, rejection and fury. From the void around it, vague black air was popping up and melting into its body. The black air seemed to be the infinite feelings of hate at the bottom of every intelligent creature!

"An attempt to transform into the status of primeval devils with the power of emotions." Lucien interpreted the situation calmly.

Malfurion said in disappointment and fury. "It was Ferragond! Nature's Abhorrence is too outrageous!"

"Not necessarily so. Why is the Sovereign of Blood holding the special item with which Ferragond gathers the power of feelings?" Lucien looked at the stunned Sovereign of Blood.

"Perhaps, it is a term of their cooperation. Perhaps, the special item has to be placed near the altar." Malfurion speculated.

Lucien smiled. "I don't think any legend who is not deranged would cooperate with this double-headed demon which may burst into conflict with itself any moment. Since we have caught it, we can invade its brain and check later."

Lucien paused after that. "However, until then, this figurine must not be left. It is a critical item for the status transformation whether or not Ferragond is the culprit. The sooner we destroy it, the sooner we will be relieved."

In case Malfurion played tricks after he was attracted by the value of the statue, Lucien, who was not interested in the figurine at all, decided to eliminate the disaster as soon as possible.

"Okay." Malfurion was too obsessed with the traitor among elves to covet the item for now.

Natasha raised the Sword of Truth and gazed at the figurine of Ferragond that Malfurion tossed over, whereas Lucien held the Moon Timer tightly although he seemed casual, prepared that Malfurion might attack suddenly.

At this moment, the effect of paralysis was already gone. The human-faced goat head of the Sovereign of Blood looked at the statue in anger and frustration. According to the plan, he would throw the figurine to the center of the altar and pretend that he was destroying the evidence when he faked his defeat. Then, the figure couldn't be destroyed normally after it entangled the air of Nature's Heart, and Malfurion could only separate it with his nature power. In such a way, the ritual would be activated, and his mission would be accomplished.

But why did he fail for real?

He still couldn't figure it out!

Malfurion moved his eyes to the altar while Natasha destroyed the figurine with the Sword of Truth. He discovered that mysterious patterns extended out of the altar and entered deep into the earth and the void on the Scarlet Plain, constituting an enormous and cubic magic circle.

"This is very similar to the status transformation circle in the Realm of Gates…" Lucien thought to himself.

As expected, a green, exuberant air mass was placed at the center of the altar. The vitality it emitted had yielded green seedlings inside the altar.

Black spots could be found in the air mass. It had obviously been partly infiltrated by the negative and chaotic air of abyss.

Natasha's body suddenly blurred and melted with the silver sword, before she slashed at the dark figurine in midair.

To prevent the congregation of negative feelings, the most convenient and effective approach was definitely 'Sword of Truth'!

Malfurion threw out a few wood statues and turned them into dark green monsters, which rushed to the center of the altar, trying to take out the air of Nature's Heart.

The sky was suddenly darkened, and a baboon-like head surfaced from the darkness, with its eyes closed and its face full of scales.

In the meantime, a gigantic hand descended from the sky and snatched the figurine, ignoring Natasha's sword!

The mud on the plain that was saturated with blood collapsed, as if it could not handle the pressure. Chaotic, evil songs echoed from the void. They seemed to be hymns of darkness and profanity that were paying tributes to the leader of demons!

From the darkness around, dark tentacles moved close densely. Whatever they touched withered and decayed into mud.

The Moon Timer was still ticking in Lucien's right hand. Wary of the situation, he moved his thumb.

After a crack, the black tentacles stopped where they were, their colors fading away. The collapsing plain kept their current status. The decaying stones and wood monsters showed a certain art of destruction in their own way.

The dark hymns were gone, and the gigantic, scaled palm was frozen in midair.

In the effect of 'Advanced Time Stop', the baboon head in the sky suddenly opened its eyes!

In its eyes, green, red and gold colors changed rapidly, giving the feeling of havoc and wickedness.

Crack. The monochrome was gone, and all colors returned. Everything was restored to what it used to be before the Moon Timer was pressed!

It had broken 'Advanced Time Stop'!

"Prince of demons…" Malfurion and Lucien had both recognized the demon's identity!

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"Damn it. I knew that the Sovereign of Blood was unreliable! What did it do wrong this time?" After his smile froze, Lankshear cursed.

Ferragond was rather frustrated. He had only banished part of the projection of devils, and he was immobile due to the heavy wounds. Such a great opportunity to escape had been wasted!

Lankshear didn't dare be careless after the accident. He trapped Ferragond before he paced back and forth anxiously, waiting for the altar on the Scarlet Plain to be activated.

Suddenly, dark greenness surfaced in the void, and the green lines enshrouded by the negative air spread out, constructing an extremely complicated magic circle with Ferragond as the center.

Taking a breath in relief, Lankshear smiled in delight. "Finally!"

Ferragond's body was blurred. Ugly faces appeared below the green, flourishing light on the surface.

Lankshear took out various items from his magic pouch, finishing the last procedure of the ritual. He did not intend to become a demigod immediately but hoped to reach the peak of legendary. He was certainly not reckless enough to resort to a method that had yet to be confirmed.

Green, dark and dirty lines were illuminated one after another, forming another mysterious and complicated circle with himself as the center.

"Lankshear, curse you!" Shouted Ferragond miserably.

Lankshear smiled. "Very good. Keep that status."

He extended his right hand and pressed the center of the magic circle, connecting the two magic circles. Light and shadow interwoven with flowing energy.

Suddenly, the air around glowed in greenness, and the magic patterns around Ferragond's body were removed and melted into the magic circle around Lankshear!

Halos glittered, trapping Lankshear at the center of the magic circle.

"What's going on?" Lankshear was completely confused, not understanding what the changes were about.

Ferragond was also overwhelmed by the new change, equally puzzled why he had been saved!

The magic circle suddenly radiated, and the energy seemed to be spreading far away. The green colors soon became transparent, displaying the situation on the other heart.

That was a green, beating heart, in which a gorgeous lady in a dress of leaves was standing. Her blond hair was shining, and her skin was also covered in shallow greenness. She had profound, deep eyes and a hallowed face.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

Lankshear and Ferragond shouted in astonishment.

Chapter 684: A World of Competitions

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Inside Nature's Residence.

Annick, Heidi, Jurisian and the rest of the team had returned to the tree houses, and Katrina, Sprint and the other sorcerers had also come back in a hurry, because it would be easy for Atlant to protect them when they were gathered.

The corruption and demonization of a legendary druid was the most severe matter for elves in the past hundreds of years. It was even more astounding than the partial pollution of the elvish tree. Therefore, they had to be braced for all kinds of scenarios.

"I didn't know that Mr. Ferragond, a level-two legendary druid, could be possessed by the devils, too. Didn't our teacher say that the seven primeval devils couldn't have been stronger than top legendary?" Pacing back and forth in her tree house, Heidi said in shock and excitement.

Annick analyzed calmly. "Our teacher drew the conclusion from files and the incidents of devil projections. He never met any of the seven primeval devils in person. Also, it remains to be seen whether or not the primeval devils exist. Perhaps, they are only the representations of the negative feelings in everyone's heart, and they differ among people. It may be an abstract reference that does not indicate any real existence."

"Legendary druids are also intelligent creatures. They have their own joy, sorrow, hate and pain. It's perfectly normal that the devils projected into him. Also, as the leader of Nature's Abhorrence, Ferragond has gathered hate for hundreds of years. It's not strange that such a thing happened to him." Sprint did not witness what happened and therefore didn't feel anything wrong.

Katrina and the other sorcerers also thought so. They nodded in agreement.

"The problem is that the investigation went too well and the result came too easily. It's really not like the planning of a legend." Heidi spoke with her hands in her back, as if she were a senior officer in the police department of Holm.

Alferris examined the 'sparkling stones' that he 'borrowed' from Martha's tree house and said casually, "Even if she had been possessed by the devil of abhorrence, Martha's performance could hardly be called qualified. Unless her intellect was congenitally deficient, she must've had other purposes."

He was the senior-rank sorcerer in the Congress that dealt with the primeval devils earliest, and he had a deep understanding about their cunningness.

"Alferris, are you suggesting that Martha slandered Ferragond on the purpose? Then who's the real mastermind?" His eyes glittering, Annick looked at Ferragond.

The little crystal dragon counted the 'sparkling gems' in his paws and replied unconcernedly. "How can I know who the mastermind is now that Martha has died in self-detonation? However, it is possibly true that Ferragond was corrupted in public. After the pollution of the elvish tree is cured and Lankshear kills him, our mission will be accomplished successfully."

My journey will also come to a perfect, fruitful end!

As for what the truth is, that is only the concern of Lucien and the other sorcerers!

At this moment, Iristine, who didn't look too well, flew in and said in a low voice, "Thank you for figuring out who the mastermind is. If the escalation weren't stopped, all the elves would've been at risk. I have reported the issue to my mother. She asked me to forward her gratitude to you."

"You're welcome, Your Highness. There's no need to worry. Ferragond was heavily wounded and certainly cannot escape from Mr. Lankshear. After his death, the pollution of the elvish tree will be purged. Yes. Everything will be fine." Heidi comforted Iristine

Hardly had she concluded her sentence when green light emitted from the wood wall of the tree houses. Firefly-like spots flew out and decorated the room as if it were a dreamland, making everybody feel peace and tranquility from the bottom of their heart. All their negative feelings seemed to have been removed.

"Well…"

"What happened?"

Exclamations of surprise echoed. Heidi and Katrina looked out of the tree house in surprise, only to discover that bright green 'ripples' were flowing in the whole forest. While bringing peace and tranquility to the place, they had added to the haziness and holiness of Nature's Residence.

In the meantime, hollow, jolly songs came from leaves, trunks, roots and bushes, making everybody forget their worries.

In such a dreamy scene, Alferris waved his claws, hoping to capture and collect the firefly-like spots. Iristine, on the other hand, looked at the rising pure greenness at the center of the lake and said in delight, her worries gone, "The pollution of the elvish tree has been removed!"

Inside Nature's Residence, the elves forgot their worries and danced amidst the light spots and greenness. Among them, the followers of Nature's Residence seemed to be struggling, and dark hair emerged from their soul and moved far away into the void.

After the air was completely eliminated, they all put on a smile of relief and easiness, as if a rock that burdened their heart for a long time had finally been moved away!

Inside the prison, the elves who had been screaming hatefully and miserably gradually calmed down. Black air surged, and scales dropped. Their tattoos also constricted, not as devastating as before.

They felt the inner peace that they hadn't felt for a long time. Leaning against the wall, they sobbed in silence, overjoyed about their new life.

The elvish tree that rose into the clouds stretched out the leaves and glowed. Black spots protruded from the trunk, withering and disappearing into nothingness.

Atlant, who was sitting inside the tree house, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the elvish tree. His pupils that reflected the changes of heart were full of shock.

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Inside the secret cave…

Lankshear was confined where he was by the reversely-melted magic circle. He looked at the other end of the 'lines' in bewilderment. It was supposed to be the Scarlet Plain, but why was it now Nature's Heart?

Then, dark air popped up from the void and gathered inside the magic circle into fluids.

The fluids were deep and dark, invoking the heaviest feelings of hate in whoever saw it and making it impossible for them to control their heart.

The fluids soon constituted a dark shadow whose head turned into a hideous face. No, the face could almost be called handsome by itself, but it had been contorted by the intense greed, hate and other feelings!

"No…" Lankshear screamed in disbelief after seeing the face. Why was his preparation to deal with Ferragond now used against himself?

The dark shadow was exactly the primeval devils made of the negative feelings of many elves, 'Abhorrence' and 'Greedy', exact that Lankshear was used as the carrier and container this time!

The mixed primeval devils lunged at Lankshear, making him cry miserably.

"Why?"

"Your Majesty, why?"

Regretfully, he moaned and asked.

From somewhere far away, Aglaea said calmly, "I have already been half melted with Nature's Heart. How could I have not sensed that some of its air was stolen?"

"It's impossible! It's impossible! The way I used avoided your senses!" Lankshear cried, unwilling to accept it, while the dark shadow tried to melt into him!

Ferragond was back to himself. Looking at Aglaea's vague figure, he asked, "Your Majesty, you knew Lankshear's scheme in advance? Then why did you…"

He didn't finish the sentence, because any creature with regular intelligence could tell that the queen was taking advantage of the magic circle that Lankshear set up!

Hearing Ferragond's doubt, Lankshear also shook his head anxiously. "Why… why didn't you stop me? Why did you allow me to hurt the elvish tree and the clan? Were you blinded by greed, too?"

It never occurred to him that the queen was going to use him as the container of negative feelings!

Aglaea did not answer Lankshear's question but said with mixed feelings. "Ever since Viken and the mysterious person spread the way to become a demigod in secret, this world has changed."

What way to become a demigod? Ferragond was confused.

Lankshear, however, fell silent.

Aglaea went on. "Ever since the age of myths, it has been impossible for the Lord of Hell and the Will of Abyss to arrive at the main material world in person, and the God of Silver Moon hardly showed up, too, for various reasons. Therefore, one top legend was enough to maintain the survival and continuity of elves."

"From the Sun King's studies on ways to become demigods, to Viken's advancement into a pope, the Saint Truth suppressed many demiplanes. After that, Viken actively disseminated the way to become a demigod, and Lucien Evans began to study the arcana support of demigods. The endeavors of intelligent lives to reach the level of demigod have finally yielded glowing fruits. The boundary of natural-born demigods will be crossed soon, and the age when everyone can be a demigod will come!"

Looking at Lankshear and Ferragond with her green eyes, she said, "In the process, due to the insufficiency of the power of faith, Nature's Heart and other resources, the number of demigods will be limited."

"In the process, legends will fall, and new demigods will rise."

"In the process, certain races will decline, and certain races will flourish."

"This is exactly the tide of time that nobody can avoid!"

Ferragond exclaimed in shock. "Your Majesty…"

Thoughtfully, Aglaea stared at Lankshear. "I thought that I could stay away from the turmoil, and that our people would not be consumed as long as we hid in the Stroop forest. However, your cooperation with the Prince of Demons made me realize that I was wrong. In such an age, both the regular legends and the top legends have to strive for their survival and fight for the continuity of their people!"

"Regular legends have to march towards the peak of legendary despite risks, and the top legends have to devote their life to the path of demigods. Nobody can stay out of the vortex unless they are willing to give up and wait for catastrophes to knock your door someday!"

"Although this path is dangerous and unknown, I'm very clear that only by becoming a demigod will elves be forever continued without being eliminated by the tide of time!"

Lankshear watched the dark shadow attaching itself to him, his eyes hollow. "Therefore, you took advantage of my plan and completed the status transformation with me as the container?"

"Yes. Your crimes are punished in such a way. The continuity of elves is what matters most." Said Aglaea peacefully but firmly, revealing her majestic air. "The development of this age is faster than anyone could possibly imagine. You must make plans and take off in advance if you want to fight for the qualification to survive. If you are left behind, you will be hit!"

"A phrase that Lucien Evans mentioned in Arcana Voice fits the current situation very well."

"This is a world of competitions, and nobody can ever jump out of it!"

Chapter 685: Arrow of Nature

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The monochrome was gone, and the sky was still pitch dark. The demons that were seen by the eyes of the Prince of Demons were all grasped by the utmost insanity. They howled like the most ferocious beasts.

The crimson land continued to collapse, and the springing blood was bent into flowing underground rivers. The tentacles from the darkness that brought decadence and corruption were back to life, stretching at Lucien, Malfurion and the altar from all directions.

The gigantic hand with dark scales and disgusting furs snatched at the blurred figurine of Ferragond under the cover of the corrosive, wriggling liquids.

Everything had been recovered from the frozen state created by 'Advanced Time Stop'.

"Space Staff!"

Right when the gigantic hand of the Prince of Demons was about to reach the figurine, Lucien cast a spell with an unpredictable voice. Ripples of light gathered into a dreamy staff.

As the staff was pointed, vague waves surged out between the gigantic hand and the dark figurine. After only a moment, they turned from next to each other to countless worlds away!

After Lucien advanced into level three of legendary, the power of 'Space Staff' was maximized. The fickleness of time and space was not just about the acceleration and deceleration of time and the consolidation of space but also about many delicate applications, like the effect that mimicked 'God's Guard'. Of course, for some reasons, The effect of world separation still lacked the transcendental and intangible feelings that God's Guard and the Shield of Truth had.

The gigantic hand of the Prince of Demons was only one meter away from the dark statue, but it could not press forward anymore. The illusionary waves created many overlapping spaces, making it impossible for the hand to reach the destination without passing the different worlds in between!

Seeing the new situation, Natasha kept slashing at the dark figurine as determinedly as before. The terrifying illusionary gaps seemed to be already cutting everything, shattering and extinguishing the black air that was popping up from the void nonstop.

The baboon head in the sky opened its mouth in exasperation, in which four fangs glimmered.

"Howl!"

The Prince of Demons suddenly cried like a beast!

The word that he cried out seemed to be meaningless, but the most wicked and chaotic air in it boiled the darkness around and manifested different views in the void. The Seething Ocean, the Skeleton Land, the Castle of Hypocrisies, the Swamp of Souls, the Abyssal Stomach, the Dark Forest and all the other evil demiplanes showed up.

A Dark Dialect? Lucien had barely any time to think when his head hummed as if somebody had hit his soul and his skull with a huge hammer brutally. His negative feelings and his bloodthirst surged out. The magic effects that he cast on himself like 'Mental Barrier' were broken one after another. The wall of space produced by the Space Staff was contaminated by the darkness, too.

"Abrupt Magic Reverse!"

During the moment when the magic effects offset the howl of the Prince of Demons, Lucien seized the opportunity to chant the spell. A translucent mirror was immediately gathered, vintage and mysterious. It was not as fuzzy as the Mirror of Fate but seemed to be connecting a different world.

Crack, crack, crack. The mirror of reflection that Abrupt Magic Reverse created had deep and creepy cracks. Since Dark Dialect was not a spell that targeted individuals, it was not parried but only weakened, preventing Lucien from falling into a coma.

The Dark Dialect was not the language of abyss or hell but a legendary spell that represented the nature of abyss and hell. Only the Will of Abyss, the Lord of Hell, the Prince of Demons and the master of the first level of hell were capable of it. The Lord of Hell's 'Life Deprivation' was exactly a variation of Dark Dialect.

"Howl!"

When the Prince of Demons let out 'Dark Dialect', the silver light that was the integration of Natasha and the Sword of Truth suddenly became heavy and descended, as she had been awed, too. Then, illusionary waves rippled out slowly. It was obvious that her willpower was strong enough for her to use the Shield of Truth!

The worlds between the gigantic hand and the figurine were frozen, no longer vague and unpredictable!

Malfurion was about to perform the body transformation of druids and turn into a terrifying rock giant to destroy the altar, when he suffered the shock brought by 'Dark Dialect'. As a result, his natural power was disrupted, and his head became dizzy. He could only retreat the green staff with which he trapped the Sovereign of Blood for self-defense.

The twigs and leaves from its flesh gone, the dog head and the human-faced goat head both howled ferociously and echoed with the Prince of Demons.

The fur on the giant hand of the Prince of Demons erected, releasing the intense air of evilness and chaos from the black, corrosive fluids, as it suddenly grabbed the illusionary worlds before it which were frozen like ambers.

Crack, crack, crack. Cracks appeared on those illusionary worlds, spreading out and falling apart.

The giant hand pierced through them and approached Ferragond's figurine!

Inside the abyss, the Prince of Demons would have extraordinary strength. If it were in its own demiplane, it would be as strong as a demigod, like the pontiff of the North Church after performing 'God's Grace'.

However, Lucien was not nervous or terrified, because the Prince of Demons seemed only interested in taking the figurine away and activating the altar. It did not block the space or focus all of its attention on him, Natasha and Malfurion. If they intended to leave, they could leave immediately. Also, even if the Prince of Demons were to attack them with full strength, he was still confident enough to escape when he was on the Scarlet Plain.

From the darkness, long tails emerged and darted at Lucien, their pointy ends brimming with black, negative air. It seemed that they could significantly weaken the enemy like the deteriorating rays or the sword of darkness.

It was the main way of attack for the Prince of Demons!

Crack. After a crisp sound, a tail that was enshrouded in black scales pierced at the mirror of abrupt reverse before Lucien. The mirror was completely broken, but the tail was also blown backwards at the baboon head in the sky.

"Nature's Wrath!" Malfurion was faced with the Sovereign of Blood who pounced at him.

At this moment, the gigantic hand of the Prince of Demons had already touched Ferragond's figurine.

"Create a vacuum with 'Storm Barrier' first, and then obliterate the figurine as well as the Prince of Demons' body with 'Positron Cannon'…" Lucien thought to himself calmly, preparing to give the Prince of Demons a brutal attack before it shifted its attention to himself and Natasha. Even though the attack couldn't kill the enemy, the enemy wouldn't be able to achieve its purpose.

Suddenly, the Nature's Heart on the altar became bright and even more vigorous, blurring the space around and presenting a natural, harmonious world where the birth, growth, exuberance, decline, death and rebirth were manifested!

Then, the world was melted in the air of Nature's Heart, turning it into a bright green streak of brilliance which shot out of the altar like an arrow.

The altar withered and collapsed, as if all its vitality had been gone.

The arrow of light made by 'Nature's Heart' took off late but arrived early. It hit the dark figurine and the gigantic hand of the Prince of Demons after only one moment.

The dark figurine fell apart, and the illusionary faces of elves, mixed with intense negative emotions, were melted into the bright green light and pierced into the gigantic hand with it!

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

The Prince of Demons cried miserably, and a torrential rain poured down, corrupting and destroying everything.

Green and vigorous branches grew from its palm, and sprouts were also extending from its arm, its baboon head, and its eyes where all kinds of colors were changing.

Therefore, it could not keep the remote presence anymore, and its enormous body completely appeared in the sky.

It was a body that was narrow, long like a snake but as hideous as a mixture of a baboon and a gorilla. The demonic patterns made of scales and furs were full of wickedness and foulness, too. Anyone who was not a legend would've suffered irrecoverable craziness as long as they looked at the body!

Faced with such an unexpected change, Malfurion narrowed his eyes quickly:

"Her Majesty?"

He suddenly realized that things were much more complicated than he thought!

Natasha was shocked by Dark Dialect and could barely control herself. Even her battle desire had been replaced by slaughter and other negative thoughts. Thankfully, she was a legitimate knight and an expert who had reached her current stage with her willpower. So, she managed to control her body and resisted the subsequent corruption with the Shield of Truth.

Then, she watched the Prince of Demons be heavily wounded by Nature's Heart and deprived of mobility.

So, with a fire burning in her heart, the desire for battle and the subconscious reaction melted her with the Sword of Truth again. The silver sword swirled in the sky and chopped the surfacing body of the Prince of Demons indifferently and arrogantly.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

After the flash of the sword, an illusionary and hideous crack appeared, and the Prince of Demons cried miserably again. However, having been corrupted by Nature's Heart, it could only fight back with the dark fluids on its body without being able to perform Dark Dialect.

Although Natasha was full of battle desire, she was certainly not a reckless warrior. After hitting the target, she immediately descended and directly landed on the heads of the Sovereign of Blood, covering the distance in a blink, before she aimed at the two heads and slashed her sword!

A top legend like the Prince of Demons must have desperate counterattacks!

After slashing her sword, Natasha did not check the result but raised the Sword of Truth.

At this moment, the Prince of Demons' body that was thousands of meters long loomed in the sky, but it was temporarily restrained by Nature's Heart and stood there like a target.

"This is such a great pose. I can't hold myself back anymore…" Lucien certainly wouldn't let go of such an opportunity. After Natasha's sword hit the target, he extended his left hand and aimed at the Prince of Demons.

Then, his monocle glittered, as he pointed at the wound caused by the Sword of Truth on the underbelly of the Prince of Demons and announced:

"Eternal Blaze!"

Lucien intended to use 'Positron Cannon' at the beginning, but the anomalies of the elvish queen made him drop the idea for now.

Then unimaginable light broke out!

Chapter 686: Prince of Demons

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

An illusionary but deep wound lay on the abdomen of the Prince of Demons, tearing and cutting its scales, 'muscles' and bones, resulting in a huge loss of black, corrosive blood. The internal organs that were wriggling all the time inside like little demons were presented before Lucien.

Screaming in a voice that shocked the whole demiplane, the Prince of Demons suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a human-shaped object that was enshrouded in mucus. It had the unique horns of demons and was spreading out the terrifying air of top legendary. Only the intangible vibe was enough to cause cracks, where the rivers of lava could be seen, on the Scarlet Plain.

The demon had such a form?

It would not reveal its true self without being greatly damaged?

Whatever the situation was, it was too late.

"Eternal Blaze!"

As Lucien extended his left hand, unimaginably scorching and dazzling brilliance suddenly burst out from the wound at the abdomen of the Prince of Demons, as if ten thousand suns had arrived at the same time!

Malfurion couldn't help but shut his eyes despite the protection of his green staff. He suspected that his eyes would've been blinded if he hadn't cast additional defense on himself.

Raising the Shield of Truth, Natasha closed her eyes. Without the blockage of the abyssal gap, she did not dare to gaze at the momentary glare when 'Eternal Blaze' was performed, either!

Vague, illusionary ripples spread from the Shield of Truth and completely separated her from the real world, placing her in an intangible world.

Having lost most of the magic items and effects, the human-faced goat head of the Sovereign of Blood stuck out its snake-like crimson tongue to resist the scourge of the silver sword together with the two giant swords. However, since the Prince of Demons controlled the Sovereign of Blood, it could not receive the feedback and enhancement of the demiplane. The tongue and the giant swords cracked one bit after another, and the illusionary gaps began to spread towards its body.

"Idiot, work harder!" In their mind, it roared at the other head.

The dog head was about to perform abilities, when it suddenly noticed the glare. Therefore, he subconsciously looked at its 'liege', only to be dazzled by the burning, terrifying brilliance.

"My eyes!" The dog head screamed.

Then, it felt infinite, pure light surging over with an extremely horrifying temperature, drowning everything.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

The abdomen of the Prince of Demons was entirely vaporized. The bursting light and the super high temperature that could melt everything swallowed the mucus-covered person, as well as its tail and its head.

A brilliant sun rose in the sky, driving away the darkness and overshadowing the original darkness.

Then, the energy storm that equaled the outburst of too many volcanoes erupting swept out, destroying everything on the way. The forest was destroyed, the altar was destroyed, the array of rocks were destroyed, and the Fortress of Flesh far away began to break and collapse as if it had been through a horrifying earthquake.

The scorching energy storm destroyed everything and ignited anything inflammable on the plain.

Demons were torn to pieces. Flames of various colors were raised on their bodies.

BOOM!

After the light, the deafening explosion finally broke out like thunder. The whole demiplane of 'Scarlet Plain' shook violently, as if it were the end of the world.

In the sky, a rolling mushroom cloud rose, whose circular, weird head gave an astounding feeling and the beauty of destruction. It drew a perfect conclusion to the previous explosion and left a symbol that was worth remembering.

Looking at the gigantic circle of clouds, Malfurion finally understood why 'Eternal Blaze' was regarded as the spell of purest violence. Natasha, on the other hand, wondered when her damage could reach such a level.

Crack, crack, crack. Pieces of bodies hit the ground mixed with blackened scales and dark blood. However, without the terrifying ability of recovery of the Demon Lord, they were nothing more than lifeless remains.

Lucien pushed his monocle and looked at the mushroom cloud. The Prince of Demons' enormous body had been shattered. However, there was an extremely weird and chaotic black hole at its center, from which one could see a pond that was bubbling nonstop.

The darkness in the hole faded, and the scene inside became clear. It was an ocean of green light where white bubbles were popping nonstop. There were reefs and islands on the ocean, but they were all dissolving because of the spreading scarlet space around it.

"The Abyssal Stomach and the Ocean of Acids…" The names that Lucien said in a low voice was exactly the title of the abyss of that level and the real home field of the Prince of Demons. It would be close to a demigod when fighting there. "It seems that the previous attack didn't finish the demon…"

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White bubbles surfaced on the ocean of 'Abyssal Stomach'. A dark, gloomy castle could be vaguely seen from down below. That was the palace of the Prince of Demons.

The bubbles became more and more intense. Suddenly, a baboon face appeared and looked at Lucien through the window of the two demiplanes that hadn't vanished yet. With utmost hatred, the demon declared:

"Mortal, you are going to pay for this!"

It sounded weak obviously, which was utterly understandable. Having been ambushed by Arrow of Nature, and since 'Eternal Blaze' broke out inside its body, the demon had almost completely perished.

However, even though it did manage to escape in the end, it had to abandon its body to be reborn with the demon core that it deployed in the palace earlier.

When the Prince of Demons just finished its sentence, Lucien suddenly bulged his eyes, because he saw a shadow emerging from the underwater castle and enshrouding it quickly!

The dark shadow, like a carnivorous flower that was digesting food, wriggled, expanded and fluctuated.

"Who is it?"

"Gonheim, what are you doing?"

"Leave me alone!"

"I'm going to kill you…"

The evil and chaotic voice of the Prince of Demons came from the dark shadow, but it was weaker and weaker.

"Gonheim? The Demogorgon of Darkness?" Malfurion realized something after hearing the name.

Lucien and Natasha also knew what Gonheim was doing even though they hadn't figured out what the elvish queen was up to!

It was advancing with the best way of evolution for demons: to win the happiness of abyss by swallowing the Prince of Demons!

Subconsciously, Lucien stepped forward and planned to stop it. It wouldn't matter if any other demon were to become 'Prince of Demons', a top legend, because there was no difference between them, but 'Demogorgon of Darkness' and 'Lord of Spectres' were the worst candidates, because they were very like devils in that they could suppress their nature of killing and they were capable of drafting and carrying out complicated schemes.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

The Prince of Demons suddenly burst out a miserable cry, before its voice came to an abrupt end.

Bubbles suddenly increased in the Ocean of Acids, as if it had been boiled. The wriggling red space around was suddenly frozen, and it was connected to a dark, cold glacier.

On the glacier was a high, dark castle that was frozen in ice.

The castle suddenly became blurred, revealing a black throne whose back was against Lucien. It could be vaguely seen that somebody tall was ensconced on it.

The sky in the Scarlet Plain, the Seething Ocean, the Skeleton Land, the Castle of Hypocrisies and other planes suddenly dimmed. The sun was gone, and darkness emerged. Rain of void poured from the sky.

Roars that were filled with the desire of slaughter resonated throughout the abyss, like a melody that was composed with the Dark Dialect.

The demons lower than lords fell on their knees, even including the spectres created by Apsis, the Lord of Spectres.

The Will of Abyss was expressing his happiness for betrayal, slaughter, swallowing and mayhem!

...

Inside the cave, the magic circle was gone, and so was the projection of the elvish queen and Lankshear.

After the dark figurine was penetrated by Arrow of Nature, Ferragond immediately claimed overwhelming advantages in the battle against the projection of devils in his body. He soon banished it and began to treat his wounds. For some reason, he suddenly recalled the conversation between the queen and Lankshear just now.

"Why did my plan fail? How did you learn it…" Before the transformation was completed, Lankshear was still asking regretfully.

Aglaea, the elvish queen, sighed. "The Prince of Demons was never a specialist who was good at making and carrying out plans. Where did your scheme come from?"

"The Demogorgon of Darkness betrayed the Prince of Demons. Does he not fear that he will be killed by the infuriated Prince of Demons with other Demon Lords?" Lankshear seemed to have understood something.

Aglaea shook her head. "As I said, this is a world of competitions, where top legends strive to become demigods and the other legends risk to be top legends. For Gonheim, this is the most dangerous but also the best opportunity. This time, he will either die or swallow the Prince of Demons!"

"Perhaps, the demise of a top legend will be the real harbinger of the world of competitions…"

Ferragond calmed down and thought to himself. "Although Her Majesty has completed the status transformation, I'm afraid that there's still a long way to go before she reaches the level of demigod… I do hope that she can succeed in the end…"

...

The Ocean of Acids became cold, with a shallow layer of ice on the top, whereas the glacier beyond the Frozen Fortress embraced acidic rivers.

The two demiplanes were superposed and melted in such a way!

Deep darkness surged below the throne, and the terrifying air suddenly burst out, marching from level one, level two, level three all the way to the peak of legendary!

In the songs of submission, the throne was turned around. Sitting on the throne was a handsome male, who was wearing a black tailcoat and had icy long hair. His skin was fairly dark. Except for the pair of tiny black demonic horns on his forehead, he looked no different from human beings.

His eyes were black at first, before they changed into different colors which replaced one another.

Gonheim, the Demogorgon of Darkness, looked at Lucien, Natasha and Malfurion, as well as the damaged altar, with such air. Then, he rose from the throne and bowed with a mocking smile, pressing his chest with his right hand:

"Thank you for your help."

It was the new 'Prince of Demons'!

Chapter 687: Aglaea's Attitude

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The densest darkness fell upon the Frozen Fortress and the Ocean of Acids, serving as the curtain of a stage for the new Prince of Demons. Roars of pain, wrath, hate and bloodthirst were still echoing in the void. They sounded like a melody of chaos and slaughter that was written in the Dark Dialect to pay tributes to Gonheim for ascending the throne.

On another level of abyss, at the certain of the desert where countless strange spectres had died, stood an enormous palace that was made of many gigantic bones. On the top of the palace, an illusionary monster in black cloak was floating and looking in the direction of the ocean of acids. Its face was so dry and withered that there was only the skin left, but flames were vaguely burning inside the pale, hollow eyes.

The interaction between the Scarlet Plain and the Abyssal Stomach was over, and Gonheim did not do anything else. For him, fighting Lucien, Natasha and Malfurion at this moment was meaningless. Having just swallowed the 'core' of the former Prince of Demons, he had received the grace and 'feedback' of the abyss and successfully reached the peak of legendary. Now was the time for him to stabilize himself. Starting a reckless battle would only give an opportunity to the other Demon Lords who were covetous.

Seeing that he had already advanced, Lucien did not intend to break into the Frozen Fortress, either, partly because the Demogorgon of Darkness was close to demigod, and partly because what was behind the scheme forced him to be prudent. Also, the change of Prince of Demons was not a threat to the Congress for now, unless the elvish queen had been completely inclined to the abyss, which was absolutely impossible. It wasn't a problem to work with and take advantage of those people, but nobody would ever forge a long-term alliance with the murderous and treacherous demons.

The cold, dark ocean and the iced fortress disappeared in the sky, and the Scarlet Plain was back to normal, except for the broken and burning corpses of demons on the ground.

Looking at what was left of the Sovereign of Blood, who failed to carry out effective defense due to the affection of the Sword of Truth, Malfurion was lost for words for a long time. The Arrow of Nature that suddenly shot out of the altar made him understand a lot of things. He felt very complicated.

"So, the Demogorgon of Darkness was behind everything. I wonder how he won the trust of the Prince of Demons…" Putting back the Shield of Truth which had cracks on the surface, Natasha looked at the sky which had turned blue after the dust was cleared by 'Eternal Blaze'. The pure sunlight was particularly comfortable.

Lucien shook his head in amusement. "There's no way I can tell what's on the chaotic demons' mind. Perhaps, Gonheim found the weakness in the heart of the Prince of Demons. However, what we should be wary of is the clue behind this incident. It seems that Viken had really secretly spread the way to become a demigod to the legends that he carefully selected. As a result, it's not hard to imagine that the situation will be extremely complicated due to the intense competitions. Countless schemes and slaughter must be brewing at this moment."

Perhaps, some legendary sorcerers within the Congress had received it!

Their conversation was not conducted through telepathic bond but openly, informing Malfurion of the information.

"Yes. The arrangement of the altar, the pollution of the elvish tree, and the corruption of elves are similar to the transformation circles inside the Realm of Gates. However, what if it wasn't done by Pope Viken but by Monster Viken?" Said Natasha with a smile. She had learnt everything about the Realm of Gates from Lucien.

After a long silence, Malfurion suddenly opened his mouth. "Are you suggesting that the queen cooperated with the Demogorgon of Darkness, conspired against the Prince of Demons, and transformed her status with his scheme?"

"That should be the case." Lucien nodded without offering any comment. He looked around, only to discover that most of the remains of the Sovereign of Blood and the Prince of Demons had lost activity under 'Eternal Blaze'. He could only pick a few pieces that could be used as experiment materials.

On their way back to the abyssal gap, Natasha said in the telepathic bond, "The elvish queen must be planning to become a demigod. Would she pose a threat to the Congress and the kingdom?"

If she was a potential danger, she should be dealt with as soon as possible!

"The elvish queen must've transformed her status and grasped the tricks in it. However, to become a demigod in Viken's way, one has to reap the power of faith. Considering the population of elves, her only choice is to expand. However, it is easier for her to succeed through nature's feedback and natural divine powers, which are closer to her essence. Also, the Congress is more powerful than the sea clans. It's not hard to predict which direction of expansion she will choose." Lucien analyzed.

Natasha nodded. "The sea clans have only one top legend, and the Congress has four. As long as the elvish queen's mind is not blinded by negative feelings, she will certainly make the right choice. Besides, the ocean is a part of nature, and a very large one, for that matter. However, after the elvish queen does become a demigod, would she still retain the partnership with us?"

"Even though the odds of success and the potential dangers of this path are ignored, by the time she gathers enough power of faith for her advancement, arcana must've been developed to the point that it can afford a real path to the demigod level which carries no risks!" Lucien sounded calm and confident.

Natasha smiled and did not ask more. Then, she became solemn. "In such an age of conflict and rapid development, I cannot be content with turning into a legendary knight. I need to work harder!"

Then, she clenched her fist. "I'll certainly catch up to you and restore our roles back to normal!"

Lucien smiled back at her with obvious 'provocation'.

...

Hardly had they returned to Nature's Residence when Lucien, Natasha and Malfurion heard the beautiful and clear voice of the elvish queen. Two honorable guests, thank you for your contributions to the elves. You've found the real culprit, Lankshear, and vindicated Ferragond. Please come to meet me in the Royal Palace."

Lucien and Natasha looked at each other and both sensed the elvish queen's kindness. In the meantime, they paid close attention to the defense of the place, ready to return to 'Atomic Universe' at the first anomaly.

Malfurion flew in the lead in silence. It was not until they reached the palaces on the top of the elvish tree that he looked better.

The palaces were exquisite but not extravagant. Atlant, Jurisian, Felipe, Heidi and the other sorcerers had been seated.

Ferragond did not join in, using his wound as an excuse. However, after his feelings of hate were unveiled and eliminated, his hostility against humans had been weakened. 'Nature's Abhorrence' would probably turn into 'Nature's Protection'.

Aglaea, the elvish queen, was still wearing the dress made of green leaves. She rose with a smile, "Allow me to express my gratitude on behalf of all elves."

Seeing that her slim figure was more or less blurry, Lucien and Natasha secretly nodded. She had indeed completed the status transformation. Since she was unable to control the new status perfectly, she looked somewhat abnormal. However, the fact that she revealed the abnormality openly suggested her attitude of honesty and cooperation.

"Mr. Evans, Mr. Forman, here are two fruits of the elvish tree. You must take them. Even the most precious gift cannot compare to the gratitude in our heart." Said the elvish queen to Lucien and Atlant, before she brought out two green boxes made of twigs. Vague fragrance could be smelled from inside. After only one sniff, Lucien already felt that all the pores on his body had been opened.

Arcelion and Malfurion opened their mouth, subconsciously trying to stop it, because it took a very long time for the elvish tree to yield fruits, and it could yield few at a time. Also, the fruits had a lot of usages. There were only three of them left in the royal treasury, and two of them had been given away!

However, both of them contained their urge. Whatever was behind the incident, it was true that the sorcerers of the Congress 'saved' the elves.

Lucien politely accepted the box and thanked the queen. With the fruits of the elvish tree as well as the Fountain of Youth, it would be possible for him to establish a ritual that Natasha and he could use at the same time!

After the two legendary sorcerers accepted their gifts, and the other sorcerers received different gifts from Iristine, the elvish queen smiled again, "Mr. Evans, we were never able to learn the updates of arcana development until the Stroop forest was covered by 'Arcana Voice'. Many elves are quite interested in it."

The innovative program that did not disagree with the elves' daily life was quite popular among them.

"It's my honor." Replied Lucien with a smile, who had guessed where the elvish queen was getting at.

Aglaea nodded her head. "We the elves are never a stubborn, conservative people, and we have been learning the advantages of other civilizations. Therefore, I will not forbid their interest in arcana and magic. On the contrary, I would like them to study in Allyn. In doing so, we will really learn arcana and eliminate our misunderstanding about human beings."

"Your Majesty, we can learn from each other. You can select a party of elves to come to study arcana or magic in Allyn, and we can choose some humans to study natural divine powers in the Stroop forest, or let the sorcerers who are interested in elves' naturally-endowed abilities to live in the forest." Lucien thought for a moment and proposed in amusement. Was it some sort of exchange of international students?

Thinking for a moment, Aglaea said with a delightful smile. "What an excellent suggestion. Iristine, you will go to study in Allyn on behalf of the Elvish Court."

"Me?" Iristine was more or less stunned.

Aglaea's smile was gone. She said solemnly, "Although you are a druid, it's not a bad thing for you to learn arcana. It will help you better understand the secrets of nature."

In the telepathic bond, Natasha smiled. "It seems that the elvish queen intends to deepen the cooperation with the Congress."

A hostage to us. Lucien was quite satisfied with that. He rose and asked, "Your Majesty, the elves boast a long history and much knowledge. So, I would like to ask you if you know any place where I can obtain legendary space-time materials?"

It was the second purpose of his trip.