The entwined vines withered and disintegrated rapidly under the beam of light.

The raging blade hurricane was swept by the beam of light, instantly disrupting its magical structure and greatly reducing its power.

Even the purifying moonlight was forcibly distorted and refracted by this "light that breaks the law".

Serantia, the "Lost Heart," let out a low, eerie murmur.

The sound disregarded distance and penetrated directly into the minds of the less powerful royal guards and spellcasters below.

In an instant, the comrades who should have been united against the common enemy suddenly had their eyes filled with suspicion, fear and even violence towards those around them!

Two guards roared and slashed their weapons at their companions. A priest who was channeling a support spell suddenly clutched his head and screamed as the spell went out of control and backfired on him.

The elves' formation was thrown into chaos instantly.

"Dream Weaver" Campbell pressed his hands together, and invisible mental ripples spread out.

The hard stone pavement of the square seemed to have turned into a muddy swamp, and the magnificent palace pillars twisted and writh like giant pythons ready to devour their prey.

The elven warriors' steps became unsteady and staggering, and some even attacked empty spaces frantically, falling into the incredibly realistic illusion he had created.

Although the attacks of the Elf Queen and the legendary powerhouses were fierce, they were countered by the strange abilities of the four members of the Enlightenment Society. It was as if they were caught in an invisible net, and their power was weakened and neutralized layer by layer, and even backfired on them.

The royal court's defensive formation was on the verge of collapse due to Serantia's provocations and Campbell's illusions.

The battle appeared intense, but the elves were completely on the defensive, steadily suppressed by the four.

The battle in the square was fierce and brutal.

Queen Eliria gripped her staff tightly, emerald light surging around her as she unleashed spells imbued with the power of nature at the four gray figures in the air.

However, the pale beam of light, which was seen as illusory by the "Lamplighter" Farrion, was easily disintegrated and distorted.

Just as Queen Arielia gritted her teeth, preparing to unleash the last of the royal court's resources for a desperate counterattack...

The "Dream Weaver" Campion, who had been hovering to the side and rear, manipulating the vast illusion with his hands, suddenly unleashed a deep, eerie light from his eyes, which were hidden in the shadow of his hood.

Below in the plaza, each elf is trapped in the terrifying illusion he has woven, or struggling with betrayal by their companions and their own despair.

Their dreams and subconsciousness transformed into an invisible river, which was captured and analyzed by his powerful spiritual strength.

The deepest fears in the elves' hearts, their most secret thoughts, and even the fleeting glimpse the queen had left in the minds of her attendants when she hastily issued her orders...

Countless fragments of information flooded into Campbell's consciousness like a torrent.

The overwhelming amount of information made him sway slightly, his brows furrowed under his hood, bearing immense mental pressure.

He closed his eyes briefly, as if sorting through clues in a storm.

Just two or three minutes later, Campion suddenly opened his eyes, the eerie light disappearing, replaced by an all-knowing coldness.

"Found it. The Heart of the Elf is neither in the core of the Ancient Tree of Life, nor in the Royal Treasury."

“Ariria is very clever. She used a natural veil unique to the Elf Queen to isolate the fluctuations of the Elf Heart’s aura. The object is directly beneath the ‘Hall of Eternal Slumber,’ the place where the three epic ancient ghosts slumber.”

Queen Aria's heart sank!

She saw Campbell close and open her eyes, and a strong sense of foreboding gripped her heart.

She knew all too well how terrifying the "Dream Weaver" was, especially on this chaotic and desperate battlefield, where the spirits of the elves on the verge of collapse were his perfect hunting ground!

She dug her fingertips deep into her palm, almost drawing blood.

She was betting that the Enlightenment Society wouldn't be able to see through the highest-level natural disguise magic she was using with the Queen's authority, and even more so that the other side wouldn't dare to easily disturb those three sleeping old monsters.

She had actually guessed the attitude of the three epic elders long ago.

The Heart of the Elf, a sacred object that can guide high-ranking elves to comprehend the divinity of nature and may even communicate with the will of the distant Elf Goddess, is the foundation of the Elf race's power inheritance.

However, for those three old men who had been immersed in the Fountain of Life for hundreds of years, whose power had long since solidified and stagnated, and who were only seeking to prolong their lives, this was a different story.

The Heart of the Elf is not only useless, but has become a potential threat.

The more high-ranking elves use this to attempt to reach the legendary or even glimpse the epic realm, the more likely it is to shake their corrupt yet supreme status.

Those elves who awakened to the professions of other gods were considered heretics.

Because they have broken away from the traditional natural way of the elves, they may also reach the legendary or even epic realms in different ways, posing a challenge to them.

In order to consolidate their crumbling power, the elders tacitly approved and even condoned the purge of heretics, and intentionally or unintentionally weakened the benefits of the Elven Heart to the new generation of strong individuals.

Queen Elijah saw all of this clearly, yet was powerless to change it.

She remained at the pinnacle of legend for many years, and any resistance she offered seemed futile in the face of three deeply entrenched epics.

Royal power is extremely fragile in the face of absolute strength and the accumulation of a long period of time.

But this time, the Heart of the Elf is the lifeblood of the race!

She could not stand by and watch the sacred objects fall into the hands of the Enlightenment Society.

Left with no other choice, she had to take a risk.

Using the Queen's secret magic to conceal the aura of the Elven Heart, she secretly moved it and hid it in a secret chamber directly beneath the "Hall of Eternal Slumber".

On the one hand, they utilized the powerful energy field of the place where the three elders slept as a natural cover.

On the other hand, and most importantly.

If the Enlightenment Society really discovers that place and attempts to seize the Heart of the Spirit, their actions will surely alarm the sleeping elders!

At that time, even if it's just to protect their own peaceful "nest" from being destroyed, these three old geezers will absolutely not stand idly by!

This was the only overt scheme the Queen could think of in her desperation to provoke the elders into taking action.

What she didn't expect was that these people from the Enlightenment Society would find the location of the Heart of the Elf so quickly!

The eye pattern beneath Farren's cloak shifted to the coordinates provided by Cambane, and the pale beam of light also changed direction, no longer focusing on the Queen.

Instead, it remotely targeted the "Hall of Eternal Slumber," a region deep within the royal court heavily guarded by ancient barriers, symbolizing the elves' last trump card.

Serantia's whisper carried a hint of amusement, while Langustu's silent force field subtly adjusted, faintly pointing in the same direction.

The target has been identified.

Cambane dispelled part of the vast illusion that enveloped the plaza, and his voice, amplified by sonic magic, coldly pierced through the battlefield's clamor, striking directly at the Queen's eardrums:

“Ariria Eldrinval, your little tricks are over. We'll take the Elven Heart. As for those three ‘living dead’… ha, so what if they’ve alerted us?”

His words were filled with contempt for the greatest strengths of the Elven race.