Chapter 431: Heart of the Elves (4)

Attracted by the energy released by Ron, the energy contained in the seven dragon crystals surged out like a flood, and the center where all the energy gathered was right above Alecius's body.

All of a sudden, the originally white and fat body of the evil god burst into colorful light.

Water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light and darkness.

Different energies gather, collide, and finally merge in the corpse.

Originally a fat white worm, under the impact of these complex energies, kept changing its shape, sometimes expanding, sometimes shrinking, sometimes twisting, sometimes stretching, and even its original milky white color was constantly changing.

After the refining is completed, no one can guarantee what this thing will eventually become.

On the other side, in Ron's soul, a thin strand of consciousness emerged, silently winding on the ground, crawling towards the insects, trying to enter Alecius's body and take over this body.

Refining the corpse of a god is destined to be a long process.

Time passes by every second.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west.

Everything doesn't seem to be much different from the past.

The early morning sun dispelled the darkness, and the small town was covered with a golden veil. Compared with before, it was less gloomy and more bright.

Mirabelle was busy as before.

Stopping to rest is absolutely impossible for the Elf Queen. She will not waste even a second on irrelevant things.

Mirabelle only knew that if she could find the man one day earlier, one second earlier, she would have a better chance of survival, no matter how ridiculous the chance was. She didn't know what the use of her efforts was. She only knew that she would keep working hard, forever.

I don’t know when the sun had already floated above my head.

The scorching sun burned Mirabelle's body. The once proud and beautiful elf queen had now become disheveled. Her dirty hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to her face, and dripping down her small chin onto the stones covered with sand and dust, and then quickly evaporated.

A pale tongue licked her cracked lips, and Mirabelle's little hand reached out to the next stone.

Buzz.

At this moment, Mirabelle's movements suddenly paused. She raised her head abruptly, with an incredible expression on her dirty little face.

Her eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead. She felt, at that moment, a violent impact coming from the ground beneath her feet.

During this long period of nearly two hundred days, this was the only movement in the ruins.

With Mirabelle's strength, it was not difficult for her to detect this sudden movement, which came from deep within the earth.

Then, her pretty face, whose original color had long been lost, was filled with indescribable ecstasy. She couldn't even hold back and almost screamed out loud. It was the first time in such a long time that she felt hope was so close to her.

She wasn't sure whether it was that man who caused this impact, but no matter what, it was at least a hope.

She wanted to find out where the impact came from, but the ruins were so huge that even after Mirabelle spent nearly two hundred days cleaning it up, it was still a mess.

Just when the Elf Queen's mood was getting worse, another buzzing sound was heard, and this time it was clearer than the previous one.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! It was like the heartbeat of some creature, with a special rhythm.

Moreover, the heartbeat rate seemed to be gradually increasing.

Gradually, Mirabelle finally locked onto the direction from which the impact came. It was just in front of her left, about two hundred meters away.

Unable to endure the torment in her heart any longer, Mirabelle let out a hoarse scream, and her body created a gust of wind as she flew in that direction. Her increasingly slender body floated in the air, and her deeply sunken eyes widened wide.

Mirabelle no longer cared about the damage this would cause to her already exhausted body, and she was squandering her remaining strength in an almost brutal manner.

The violent hurricane swept up the sand and gravel.

In an instant, the sky turned dark yellow, blocking out the sun.

The pile of ruins was receding towards the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She felt that just beneath this area, there was a life and its heart was beating.

Boom! I don't know how long it took, just when Mirabelle felt that the magic power in her body was almost exhausted, her body and mind were exhausted to the extreme, even just moving a finger made Mirabelle feel unbearable, a violent roar suddenly came from deep in the earth.

This roar was more violent and wilder than any previous impact.

The scene was as fierce as a volcanic eruption, with hot magma gushing out from the ground.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Under the violent impact, pieces of rubble broke and flew everywhere.

A figure suddenly rose into the sky from the ground.

The impact of the gushing energy was too much for Mirabelle, whose magic power had long been exhausted. Her body was shaky, but she was desperately squeezing out the last bit of strength in her body to support herself and stay in mid-air.

His eyes widened as he ignored the smoke and dust all around him, staring straight ahead.

When she finally saw the familiar figure, Mirabelle could no longer bear it. With a smile on her face, her body suddenly shook and she fell downwards under the pull of gravity.

It was that last glance that Mirabelle saw clearly.

He is still alive.

Really still alive.

hehe.

That's enough.

All the suffering I had endured for such a long time finally paid off at this moment.

This pitiful and somewhat stupid elf queen could finally relax at this time. After completely letting go of the pressure on her, the fatigue of two hundred days finally swept over her at this moment. The moment her eyelids closed, Mirabelle fell into a deep sleep.

[Beep, system prompts, congratulations to the host, the Elf Queen's favorability has reached 100, successfully captured the Elf Queen Mirabelle, and obtained the Elf Heart. ]

Having just escaped from the dark dungeon, the midday sun shone into Ron's eyes, making him feel a burning pain. He didn't even have time to adapt to the external environment before the sound of the system prompt had already fallen into his ears.

For a moment, Ron couldn't help but look surprised. What the hell?

Wasn't the favorability only 70 before? How did it suddenly reach 100? Was the strategy completed? He shouldn't have done anything during this period, right? 　Chapter 4 　　 　 (End of this chapter)