Within the fragmented world of the World Tree.
A faint light fell into the deserted hall.
There was an icy chill in the air.
Facing Xia Ya's eyes that were filled with sadness, attachment, and a little reluctance.
An unprecedented ominous sign suddenly arose in Hathaway's heart.
But soon, she forced herself to calm down.
After the incident in the previous council chamber, she is no longer the same Hathaway.
In other words, as the oldest elder of the Council today and the only pure-blooded gold elf in the Lost Island, she inherently possesses an extremely powerful mind.
If not, Hathaway would not have been able to face the situation when all her ancestors and supporters died one by one, and the people of that tribe gradually forgot the history and turned their cold eyes and opposition to her.
...
...
Relying on his own, he advanced the research on the astral world to that level of progress during those hundreds of years of darkness.
It's just... because of the expectations that her ancestors placed on her, and the heavy weight of the future of the elves...
Also, because those new elders of the Council had similar faces to their predecessors in Hathaway's memory and had the same blood flowing in their veins, she still had a glimmer of fantasy about the Elf Royal Court.
She believed... no matter it was the royal court or herself, although there were differences and conflicts between them, they were all considering the future of the elves and the Lost Island.
If it is for the purpose of allowing the Elven Royal Court to survive and develop better, then no matter what method is used, whether it is right or not, Hathaway is willing to try to understand.
Even if he became a representative of the old and decadent, and had to endure the criticism and condemnation of the residents of the royal court, and was placed in a vortex of contradictions...
Just like the witch hunting described by Char, she did not care that she had become a victim of public opinion and the old times.
However, everything that happened in the council meeting before completely killed the last bit of immature fantasy in Hathaway's heart.
It was not an attempt to find another way out for the Elven Court.
It was just pure betrayal.
From upright creatures, they have turned back into a captive ornamental species.
This is something Hathaway cannot tolerate.
What she could not tolerate even more was those people's involvement with Char.
Unconsciously, in Hathaway's heart, the human boy named Char already had the same weight as the entire Elf Royal Court.
She took a deep breath.
I hid all my fear, uneasiness, and slight cowardice deep in my heart.
Then, he raised his head.
Hathaway knew very well what she would face next.
The sleeping sun god... the creator of the glorious era.
However, as the outside world can guess...even if the great existence sleeping in the fragments of the World Tree is really the original creator.
But after experiencing that great catastrophe, His condition must have been reduced to only one in ten or even one in a hundred.
There may not be something you can do yourself.
A soft chant came out melodiously from the mouth of the golden elf.
It transformed into one graceful syllable after another, causing the red-gold magic power to emerge in the void.
Initially, it was Char who pulled himself out of that dark quagmire.
Teach her the arcane, teach her magic, and bring light to the Lost Island, and also to her.
And now, Char is lost in the darkness of the Isle of the Lost.
Then, it's my turn to rescue him.
With such thoughts in mind, Hathaway's melodious chanting became faster and faster...
Every syllable involves magical power, forming an extremely brilliant arcane model.
That is the spell of "directional dimensional jump".
She knew very well what she was facing. Even if his condition was bad, he was still the Creator of the once glorious era and an absolutely superior being.
Therefore, from the very beginning, Hathaway never thought of killing the other party directly.
Instead, he took Char with him, jumped out of the Lost Island, and fled to the star realm.
Seeing that the other party was still in a sleeping state, it was obvious that he did not have the ability to cross the Lost Island and enter the star realm to pursue.
By then, he and Char would be completely safe.
…
However, the next moment.
On that black iron throne.
The illusory figure did not move at all and remained in a sleeping posture.
But then, beside the Iron Throne, in the thin shadows—
However, an illusory pair of eyes slowly opened, revealing an ancient color like that of bronze.
The moment I was stared at by those brass-colored illusory eyes.
Hathaway noticed it, and the blood in her body suddenly began to boil.
One blood-red inscription after another oozed out from the blood.
It seeped out of the blood vessels and soaked into every inch of the golden elf's skin and flesh.
It turned into black and red, with lines carrying a strange aura, covering every inch of her skin.
What followed was an intense pain that seemed to penetrate directly into the deepest part of the bone marrow.
It was a curse that burst out from the elven blood flowing in Hathaway's body, directly invading her mind and flesh.
The "directional dimensional jump" that was only one step away from completion of the chant was interrupted in an instant.
The spell model collapsed just before it was completed, and the mental backlash it brought about caused blood to flow from the corners of her mouth, and her entire sea of soul was no longer clear.
"The Lost Island... is my world."
"Under the curtain of eternal night, everywhere is filled with the disordered, crazy, and violent fragments of divinity and rules that I cut off."
"Don't even mention it as an ordinary legend—"
“Even if an ordinary demigod entered here, under the influence of that crazy divinity and authority, if he didn’t leave immediately, he would lose control in a very short time.”
The sound was like the ringing of an ancient bronze bell, echoing in the hall.
"Rather, it is better to say that you have entered the Lost Island like this, but apart from having your strength and mental power suppressed, you have still been able to retain your complete self-will for a long time and have not fallen into madness. This is a rare exception."
"Even an ordinary true god can't do what you do."
In the faint shadow, the brass-colored illusory eyes were fixed on the thin figure of the human boy beside him.
Hathaway had just arrived at the scene and was fighting against the person who was hostile to him.
However, this illusory pair of eyes that represented the will of the old sun god seemed to have never cared about the golden elf in front of it.
From the beginning to the end, His attention was focused only on Xia.
"But, despite being filled with such violent and disordered divinity, the elves are not restricted on the Lost Island..."
Char gave a wry smile.
"That's right." The illusory brass eyes closed slightly, and then opened again.
"Ever since I chose the elves as the race of the third-party royal court and also as a backup vessel, I spent hundreds of years transforming the bloodline of the entire elf race and leaving a backup plan."
"As a race created by me, my pawns... since their blood is tainted with my divinity, the disordered divinities wandering around on the Lost Isle will naturally not have any influence on them."
"It doesn't matter whether you have lived in the royal court, when and where you were born, or even whether you are currently on the Isle of the Lost..."
"As long as the blood of the elves flows in your body, even if it has been diluted to an extremely tiny trace..."
"Then I can also rely on the backup of that bloodline to control their life and death at will."
"It is the vessel's honor and my gift."
The bronze-like sound was not very loud, but rather illusory and vague.
But it fell into Hathaway's ears.
However, her spiritual ocean, which had been somewhat dispersed due to the backlash, fell to the freezing point again.
Compared to the coldness in the golden elf's heart at this moment, the curse that was eating away at the entire body and corroding all of its flesh and blood seemed less painful.
"turn out to be."
"We are just containers..."
Bright red blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, carrying with it a hint of red-gold glow.
Although they were cold words, they revealed the cold truth.
It was far more cruel than Hathaway had imagined.
She once believed that the Elf King's Court and the high elves who lived in it were nothing more than pets kept in ornamental cages by the Sun God.
It was not until the Cataclysm and the fall of the former creator that the elves regained their freedom and truly became an independent intelligent race.
But now I think I was thinking too simply.
That cage never went away.
The only difference is that the originally clearly visible "big cage" with iron chains and railings was replaced by a transparent "small cage".
And they are not pets.
Rather... as Char described, they were just mice that were divided into the control group and the experimental group during the alchemical potion injection experiment.
No wonder no matter what kind of research the seniors in the council and I conducted under their noses, we never alarmed the owner of the World Tree fragment.
No wonder even though not long ago, the entire council was overturned by him and caused such a big commotion, the will of the old Sun God on the Black Iron Throne has never even looked at him.
How could the owner of the laboratory care about the unusual movements of a mouse in a cage?
Even though this mouse was very powerful and killed several other mice, it became the strongest among mice.
A scientist appeared among the turkeys in captivity on a farm. He observed that the turkeys were fed on time at 5 o'clock every afternoon, so the turkey scientist came to a conclusion - "Delicious food will fall from the sky at 5 o'clock every afternoon."
This inference was verified every day of the year, so the turkeys felt that the inference had become an eternal theorem.
But on Thanksgiving Day, the farmers who came were not holding feed buckets filled with delicious food, but kitchen knives that were sharpened to a cold shine.
The entire elf race was created by the old sun god.
As long as she still has the blood of the elves flowing in her veins, even if Hathaway flees to the ends of the earth, the old sun god only needs a tiny thought to activate his power and make her die without a burial place.
"How sad..."
Bright red tears of blood dripped down the golden elf's long eyelashes.
"It turns out that elves have never truly lived."
Just a few hours ago, Hathaway's heart was full of joy.
Lighting up the ocean of stars, she thought that she and the entire Elf Royal Court had found the way forward.
But now it seems so ridiculous.
Like a flower in the water, the moon in the mirror.
Beautiful, yet fragile.
boom--
The burning sensation in the blood intensified again. Hathaway's originally fair, delicate and smooth skin was now branded with inscriptions of blood-red and black, carrying a severe curse.
Originally, as the only pure-blooded elf surviving on the Lost Island and also a candidate vessel for the Old Sun God, she was quite valuable.
However, it was obvious that after Char's appearance, the old sun god had completely lost his patience with this candidate for the vessel.
Feeling the impending death gushing out from the blood.
A hint of determination suddenly flashed in Hathaway's eyes.
Then, in an instant.
She summoned the last bit of will in the collapsing sea of spirit.
The glow of red-gold magic power shone in an instant, briefly suppressing the curse that was a mixture of blood-red and pitch-black.
Since there was no way I could survive no matter what.
Well, at least before death...
I can use my own life, a self-explosion that burns up all my mental and vital energy, to dispel the divine oppression around me.
To give Xia Yata... a chance to escape.
Even though my magic power is weak...
But such a close-range explosion would also cause considerable damage to these divinities.
She slowly closed her eyes.
As if it was on fire.
The magic power in Hathaway's body suddenly boiled over like a burning fire.
However, the next moment.
She heard that familiar voice again.
"That's enough."
Char raised his head and looked at the illusory figure on the black iron throne.
"As a human, my bloodline has never been transformed by you like the elves, and you have never left any backup plans for me."
"If I insist on resisting, then due to the compatibility issue, even with your status, it will not be easy to perfectly replace my soul and occupy my body."
"And you told me so much, explained so much."
"Nothing more than wanting to break my will and make me merge with you willingly."
"And now, you win."
He turned his head slightly and glanced at the golden elf girl behind him.
There was reluctance and a slight sense of relief in those eyes.
The next moment, those clear words appeared in Hathaway's ears.
"I will take her place..."
“Be your vessel.”
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