In an instant, the Abyss Codex erected a twisting, rotating, and ominous black summoning circle in front of the tightly closed gates of the Eternal Rest Palace!
This time, the Abyss Codex is about to open a door!
A door leading to the true abyss of demons!
The abyssal power, capable of corrupting everything, was poured directly onto the "Hall of Eternal Slumber," which symbolized the foundation of the last strong elves!
Inside the hall, the three elven elders felt an unprecedented sense of impending doom and let out a terrified scream: "No—!! Stop!!"
The dark, twisted summoning circle spun wildly before the giant gate of the Hall of Eternal Rest, and the foul abyssal aura surged out like a tangible tide, so thick it was suffocating.
At the center of the magic circle, space was forcibly torn apart, and a huge phantom composed of pure darkness and sulfurous flames was slowly gathering and descending!
That was not the complete demon god's true form, but merely a projection that transcended planes. However, the pressure it emitted far surpassed that of epics, crushing everything with the absolute status of a superior demon god.
Twisted demonic horns pierced through the phantom, and the twin pupils burning with abyssal fire resembled two shrunken hellish stars.
He coldly surveyed the ant-like beings below—the four members of the Enlightenment Society—and the three decaying auras within the hall.
"Who calls me?" A deep, chaotic voice, echoing with countless shrieks of souls, resounded directly in the depths of the consciousness of all living beings, causing the remaining buildings of the Elven Royal Court to tremble.
Farion, the "Lamplighter," stepped forward, the eye-shaped pattern on his cloak flashing slightly towards the demon projection, conveying his thoughts:
"Great Solturan, in accordance with the will of the Holy Son of the Abyss, I summon you to this world. Please help us clear away the corrupt obstacles within the palace ahead. Those three old elves who occupy the Fountain of Life, clear the path for us to retrieve our treasure!"
The demonic projection's burning pupils turned towards the tightly closed gates of the Eternal Sleep Palace. Its gaze seemed to pierce through the heavy doors and barriers, landing on the three withered, decaying elf epics inside the palace, exuding a thick aura of decay and death.
With just a glance, a clear and unmistakable look of disgust appeared in those burning pupils!
"Hmph!" Soltulan's projection let out a disgruntled snort, causing the entire space to tremble, as if even the filth of the abyss loathed the extreme decay. "Three... mummified corpses reeking of death and the musty smell of time?"
"Your soul has long since dried up like a dry well, and your flesh is more repulsive than the lowest worms in the abyss! This scum doesn't even deserve my annihilation! It's not even worthy of being a sacrifice!"
His voice was full of contempt, as if asking Him to clean up these three pieces of "rubbish" was an insult to His personhood.
The demonic projection slowly raised its giant claw, composed of dark energy and lava, with destructive energy frantically gathering within it. It clearly intended to wipe out the source of this filth along with the entire hall in one strike, so as not to pollute its "eyes."
Just moments before this earth-shattering attack was about to be unleashed!
"stop--!!!"
A shrill, piercing scream, filled with unspeakable panic and despair, suddenly erupted from the Hall of Eternal Rest!
The voice was no longer the feigned authoritative rebuke it had before, but rather filled with extreme loss of composure in the face of a real threat of death!
Boom!
The enormous door of the Hall of Eternal Rest, which had been tightly closed for countless years, was suddenly pushed open from the inside by a tremendous force amidst a screeching sound!
Beyond the crevice, instead of the refreshing scent of natural magic as one might imagine, a more intense stench of decay and corruption assaults the senses.
Immediately afterwards, three figures, emaciated and extremely withered, dressed in tattered ancient elven robes, practically tumbled and crawled out from the crack in the door!
They were none other than the three legendary, epic elders of the Elven race!
At this moment, where is even a trace of the demeanor of an epic powerhouse?
His aged, decaying face was filled with extreme fear, and his cloudy old eyes were filled with boundless horror at the giant claw projected by the demon god.
Their aura fluctuated violently and decayed even faster, as if they might disintegrate at any moment.
Although they are of epic level, if they were to unleash their full magical power now, death would be the only thing that awaits them!
They don't want to die!
The elder at the head, with only a few sparse white hairs and skin like dried tree bark, used all his strength, his voice hoarse and trembling, to shout at the four members of the Enlightenment Society, and even at the projection of the demon god:
"Stop! Great being, please stop! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"
"What...what do you want?! Just tell me!!"
"If you don't tell us, how are we supposed to know to hand that thing over to you?!"
The last sentence was almost shouted out in a sob, filled with absurd grievances and a panicked urge to sever ties.
The meaning couldn't be clearer.
As long as you clearly state what you need, we'll give it to you right away!
Don't do it! Absolutely do not do it!
This dramatic scene plunged the entire battlefield into a deathly silence.
In the distance, Elf Queen Eliria Eldrinval, who had just stealthily crept to the edge of the Temple of Eternal Sleep and witnessed everything, suddenly swayed, her face turning deathly pale, and her staff clattered to the ground on the cracked tiles.
Her red lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't make a sound.
Those eyes, which once held the hopes and power of the Elven race, are now filled with nothing but emptiness and bewilderment.
This is utter despair at the abandonment of the last shred of dignity and bottom line of the Elven race.
She bet that those three old geezers would intervene because their lair was under attack.
But to everyone's surprise, when faced with a real catastrophe, they didn't even have the slightest will to resist, and even... betrayed us!
In order to survive, they were prepared to offer up the sacred artifact of the elves without hesitation!
“Elders…” A young elven guard murmured absently, looking at the three figures prostrate before the hall, begging for mercy, his longbow hanging limply in his hand.
“No…this isn’t real…” Another elderly elven priest clutched his chest, as if he could not bear this blow, which was even more terrible than the breaching of the royal court. The pillar of his faith collapsed.
“How could they… how could they…” Some elves who still held a last shred of awe for the Epic Elder, and even harbored secret resentment towards the Queen, now felt a chill run from their feet to the top of their heads.
They felt more fear and disgust than the invasion by the Enlightenment Society.
Should we support such a existence?
This is the greatest disgrace of my life!
Meanwhile, the four members of the Enlightenment Society...
From the shadows beneath the hood of "The Lost One" Serantia, a mocking laugh rang out, as if to say, "Just as I thought."
The "Dream Weaver" Campbell's mental fluctuations were cold and pleasure-seeking, as if he were watching a wonderful drama: "Heh...look, this is the 'foundation' that's rotten to the core. It saved us a lot of effort, didn't it?"
The eye pattern on the Lamplighter Farren's cloak swept indifferently over the three trembling, old elves, as if they were three piles of rubbish.
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