Farion looked up and nodded slightly to the projection of the demon god.
The enormous demonic projection's burning pupils still held undisguised disgust, but the destructive energy gathered on its giant claws slowly dissipated.
He seemed to have completely lost interest in even dealing with these three pieces of "trash," and the enormous phantom began to become unstable, clearly not wanting to stay in this filthy place for another second.
Cambane stepped forward, past the three elven elders kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, and his voice clearly entered the hall: "The Heart of the Elf. Hand it over, now."
"Yes! Yes! Immediately! I'll hand it over right away!" The leading elder, as if granted a pardon, trembled uncontrollably as he frantically shouted into the hall, "Quick! Quickly retrieve the things from the ground! Hand them over... hand them over to the esteemed envoy!"
He no longer dared to call the members of the Enlightenment Society madmen.
Deep within the hall, faint energy fluctuations and hurried footsteps seemed to emanate.
Clearly, the elders still had trusted servants deep within the Hall of Eternal Rest, even at this moment.
Just moments later, a high-ranking elven priest, equally pale-faced and trembling, staggered out from the crack in the temple door, carrying a crystal enveloped in a vibrant green aura that radiated a rich aura of nature and life.
The crystal was entirely emerald green, with countless tiny points of light flowing inside, as if it contained a miniature, vibrant forest. It was the Elf's most precious treasure—the Elf's Heart!
Urged on by the fearful gazes of the three elders, the priest trembled as he raised the Heart of the Elf high and offered it to Cambane.
Campbell didn't even go to pick him up in person.
With a slight thought, several invisible and intangible spiritual threads precisely wrapped around the Elf's Heart, deftly detaching it from the priest's hand as if plucking a ripe fruit.
The emerald green light fell into the wide sleeves of Campbell's gray robe and vanished instantly.
That rich life force was also cut off.
"Mission accomplished," Cambane announced in a cold voice.
"Let's go." Farien said without hesitation, not even bothering to glance at the three elven elders who were slumped on the ground.
The figures of the four sages, enveloped by the last vestiges of darkness emanating from the Abyss Scripture, faded rapidly like ink dots blending into shadows, seemingly about to disappear from the spot.
"Buzz—!"
A deep, heart-pounding tremor suddenly erupted without warning!
As if an invisible giant net had suddenly tightened, the viscous dark aura collapsed and rolled back as if it had hit an iron wall!
The four gray shadows that were about to disappear suddenly stopped, as if they were forcibly "squeezed" out of the void by an invisible giant hand, and staggered back to reappear on the messy emerald floor tiles!
"Who goes there!?"
A gasp of surprise, barely concealed, erupted from beneath the hood of "The Lost One" Serantia.
He was adept at manipulating his emotions, and at this moment, the shock in his voice overpowered his usual cold whisper.
This turn of events came too suddenly and was too illogical!
"Space lockdown?! Impossible!"
The eye pattern on Farren's cloak flashed wildly, and a pale beam of light swept across the surrounding void like a searchlight.
His "Pupil of Law Breaking" could see through illusions, but at this moment he could only see a space barrier that had been forcibly solidified and was covered with fine star patterns like glass!
This is an effect that elven natural magic could never achieve!
"Besides these three half-dead old ghosts, where did the Elven Royal Court get a legendary space-type mage?!" Campion's mental fluctuations were sharp and piercing, filled with the rage of being tricked.
Their intelligence before infiltrating had been repeatedly confirmed. The current Elven race is extremely closed off, rejecting all external forces that are not part of the Elven pantheon. Even those of their own race who have awakened other divine roles are regarded as heretics and purged.
How could such a powerful and unfamiliar spatial mage be lurking here, and still manage to deceive the four of them?
The "Dream Weaver" Campion's mental threads instantly spread out, attempting to capture the spellcaster's mental fluctuations, but it was as if he had crashed into a cold sea of stars, receiving only vastness and deathly silence in return.
"We can't find the source! This magic array... was set up in advance!" His voice carried a hint of solemnity for the first time.
Just then, on the side of the Eternal Rest Palace, in the shadow of the ancient tree that had been ravaged by violent energy and was now nothing but charred stumps, the space rippled silently like water.
Four figures slowly emerged.
Ellen Ben, who was at the head of the group, hovered half a foot off the ground, with the Star Moon Black Gold hovering in front of her, emitting a stable and cold glow.
Countless fine chains of starlight extended from her hands and disappeared into the solidified void around her.
It is these chains that form the giant net that confines that space!
Her long hair moved without wind, and starlight swirled in her eyes, like a goddess who controlled the stars. There was no trace of languor on her face, only cold and decisive killing intent.
Beside her, Monica's figure almost blended into the shadows, her Eye of Judgment locked on the wide sleeves of Cambane's gray robe.
There, the newly acquired Elf Heart is hidden!
Her gaze swept over the three elven elders who stood limp as mud in front of the palace gates, now terrified by the new turn of events, and she felt only contempt and disgust.
If it weren't for them, Anna wouldn't have even considered showing herself in front of her elven kin.
Enzo's massive body was like a fortress forged from lava. He carried a runic hammer on his shoulder, its head crackling with violent dark lightning, and his lava-like beard stood on end.
He grinned, his eyes fixed intently on the largest of the group, "Lamplighter" Farian, as if selecting a fine piece of forging material.
Mark stood to the side and slightly behind Ellen, seemingly calm, but the ancient cross necklace on his chest was slightly warm, and a flash of seven-colored black light appeared in his eyes.
The Holy Knights' senses had firmly locked onto the four sages in the arena and the projection of the holy book that exuded the aura of the abyss.
Little Mu bounced restlessly on his shoulder, her pink dumpling-like body facing the four members of the Enlightenment Society, making a threatening "Mum" sound.
It was all too familiar with the aura of the demon god that had just descended.
That was the smell of food they had often encountered in that dark place a while ago!
“The scum of the Enlightenment Society,” Ellen’s voice was like a polar wind, instantly freezing the air in the room.
The black and gold radiance of the starlight intensified suddenly with her words, illuminating the entire Eternal Sleep Palace area with a chilling atmosphere. "The feast is over, it's time to clear the area! Elven Heart, and all of you... stay here!"
The Star and Moon Chains clanged as the spatial confinement tightened once more!
The battle suddenly erupted on the ruins at the heart of the Elven Royal Court!
The three elves, who were supposed to have "foundation," had now become completely ignored background figures, cowering in the shadows of the open temple doors, their eyes filled with boundless fear and bewilderment.
We were about to send these plague gods who could summon abyssal demons away, so why are there still fools trying to stop them?!
They can summon the Abyss Scripture again!
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