The elves witnessed firsthand the elders' groveling and shameless behavior under the demon's projection, abandoning their dignity for a mere survival, and also saw the queen's final struggle in dire straits.
At this moment, instead of reflecting on their actions, these three "experts" are trying to distort the truth and launch a final, frantic counterattack using their power!
This blatant betrayal and shamelessness completely shattered the last shred of respect the elves held for their elders.
"stop!"
A clear and resolute shout rang out.
Thranduil Eldrinval, one of the Ten Guardians of the Elven Court.
The ninth-tier peak guard, who had once pursued the "rebel heretic" Anna under strict orders from the royal court, suddenly stepped forward and stood between the queen and the private army.
Although she has not yet advanced to the legendary level, as one of the ten guardians of the Elf Royal Court, her actions already represent the will of many elves.
She drew her emerald longbow to its fullest extent, and the arrows, shimmering with natural magic, were aimed directly at the surging private army of elders!
Her eyes were sharp as knives, and her voice echoed across the square, filled with long-suppressed anger and a resolute declaration:
“Three elders! Thranduil cannot obey your orders! The royal court and the sacred relics are protected by Her Majesty the Queen and her comrades who have risked their lives for her cause!”
"And it is you who led the abyss into the holy land, offered up the sacred object to survive, and now you want to slander the meritorious officials and try to depose the queen!"
She looked around at the fellow guards whose eyes had shifted from numbness to acceptance, and her voice grew even louder:
"Look at this devastation! Look at the brave warriors who shed their blood to protect their homeland!"
"And look at what these three so-called epic elders did in the face of a real crisis? They are not worthy to represent the glory of the elves!"
"You have no right to decide the deposition of the Queen! Royal Guards! Your blades should be aimed at the real enemy, not at protecting our Queen and our allies!"
Thranduil's words were like a spark that ignited dry tinder.
More elven guards gripped their weapons, moving silently but resolutely, subtly forming a standoff with the elder's private army.
The fear in the elves' eyes was replaced by a humiliated anger and an awakened will.
The air was thick with tension. The elders were filled with shock and anger. They had never imagined that the authority upon which they depended for their survival would collapse so openly and completely at this moment.
"Rebellion! They've all rebelled!" The white-haired elder trembled with rage, his withered fingers pointing at Thranduil and the silent, defiant elves. "You traitors! Private armies! Get them..."
"call out--!"
His frantic roar was abruptly interrupted by a piercing shriek that was sharp enough to tear the soul apart!
An arrow, condensed to its fullest extent and wreathed in deep shadows and ripples of natural magic, shot out from the end of the war-torn, thousand-meter-long tree-lined avenue outside the Hall of Eternal Rest, as if teleported!
The shadow arrow tip, imbued with icy killing intent and boundless resentment, carried a resolute determination that seemed to pierce through time. Before anyone could react, it had already locked onto the white-haired elder who was leading the group, just half a foot away from his brow!
The moment the arrow hovered, the shadow power contained within it vibrated violently, swallowing and distorting the surrounding light, forming a miniature void black hole that firmly pinned the target down.
The chilling killing intent was like a tangible needle, piercing the white-haired elder's wrinkled brow and causing a tiny bead of blood to seep out instantly.
Time seemed to freeze in front of the Hall of Eternal Rest.
Queen Ariria trembled violently, turning sharply to the direction from which the arrow had come. She cried out softly, her voice trembling with disbelief and deep-seated pain, "Anna... my daughter..."
A kilometer away, in the shadow of a charred ancient tree, Anna Eldrinwal slowly lowered the longbow that gleamed with a dark light.
Beneath the hood, those shadowy eyes that had once been forced to flee their homeland and suffered the torment of betrayal and pursuit were now slowly rotating, piercing through space, and fixedly nailing to those three decaying figures she hated to the core.
The arrow of revenge has already been released!
The corrupt, old authority of the Elven court teetered on the brink of collapse under the sharpness of this shadow arrow!
This is the first arrow ever shot from an elf at an epic elder!
The shadow arrow hovered between the white-haired elder's brows, the vortex of void trembling at the arrowhead tearing at his wrinkles and causing tiny beads of blood to seep out.
The air seemed to freeze, and all the elves' gazes darted between Anna and the elder.
"evil creature--!!"
The white-haired elder's withered claws swelled, and emerald runes instantly enveloped the arrows. The decaying natural magic and shadow energy violently annihilated each other, emitting a piercing corrosive sound.
The arrow shattered, but the fragments, like maggots clinging to bones, scorched black marks on the back of his hand.
His cloudy old eyes locked onto the figure beneath the scorched tree a kilometer away, his withered face contorted with rage: "You Shadow bastard who betrayed your bloodline! How dare you wield your blade against an epic?! You will be reduced to ashes by this old man!"
The withered claw reached out towards Anna from a distance, causing the space to collapse instantly, and a giant, decaying energy hand, as large as a tree, suddenly took shape!
"Old man, do you think we're dead?!"
Enzo roared, and his rune-forged hammer, wrapped in boiling dark lava, slammed into the side of the giant energy hand first!
Boom!
Dark lava collided with decaying energy, sending shockwaves flying and scattering rocks.
The giant hand paused slightly.
Even though it's an epic-level weapon, with the support of a mythical-level rune-forged hammer, Enzo can still fight head-on!
"Your opponent is here!" Monica emerged from the shadows behind the elder like a ghost, her wrist hooking like a venomous snake as she thrust towards his back!
Another elder shouted, and withered vines burst forth from the ground, barely managing to entangle the dagger.
A three-way power struggle, a stalemate!
"Enough!" Ai Lianqing shouted, her voice as sharp as an ice blade cutting through the chaos.
Star Moon Black Gold floated in front of him, his hands dancing rapidly, countless starlight threads piercing into the void, precisely outlining the scene.
"Using star trails as a guide, the gates of the abyss open!"
Buzz—!
A spatial rift with viscous demonic energy flowing along its edges suddenly tore open on the ruins of the Eternal Sleep Palace!
A gale of sulfur and blood swept out, revealing a passage leading to the abyss!
Mark stepped to the rift, and a surge of multicolored black light poured into his palm.
“Three elders,” he sneered, his eyes swirling with a chaotic light that seemed to devour everything, “you were so afraid of the four legends of the Enlightenment Society that you knelt down and begged for mercy, but now that it’s our turn, the five of us… you’ve become tough? Do you think we’re easy to talk to?”
The black light plunged into the depths of the crevice, like cold water poured into boiling oil, and a violent roar and a terrifying pressure surged out like a tsunami!
Dozens of terrifying demonic wills greedily probed the edge of the rift, and the auras of ice crystals, poisonous vines, and giant octopuses were clearly discernible!
Little M bounced excitedly on Mark's shoulder, shouting, "Mmm! Mmmm!"
The pink dumpling faced the crack, as if it could smell those familiar demons hunting again, and maybe it would be time for another meal today.
The three elders' faces turned deathly pale.
The humiliating memory of kneeling and offering treasures before the Abyss Scripture pierced his mind like a poisonous needle.
The elder's withered claws hovered in mid-air, his killing move aimed at Anna frozen in place, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
They are not afraid of humans, no matter how strange these younger ones are, they are still legends.
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