The sacred tree turned a deaf ear to the elves' pleas, shutting out their chaotic prayers.
Thus, the terrifying chaotic dragon in the sky began its rampage without restraint.
Where the Chaos Dragon roamed, its dark purple-white body stirred up a deathly still wind.
The elves were completely destroyed by the dark purple storm unleashed by the dragon.
Their beautiful bodies were instantly torn apart, even turning into countless fragments scattered on the water's surface.
The dead spirit did not shed a single drop of blood; it simply transformed into layers of energy that rose into the sky.
The chaotic dragon king then began to devour their energy without restraint.
Every time a dragon kills an elf, the dragon grows even larger.
The chaotic aura above the wings became even more frenzied, and the lightning flashed even more intensely.
A chaotic aura, accompanied by lightning, swept across the land.
The elves enveloped in the chaotic thunder were cut in half the moment they touched the violent wave of chaotic thunder.
Powerless to resist, the elves could only continue their endless prayers on the ground.
But the sacred tree they worshipped remained silent, ignoring their pleas.
The dragon grew increasingly terrifying, plunging the world into darkness and bringing it to the brink of destruction.
In the end, almost all the elves were slaughtered by the dragon.
The dragon disappeared into the dark sky, and the chaotic disaster gradually subsided.
The sacred tree remains asleep.
Only a handful of elves escaped this disaster.
They stared at the once proud and sacred tree before them, their eyes flashing with complex and contradictory emotions.
Resentment, anger, heartache...
That symbolizes their sanctuary.
Why didn't the sacred tree protect them? They had clearly given so much to the sacred tree.
So the few remaining elves left the sacred tree and this extremely chaotic place.
The forest, devoid of spirits, gradually withered, its greenery fading, leaving only a desolate and dim expanse of wooden shadows.
The grasslands on the plains have also begun to wither and turn yellow, making them look even more desolate and bleak.
The sun turned a deep crimson and gradually disappeared below the horizon.
This world is gradually collapsing, and everything is heading towards death, like torn pieces of paper scattering in the wind.
Only in the center of the space remained the divine tree that had not withered, standing alone in this space amidst endless loneliness, swaying gently.
Suddenly, a black raven stood alone on a swaying branch of the sacred tree.
Its unique eyes gleamed with an eerie black light.
"So that's how it is, this is returning to nature."
Nature creates nature spirits and bestows upon them a kind of affection that no one else can receive.
Because the spirits of nature are nature itself.
To anger the spirits is to anger nature itself.
Over the course of their long lives, these long-lived women create and store natural energy.
When the elves' lifespan comes to an end, their natural energy returns to nature to nourish the vast natural world.
An existence like the Elf Queen, at the moment she was chosen by nature.
The immense natural energy contained within them transforms into nutrients for the divine tree after their death, promoting its growth and providing more power for future generations of spirits.
And every Elf Queen has the surname Ad.
It's because the first elf in the world was named Yad.
Nature created the first fairy and, using her as a model, continued to refine and nurture more outstanding descendants.
The elves are messengers of nature, and those who have passed away will merge into nature, which contains the six elements.
They will become part of the soil and plants, making the world more complete.
This is the destiny of every elf.
But if the fairies disappear, the natural elements lose the bridge through which they are transmitted to the world.
Those trees and grasslands that are sustained by natural energy will wither and die.
"That's really some interesting new knowledge."
The crow perched on the branch of the sacred tree slightly opened its beak, chuckling to itself.
Then, it flapped its jet-black wings and flew down towards the base of the divine tree.
The crow's figure transformed into a jet-black streak and darted into the divine tree.
When it rose again, countless crows flocked out.
The black waves surged and thrashed, and a huge shadow blocked out the scorching sun high in the sky.
From high above, the enormous shadows cast by countless crows resembled a gigantic black raven.
They all rushed toward a branch in the dense forest, their bodies gradually merging together.
The next second, Viktor's tall figure emerged from the flock of crows, his trench coat swaying gently behind him.
Five streams of different colored magic flowed into Victor's body, and five stripes appeared on his trench coat.
The five elemental magical powers transformed into a vast ocean, gradually spreading throughout this crumbling world.
Vega, perched on Victor's shoulders, said with a grin:
"What should we do? Your employees are still sleeping."
"She doesn't seem to want to wake up."
Viktor glanced at Vega, a glint of blue in his eyes.
Looking at the divine tree standing in the center of the space.
He could sense that Kokot's consciousness was turning into nothingness.
It is gradually returning to nature.
At that moment, Viktor suddenly spoke up;
“She had asked me for help before.”
Cocotte hated that voice.
She didn't want to return to nature, didn't want to merge with nature. She was just using deep sleep to escape this voice.
No one expected that Koko, who seemed to have no worries and only liked to sleep all day,
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