The elven supernatural did not die immediately after his body was sliced in half, but the exuberant life force made him feel even more pain. He had never seen or even heard of this kind of magic before. Then, he watched in astonishment as his beloved sword was sliced in half, followed by himself. There was no intense confrontation. Everything was completely different from what he had imagined.
When his upper body fell into the dust, his line of sight happened to be on the battlefield where the three elders were attacking Lich. It was the same whip of light, but its appearance was different from the ones used by human mages. The whip of light in Lich's hand was as black as ink. Just looking at it was enough to send chills down one's spine.
Fen's God Slaying Whip did not have the ability to cut through space like Lin's God Slaying Whip. This Lich had savagely integrated all the elemental attacks, soul damage, curses, and magic with negative effects into this whip of light. Even the Druid Elder, who had tempered his will for a long time, howled in pain as the whip landed on his body.
Soft whips were nimble and had the advantage over long distances. And the magic whip was even more flexible under the control of Fen's powerful mental power. Even though the elders saw Luo Nan's tragic situation and tried to dodge the attacks of the whip, they were unable to do so.
Poison, fatigue, blindness, confusion, slowness, stiffness, and all kinds of negative effects stacked on top of each other. They didn't even have time to feel regret before they gradually lost control of their bodies.
To them, the greatest damage was not from the attacks of the whip. Instead, it was from the various magic powers that entered their bodies. Some of them grew and some of them clashed with each other. The chaotic and disorderly interaction disintegrated every corner of their bodies until everything turned to dust.
Not many people were paying attention to this battlefield. There were only a few people. But those who were watching could only watch as the three druid elders lost their colors under the whip. Their skin cracked, and in the end, they knelt on the ground like sand sculptures, never to make a sound again. Another whip came down, and the kneeling druid elder was smashed into pieces of sand, never to return to his original shape.
Lich showed a slightly disappointed expression after destroying one elf. But she did not continue to destroy the other two. Instead, she dispersed the whip of light in her hand. The first thing he saw when he turned around was the Archmage, who had his forehead resting on his cane and was gasping for air. Fen returned to her amused smile and said, "How many lashes did you get? One whip? Two lashes? How could he collapse just like that? This won't do. I originally wanted to praise you, but when I saw your face, I couldn't bring myself to praise you. A man with premature ejaculation. "
"Poof! I'm early! " After being insulted, a certain someone jumped up on the spot and retorted rudely, "He's not a woman. He doesn't need foreplay and tenderness. I'm putting my life on the line, gambling on life and death. Of course, I would open the door and attack him. If I didn't succeed in one move and I didn't want to die, then I would run for my life. Do you think that I have the ability to fight against a superhuman for three hundred rounds? "
Fen tilted his head and pondered for a moment before saying, "Hmm, you're right. But why don't you practice more? Your two students are more hardworking than you in their daily meditation classes. "
"Master Spellcasters don't compete on who has more power, or who is older or more experienced. The real competition is here, here! "A certain someone pointed at his head and said excitedly.
"Alright, alright. Why do you feel like someone stepped on your tail?"
"I want to improve. This goddamn talent is right there. If I meditate for a bit longer, I'll feel dizzy, nauseous, and have diarrhea. It's best if you can come up with some medicine that can directly increase my power by a few hundred years. "A certain someone who had calmed down a bit grumbled in dissatisfaction.
Hearing this, the Lich's eyes lit up and he began to promote again, "How about changing to a new body? A perfect body and magic talent that you can't even imagine. Just breathing can increase your power. "
Ever since a certain Lich successfully transformed herself and regained her body, she would encourage a certain someone whenever she thought about it. Lin's ears were already growing calluses from hearing this. Although there was no longer the concept of "one's body, hair, and skin" in his era, and he wasn't even sure if this body was still the same after transmigrating. However, Lin wasn't very interested in the transformation that Fen suggested. He felt that she was just looking for an experimental subject, or rather, a work of art.
After the excitement passed, Lin felt dizzy again. He looked listlessly at the battlefield where the elves were killing each other. He subconsciously wanted to leave. Fen also felt his gaze on her and asked, "Do you want to join the battle?"
"No! Please don't! " The one who rushed to say that was the elf sword dancer who stood aside and didn't say a word. Her whole body was splashed with blood. The situation had changed so quickly that she didn't expect it to happen. Especially right in front of her, who could be said to be the strongest fighters in the Elven Kingdom, who were being slaughtered like pigs and dogs without any ability to resist. She couldn't imagine how much regret it would cause if she let these two enter the battlefield.
After all, there were resurrection potions and magic in the Mystic Lands, but the prerequisite was that the corpse had to be kept intact. However, no matter if the flesh had collapsed into dust or was cut in half at the shoulder, they were definitely dead and couldn't be revived.
Li Ena didn't want to see this internal battle between the elves. She wanted to achieve her goal, but she also didn't want to suffer too many losses. Under these circumstances, the first thing she needed to do was to prevent these two mages from entering the battlefield. So she quickly thought of what to say to dissuade the two people in front of her who didn't know how to comment.
"Without Luo Nan and the three Elders, it can be said that this war is already over. All that's left is to stop everything and how to deal with the aftermath. There's no need to trouble the two of you with these matters. "
A certain someone felt a bit exhausted. He was happy that he didn't have to join this chaotic battle. Lin grabbed the two apprentices who were looking at the battlefield, eager to fight, and walked towards a seemingly safe place. Fen casually swept her gaze around. There really wasn't anyone else worthy of her taking action, so she retreated with a certain someone.
Li Ena's emotions were complicated as she looked at the backs of the four humans. However, she didn't have the time to let her imagination run wild. Her top priority was to stop the two sides fighting and stop this meaningless war.
As the news of the death of one of the commanders of the Divine Wood Guards, Ronan Peterson, and the three Druid elders spread throughout the battlefield, the intensity of the battle gradually decreased. The morale of the Divine Wood Guards, who were already at a disadvantage, was so low that some of them directly put down their weapons and stopped fighting.
Although the members of the Divine Wood Guards were bound to be the best among the elves, this didn't mean that they were a bunch of good-for-nothings who could become the personal guards of the king and the ministers. The difference in individual strength between the two sides wasn't so great that it made people despair.
In terms of the difference in numbers, almost every Divine Wood Guard had to deal with four to five elven personal guards. If the protection of the World Tree was still there, and all the Extraordinaires of the Kingdom of Paiat Haimei were guards. So even if they were at a disadvantage in numbers, it wasn't like they didn't have the strength to fight.
However, the strong people they had high hopes for had fallen one after another. They could no longer lead them to victory. And now, the protection mechanism of the World Tree was no different from nothing. No one knew the reason, but the members of the Divine Wood Guards couldn't help but guess whether it was because of the ceremony. Disappointment and guilt, as well as countless fallen comrades, made them unable to persevere any longer.
The battle was over.
But although this battle, which wasn't much different from a farce, had ended, things were far from over. After the young elven king quickly issued instructions to clean up the battlefield, he gathered a group of ministers and his most trusted elite personal guards to find a certain human magician who was hiding in a corner of the battlefield and resting safely.
When they passed by the battlefield of the top elites, the elves naturally saw the fate of the three Druid Elders, as well as the tragic situation of the Extraordinaire Ronan Peterson. Before this, they were still at a loss about the meaning of the name 'Demon King Tikal'. But with someone close to them as a comparison, they deeply understood the pressure brought about by that name.
They saw the young king walking over with a group of people in a mighty manner. Someone instinctively wanted to turn around and run away. Was he too ruthless in his killing that the king came to denounce him? But as soon as he turned his head, he was pushed back by two balls. Fen stretched out her hand to support someone's back, not intending to let him run away.
Ridan the Third, who came before them, didn't hide in the protection of his personal guards. He said with a sincere face, "Sir Tripwood, can you please take us to the place where Her Majesty Lahti is imprisoned?"
"Oh, oh, so it's about that." At this time, Lin also saw the elven sword dancer hiding in the group with a long face. Although he couldn't see any expression, the only person who could guide this king to find him was Li Ena, who was in the know. Knowing that this was an urgent matter, Lin, who had recovered some of his strength, said without any hesitation, "Alright, please follow me."
The environment on the World Tree was unfamiliar and novel to the elves outside of the Divine Wood Guards, but now they didn't have the time to stop and enjoy it. No one knew what kind of damage the magic circle used to slay gods would cause to the consciousness of the World Tree. But it wouldn't be a bad thing to rescue the kitten as soon as possible.
Soon, under Lin's lead, the group passed through the internal passage of the World Tree and came to the door where the magic circle used to slay gods was set up. But even with an old horse who knew the way to lead the way, this part of the journey wasn't so easy. The reason was that they were bound to pass through magic traps and force field barriers.
But the young elven king didn't bring so many people up for nothing. Under Lin's reminder, a few of them removed the traps and force fields.
Finally, they came to the door of the room. Even though the gathering arrows whizzed past, there were still two members of the Divine Wood Guards left here to guard. They had no idea what the battle situation outside was like. They just said stiffly, "Those who are not related, please leave quickly."
The anxious king didn't want to explain nonsense at all. With one instruction, a large number of personal guards immediately rushed forward and captured what should be the last two Divine Wood Guards who were stubbornly resisting.
The door of the room with the magic circle used to slay gods was right in front of them. With a feeling of uneasiness, under the young king's instructions, the magic circle and lock on the door were all destroyed, and the door opened.
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