The dusk at the giant tree hill dyes the canopy honey.

The dusk woven golden red brocade on the giant tree, and the glowing light flowed along the tips of Alsana's hair, leaving a dull shadow on her sacrificial robe. She turned the elf's holy sword, and her snow-white fingertips reflected the fire gems on the sword. The sword tip lit up a glimmer of light, and she pointed it at the door of the ancient tree.

"The portal will close before the moon rises, Mr. Ed," said the Elf Princess, "I have not yet received real approval from the White Tree, and the passage will not last too long, but I will try to maintain it."

Not far away, Ferger watched Zuliana throw down his weapon, then handed over the communication crystal. He took the crystal and sealed it in a sheepskin pocket.

Fang Zhuge nodded slightly.

Alindor unfolded the scroll handed over by Lilysel, and the emerald deer head of the Lord of the Sun Shadow Land reflected a glimmer of light on the sword: "If the people of the guild find the destruction lady's divine fire first..."

"That's not the purpose of the guild," Fang Zhu turned the brass compass on the gloves, and the gears were coupled to the nearby Ethernet veins. "Linnorel Council was still dreaming of controlling the disaster, immersed in old fantasies until they found that the plan was completely beyond their control. In a panic, they would definitely make a wrong judgment-"

"Are you so sure?"

"Because Artumas did not tell them all the facts, the saints of the darkness often only tell them part of the truth when they promise to mortals. Their real purpose is to let the "Star of Disaster" flow into the sky and to make the final moment come early."

He raised his head, his eyes seemingly certain, as if he was staring at the sunset in the forest countless times, but he captured the only certain moment. "There must be the minions of Atumas in the Guild Alliance, but it will not be all, and the Dark Saints will not easily promise people eternal life."

"When the purposes of the two conflict and most people realize the true purpose of the Dark Holy Ones, guess what will they do?"

"Will they try their best to regain control of the gray branch?" Alindor put down the scroll in his hand, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Alindor," Fang Zhu nodded, "but Artumas would not let them do that. It was the servants who were placed in the top ranks of the Linoriel Parliament for this moment that they would definitely cut off the control of the Parliament on the Gray Branch."

Through the investigation reports brought by Lilysel from the Disaster Investigation Department and Alwood, they have fully learned about the sacrifice ceremony of Linnorel's Parliament.

Their control over the gray branch essentially comes from the control of the sacrificial ritual and the soul of the innocent unicorn girl bound in the ritual.

Once they lose control of the ritual, the soul of the unicorn girl will usher in a brief freedom.

And that is their chance.

"But Ed, have you forgotten one thing, that the projection of the sacred object that the parliament recovered from the empire has not come in handy yet, what is it for?"

Fang Yu smiled. He had roughly guessed that fate covered the most important branches on the white tree, making him unable to speak.

To allow the seed of divine nature to give birth to a deity from the law, specific conditions need to be met. They know that the saints of darkness are naturally clear.

"Don't worry, Mr. Elendor, I think I've found that opportunity, and this time we've actually walked ahead of them."

Twilight flowed in the emeraldol pupils of Elindol. His eyes were like a gem found in the dust, repeatedly depicting the young man in front of him. In this short day, the surprise brought to him by the other party even exceeded the sum of what he had felt in his long life.

If it were someone else, the Lord of the Sun Shadow would not have believed this simple promise so easily, but what they had experienced before was extremely convincing...

He, Zuliana, and Narotao's other dragon knight, lost one by one to the other, sometimes it was strength and sometimes it was wisdom. It was easy to make a correct judgment by one person, but it was difficult to bet right every time.

However, this young man only resolved it one by one with simple, precise and even straightforward means. It seemed that many dragon knights, Linnoril Council, and Guild Alliance were not a big deal in his eyes.

He pondered the deep meaning contained in the other party's calm gaze, and always felt that there was indescribable wisdom hidden in it.

The outside world calls this young man the Dragon Alchemist, but his description is still underestimated.

Alindor looked at Alsana beside him.

He always felt that this little princess was too naive, but the eldest princess was completely suitable. The two were the same type of people, and their combination would definitely bring a different future to the autumn forest.

But can the vows between mortals and elves be eternal?

Miss Nightingale was not sure that the serious-looking elf lord was making up for her leader. She looked at Zuliana beside Ferger from a distance:

"She's so obedient?"

"She stopped at this point and could also be said to be following the club's orders. But if she wanted to move forward, it was her own will."

"Do you believe it?"

Silvede smiled and shook his head, "The key is not whether I believe it or not, but whether Ms. Ming believes it or not. She should trust her friends very much."

"Friends turn against each other and become enemies, which is very common in big clubs. Ms. Ming may be sad, but she should be able to accept this soon."

Alisa remembered the days when she and her sister were listening to the rain.

"After all, we are connected by interests as a link. It is normal to secretly shoot poison arrows because of interests. However, since we were in the youth training camp, everyone has understood this."

"That's over."

"Yes, the leader is a fool, that's different. You have to take care of him, Silmide, don't let him ask someone to sell him."

The shipmaster could not help laughing and covered his mouth with his hands.

But that was just a small episode.

As Arthana began to preside over the ceremony, the atmosphere in the forest gradually became solemn.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! After the clock rotated twelve scales, the light of the holy sword in the hand of the elf princess suddenly became bright, and runes on the gate of the ancient tree began to wake up one by one.

The bronze luster swam between Alsana's silver hair - the dusk has not yet dissipated, and all the shadows in the forest are gnawing on the last time.

The sunset split the thorn bushes, and the elf princess' silver eyes were soaked in cold light. The gray soil was boiling under her feet, and the sharp thorns tear the cloak covered with star patterns, and the gray branches climbed up. The girl opened her mouth and a series of ancient tones surged out of her throat.

The old saying pierces the night, and each syllable is like a broken bone cut out from flesh and blood.

Alisa frowned and looked in that direction.

"Don't worry...," Alsana's voice was like a weak nightingale. "The holy unicorn did not hang his holy blood to me, and did not receive the necessary recognition of the White Tree. This is a necessary means."

And let her say.

The gray vines were withering in response to the sound, revealing the crystal core of the white tree. The roots trembled and fell to the ground, turning into a piece of ashes.

Unicorn-shaped spots flowed over the root branches, weaving a pattern of stars and moons intertwined. At that moment, a magic vortex appeared on the open door.

The Elf Princess turned around and looked at everyone with a firm look, "I won't support it for long, Mr. Ed, please don't let it down."

Fang Zhu nodded. He had already checked the plan with Miya and Silweid, and now he reached out and put it on Miya's hand of the witch of the sea.

And the other hand held his own shipmaster.

The three of them looked at each other, took a step forward together, turning into a stream of light in the twilight, and swept into the vortex of magic.

The three people were suddenly lost in the square of the forbidden area. Lilysel couldn't help but take a step forward as he looked at the scene, but Elindor stopped her:

"Don't worry, Master Ailin has left a complete way of dealing with that ceremony, believe them."

Lilysel looked at the Lord of the Sun Shadow Land and nodded slightly.

A world is ushering in sunrise, and a world is sinking into darkness. For many creatures in this world, they are either sinking into their sleep or waking up from their dreams.

Some people also pushed open the door and welcomed a day of running around; and the hasty messenger was conveying the news of the disaster from one place to another.

Women waited for their men to triumph from the front to bring news of the passing of the disaster; the MPs came out of the hall and looked back at the last sunset of the day, sinking under the clouds of the port.

But few people know that some are embarking on a journey for the fate of this world.

In the darkness, two wooden doors wrapped in copper-skinned skins were open, and the accompaniments in the sacrificial robe were lined up in the hall, representing the fire of golden flames burning in the iron basin, casting strange shadows on the branches of the white tree.

The man who pushed open the door looked up at one of the three planted branches, one in the Holy Woods, one in Ninimel, and the remaining one here.

"Sir Speaker," the officials in the lower head looked at the visitor, "the alliance has agreed to launch the final plan."

"That woman Selina hasn't come back yet," the Speaker's voice was as cold as ice, "Is the sacred object ready?"

"The white tree learned to bring it back from Oshu, and that holy object stayed in Ravenell," replied the officials, "but Aimeya appointed that the young man should guard it, the young man..."

"Don't worry about him."

The Speaker shook his head and walked to the brazier. His gray fingertips scraped a layer of dust off. He gently dusted the dust, "When the time comes, they will activate the holy object."

“What really matters is the medium.”

He walked past the crowd, dragging his robe over the deep obsidian until he stopped in front of a woman.

The female bishop knelt in the middle of the altar, with each light golden hair connected with bloody threads, and the other end was buried in the pattern of the wall.

The elf's pointed ears were cut off half of them, and brown blood scabs were condensed at the fracture, but the fatal imprisonment was the thorny iron ring in the neck. Whenever breathing touched the throat, the barbs would carve new blood marks on the collarbone.

Twelve chains of spells were hanged down from the dome, and the end passed through the blood-stained holy robe. The black water seeped out from the gap in the floor tiles filled her ankles, and the water reflected the timing hourglass between her wrists - glassware polished by Atumas with green pieces.

She knew that when the crescent moon climbed up the palm-sized transverse window above her head, her heart and blood would become a channel connecting the demon.

"Seventeen years ago, on the night of the Gemini New Moon, Silver Wind Harbor gave birth to a twin soul fetus," the speaker said, "Ms. Selina, you are two completely different types of people from your twin sister. If you are the same as her, you may not have to suffer so much."

The female director's lips moved, and the Speaker could barely hear her weak voice. She did not have such a sister, but a demon who returned from the abyss.

The minions of the saints.

The Speaker smiled coldly, pulled her hair up and asked the female bishop to look up at him.

The woman's right eye suddenly turned molten gold, and the soul-eroding seal on her collarbone began to burn, and then a completely different expression appeared on her face. Unlike the pain on her left, she was showing a strange smile on her right face.

Selina smiled charmingly, "You are torturing my sister again, sir."

"I thought you were dead," the Speaker did not accept the woman's affection. Of course he knew that this was just the appearance of the other party, and there was only a shadow of gloom under her flesh and blood. "Your plan is to make an ugly appearance in front of the whole world?"

"At least I prove that those three women have a backhand, ah, the lady of the balance is indeed not so peaceful," said Selina. "That little guy will reveal the last picture of the branch of fate for us. The last move Elaine left is really tricky-"

"It may also be a knife to cut our throats," said the Speaker coldly. "You'd better be serious. He has ruined every plan of ours and forced us to this point. Everything we are doing is not the plan, but the forced."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But the result will not change. Ah, sir, I warned you that from the moment the situation changes, you can attack the Elf Court and the Holy Woods, but you are insatiable and want more."

"We just want to gain control of the giant tree hills rightfully," the speaker said angrily, and then explained: "This is also good for the implementation of your plans in the future. The saints of Olin are extremely hypocritical, but for so many years you still dare to fight in places where you are invisible, because you are unwilling to do some superficial skills like them-"

"But you saw it too," Selina smiled, "Be careful, they are not chess pieces at the mercy of mortals. Just launching a small agent can make all your efforts go to waste - and I am not watching all this happening coldly, but you still don't trust us enough."
To be continued...