Chapter 178: First Meeting, the Beautiful Golden Elf Lady (Second Update 5k)

Hathaway walked in the lightless city, her broad white robe fluttering in the wind, and beside her were ancient buildings made of huge stones.

There is no sun here, and there is no light from the stars or the silver moon.

Only a few luminous ores were embedded in ancient stone pillars, becoming the only source of light in this world.

"This is...Elder Hathaway?"

"Senior Hathaway...is he the legendary ninth elder who rarely attends the high tower council meeting? He actually left seclusion?"

"I had only heard of her name in legends before, but I didn't expect that today I would be able to see the true face of the character in the history books."

"I heard from the elders of the forest elves that she has been addicted to exploring the taboo outside world, and sooner or later she will bring bad luck to the royal court..."

"I have also heard similar rumors from my elders... Obviously no one cares about those things at all, but our life now is rich enough."

"Hush, be careful - don't you know the elder's perception?"

As she appeared, whispers from bystanders came from around her.

Hathaway looked up and saw that the hall leading to the Elf Tower was full of elves watching.

Except in early childhood, elves cannot accurately judge their age by their appearance - the posture of their ears is a more accurate way to judge their age.

Compared with Hathaway's lop ears, the onlookers' ears are pointed and slender, which shows that most of them are no more than 50 or 60 years old.

"Has the curse of the elven bloodline deepened again..."

Hathaway spoke a silent whisper in her heart.

The age of fifty or sixty years old is certainly considered an advanced age for other ordinary races, and it can even be said that they have entered their old age.

But compared to the high elves before the cataclysm, they can only be regarded as children at best, and they are still far from adulthood.

Not to mention entering the Elf Tower and participating in the actual government affairs and work of the royal court.

However, after the Cataclysm, the pollution of the Fallen Sun not only destroyed the royal court of ancient dragons and giants, but also directly affected the bloodline of the high elves themselves.

With each iteration, the pure blood of the elf also continued to become filthy.

In the endless stream of disasters and pollution, there are very few high elves left like Hathaway, who was born before and after the Cataclysm and whose lifespan can last for thousands of years even without practicing...

The life span of most newborns of the elves is only one or two hundred years.

Maybe in a few hundred years, thousands of years... the lifespan of the elves on the Lost Island will be assimilated to the point where they are similar to the race named human beings in the ancient books.

Hathaway walked through the hall and walked toward the depths of the tower on the long gray-white steps.

She didn't pay attention to the discussions of those tribesmen. Even with Hathaway's perception, those discussions had already fallen into her ears word for word.

After all, after the catastrophe, these people were already many generations later.

Forgot the fear and lost the spirit of progress.

Forgot something.

There is nothing surprising about this——

Snap.

Snap.

Hathaway walked up the pale steps step by step, and the complicated noise in the hall on the ground floor of the tower gradually faded and eventually disappeared.

Her footsteps stopped at a certain level of the tower.

This is an ancient huge door, as tall as ten people, wide and majestic.

On both sides of the door were two faint blue torches, which suddenly lit up with Hathaway's arrival, illuminating the dim world.

The golden elf stood in front of the huge door, stretched out his slender fingers from under the sleeves of his white robe, and touched the ancient door.

"I, Hathaway Zerkin."

"As an elder of the Golden Elf Tribe and the ninth seat of the High Tower Council, I apply to open the Royal Library of the Elf Tower."

"Opening time: fifty years."

"Reason for application——"

"Use ancient knowledge to explore the depths of the star realm and discover new sourceless power beyond the cursed elven bloodline."

"And use this as a foundation to find the way forward for the Lost Island."

"And...the future of the elves."

Accompanied by the words of the golden elf.

The ancient door rang loudly, and the ancient mystery rippled along with the waves of the subspace.

This high tower was once the center of the Elven Royal Court. Even though it has experienced disasters and long years, it still retains its extraordinary and mysterious characteristics.

The Royal Library is one of the foundations of the Elf Tower.

Because of the actions of the fallen Elf King, the High Elves are different from ancient dragons and giants. They are the best-preserved race among the three royal courts and still retain a relatively complete inheritance.

The Royal Library is an independent subspace, which contains a lot of ancient knowledge and classics that were not lost or damaged in the cataclysm.

According to the laws of the elves, only the elders of the high tower council are qualified to open it.

However--

After a few breaths.

The ancient door was not open.

Instead, there was crimson blood.

Hathaway's request to open the library was denied.

"I'm sorry, Hathaway-senpai."

"Because you have been wandering in the subspace and dimensions attached to the Lost Island for a long time, we have never had the opportunity to inform you."

"After a unanimous vote by the remaining eight seats of the Tower Council——"

"I will temporarily exempt you from some of your powers as an elder of the Council. The power to open the Royal Court Library is among the powers exempted."

A voice came from the darkness.

It was a moon elf with long light blue hair, wearing a white robe similar to Hathaway's.

"El Shuangge..."

"Why did the Council do this?"

Hathaway looked at the moon elf in front of her and spoke softly.

"No, I'm not called that."

"And I'm not married yet, how could I have an ice elf surname?"

"If I remember correctly, El Shuangge seems to be the name of my great-grandmother or great-great-grandmother? I can't remember it clearly."

"But it doesn't matter, it's all old news anyway."

The female moon elf played with her long hair and smiled.

"As for the reason you want, Senior Hathaway-"

"Of course it's too dangerous to explore the astral world. There is no "curtain" protection there...If you are not careful, you will fall into depravity and madness as recorded in ancient books. "

"It's okay for you to go crazy by yourself, but it's too annoying for us to spend time dealing with you after you go crazy."

Hathaway's eyes were slightly stunned for a moment, and then she calmed down again.

She said softly: "Obviously your ancestor-"

"The former second elder of the Council, El Shuangsong, spent her entire life exploring ways to fight the curse and leave the Lost Island..."

"She once told me that the future of the high elves should never be trapped on this island without light."

"Instead, it should be bathed in the real sunshine."

"When the Council was first established, its purpose was to coordinate forces and let the elves find the way to the future..."

The words of the golden elf were interrupted before they could finish.

"It was you old antiques who were messing around at the beginning. You spent hundreds of years and a lot of resources, but in the end you got nothing. You often lost control and killed countless people."

"You talk about the future of the elves all day long. ”

“The royal court is all old news from many years ago. Who cares about those old clichés?”

“Why should your inexplicable obsession ruin our comfortable life now?”

“Besides, don’t you think it’s ridiculous to think of creating a new power system to fight against the curse of the Creator’s fall? That’s the power of God!”

…

Don’t open up a new path for yourself.

Instead, put all your expectations, all your hopes…on the continuation of the “curtain”.

Is this right?

Is the curtain created by the Elf King eternal?

Before she could say this, Hathaway saw that the moon elf in front of her had already disappeared outside the torch, in the endless darkness and shadows.

Soon, the dark blue torch also went out, leaving only the empty and silent tower.

She turned slightly and looked at the door of the library behind her, which had stopped vibrating and was sealed again.

The dust that had been deposited for a long time fell down and covered the ground.

This great library, which contains the heritage of an entire race of civilization, has not been opened for hundreds of years.

Obviously, even if it has the authority to open it, in the eyes of the current Elf Council, the knowledge contained in this library is worthless.

And many years ago, the door of this great library was open all night.

The elders used the library to replace the gorgeous council, in which they discussed how to solve pollution, restore the bright future, and the future of the elves.

Hathaway was silent for a long time.

Thousands of thoughts finally turned into a soft sigh.

Forget it--

She came to the King's Court Library this time to find a way to locate coordinates in the dimensional void in the knowledge passed down by her predecessors.

Of course, without a method of positioning, what she was going to do would not change at all.

It's just that the risk is higher.

Her figure disappeared in the tower and entered the ceremony venue that had been prepared long ago.

Beside him were thick books densely filled with experimental data.

There were also complex holy relics, ritual materials and auxiliary props... all of which were available.

Each of these material information contained hundreds or thousands of attempts by an elven elder.

Tried again and again, each experiment failed, and the void rift was mistakenly opened without protective measures, which represented the out-of-control madness of a high elf, or was directly cut and swallowed by the space rift.

Countless failures have led to the current level of research.

However, the descendants of those pioneers personally denied the efforts of their ancestors.

...

Without much thought.

Hathaway just followed the steps and completed all the preparations according to the experience gained with countless blood and lives.

Then, in an instant.

Surrounded by extraordinary materials.

In the center of the ritual altar, a dark crack quietly opened.

It was not a flashing, extremely unstable spatial turbulence that could cut and devour anyone who approached at any time.

Instead, it was close to a stable form, large enough to accommodate one person.

Of course, rashly entering the dimensional void without a way to locate it means that you may be lost in it forever and never be able to return.

It's just that at this moment, Hathaway has no possibility of turning back.

She took a step forward and disappeared into the diffuse cracks.

…

There was total darkness in the void.

No reference, no direction.

Losing the coordinate positioning is equivalent to losing everything.

It was cold and dark.

From time to time, the turbulent flow of space turned into sharp blades, cutting Hathaway's flesh and blood.

Cut bloody holes into the pure white robe.

Some are extremely subtle, with only weak blood streaks, while others are deeply visible with bones, and the hideous wounds are covered in blood and flesh.

But Hathaway did not resist.

Her status has reached the level of legend, and she is also at the highest level among the nine-person council.

As a genuine legendary high elf.

The word "gold elf" itself represents a high degree of natural affinity for the gold element.

Chanting the ancient Elf language also represents authority and speech. With her legendary status, as long as she speaks, it will not be a problem to resist some spatial turbulence.

But Hathaway didn't do that.

Because the bloodline of high elves itself is the object of curse and pollution.

After the cataclysm, once they escape the protection of the "curtain", as long as the elves activate the power of their bloodline, they will cause pollution and corruption.

And she, and everything those forerunners have worked so hard to do——

The purpose is to eliminate the bloodline of elves, find a new power system, and open up a way forward.

It allows the elves to walk in the world and live under the sun without relying on the power of blood and racial talents.

Once the authority of blood is used.

Then everything she insisted on and pursued would lose its meaning...

I don’t know how long this wandering lasted.

Until the wounds were densely covered all over the body, the wounds had dyed the original white robe bright red, and the excessive blood loss made the golden elf's consciousness blurred.

She finally felt it.

In that endless void, there is almost endless, rootless and vast energy.

"It does not come from the Creator, nor from the Sun God, nor is it a gift from any god."

"Rather, it is energy that is completely ownerless and wanders in the star realm and dimensional void."

"As long as we use this passive energy to weave the corresponding structural model according to our understanding and cognition of the laws and regulations of the world."

"The power exerted in this way, and the upper limit it can reach, will definitely not be inferior to that of any god."

"Even the Creator who brought all the disasters is no exception."

When you truly feel the passive energy from the star realm wandering around you.

The corner of the golden elf's mouth finally showed a faint smile for the first time.

only--

That smile soon turned bitter.

Hathaway knew very well that she could not go back.

Even though I have proven that everything I and those pioneers pursue is not a fantasy, but a practical reality, it is meaningless.

There are no coordinates, no reference objects, and no anchor points to guide you.

It is no longer possible for him to return to the Lost Island.

The only ending waiting for him is to drift with the current in this cold void.

Until the lifespan is exhausted, or before that, it is swallowed up by the turbulence of space and turns into another corpse lost in the void. This is the only ending.

Hathaway closed her eyes gently.

Let the crazy spatial turbulence carry him drifting with the current in the dark void.

Although he was in the royal court, he still left complete experimental records and data——

If you can follow the records and information in it, repeat your steps exactly the same, and then have the elders of many councils enter in an orderly manner while being prepared for protection and positioning.

Then, our own elves can still discover this treasure with unlimited potential in the void.

only--

According to the current attitude of the council toward itself.

I seem to be a little wishful thinking.

This is a treasure of knowledge gained by the elders of the council through countless subspace planes, spending their youth and blood for a long time.

It is also destined to be buried in this cold void forever.

"I really……"

"Did you do something wrong?"

The soft whispers of the golden elf disappeared in the dark void, and no one could hear them.

But the next moment.

Hathaway heard someone whisper in her ear.

"This is really the first time I've seen you in such a miserable state, Shi-chan..."

"No, we are still strangers now."

"If it were me who was being accosted in such a nonsensical way, I would just think that the other person was a low-level man who was playing hooligan."

A nice low laugh sounded.

"Then let's do it again."

"First meeting, the beautiful golden elf lady."

Hathaway looked back in shock.

Not far behind her, a young man with black hair and black eyes was sitting next to the cockpit of a huge metal structure, swinging his legs and looking at her.

The young man looked at the dark and deep void around him and frowned slightly.

"It's obviously the first encounter between the hero and the heroine, but the background light is too dim."

He took out a branch from his arms and flicked his fingers lightly. The branch was cut into a slender wand shape by the silver-white blade.

"Speaking of which, this should be the first spell in the first era. The sense of ritual must be maximized."

The young man smiled and then gently waved the wand that had just been cut from the branch.

"The wizard's spell... Let me think about it, I have it."

"Fluorescent flash!"

A ten-thousandth of a second later.

The bright light that burst out from the top of the wand illuminated Hathaway's slightly widened pale golden eyes.