Chapter 191 Let Me Take Her Place (Two in One)

Within the world of fragments of the World Tree.

A faint brilliance fell on the deserted hall.

There was an icy chill in the air.

Facing Xia Ya's eyes that were filled with sadness, nostalgia, and a little bit of reluctance.

In an instant, an unprecedented ominous sign arose in Hathaway's heart.

But soon, she forced her soul to calm down.

After the previous incident in the council chamber, she was no longer the same Hathaway.

In other words, as the oldest council elder and the only pure-blooded golden elf in the Lost Island, she already has an extremely powerful mind.

If not, Hathaway wouldn't be able to survive when all her ancestors and supporters died one by one, and when the people of that tribe gradually forgot their history, and instead treated her with cold eyes and opposition——

Relying on his own strength, during the hundreds of years of darkness, he alone advanced the research on the star realm to that extent.

It's just...because of the expectations placed on her by those ancestors, and the heavy weight of the future of the elves...

It was also because the new elders of the council had similar looks to the predecessors in Hathaway's memory, and they had the same blood flowing through them, so she still had some illusions about the Elf King's Court.

She believed that...whether it was the Royal Court or herself, although there were differences and conflicts between them, they were all for the sake of the elves and the future of the Lost Island.

If it is to allow the Elf Court to survive and develop better, then Hathaway is willing to try to understand no matter what method is used, whether it is correct or not.

Even if he becomes an old and decadent representative, he needs to bear the verbal criticism of the residents of the royal court, and is placed in the whirlpool of contradictions...

Just like Char's witch hunt, she fell victim to public opinion and the old times, and she didn't care.

However, everything that happened in the previous meeting of the chamber completely killed the last trace of childish fantasy in Hathaway's heart.

That was not an attempt to find another way out for the Elven Court.

But it's just a simple betrayal.

From an upright creature, it turned back into a captive and ornamental race.

This is something Hathaway cannot tolerate.

What she couldn't tolerate even more was those people's involvement in Xia Ya.

Unknowingly, in Hathaway's heart, the human boy named Char already had the same weight as the entire Elf Royal Court.

She took a deep breath.

He hid all the fear, uneasiness, and slight cowardice deep in his heart.

Then, he raised his head.

Hathaway knew exactly what she was going to face next.

The sleeping sun god...the founder of the glorious era.

However, as the outside world can guess...even the great being sleeping in the fragments of the World Tree is really the original creator.

But after experiencing that great catastrophe, His state was bound to be one out of ten, or even one out of a hundred.

You may not be able to do something yourself.

A soft chant came out melodiously from the mouth of the golden elf.

It turned into one melodious syllable after another, causing the red-gold magic power to emerge in the void.

In the beginning, it was Char who pulled him out of the dark quagmire.

He led her to learn arcana and magic, bringing light to the Lost Island and to her.

And now, Char is sinking into the darkness of the Lost Island.

Then, it's your turn to rescue him.

With such thoughts in mind, Hathaway's sweet chanting speeded up a bit...

Every syllable involves magic power, forming an arcane model of extraordinary brilliance.

That is the incantation of "Directed Dimension Jump".

She knew very well what she was facing. No matter how bad her condition was, she was still the Creator of the glorious era and an absolutely high-ranking person.

Therefore, Hathaway never thought of killing the opponent directly from the beginning.

Instead, he took Char with him to jump out of the Lost Island and escape to the star realm.

Judging from the opponent's still sleeping state, it is obvious that he does not have the ability to cross the Lost Island and enter the star realm to pursue him.

By then, he and Xia would be completely safe.

…

However, the next moment.

On that black iron throne.

The illusory figure did not move at all, and still maintained its sleeping posture.

But then, next to the black iron throne, in the thin shadow——

But an illusory eye slowly opened, revealing an ancient color like bronze.

The moment he was stared at by those illusive brass eyes.

Hathaway noticed it, and all the blood in her body suddenly boiled.

Blood-red inscriptions seeped out of the blood one after another.

It seeped out of the blood vessels and infiltrated into every inch of the golden elf's skin and flesh.

It turned into black and red lines with a strange aura, covering every inch of her skin.

What followed was the excruciating pain that seemed to penetrate directly into the deepest part of the bone marrow.

It was a curse that burst out from the elven blood flowing in Hathaway's body and directly invaded the soul and flesh.

The "directional dimensional jump" that was only one step away from the completion of the chant was interrupted in an instant.

The spell model collapsed just before it was completed, and the mental backlash it brought caused blood to flow from the corners of her mouth, and the entire sea of ​​soul was no longer clear.

"The Lost Island... belongs to my world."

"Under the curtain of eternal night, everywhere is filled with the disordered, crazy, and violent divinity and rule fragments that I cut down."

"Don't say it's an ordinary legend-"

"Even if an ordinary demigod enters here, under the influence of that crazy divinity and authority, if he doesn't leave immediately, he will lose control in a very short time."

The sound of a bronze ancient bell echoed in the hall.

"It's better to say that you entered the Lost Island like this, but in addition to being suppressed in strength and mental power, you can still retain your complete self-will for a long time and have never fallen into madness. This is a rare exception."

"Even ordinary true gods can't do what you do."

In the faint shadow, the brass-colored illusory eyes locked on the thin figure of the human boy on the side.

Hathaway had just arrived at the scene and was fighting against the one who was hostile to him.

But this illusory eye that represented the will of the old sun god seemed to have never paid attention to the golden elf in front of him.

From beginning to end, his attention was only focused on Char.

"But, despite the fact that there is such a chaotic and disordered divinity, the elves will not be restricted on the Lost Island..."

Char smiled bitterly.

"That's right."

The illusory brass eyes closed slightly, and then opened again.

"Early on when I chose the elves as the race of the third-party royal court and also as a backup container, I spent hundreds of years transforming the blood of the entire elf race and leaving a backup."

"And as the race I created, my chess pieces... since their blood is stained with my divinity, the disordered divinity wandering on the Lost Island will naturally not affect them."

"Whether they have lived in the royal court or not, when and where they were born, or even whether they are on the Lost Island now, it doesn't matter..."

"As long as the blood of the elves flows in their bodies, even if it has been diluted to an extremely tiny trace..."

"Then I can also rely on the backup of that blood to control their life and death at will."

"This is the honor of the container and my gift."

The bronze-like voice was not very loud, illusory and ethereal.

However, it fell into Hathaway's ears.

But her spiritual ocean, which was somewhat diffused due to the backlash, fell to the freezing point again.

Compared with the coldness in the golden elf's heart at this moment, the curse that corroded the whole body and corroded the flesh and blood seemed less painful.

"So."

"We are just containers..."

The red blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, with a little bit of red gold disintegration.

It was obviously a cold word, but it revealed the cold truth.

It was far more cruel than Hathaway imagined.

She once thought that the Elf King's Court in the past, and the high elves living in it, were just pets raised in ornamental cages by the sun god.

It was not until the great catastrophe that the former creator fell, and the elves regained their freedom and truly became an independent intelligent race.

But now I think that I still think too simply.

The cage never disappeared.

It was just replaced by a transparent "small cage" from the original "big cage" with iron chains and railings.

And they were not pets.

But... as described by Char, they were just mice that were divided into control group and experimental group during the alchemical potion injection test.

No wonder no matter what kind of research the predecessors of the Council and I did under their noses, we never alarmed the owner of the World Tree Fragment.

No wonder even though the entire Council was overturned by me not long ago and made such a big commotion, the will of the old sun god on the black iron throne never looked at me straight in the eye.

How could the owner of the laboratory care about the abnormal movement of a mouse in the culture cage?

Even if this mouse was powerful and killed several other mice, becoming the strongest among mice.

A scientist appeared among the turkeys raised in the farm. He observed that the turkeys were fed with feed at five o'clock every afternoon, so the turkey scientist came to a conclusion-"Every day at five o'clock in the afternoon, there will be delicious food falling from the sky."

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, this conclusion has been verified, so the turkeys feel that the conclusion has become an eternal theorem.

But on Thanksgiving Day, the farmers who came were not holding feed buckets filled with delicious food, but kitchen knives that were sharpened to a cold shine.

The entire elves were created by the old sun god.

As long as she still had the blood of the elves flowing in her veins, even if Hathaway fled to the ends of the earth, the old sun god only needed a tiny thought to trigger the power and make her die without a burial place.

"How sad..."

Red tears dripped down the long eyelashes of the golden elf.

"It turns out that elves have never really lived."

Just a few hours ago, Hathaway's heart was full of joy.

After lighting up the ocean of stars, she thought that she and the entire Elf King Court had found a way forward.

But now it seems so ridiculous.

Like a flower in the water, a moon in the mirror.

Beautiful, but shattered at the touch.

Boom——

The burning sensation in the blood intensified again. Hathaway's originally fair, delicate and smooth skin was now branded with blood-red and black inscriptions, carrying a severe curse.

Originally, as the only surviving pure-blooded elf in the Lost Island and also a candidate vessel for the old sun god, she was still very valuable.

However, it was obvious that after Char appeared, the old sun god had completely lost patience with this candidate vessel.

Feeling the death that was about to come from the blood.

A trace of determination suddenly flashed in Hathaway's eyes.

Then, in an instant.

She mobilized the last will in the collapsing sea of ​​spirit.

The radiance of red-gold magic flashed in an instant, temporarily suppressing the curse of blood-red and black.

Since no matter what, I can't survive.

Then, at least before death...

I can use my own life, a self-explosion that burns all my mental power and vitality to disperse the divine suppression around me.

For Char... to gain a chance to escape.

Even if my magic power is weak...

But such a close-range explosion can also cause considerable damage to these divinities.

She slowly closed her eyes.

As if it was ignited.

Hathaway's magic power suddenly boiled up, like a burning firewood.

However, the next moment.

She heard that familiar voice again.

"Enough."

Char raised his head and looked at the illusory figure on the black iron throne.

"As a human, my blood has never been transformed by you like the elves, nor have you left any backup plans."

"If I insist on resisting, then because of the compatibility problem, even with your status, it will not be so easy to perfectly replace my soul and occupy my body."

"And you told me so much and explained so much."

"It's nothing more than wanting to disintegrate my will and make me willingly merge with you."

"And now, you win."

He turned his head slightly and glanced at the golden elf girl behind him.

There was reluctance and a slight relief in his eyes.

The next moment, the clear words floated in Hathaway's ears.

"Let me replace her..."

"Become your container."