1187 Never Seen What a Divine Masterstroke Looks Like? Good! Today, We'll Open Your Eyes

Thanks to Lady Rose's warning, the Elven King had prepared a spatial beacon before the appointed time arrived. It was in the third of the royal court currently under his and the Royal Guard's control. Still, Quirion had no confidence that the thing would work.

The Witch Cultists surrounding them had sealed off the royal court with an expanding tide of Chaos. Ordinary teleportation spells couldn't function there.

But the word "ordinary" clearly couldn't be used to describe the people of Transia.

So, after a brief but fierce skirmish, an astral passage personally carved out by an astral wanderer connected the Maginot Line to the Elven Royal Court. A demigod led the way in person, safeguarding the astral march.

And Tritan wasn't the only one to make an entrance.

Since the royal court had been tainted by Chaos, Mannis's girlfriend—the master of the tea ceremony—had come along to join the fun. Thus, beneath the gazes of the sword-wielding Elven King and the Royal Guards fighting desperately, a mighty blue-green dragon with jade eyes soared out of the astral passage as Adele and Maxim led the elven-only relief force into the court.

Although Liji was unreliable in many ways, the purification power she had directly inherited from the Eastern Sacred Spirit was still incredibly powerful.

Her roar shook the surrounding lands as the astral dragons' ability to summon clouds and rain came into play. A fine drizzle fell across the royal court, now reduced almost to ruins, and its accompanying aura of blue-green purification spread with it.

The raindrops fell over the exhausted elven warriors, washing the grime from their bodies and easing the agitation in their hearts. Even the taint they had picked up while fighting in the Chaos field was swept away.

Some devout elves sank to their knees,