Above the sky, those three terrifying light pillars condensed by the aurora, like Judgment the Sword of Damocles for all the sins in the world, once again descended with the power of destroying the heaven and the earth.
Facing this devastating blow from the Sun, the five Eighth Tier undead commanders suspended in mid-air did not dare to show any confidence at all.
The ghostly fire in their empty eye sockets danced wildly, and their skeletal hands pulled out afterimages in Void, and they frantically cast the highest-level undead defense forbidden spell at a dizzying speed.
In an instant, tens of thousands of pitch-black bone shields and translucent shields condensed from rich death energy spread out in layers around them, like black fortresses hanging upside down, trying to resist the purification of the light beam.
"Boom--!"
The collision of light and darkness stirred up circles of terrifying ripples in the atmosphere of Vedant Star that could tear apart space.
Even though these five Eighth Tier experts have tried their best, the dominance of light magic, as the natural and absolute nemesis of the undead clan, still exceeds their expectations.
Along with a series of heart-wrenching cracking sounds, the black shield in the sky collapsed inch by inch like fragile glass.
The brilliance of the aurora instantly swallowed up the bodies of two of the undead commanders. The high temperature and purifying power that was enough to vaporize steel burned half of their bodies into nothingness!
However, as high-level undead, these monsters have long been deprived of their physiological functions called "fear" and "sense of pain". Looking at their mutilated bodies, which were even spitting out gray ashes, the two seriously injured undead commanders did not even frown, as if they had lost only two insignificant pieces of rags.
"The warm-up is over, there is no need to play with these pointy ears anymore." The heavily armored general Zombie looked down coldly at the struggling elf defense line below, raised the bone sword wrapped in rich death energy in his hand, and issued the final Judgment command, "Execute the last step."
The five Eighth Tier undead commanders did not hesitate for a moment. They raised their incomplete hands at the same time and injected the violent death magic in their bodies into Void without any reservation.
"Eighth Tier Forbidden Spell: [Abyss Domain]!"
As the spell fell, the sky of Vedant Star... no, not just the sky, but the underlying laws of the entire planet completely changed color at this moment!
An extremely weird and disgusting aura of terror, anchored by the billions of Abyssal Demons corpses that had been purified by the Carnage in the sky, was like a black torrent that burst its banks, pouring crazily towards every corner of the entire planet!
This breath is mixed with despair, depravity, evil and extreme corrosiveness. The first thing to be affected is the lush ecology that Vedant Star is proud of.
This planet, which was originally as beautiful as an emerald in the universe and full of vitality, was directly reduced to Purgatory the moment it came into contact with the breath of Abyss. Those lush and green towering ancient trees and colorful exotic flowers and plants withered and turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Their leaves began to drip purple-red acid, and the vines that originally exuded the breath of life twisted into tentacles like poisonous snakes, completely turning into deformed demonic plants that resonated with evil.
The disaster spread far beyond this.
The hard rocks began to rot and fester, the clear rivers and lakes rolled with pungent blood and sulfur, and even the breeze blowing across the cheeks carried a corpse smell that could suffocate mortals to death in an instant.
What makes people even more horrified is that the originally extremely pure Aether magic power in the planet's atmosphere, as well as the magic power nodes buried deep under the earth's crust, were all transformed into extremely violent [dark magic power] under the forcible pollution of this Abyssal Law!
Those originally docile and docile Love Magic animals began to swell and mutate crazily after inhaling this dark magic. Their bones pierced the skin, ferocious bone spurs grew out, and their eyes became blood red, completely turning into bloodthirsty monsters that only knew how to kill and devour.
As for the ordinary elves and civilians who failed to evacuate into the defensive positions in time, their fate was even more miserable. The moment most low-level elves inhaled the breath of Abyss, their bodies could not withstand this high-dimensional pollution, and they died of bleeding from their orifices and dissolution of their internal organs.
But what is even more tragic is the small group of "survivors". Although their bodies have withstood the poisonous gas, their elven blood, bodies, magic power and even their noble souls have all been irreversibly distorted by the erosion of Abyss.
Their skin became as black as coke, bat wings were torn and bleeding from their backs, and curved Demons horns sprouted from their foreheads - these once noble elves were forcibly transformed into Abyssal Demons's minions!
In the face of this ecological extinction sweeping the world, Elves's spiritual pillar, Holy Tree Valido, finally let out the cry of Wrath.
Its huge tree trunk, like white-smelted steel, suddenly erupted into circles of substantial Deity Transformation holy ripples visible to the naked eye. The mighty silver holy light swept away in all directions like a tsunami, trying to single-handedly purify the Abyss aura that shrouded the world.
However, this is ultimately just a desperate fight between trapped beasts.
Although Haligtree has restored 80% of its origins under the nourishment of the awakened bloodline of Queen Misel, what it faces is the law-level Abyss frenzy caused by five Eighth Tier undead commanders joining forces and sacrificing billions of Abyssal Demons corpses!
The holy light was retreating steadily in the collision with Abyss's aura, and its light became increasingly dim.
Queen Misel, who was sitting in the royal court, after a moment of painful struggle, a bloody determination flashed in her beautiful eyes. She knew that if Haligtree continued to forcibly protect the entire planet, the final result could only be that the source of Haligtree would be exhausted, and the entire Elves would be completely destroyed!
"Abandon the peripheral territory... shrink all defensive forces to Royal Capital and the other twelve core cities!" The queen's voice trembled as she issued this cruel order that made her heart twist like a knife.
Under the guidance of her will, Holy Tree Valido was forced to abandon the protection of most of the planet.
It retracted the holy light that radiated outwards, compressed all the power to the extreme, and finally formed thirteen indestructible silver dome shields over the thirteen core cities.
Viewed from space, Vedant Star at this time presents a suffocating sense of cruel fragmentation.
The thirteen cities protected by the Holy Light Dome still retain the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers and the sacred tranquility, just like the legendary Garden of Eden where the gods live; and on the vast land outside the dome, there are mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and numerous demonic shadows, completely reduced to the Nine Netherworld where evil spirits dance wildly Purgatory!
Capital Kleimno.
Misel Queen was floating quietly in mid-air in the Wangting Square, her body was shaking violently uncontrollably. A trace of shocking red blood was slowly dripping from the corners of her perfect lips.
This is because she forcibly overdrawn her soul origin and magic power limit to cooperate with Haligtree to build the thirteen absolute defenses, and suffered horrific backlash.
But the physical pain was far less than one ten thousandth of her inner suffering.
Two lines of tears mixed with blood, slipped from her eyes that contained stars. They were tears of extreme sorrow and regret for the countless compatriots who died tragically outside the city, and for this beautiful mother planet that was completely destroyed.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Along with a series of rapid sounds breaking through the air, eight figures exuding high-level fluctuations quickly flew to her side, protecting her firmly in the center. The leader was none other than the anxious-looking King Arion.
"How are you? Can you still hold on?" Arion ignored the red tape and supported his shaky wife.
As a partner, there is a deep soul bond between him and Misel, so he knows better than anyone else how much heartbreaking pain and sorrow his wife is suffering under her seemingly calm appearance at this moment.
But he knew better that now was definitely not the time to wallow in sadness.
"We must take action immediately to find a way to break the situation." One of the most senior elders said with a livid face.
"Faced with this absolute power gap, what else can we do?" Another elder looked desperate, "That is the Abyss realm! It is absolutely impossible for those Eighth Tier minions to be able to lay a dragnet of this level.
Behind this, it must be that the monster Guznader has descended into a terrifying clone, or even... his true self, which cannot be seen directly, has arrived in person!"
Upon hearing this speculation, all the elders felt a deep sense of powerlessness in their hearts.
They know very well that there is an insurmountable gap of despair between the Eighth Tier position and the Ninth Tier position. That is the Essence Zone difference between mortals and gods.
Although they have great expectations for their queen, Sun Elf Bloodline, who has unlimited potential, they firmly believe that sooner or later, she will be able to surpass Guznader.
But the problem is, that is the future, not the present. In this sudden doomsday Cataclysm, they don't even have a day to breathe.
"From the outbreak of the war to now, looking at the entire galaxy, there is only one force that can confront Guznader in a battle of this level, or even have the upper hand." King Arion took a deep breath and said the name that everyone knew well, "Arcane Empire."
"We need to ask for help from the Arcane Empire. To the one called Arcane Emperor, Ian."
"Is this... is this really our only way out?" A male elder who looked like he was only in his thirties, but whose eyes showed the vicissitudes of life, closed his eyes in pain.
"Look at the sky outside," King Arion pointed at the doomsday bloody sky, "We have nothing but begging for their mercy."
Without the protection of the planetary shield, the hundreds of millions of Abyssal Demons and the undead army are frantically attacking the silver domes of thirteen cities like a black tide. Under the intense consumption of the shield's light, extremely dangerous Blink have begun to appear.
"But... will they really send troops to rescue us?" The female elder, who had a beautiful face and was as charming as a girl, but was actually the eldest person in Elves, said with a strong bitterness in her tone.
"Yes." King Arion gritted his teeth, trying to give everyone and himself some hope, "According to the intelligence we have collected, the Emperor Ian is a ruler with extremely ambitious ambitions.
He has an almost paranoid 'great unification' complex and is committed to creating a the Great Merge Empire where all races coexist and develop with equal rights. As long as we are willing to completely put down our dignity and ask him, he will definitely send troops based on the value of our Sun Elf Bloodline."
"But..." Arion smiled bitterly, "Because we have arrogantly rejected their diplomatic overtures several times before and even made unrealistic and unreasonable demands. In this negotiation, we will definitely be stripped of our skin by them and pay an extremely painful price, even losing our power and humiliating the country."
Hearing this, all the elders fell into silence. Then, they all turned their attention to Queen Misel, who was guarding the center.
Although they agreed to ask for help, in this highly hierarchical country, the final decision-making power is always in the hands of the queen. As long as Misel says the word "war", even if they know it is a moth flying into the flame, these proud elf elders will not hesitate to burn their souls and die together with the undead.
Misel felt the determined gazes behind her. She did not reply immediately, but quietly stared at the land being swallowed by death.
She spent countless thousands of years here. She watched with her own eyes as Vedant Star prospered step by step under her own governance, and watched the new elves laugh and grow under Haligtree.
She still clearly remembers the sincere wonder, praise and uncontrollable envy in the eyes of those foreign missions who came here across the sea of stars to trade in those peaceful years when they saw the dream-like ecology of Vedant Star.
That was the supreme honor that she was most proud of as a queen.
But now, this glory has been torn to pieces. It has turned into scorched earth, pus-filled evil water, and the miserable screams of the compatriots.
So, she hates it.
She hated the undead that brought endless disasters, hated the group of curious-looking Abyssal Demons, and hated the Guznader who spread death to every corner of the galaxy.
But what she hates most is herself.
It was her arrogance, her overwhelming sense of expansion after awakening Sun Elf Bloodline, that blinded her eyes! If she had recognized the reality earlier, lowered her noble head earlier, and accepted the protection of the Arcane Empire, how could her people have fallen to the point where they are being slaughtered like they are today?!
"All sins will be borne by me alone."
Misel slowly raised her right hand and wiped away the blood and tears on her cheek with the back of her hand. When she raised her head again, the weakness in her eyes was gone, replaced by a desperate determination.
"I will personally initiate a communication to the Arcane Empire. No matter how harsh the conditions that man puts forward, even if it requires me to hand over my soul, I will not hesitate."
She took a deep breath and raised the Staff of Life in her hand, which symbolized royal power. Huge magic power poured into the tip of the stick crazily, and an extremely complex ultra-long-distance inter-galactic communication circle was quickly outlined in mid-air.
However, one second passed, ten seconds passed, and one minute passed.
The magic circle exuded a faint light, but like a mud cow entering the sea, it did not receive even the slightest response.
Misel bit the tip of his tongue in disbelief, spit out a mouthful of blood, and launched several communication requests in succession. But the result was still the same - dead silence, despairing silence!
"What's going on? Could it be... could it be that Arcane Emperor holds a grudge against us and deliberately refused to accept our call for help?!" An elder looked at the unresponsive magic circle, his face instantly turned pale, and his voice was full of collapse.
"No, with the emperor's structure, he would not have such a childish temper in such a big right and wrong." King Arion forced himself to maintain his only rationality. He stared at the thick black layer of death in the sky, his face extremely ugly, "It's Guznader! Since he has set up this trap, there is no way that we can leave a loophole for us to ask for help from the outside world. This layer of Abyss territory not only isolates the physical space, but also completely blocks all communication bands on our planet from a conceptual level!"
"Then what should we do?!"
If they can't even send out a distress signal, then on this isolated island, they can only watch the shield being exhausted and then being torn into pieces by the tens of billions of Demons!
At this desperate moment, the eldest and wisest female elder suddenly spoke, with a trembling hope in her voice. "If the conventional magic network fails, we may... have one last way. We can use the power of Holy Tree Valido!"
"Haligtree?" The surrounding elders all showed doubts. Haligtree is already trying his best just to maintain the thirteen dome shields. How can he still have the energy left to forcibly break through the signal blockade in Abyss's field?
"You are too young to know the lost ancient heritage of our elven clan." Blink, the female elder's beautiful eyes were filled with the light of reminiscence, "In the extremely distant ancient times, when High Elves still ruled When looking at this starry sky, they used Haligtree as the core anchor to establish a set of 'Pan-Galactic Plant Root Network' that is extremely secretive and deeply bound to the underlying laws of the universe throughout the universe and even across different planes!"
"This communication system does not rely on conventional magic wave frequencies, but transmits information through the subtle life rhythms between plants. We can use Haligtree to send our distress signal in Extremis directly along those ancient roots to all plants currently growing in the territory of the Arcane Empire!"
"There is such a miracle?! Then why didn't you tell me earlier?!" An elder was so excited that he was shaking all over.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he realized what a stupid question he had asked.
After the ancient era ended and High Elves disappeared, this network that required extremely high permissions to be activated was completely paralyzed.
In the past long years, Elves not even a single person has awakened Sun Elf Bloodline, and no one has the "key" to unlock this set of remote Ancient Gods traces!
"The current origin of Haligtree has not yet returned to its peak state, and is still suffering from the continuous erosion of Abyss. If we forcibly activate this ancient network across the galaxy now, if we are not careful, It will cause the foundation of Haligtree to be completely broken, or even cause it to wither on the spot." The female elder looked at Misel solemnly, "But now, we have no time to weigh the pros and cons."
"I understand."
Queen Misel didn't waste half a second to hesitate. She closed her eyes tightly and gently pressed her eyebrows against a Haligtree Qi root extending from the ground.
"Use the blood of Sun Elves as a contract to awaken the sleeping ancient soul."
Along with the supreme command from the depths of his bloodline, Misel's consciousness roared and was forcibly pulled into a vast and wonderful horizon!
In her spiritual perception, the universe was no longer a cold and dark Void. She saw a brilliant network that was too huge to be described in words, intertwined with countless illusory tree roots that emitted light! These roots were like the neural network of the human body, densely spread in every corner of Milky Way Galaxy.
Because the amount of information was too huge and complicated, Misel felt extremely dizzy and nauseated for a moment, and her soul seemed to be completely torn apart by this huge data flow. But she gritted her teeth and relied on amazing perseverance to stabilize her mind in this messy network.
She began to extend her perception outwards.
However, what she saw made her heart sink to the bottom.
In her vision, more than 70% of this once brilliant galaxy network has now been infected and corroded by a layer of disgusting gray-black death energy. Countless nodes representing life have completely withered and turned into dead blind spots.
This means that Undead Calamity of Guznader has completely destroyed most of the planets in this galaxy.
Misel endured his grief and quickly adjusted his direction, locking all his energy Divine Power like a spotlight on the coordinates of the galaxy marked as "Arcane Empire Territory".
Fortunately, the network nodes there are still full of vitality and dazzling.
Without the slightest hesitation, Misel packaged all his despair, prayers, and Vedant Star's current miserable situation into an extremely strong soul wave, and sent it crazily in the direction of the Arcane Empire along the ancient root passage at a speed exceeding the speed of light!
"Pfft--!"
The moment she finished all this, Misel suddenly opened her eyes and spat out a large mouthful of blood again. Her face was extremely pale, and her body fell backward limply, and was caught by King Arion.
"Did it succeed?" Arion asked with a trembling voice.
Misel gasped weakly, but in those bloodshot eyes, there was burning an extreme madness and determination that seemed to be able to burn everything.
"The message has been sent out."
She struggled to push away her husband's support and stood up straight again. The Staff of Life in her hand bloomed with an unprecedented dazzling light, and a tragic aura of despairing of death burst out from the queen's delicate body.
"Now, what we have to do is to... defend this city until reinforcements arrive!"
"Even if I were asked to burn out the last drop of Sun Elves's essence and blood, even if I were asked to sacrifice my own soul, these Abyss bastards would never even take a step into the royal court!"