Chapter 542

"It's coming! Stop it!"

The fallen elf had just finished speaking when he spotted a legendary dark creature lunging at Angel, who was praying.

Around Angel, countless fallen elves had sealed the surrounding space with a rain of arrows, but the dark creature let out a shrill cry, and its tentacles swept aside every single arrow.

"Its power has grown stronger, Angel—we can't hold it!"

The fallen elves guarding Angel turned pale.

Yet Angel continued praying, her hands never reaching for her bow.

"Stop it!"

Several fallen elves drew their curved blades and charged toward the legendary dark creature.

But soon, those fallen elves were all flung backward.

The legendary dark creature didn't pause—it lunged straight at Angel, the greatest threat to it.

"You actually pray? You shame us!"

The dark creature emitted an utterly bizarre sound, then in an instant it lunged forward, one claw swatting aside the fallen elves in its path, the other claw already reaching for Angel!

Angel suddenly opened her eyes—her expression held not a trace of panic!

"Boom!"

A burst of flame erupted violently, engulfing the legendary dark creature!

"Aaaahhh~~ What kind of flame is this!"

The legendary dark creature screamed!

It abandoned Angel entirely, twisting back toward the rift, trying to retreat into it and use the surging dark aura to extinguish the flames on its body!

But as it barely leapt into the air, its entire body, covered in tentacles, turned directly to ash!

A legendary dark creature—under that flame, it couldn't even hold on for a single second!

Seeing this, Angel's eyes narrowed sharply!

Even the fallen elves knocked to the ground stared in stunned silence!

The dark creature's power was immense—they had held it back for half a day with so many, yet it still nearly turned the tide—yet now, this flame had burned it to ash in an instant!

"Boom!"

After consuming the legendary dark creature, the flame didn't pause—it seemed able to burn through air itself, instantly surging into the rift!

The massive rift erupted with Xiong Xiong flames!

"Aaaahhh~~"

Another legendary dark creature's scream rose, then vanished into nothingness.

Clearly, this legendary dark creature had been burned to death outright.

The flames continued spreading, and within moments, they had filled the entire hundred-kilometer-long rift.

Thousands of fallen elves gathered at the rift's edge, staring down at the descending flames, their faces filled with shock!

Within the rift, ordinary flames could not burn at all—they were instantly snuffed out by the constant outpouring of dark aura.

But this flame not only resisted being extinguished—it burned fiercer and fiercer, as if the dark aura itself had become its best fuel!

In the rift, the dark creatures still climbing upward like a tide were caught in the disaster.

They were burned to ash in vast, sweeping waves!

Far below, the dark creatures, seeing annihilation looming, desperately tried to flee back into the Dark Abyss.

Some even leapt straight down, letting their bodies fall freely!

But it did no good.

The flame spread far faster than their freefall speed.

In an instant, countless dark creatures were burned to death!

"Angel, is this the power bestowed by the Lord of Flame?"

Above the rift, a fallen elf stared at the flames spreading downward, dazed.

This was the Dark Forest.

Below lay the Dark Abyss.

One could say the rift was ruled entirely by dark laws.

Even heavenly deities, sending power down through the Separated by the Heavenly Realm barrier, could never achieve such horror!

But the Lord of Flame could!

Angel nodded and said: "Yes, this is the power bestowed by the Lord of Flame. The Lord of Flame answered my prayer and grants us His favor!"

"Angel, what's the cost?"

One fallen elf asked.

Angel said: "Our faith."

"Is it really that simple?"

Beside her, a fallen elf found it unbelievable.

Angel said: "Yes, that's all! I've received the Lord of Flame's revelation—he doesn't ask us to return to the light, nor to remain forever in darkness. We need only believe in the Lord of Flame, and He will grant us His favor."

"Faith? The heavenly deities reject our corrupted faith—could the Lord of Flame be a Deep Abyss Demon God?"

One fallen elf asked, confused.

"Deep Abyss Demon Gods don't need faith either—they only crave war and chaos. Angel, what kind of deity is the Lord of Flame? Do you believe in Him?"

Another fallen elf asked.

Angel recalled the feeling of the Lord of Flame's revelation, then carefully chose her words:

"Zhu Disi, I am willing to try. This is also the Queen's guidance."

The fallen elf who had asked the question, Judith, said: "If that's the case, Anqi, I'm willing to try as well."

Anqi looked around at the fallen elves and asked: "What about you?"

"Yes! Sister Anqi, I'm willing to try too. None of us want to become Dark Elves, but after centuries of fighting against the Darkness, our growing power has only deepened its corruption of our souls. If a god were to show us favor, perhaps we could forge a brand-new path!"

Immediately, one fallen elf voiced her stance.

"Sister Anqi, I'm willing to try too."

The second fallen elf said.

"Sister Anqi, count me in!"

The third fallen elf said.

More and more fallen elves spoke up, all willing to offer their faith to the Lord of Flame.

They had sunk too long in darkness.

In truth, many fallen elves had once been like Lomina, straying off the right path.

But they hadn't been as lucky as Lomina.

Under the temptation of the Abyssal Demon God, they had sunk deeper and deeper into darkness.

Yet even in that process, the light within them had never vanished.

If possible, many fallen elves longed for a chance to undo their choices and return to the light.

But no such thing as a regret pill exists in this world—their power's nature had been utterly corrupted; even sunlight now repelled them fiercely. The difficulty of returning to the light was immense!

And no god from the No Heavenly Realm was willing to favor them.

As for the Abyssal Demon God, he welcomed them gladly—but wasn't that like sheep walking into a tiger's mouth?

Now, the Lord of Flame was willing to grant them his favor!

It was like delivering charcoal in the snow!

Thus, these fallen elves all declared their intent to offer their faith to the Lord of Flame.

The number of fallen elves gathered by Angesite was small.

Across the entire Continent of Gods, the number of fallen elves was never large.

In the Dark Forest, the total number of fallen elves gathered by Angesite was barely two thousand.

Yet the strength of these fewer than two thousand fallen elves was extraordinarily powerful.

The weakest among them had reached the peak of Fifth Rank; Sixth and Seventh Ranks were everywhere.

There were more than one Eighth Rank—Anqi was merely the strongest among the Eighth Rank fallen elves; Judith, in fact, was also an Eighth Rank fallen elf!

This force of fewer than two thousand fallen elves, if they chose to, could sweep through an entire human kingdom.