Chapter 2238: The First Civilian Magic Item

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"Do not hesitate. The Protection Array is about to collapse. When that happens, Lord Chenguang will temporarily create a Special Maze Lock in his Saint Form to buy you ten minutes. The other companions who haven't managed to evacuate will also scatter and flee to buy you time. Do not let our sacrifices become meaningless!"

After saying this, Yinsiluoda pushed Poson away with force. The next moment, a massive roar—one that seemed to originate not from anywhere outside, but from deep within his heart—drowned out Poson's thoughts.

Immediately following this, the Secret Hall Guardian Chenguang, who had been covered in golden patterns at the center of the ritual site, suddenly erupted with an intense burst of Life Spiritual Light. His true form, which had been faintly visible beneath the golden patterns, instantly transformed into a light-based state.

This was the Saint Form, in which a high-level Mage of the traditional Elf Magic system unleashes all their power. It is difficult to maintain for long, but even a short duration has earned high-level Mages their incomparably powerful reputation.

In reality, this should also be one of the strongest desperate measures in the Main Plane.

It was just that the Dagger, forged from a Plane Crystal with a positive energy inclination, was also embedded in Chenguang's abdomen in a light-based state. Furthermore, in this state, the golden patterns spreading from the Dagger's body were moving even faster than before.

The next moment, Chenguang's Saint Form shone brilliantly, nearly turning into the purest light of heaven. This was the last scene Poson saw before he left, but before he could even think, he was teleported away by Yinsiluoda.

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Teleportation while surrounded by powerful enemies was not smooth. Poson felt as if he were being stretched into an extremely long, thin strip and then constantly twisted. Such an experience made him nearly faint.

Fortunately, this seemingly extremely dangerous teleportation did not last long. Soon, he appeared in an unfamiliar jungle. By then, he had slightly recovered his senses, but thinking of the scene he had seen before the teleportation, he could not help but feel a surge of grief.

"I cannot die. I must live on, living for the sake of Yinsiluoda, Lord Chenguang, and the other nameless companions as well!"

Having come to this realization, Poson immediately used Spellcasting to forcibly control his body's instinctive reactions. Then, while counting in his heart, he cast spells to confirm his orientation and continued to teleport.

After several consecutive teleports like this, he finally saw the city where the last safe house before heading to the ritual site was located.

At this time, less than half of the three-minute limit mentioned by Yinsiluoda had passed. Poson forcibly controlled his emotions, completed the entry procedure for the city, and then, just like the first time he came, entered the safe house according to the specific steps.

It was not until he finished changing his disguise that he gasped for breath, nearly collapsing. According to Yinsiluoda, as long as he reached the first safe house within three minutes, he would be safe.

But Poson was no longer living just for himself; he was also living while inheriting the will of Yinsiluoda and the many other Demon Descendants who had sacrificed themselves for him.

So, after slightly adjusting his emotions, he reversed the order he had taken when he first arrived, passing through one safe house after another and changing his disguises one by one. Only after leaving Yierlan and entering Evereska did he realize that he perhaps, should be, safe now.

Inside the safe house in Evereska, he could no longer suppress the grief in his heart and wept bitterly. After crying, he began to ponder his future path.

Without much agonizing deliberation, he decided to stand with the Demon Descendants, not only because of Yinsiluoda's sacrifice just now, but also because there was another person who knew the truth about his visit: Hamusuda!

If it weren't for Hamusuda, he might truly have been unable to overcome his inner instinct for survival.

Yet, after making this decision, Poson did not feel distressed; instead, he felt a sense of relief. Liberating the people by transforming them into Demon Descendants might be difficult to achieve, but it was the only relatively feasible way he saw at the moment.

In the past, he had indeed considered the plight of himself and more of the lower-class Elves, but he had never thought that one day he would embark on the path of liberating the people.

It was not that he had no such thoughts at all, but that he did not know who else would be like him. If he showed a rebellious mentality toward the old order, what he would likely receive in return would not be the welcome of companions, but the suppression of the old order.

Perhaps Demon Descendants and Magic Energy were not a very good plan, but as a form of true and undeniable power, perhaps they could awaken the people's consciousness of resistance.

Furthermore, the High Elves were not entirely Maintainers of the old order. The old order imprisoned the development of the vast majority of the people, which in essence was imprisoning the development of the Taiquese Yizu.

Some of the enlightened individuals among the upper classes were merely coerced by the old order. If given the chance to see the hope of change, they might not necessarily refuse to stand on the opposite side of the old order and personally destroy the old order that had achieved them.

Just as Yinsiluoda said, those who performed the Transformation Ritual were at least veteran Mages; it could be said they were all beneficiaries of the old order. Where did these Elves come from? Could it be that they were all coerced or lured?

If Demon Descendants had absolutely no redeeming qualities, why had they been impossible to ban or exterminate for thousands of years?

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Whether emotionally or rationally, Poson had convinced himself. After completing his self-ideological construction, he became a revolutionary.

Perhaps there would be wavering in the future, but at this moment, he was completely awakened.

But what Poson did not know was that in the nameless valley where the Transformation Ritual had taken place in Yierlan, Yinsiluoda, who should have died at this point in time, had not died, though his face was somewhat pale.

And right beside him was the previously imprisoned Secret Hall Guardian Chenguang. Chenguang's condition was still quite good, though his expression was somewhat complex, as if he were still saddened by Taiya's betrayal.

"Lord Chenguang, I cannot understand why, since you knew Taiya would betray us, you didn't deal with it in advance? Instead, you let a group of companions face danger?" Yinsiluoda asked, puzzled.

Although this Transformation Ritual had elements of deliberate design, those Demon-born Hunters of the Northland Alliance were not fake, and the panic experienced by the Demon Descendant companions who had evacuated in such a hurry just now was not fake either.

That Chenguang had been ambushed by Taiya just now was also not fake.

And what puzzled Yinsiluoda the most was Poson. What exactly was special about this Elf that was worth the Midian paying such a price for him? If one thing went wrong, it wouldn't just be those present who would be sacrificed; the entire Midian system they were in could be destroyed because of it.

Facing Yinsiluoda's questioning, Chenguang seemed to still be immersed in the mindset of Taiya's betrayal just now and did not answer directly. It was not until Yinsiluoda asked a second time that he came back to his senses, but he still did not answer directly, instead sighing:

"My old friend Taiya! If you had discussed it with me in advance, it wouldn't have ended this way. It's just a pity that for the sake of the big picture, I couldn't take the initiative to warn you. However, rest assured, the Midian will definitely rescue the other members of your family and not let your sacrifice go to waste."