Chapter 336: Forcing with Death

Managing a Sub-plane is a long-term plan; she cannot wait that long, and handing the Green Field Plane over to Gustav was already within her plans from the start.

Sending it over early now is merely to offset the favor owed by her teacher, but not a single item the other party ought to pay can be missing.

Otherwise, how could merely resolving this small matter of Duolaisen be worth a habitable Sub-plane! This is also a tacit understanding that has continued between the Seven Towers for hundreds of years.

Watching her teacher leave, Xiya turned and walked toward the inner room—a secret chamber sealed by various powerful Spells, where the furnishings were extremely simple.

Aside from an Elf-style armchair, there was only a seemingly unfinished Altar, and on the Altar sat a Statue that, upon closer inspection, actually bore a slight resemblance to Xiya.

How to reach the God Realm is something Xiya has been pondering; the Elf Ascension Plan does not contain detailed discussions on the Principles, but from the time the plan has been executed until now, Xiya has also gained some of her own understanding.

Sitting down in the armchair, a thought flashed through Xiya's mind: Elves certainly know how to enjoy themselves! However, this thought was quickly cast out of her mind; looking at her own Statue on the Altar, Xiya closed her eyes to meditate and contemplate carefully, as this was not the Ascension process provided by the Elves.

Yet Xiya believed that this played a very important role in her understanding of the source of the God Realm.

She absolutely did not believe the Elves were that kind-hearted; there must be some kind of trap in the Ascension Ritual, but limited by her current knowledge, she could not yet detect it and could only be careful and more careful herself.

……

Just as Xiya was attempting to re-understand the Ascension Ritual, a major event also occurred in Keman, far to the east.

Inside the Xinglu Courtyard, the layout here seemed to suggest a banquet was in progress, only the Elves attending the banquet at this moment had all turned into corpses.

There were no wounds on their Elf bodies, and their expressions looked as if they were enjoying themselves; even their movements remained in the posture of the very moment they died.

Some standing, some sitting, some raising their hands to pick fruit from a Suspended Fruit Tray, or turning sideways toward their relatives or friends nearby, their lips slightly parted.

But their eyes had already lost all luster.

The only one, the last one remaining, had eyes full of hatred, despair, and confusion; the fingers he placed on the table were trembling constantly, and it was unclear whether it was out of anger or fear.

He wanted to point at the graceful female Elf in the corner of the courtyard, but he could not raise his hand no matter what.

"Weilanse, do you really have to be this heartless?" Aolando's lips moved, and after a long while, he spat out these words.

But these words of his failed to move Weilanse in the slightest; she pointed casually, and another Weilanse appeared out of thin air.

Only, the previous one had a cold temperament, while the one who appeared later had a hint of charm on her face.

Aolando was stunned; wasn't this the high-level Mage Weilanse he thought he had already subdued? How could—

At this moment, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, pointing at the first Weilanse, "You, you—"

"An Imaskari custom-made humanoid puppet; even for me, it was not easy to have the chance to obtain one. Now, Aolando, make your choice!"

"I, I—" Aolando was speechless for a moment; he finally understood why Great-grandfather Luolun had told him to stay away from Weilanse—a high-level Mage was not an existence he could control.

Indeed, he couldn't even distinguish between a real person and a puppet, so how could he talk about control! In an instant, he also understood many things; perhaps it was never him controlling the other party, but the other party controlling him; perhaps he had fallen into a trap from the very beginning.

The Star Dew Scepter? Thinking of this, Aolando actually felt a trace of resentment toward his great-grandfather Luolun; why didn't he send back the complete Star Dew Scepter? Or, why didn't he open the Banweimian Mishi of the family treasury for him?

And those ancestors from before, why did they set the Banweimian Mishi to require a key while simultaneously requiring powerful strength? Although his reason told him this was because the protection and sealing power of the Banweimian Mishi were extremely strong, this feeling of resentment triggered by despair had already swayed his thinking.

And when the resentment reached its limit, even the fear dissipated quite a bit; looking again at the main body of Weilanse, who had no emotional fluctuations, Aolando fell back into hatred for Weilanse.

Taking a deep breath, Aolando forced himself to become rational, his mind calculating frantically how he could allow the family to continue.

"Weilanse, let's make a deal!"

"You are not qualified to make a deal with me!" Weilanse refused decisively, "Hand over the Plane Key! Otherwise, the death here is just a beginning; you know I can do it!"

"No, I am qualified!" Aolando revealed a miserable smile; he pointed to his own head, "As long as I die, you will never get the Plane Key."

The Plane Key was not a concrete object, but a piece of information; without this unique key, even someone as strong as a high-level Mage could not find a Banweimian Mishi with a powerful seal.

And when Aolando learned that the incomplete Star Dew Scepter could not open the Banweimian Mishi, he had decisively destroyed the Scepter itself.

Furthermore, when Weilanse came looking, he had tried to cover it up by saying the Scepter was destroyed; this courtyard full of corpses bore witness to his failure.

It was just that he still had one last trick.

Watching the Holy Power flames gradually igniting on Aolando's body, Weilanse frowned; she had not expected Aolando to actually be a priest of a main god.

With her status and position as a high-level Mage, she naturally did not worry about offending a main god by killing a few priests; in a sense, she and the main gods were actually equals.

But she had no way to stop a priest skilled in Magic who wanted to self-destruct his Soul, unless she could reach an agreement with the main god to strip Aolando of his Holy Power, but that was almost impossible to achieve.

"State your conditions, but you must know, at most I will just not get the Plane Key, but you will lose everything!"

"I know!"

Even though he had gained some bargaining power by means of suicide, Aolando did not get carried away; he was very clear that the existence opposite him, who perhaps could no longer be called a mortal, would not let him be excessively presumptuous.

"I need the Star Dew Family to continue to exist!"

"That is impossible!" Weilanse revealed a trace of mockery, "All Spellcasters must die; this is the bottom line. Change to another condition!"

Aolando's face turned pale; if all the Spellcasters died, then what would be left of the Star Dew Family? It would only be a matter of time before they were completely removed from the records.

He hated Weilanse's ruthlessness and hated his own incompetence; just as he was about to trigger the Holy Power flames to self-destruct, he suddenly remembered the last words of Great-grandfather Luolun before he dissipated—

Feinuoweita was only imprisoned by humans and was not dead.

A few days ago, Aolando had been busy trying to find a way to open the Banweimian Mishi to obtain the high-level power to maintain the family's survival, but he had neglected to rescue Feinuoweita.

He did not expect that this would now become the key to Feinuoweita being alive.

(End of chapter)