Chapter 259: World Beyond Mortals (33)

Holy Elf Empire.

Because the elves are generally slow, by the time Sun God Osella received the intelligence, it had already been half a month since the Covenant was issued.

As he read various news coming from the mortal nations, his usually relaxed brow furrowed for the first time.

"Even though they know the Plane Overlord's return, they still choose to fight to the end, even forming an alliance to show their resolve—truly a bunch of arrogant mortals."

Although he said that, he had a very bad feeling deep down.

Because that mortal legendary mage named Luosen is actually terrifyingly strong.

He infiltrated the imperial palace and, in an extremely short time, killed three legendary level‑4 powerhouses; two of them were formidable fighters of the empire, especially the Battle Dragon Alekse, a rare dragon warrior.

He simply could not figure out how the opponent did it.

Last time he faced the six legendary beings, it could be explained by having prepared large‑capacity legendary crystals in advance, but this time he racked his brain and still couldn't understand.

"We must figure out this guy's methods."

"How to figure it out? Of course we can't just send strong fighters one by one to test— that's practically sending them to die; no matter how many elf powerhouses we have, we can't sustain such losses."

"Elves, naturally, have their own secret arts."

Sun God Osella left his treehouse, climbed up the trunk another fifty meters, and arrived at a delicate treehouse.

The treehouse is called "Moonrise Place," and its owner is Moon God Duola.

Outsiders only know the elves have two Majesties, also called the Sun and Moon Dual Supreme, but in fact Moon God Duola's status is higher than Osella's.

This is an extremely mysterious elf powerhouse, and moreover De Rui Tan has repeatedly stated that she is his most beloved elf.

When De Rui Tan had not yet left, Moon God Duola was practically his sole representative in the mortal realm.

This moon god was also granted the rarest arcane knowledge by the Master of Truth; perhaps his combat strength is not great, but his insight into the world's mysteries is profound to an incomprehensible degree.

Upon reaching the treehouse, Osella did not go inside but stood at the doorway: "Duola, I've run into a problem."

After a moment, a soft, low voice came from inside the treehouse: "Speak; let me see if I can help you find the answer."

Osella then detailed the recent events in the human empire, and said: "This mortal is far too strong; I can't understand why he is so powerful."

"Understood; wait quietly for me a moment."

Osella waited patiently.

After waiting a full half hour, a voice came from inside: "In the Chaos Fate I saw a startling name—'Witch Parolomenasis'."

"He is likely related to that great witch."

Osella was also greatly surprised: "Could he actually be the witch's apostle?"

"I'm not certain, but it's highly likely he obtained astonishing knowledge from that witch."

"Oh, this really gives me a headache; I'm afraid even the Master would frown upon hearing it."

Moon God Duola fell silent again, but this time only for a few minutes before she spoke once more.

"I contacted the Master and informed him of this."

"The Master said, be patient and wait for his return."

Osella immediately nodded: "Yes."

After saying that, he silently sighed: "I had thought that when the Master returned, our people would once again rule the world, but now it seems the world has truly changed."

Feeling somewhat disappointed and also panicked, he felt increasingly unable to comprehend this new world.

Thus he couldn't help asking: "Master, how much longer until you return?"

"Are you urging the Master, Osella?"

"I don't dare; I just want to know the Master's expected return so I can arrange a welcoming ceremony."

"Osella, you and I both know the Master's temperament; he hates being urged, so I dare not ask you that question."

"All right, as if I never said anything."

Osella turned to leave, but Moon God Duola called out to him.

"Wait."

"What else?"

"The Master also said he finds that group of mischievous mortals very interesting; he wants you not to confront them directly, but you may secretly sow some chaotic seeds."

Osella was a bit confused: "Chaotic seeds?"

"Go sell fruit secretly and convert as many mortals as possible into potential lesser elves."

Osella immediately understood: "I'll take care of it right away."

Actually it's not fruit, but the lesser‑elf fruit that grows on the Great Life Tree.

Its taste and feel are no different from ordinary fruit, it gives off no magical aura, and its appearance is almost indistinguishable from regular fruit.

But once eaten, it subtly and silently transforms the mortal's body.

Then, whenever the Master issues a summons, the mortals will be completely turned into lesser elves.

He thought this was an excellent idea and prepared to act on it.

As he was about to leave, Duola called out again: "Don't rush, Osella; the Master hasn't finished speaking."

Osella merely waited, resuming a respectful listening posture.

"The Master said that on the Storm Continent, a group of amalgamated monsters is hideous to the extreme; their very existence is a blemish on the world and must be cleaned up as soon as possible."

Osella was shocked: "This won't be easy."

Although those myriad amalgamated monsters are indeed ugly—just looking at them makes him nauseous—and they are indeed formidable fighters. Their numbers are also extraordinarily high; if they really fought, the empire might win but would suffer heavy losses.

Duola's voice rang out again: "The Master certainly knows this, so he permits you to use the Golden Tree Seed."

Upon hearing that, Osella immediately felt greatly confident and bowed in pledge: "I will surely cleanse the Storm Continent completely before the Master returns."

He thought that was it, but Duola actually had more to say.

"The Master still has a third matter to arrange."

AoSaila could do nothing but continue to bow her head and listen.

"The master said that the combat race created last time was gradually becoming imperfect, even the Elves were no longer perfect, so he intends to carry out another Great Reconstruction."

"To improve the reconstruction, he ordered you to plant at least three more Life Trees and, before he returns, raise these Life Trees to at least six hundred meters tall."

AoSaila felt a violent shock in her heart upon hearing this, both because of the Great Reconstruction and the demand to plant trees.

Because the reconstruction carries a chance of failure, and the chance is not low.

In the ancient era, the Elves' reconstruction initially claimed at least ten million lives, the mid‑to‑late stages saw a mortality rate over fifty percent, and only in the later stage did it gradually mature, though there remained at least a ten percent death rate.

Now the master wants another reconstruction, and still deems the Elves imperfect.

The first wave of improvements might well target the Elves.

When that time comes, countless waves of Elves will perish because of it!

Perhaps he too will die because of this.

But he lacks the confidence to directly oppose the Great Reconstruction, so he can only voice indirect objections.

"Duola, a six‑hundred‑meter‑tall Life Tree is not easy to cultivate; each one requires the infusion of at least five hundred thousand Elves' souls."

Duola's voice was utterly indifferent: "AoSaila, does the master not know this? But have you forgotten what the master once said?"

AoSaila of course remembered and whispered, "In the pursuit of perfection, any sacrifice is worthwhile."

"Good that you remember. Then go and do it."

AoSaila, however, had a question: "Duola, I need a date. I must know how quickly I must finish cultivating the trees?"

These trees are hard to cultivate; integrating a total of 1.5 million Elves' souls requires a great deal of work.

After all, Elves are an immortal race; merging into a great tree may not be death, but they become tightly bound, and their days are far less carefree than those of living humans.

The Master of Fundamental Truth still hasn't given a specific time, leaving him with no clue at all.

Duola sighed lightly: "Sorry, I can't help you. All I can say is, as soon as possible."

"If it's as soon as possible, then forced measures are required, which may cause massive chaos within the Empire."

"AoSaila, telling me is useless; I only convey the master's orders. I have also made it clear—I can't help you."

AoSaila felt a nauseating urge to vomit blood, inhaled deeply, and said, "Fine, I understand."

This time, he finally left Duola's treehouse smoothly.

He almost fled; he would rather have never set foot in this damned place.

Storm Continent.

The Fusion Palace of Great Demon King Ba Ke.

It is less a palace than a mound of flesh formed from a mass of fresh blood and meat.

The palace's floor and walls are damp, constantly secreting all kinds of slime, while indescribable monsters crawl over this slime.

At the deepest part of this bizarre flesh mound, within a massive liquid bubble of writhing flesh filled with milky white slime, three monsters that barely retain some human features linger.

There are three monsters; each bears a humanoid face and an enormous head, but no mouth—instead they have tube‑like oral appendages.

Each oral apparatus consists of more than one tube, actually a dozen or so.

They lack limbs; in place of them are masses of writhing tentacles, countless times more complex than an octopus, growing from their bodies like hair.

Their bodies have no fixed shape.

Constant writhing makes each of the three take a completely different form.

Now, some of the three monsters' oral tubes are linked together, some are sucking the milky slime, and some are performing indescribable bizarre motions.

In short, any mortal who sees this scene even once will be haunted by a lifelong nightmare.

But that is only superficial; mentally, the three monsters are engaged in a clear‑logic, rapid exchange.

"Sha Ba Te is dead, what a pity."

"That mortal named Luosen is strong; the master is no match for him."

"I see it now, those Elves are utterly untrustworthy; they wish us all dead. De Rui Tan is also a Virgo old relic; he will definitely deal with us."

"The mortal Empire is still in turmoil, which is a perfect time to deal with the Elves."

"We must strike before the Elves do!"

"But how to deal with the Elves?"

"Use poison~~ use venom~~ destroy their proud appearance, turning them into monsters like us~~ hahaha *gasp*~~~~"

"Haha… this is really fun~~~ then let's do it."

(End of Chapter)