Chapter 223 Deya's Death Messenger

"Ang ang ang ang————"

Above the sky of the Elf King's Court, Ignis revealed her true form.

A hundred-meter-long silver dragon blocked the path of the sky. The terrifying dragon might was overwhelming, making the elves, who had never experienced war in thousands of years, tremble in fear.

Whether it is the high elf guards in the royal court or the large number of elven slaves captured by Deya outside the royal court.

After seeing Ignis's dragon body, they were all affected by the terrifying dragon power. Some of them knelt on the ground and trembled, while others fainted directly because of the strong dragon power.

The high elves' leaders were all terrified at this time.

They thought that with the magical equipment accumulated by the elves from ten thousand years ago, as well as the nine-ring strength possessed by the Elf King in the royal court, they would not have to fear the Necromancer at all.

But who could have imagined that they did not see Deya, the necromancer, but instead saw a nine-ring dragon and the elf's 'traitor' Mavis.

Previously, because Deya went to the world to recall the past, his control over the Undead Army was a little messy.

But the total population of elves is not large, and only a few tens of thousands of them can be called soldiers.

These tens of thousands of elves have neglected training and have been lingering in this demiplane for thousands of years. They have long forgotten what war is.

When they saw the terrifying undead army with their own eyes, they were so frightened that their legs went limp without even having to engage in combat, and they almost completely lost their ability to resist.

After seeing this scene, Mavis made a decisive decision and asked Ignis to accompany her and directly attack the royal court.

Unable to rely on the royal court's guards, the high elves' leaders can only place their hopes on their own king.

However, although the Elf King relied on the magic of ancient elves, he forcibly obtained the power of the Nine Rings in this royal court.

But this Elf King had no combat experience, and his power was fake, so how could he possibly be a match for a real nine-ring dragon?

In just less than three days, Mavis almost broke through the Emerald Courtyard. The ease and carefreeness of the action surprised even Mavis herself.

As for the high elves, after seeing that neither the Royal Guards nor the Elf King could resist the invaders, they had already knelt on the ground, crying and begging for Mavis's mercy.

"Karansis Emerald Crown, your army has surrendered, and your subjects have already knelt and begged for mercy. Why do you have to resist here? Why don't you just kneel down before me and I can spare your life."

In the beautiful garden of the Elf King's Court, Mavis, wearing a white dress and bare snow-white feet, walked among the blooming flowers.

Her facial features were delicate and beautiful, which perfectly matched the beautiful courtyard. Even the elves would feel ashamed of themselves when seeing her beauty.

In front of Mavis, the Elf King wearing the Emerald Crown looked angry. This handsome old man who looked to be in his 40s had an extremely ferocious expression at this moment.

Although he was not a qualified king, he rarely showed the glory of being a king at this time. He sneered at those elves who chose to surrender.

"Traitor, I should not have given birth to you. You, a traitor, actually dared to bring outsiders to the Emerald Courtyard. Because of you, the elves will perish."

The Elf King Kalanthis looked painful.

In his mind, he is the only king of the elves, and only under his rule can the elves survive.

If I die, then the elves will have no future.

Seeing the Elf King in front of him behaving like a frog in a well, it seems that he is confined to this half plane.

This poor king who didn't even know what the outside world was like or how far human society had developed, Mavis truly felt the degeneration of the elves and felt that this once prosperous and civilized race eventually lost its civilization.

But Mavis did not feel any regrets. She was just a witch who had borrowed the identity of an elf. She did not care what the fate of the elves would be.

Mavis frowned at this time and shouted in a low voice: "Don't fight with me for control of my body at this time.

I know he is your biological father after all, so I won't kill him, but I will imprison him and make him lose his freedom forever to pay for his sins!"

Mavis was talking to another self: “…You should be thankful, this is already my greatest kindness.

You and I both know the pain they used to deprive me of my soul. I simply restricted his freedom and did not torture him. This was my last act of mercy.

If you keep talking nonsense, I will have no choice but to use this body to kill our 'father' myself!"

The witch Mavis's cold words finally made the saint Mavis calm down.

Different from the mature mentality of the witch, the Saint Mavis, who is only over 100 years old, is just a child in her early teens according to human age.

Naturally, Saint Mavis would be more sentimental and less cold than a witch.

Hearing that Mavis actually wanted to deprive him of his freedom and imprison him, the Elf King became even angrier.

"Traitor, I will not let you succeed. I cannot lose my freedom. I am the king of the elves. For the sake of the elves, I will never be defeated by you!"

The Elf King opened his mouth and recited the ancient Elvish language.

As he recited the ancient elven language, the mystery lock barrier set up by the elves thousands of years ago when they fled the main material world and hid in this demiplane was completely activated.

This mysterious locked world is the last glory of the elves. By using ancient magic and power, the elven king is forced to reach the ninth ring.

In this way, the Elf King can serve as the last guardian of the elves and protect the peace of the elves.

The ancient elven language, like a song, flowed and echoed in the air, and all the intact natural magic wells in the Emerald Courtyard came alive.

Unimaginable amounts of magical power began to gather. These magical powers almost became material, briefly breaking through the limitations of the spell slot.

This is the most ancient magic of the elves. It is not restricted by spell slots and is a spell that is enough to change the world just by relying on magic power!

As the Elf King used ancient magic, the giant trees in the Elf King's court began to move.

Pairs of eyes opened above those ancient trees, and spirits from higher planes descended and combined with the ancient trees to form a legion of 'Balance Watchers' - the Trees of War!
The status and function of the War Tree are the same as those of angels and demons. These are species born from the combination of the spirit and material worlds of the higher planes.

They are naturally powerful. Even the weakest ancient war tree has a strength of more than five rings. When hundreds of ancient trees unite into a legion, they should be able to stop any invaders.

But this time, this huge army of ancient war trees was defeated.

Because what they are facing are not living species, but the Scourge of Undead Creatures!
Just as the Elf King chanted the ancient spell to revive all the ancient trees, the world suddenly fell into silence. The wind stopped blowing and the clouds were fixed in the sky.

Everything in the world should be active, and movement is the basic characteristic of living things.

But at this moment, all movements stopped and turned into pure silence. From another perspective, this means that the creatures lost their lives and ushered in the end of their death!

The pale flame burned on the earth, taking away all life.

That is death which is completely opposite to the vitality symbolized by the 'Balance Watcher'.

And in the pale flames surging from the depths of the earth, undead creatures emerged one by one, bringing the despair of death.

The flames suddenly expanded, and countless flames gathered together, transforming into a 'Dragon of the Dead' composed entirely of the fire of death.

Right on the back of the dragon, a majestic and sacred young figure wearing a purple and gold religious robe was gazing at this vibrant land.

"Deya, you did it!"

Mavis saw the fire of death burning in the Emerald Courtyard, the dragon transformed by the fire, and the figure on the dragon's body, and she let out a low cry of surprise.

There seemed to be a trance in Ignis's huge dragon eyes.

She saw the dragon of pale flames and looked at Deya's figure. Ancient memories, memories that seemed to belong to her and not belong to her, emerged from the deepest part of her soul.

At this moment, she recalled everything that happened 4000 years ago. In her battle with the God of Corruption, she completely recalled the human figure who was blessed by the power of the ancient spirit and helped her defeat corruption.

However, although her ancient memories were restored, Ignis did not transform into the majestic Mother of Dragons, but still had a dull expression. She was still the carefree silver dragon Ignis who just lived her own life.

"Lord Deya!"

The undead creatures of the Deya hero template were all kneeling on the ground, welcoming their master.

Deya stood on the dragon's body and glanced over the undead creatures.

King Susaitani, King Inglo, the Sword Master of the Ringwraiths, the Pope who turned into the undead, etc., they were all believers of the Eternal God when they were alive.

As Deya's power increased again, all the heroic undead creatures under his command regained consciousness and memory.

However, although they have memories of their previous lives, undead creatures are still undead creatures, and they will not act based on their previous consciousness.

In the cognition of these heroic template undead creatures, the only person they must be loyal to is Deya. No matter what orders Deya gives, they will obey unconditionally.

"Very good! You can finally think on your own without having to rely on me for everything."

Deya showed a look of joy, he had finally waited for the moment when the undead creatures gained consciousness.

Whether it was King Susaitani or King Inglo, they were powerful generals and kings during their lifetime and had extremely rich experience in war. In terms of deploying troops, they were definitely not comparable to Deya.

It’s just that these undead creatures in the past had no subjective consciousness, they could only act according to some simple orders from Deya.

This made it impossible for Deya's Undead Army to exert its full strength.

But now it’s different, when these undead creatures who had rich war experience in their lifetime are resurrected, and when the army they lead is an intrepid undead legion.

The armies led by these living kings are even more powerful than the armies they had when they were alive!

And since they already have their own thoughts, Deya doesn't even need to give orders; they will exercise their subjective initiative to solve the problem.

At this moment, the undead creatures finally regained their former appearance, and they were closer to a race.

The current hero template undead creature is already Deya's death messenger!
"Go, stop these ancient war trees from moving, and send their spirits back to the upper realms!"

As soon as Deya's order was given, the undead army that emerged from the pale flames launched a charge towards hundreds of ancient trees.

Although these ancient war trees are powerful, the undead army is least afraid of sacrifice. They can crawl out of their graves and fight again at any time under Deya's power of death.

What's more, the silver dragon Ignis in the sky also covered the earth with frost.

The most powerful of these ancient war trees were only at the seventh ring. Although their life essence was very high, under the dragon breath of the nine-ring dragon, their bodies made of trees were also frozen into ice in large pieces and collapsed with a loud bang.

Under Deya's gaze, the pale flames that completely burned the area within a radius of several miles transformed into various terrifying monsters, which pounced on the Elf King with their fangs and claws.

The Elf King's body is condensed with almost tangible magical power. He uses his identity as the Elf King to manipulate the magic power of those "city-level" magic wells and build layers of extremely difficult to break defense for himself.

Although his Nine Rings power was fake, it still belonged to the category of Nine Rings. It was difficult for Deya to completely defeat the magical energy accumulated by the elf for thousands of years.

However, the Elf King was unable to hold on alone. Apart from protecting himself, he had completely lost other abilities and could only roar helplessly and furiously.

But all he faced was deep despair.

"Karanthis, stop struggling. Your struggle will only lead to your own destruction."

An old voice sighed.

The high priest of the elves walked slowly into the courtyard engulfed by flames and admonished the Elf King.

The Elf King looked at the High Priest in disbelief and said angrily, "High Priest, have you also betrayed the elves?"

The high priest shook his head and said, "I am only protecting the last spark of the elves. For the past 2000 years, I have been indifferent and have not taken the initiative to influence the development of the elves. Now it seems that this was a wrong choice.

Calanthis, you are not a qualified Elf King, and I shouldn't have any hope or trust in you.

Calansis, stop, for the elves, you should sacrifice yourself!"

As soon as the high priest finished speaking, she began to recite the ancient elven language.

As the high priest's elvish voice rang out, the Elf King discovered that he had lost the ability to control the magic of the Well of Nature.

Without these magical powers, he no longer possesses the power of the Nine Rings, and now he is not even the Eighth Ring!
A huge hand made of pale flames suddenly grabbed the Elf King in its palm. No matter how he struggled, he could not break free. He could only be caught by the huge hand and sent in front of Deya.

(End of this chapter)