Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 389: Fearless and Unafraid of Death
While Du Yi was witnessing this, the elven warrior Suleiman in the distance was already engaged in a fierce battle.

He and his three comrades were surrounded by more than ten wooden golems. These wooden golems emitted strange fluctuations, which seemed to be the power of the planet itself. Although the wooden golems' attack methods were inexplicable, they simply spread their roots to trap them. However, with the advantage of the terrain, the overwhelming roots could not be cut off no matter how hard they tried.

On one side are endless vines and roots, while on the other side, one can only mobilize limited magical power.

For these elven warriors, being captured alive was only a matter of time.

"They captured us alive, not killed us. It seems they want our technology... no, they even want our planet's coordinates."

The elven warrior Suleiman's face darkened, and the other three elves also looked extremely grim.

However, in a sense, this can actually be considered good news. After all, the fact that these vines and roots need to capture them alive means that these local civilizations are actually much worse than the elves. The brief confrontation has already made these elven warriors realize the current problems of this planet.

Aside from the active counterattacks from the earth itself, the wooden figure in front of them seems a bit troublesome. However, this blue planet can only defend itself; even if it wanted to counterattack, it lacks the technology to reach the elves' homeland.

In other words, the elves can unilaterally and without restriction attack this planet without worrying about their homeland being attacked.

"But all of this is predicated on them not obtaining the technology for the teleportation portal, and the coordinates of their homeland."

If they were truly captured here alive, everything would be exposed. The elven warriors were certain that they could not withstand the torture of the wooden figure—this had nothing to do with whether they were strong-willed or not, but rather that anyone skilled in the soul could directly extract their memories, and no matter how tough their bones were, it would be useless.

"So...you all probably already know the answer, right?"

The elven warrior Suleiman looked at his three comrades beside him.

"Any last words? Although our family may not be able to hear them."

The three elven warriors shook their heads in unison.

At times like these, they don't bother saying anything discouraging. Since their family can't hear them anyway, it's pointless to say anything.

It was nothing more than facing death; they were already prepared for that when they landed as the vanguard.

"Alright, remember to shatter the soul and leave no useful information behind."

With that, Suleiman drew his sword and plunged it into his own chest.

The other three elven warriors followed suit.

The runic sword, fueled by the surge of magic, easily destroyed their bodies, and their souls were pulverized—no matter how skilled a soul-searching master was, they could not find any usable information in these broken fragments.

Similar incidents have occurred on various battlefields.

As for those who had already been imprisoned and captured by the wooden figures, they simply swallowed the magic potion hidden in their mouths. The magic potion, activated by the magic power, not only shattered their skulls but also destroyed any possible opportunity to extract information.

All of this was reflected in the distance, onto the wooden board in the hands of the Seed of Creation.

"This……"

The Seed of Creation was stunned on the spot, clearly not expecting that these elves would commit suicide so resolutely.

This is something beyond the comprehension of the Seed of Creation.

In the will of the Seed of Creation, survival is the top priority for all things. After all, living is the foundation of everything, and only by living can one accomplish anything. As for giving up life, that is something that is beyond the Seed of Creation's mind.

What are they doing?

After a moment of stunned silence, the Seed of Creation turned to look at its father.

Although, for it at present, the strength of those elven warriors is negligible.

But as the elven warriors recklessly committed suicide one after another, the Seed of Creation suddenly sensed something that could be called danger. It was a fear it had never understood, and it instinctively wanted to seek answers from its father.

After all, if it remembered correctly, its father had witnessed something similar.

Why would they give up their lives?

"Because for them, some things are more important than life itself."

Looking at the dead elves in the picture, Du Yi also started to feel a toothache.

The Seed of Creation, still in its infancy, might not yet understand what this means, but how could Du Yi not feel that resolute will?

Clearly, this land beneath our feet may have met a truly formidable opponent.

In a sense, the Seed of Creation did at least one thing right: it suppressed the Tahririans immediately. Just as the Seed of Creation said, the Tahririans were truly unable to participate in this battle.

Compared to these iron-blooded long-eared elves, the Tahririans, who had been at peace for several years, were practically unprepared.

It's already a blessing if we can avoid getting into chaos or adding to the chaos.

"so……"

Du Yi looked at the Seed of Creation.

What are your plans for the next step?

"I……"

The seed of creation choked in place.

If it were before, it might have confidently declared that this was its battle, that it had learned everything, and that it would prove itself in this war, that it would let its father witness it, just like the backs of those locals, it also wanted its father to recognize its abilities and skills.

But now...

"I have no idea."

After a moment's hesitation, the Seed of Creation lowered its head.

The plan didn't go quite as expected. It was almost impossible for it to extract the coordinates of the other planet from the elven warriors, let alone know how to get there. The originally ingenious plan got stuck at a crucial point.

"Maybe I should go ask those priests; perhaps they have a solution."

As it spoke, the Seed of Creation turned its consciousness to the Papal Palace to ask the priests questions.

This prompted Du Yi to quickly pull him back.

"There's no need to ask them anymore. Asking them will only make things more confusing... Forget it, since this is the situation, I'll just take care of it."

"……you?"

The Seed of Creation paused, momentarily stunned.

Although it trusts its father almost unconditionally, what good solutions does its father have in the face of the current situation?
"There will always be a way."

Du Yi thought for a moment, then raised its tail.

"Anyway, get me some fresh meat first."

(End of this chapter)