My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

"Angels are coming, you'd better leave quickly."

"The Star Elf King urged."

But Yin Xue didn't move, and neither did Lin Mo.

She looked down at the King and Queen.

"So, what are you all still sitting there for?"

Lin Mo's cold voice rang out, and the king was taken aback.

Yin Xue was even more direct, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him up from the stone slab, then reaching out to grab the Queen's wrist.

"Have you been lying in bed for too long and gotten dizzy? You finally woke up, and your first decision is to wait to die? Once you get to the mainland, there are ways to treat any kind of injury."

The Queen stumbled slightly as she was pulled.

The king opened his mouth as if to say something, but Yin Xue didn't give him the chance.

"Stop talking nonsense. Didn't you just say that your life force was depleted because the pipes had been drained for thousands of years? There are ancient trees of life and alchemy on the continent. What disease can't be cured?"

The king and queen exchanged a glance.

They haven't seen each other's eyes for thousands of years.

During their long years of imprisonment, they each lay on a stone slab with tubes inserted into their heads, unable even to turn their heads to look at each other.

Now that the pipes have been removed, they don't know how to face each other.

But Yin Xue held their hands tightly, not with the power of blood magic, but with ordinary hand strength, gripping them firmly.

"Let's go."

The Queen did not speak aloud; she mouthed the words.

The king glanced at her for a moment, then turned to look at Yin Xue.

"Which way?"

Yin Xue released his grip and turned to point to the other end of the corridor.

"On the lunar surface, the teleportation array we used to get here still has residual magic wave fluctuations that can be activated."

At this moment, Lin Mo had arrived at the hole he had kicked out.

The king finally stopped hesitating: "Alright, in that case, I'll go with you."

He then stood up and followed behind Lin Mo.

Mianmian followed closely behind, her eight legs pounding rapidly on the corridor floor.

Yin Xue pulled the two of them to catch up. Their steps were still unsteady, but they were much better than when they were lying down.

Perhaps the blood that Yin Xue had just poured in had some effect, or perhaps it was because he had been lying down for thousands of years and was being pulled up to walk for the first time, and his body hadn't even realized that it had been completely drained.

The corridor isn't long, but it feels too long when you run through it.

Lin Mo led the way, and occasionally a divine messenger would rush out from a side path, only to be cleaved away by a sword before he could even see who it was.

He didn't turn around, but he could feel the presence of the four people behind him... Yin Xue's rapid breathing, Mian Mian's wildness, and the faint but steady fluctuations of the King and Queen's spiritual power.

"We're almost there."

Yin Xue said in a low but urgent voice, "The place we stumbled into is just around that bend. After we get back, we'll go to the Elven territory first, lie down under the Tree of Life for a while, and then find Liu Yishou. That old man may be a chatterbox, but he's not stupid..."

As she spoke, her footsteps led the way.

She spoke very quickly, as if using these words to block out something she didn't want to face.

The transparent pipes on both sides of the corridor still flowed with pale blue spiritual energy. Every bit of light flowing through those pipes had been extracted from their bodies, and now they became the only illumination in this darkness.

The king was panting, his knees trembling with every step he took, but his voice was surprisingly steady.

"Are there still people on the mainland who know how to concoct potions? I remember when we left, something called alchemy had just been invented, and the highest level they could achieve was only enough to make hemostatic powder."

Yin Xue scoffed disdainfully at the mention of "hemostatic powder".

"The alchemical airship is almost finished."

"airship?"

"A ship that can fly in the sky."

"A ship that can fly in the sky."

The king repeated it, taking a breath.

"When we left, the fastest mode of transportation was still the dragon's flying mount."

"The dragon race is different now. The Dragon Emperor has changed. Now it's a mixed-blood golden dragon named Ajin, whom Lin Mo helped to get on the throne. We'll give you two dragon mounts, no, we'll directly assign you a team of golden dragon guards."

As Yin Xue spoke, he didn't even realize that his speech was getting faster and faster.

She filled the air in the corridor with her words, leaving no room for silence.

She knew, of course, that the two people behind her were walking slower and slower, and their breathing was getting heavier.

But she also knew that as long as she kept talking, they wouldn't stop.

As the Star Elf King listened, the faint light in his eyes slowly brightened.

I'm not really that interested in airships and dragon mounts.

Rather, it was the rich emotions unique to the Star Elf race that allowed him to visualize a scene of the continent in his mind based on Yin Xue's words.

Going back might not be so bad...

He exchanged a glance with the Queen, both seeing the longing in her eyes.

Only then did the two of them begin to think about surviving.

"We're almost there."

Lin Mo's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the two of them.

At the same time, at the end of the corridor, less than 100 meters away, a hole appeared.

Through the cave entrance, one can see the scene outside, littered with the corpses of strange beasts.

Once you escape from there, you can go home.

However, at that moment, Lin Mo suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His senses were faster than Yin Xue and Mian Mian, faster than anything else alive in the base.

His mental attribute, exceeding 1.2 million points, granted him an almost precognitive intuition for danger.

He sensed a very thin, extremely threatening line shooting silently from the corridor behind him.

"hide--"

He didn't finish speaking.

The queen, who was at the very back, stopped walking.

She leaned forward and fell, her knees hitting the stone floor, and she fell sideways.

There were no wounds, no blood, and no signs of attack.

Her eyes were still open, her silver pupils staring unfocused at the ceiling, and she had stopped breathing.

Yin Xue stopped in her tracks.

She turned around and stared wide-eyed at the Queen lying on the ground.

She stopped almost instinctively, recalling all the healing spells, all the life-activating formations, and all the blood magic techniques that had saved Lin Mo's life on the continent.

She used them all.

No response.

The queen's body lay quietly beside her, the light in her silver eyes completely gone.

It wasn't just serious injury and near death; it was death.

There was no buffer between the impact and death, no struggle, no time for her to be saved.

This is instant death.

He turned around and looked at his lover who had fallen to the ground.

She saw Yin Xue kneeling beside her, his hands trembling.

His expression was calm.

It's not indifference, not numbness, but the kind of utter calm that remains after digesting a fact in a second.

His lover died, and he didn't even hear her fall, just three steps behind him.

But the moment her mental energy fluctuations disappeared from his perception, he already knew.

The spiritual connection that had bound them together for thousands of years, and from which their spiritual energy had been jointly extracted for thousands of years, was severed.

He showed no sadness, but simply said to Lin Mo, "This is the angel's instant-death skill. It's powerful, but has an extremely long cooldown. Once used, it can't be used a second time for a short period of time."

His tone was steady, as if he were stating some trivial tactical intelligence.

Lin Mo stared at him: "What do you want to do?"

The king did not answer.

He turned around and took his first step back the way he came.

Yin Xue grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing!"

The king's wrist slipped from between her fingers.

His spiritual energy surged violently in that instant; the Star Elf King, thousands of years old, ignited his soul with the last bit of his life force.

His figure grew smaller and smaller in the light and shadow at the end of the corridor, and then his mental energy fluctuations disappeared from Lin Mo's perception.

Like the Queen, there was no struggle, no screams, no wounds.

He accepted his wife's death in one second, and his own death in the next.

Yin Xue knelt on the spot, with the Star Elf Queen lying in her arms.

At the other end of the corridor, two figures slowly walked out.

They were at least three meters tall, dressed in pure white robes, the hems of which dragged on the ground without making any rustling sound.

A golden halo floated above his head, slowly rotating, each rotation emitting a ripple of pale golden energy.

Their faces were mostly covered by hoods, with only their chins showing.

The outline is so perfect it's unreal, as if it were cast from a mold.

One of the angels was dragging the corpse of the Star Elf King in its hands.

"Lin Mo, the crimes you have committed are capital offenses. Why don't you accept your punishment on the spot?"

Lin Mo slowly raised his head to look at the two angels.

His brow furrowed slightly, as if he were pondering something.

"I don't understand."

The two angels tilted their heads slightly and exchanged a glance.

"What don't you understand?"

Lin Mo slowly drew his black sword, the blade sliding out of its sheath.

"I don't understand, you no longer have the skills to kill me, so how dare you talk to me like that?"