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But Ron would never admit it.

He told the public that the Star Tree Battlefield was extremely difficult to fight.

Even the Grand Duke on his side has died.

The rest were all seriously injured.

This is absolutely not his fault.

Blame it on the elves' cunning and Carlos's recklessness.

He has nothing to do with being the chosen one of this world.

On the contrary, he should be commended; his Star Tree Battlefield was the second battlefield he conquered.

The first one, the Heart of the Annual Rings, was also destroyed.

Strictly speaking, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this the first major victory for humankind since landing on Earth.

Therefore, in the face of defeat in the World Tree battlefield.

Command wanted him to provide support, but Ron refused again, citing his serious injuries and need to recuperate.

He said he would never team up with a business alliance!

One scumbag is enough!

And so, Ron and his legion remained holed up in the Star Tree Battlefield, digging up trees.

More than two months later.

The Legion has finally completed the excavation of the Star Tree's root system.

The reason it took so long was entirely because Ron had given instructions.

Don't damage its roots; after all, it will be yours eventually.

Therefore, these knights dared not make any big moves and could only dig little by little with iron spades.

Including the time spent digging earlier, and with the help of Xing Shu, it still took nearly 4 months to dig.

During this period, other battlefields were advancing rapidly, with frequent reports of victories.

Only Ron's side remained completely silent. Eventually, even command almost forgot about Ron.

Fortunately, the excavation of the Star Tree was finally completed today.

The star tree has gathered its root system into a giant ball, which is larger than its canopy.

The light flowing within it also stopped flowing.

Only then did it completely stop relaying messages for the elves in the elf world.

"Hehe, it really loves the elves of the elf world."

Ron saw this but didn't say anything, though he felt a chill in his heart.

"Hmph, we'll talk about that after you get into the little garden."

Then Ron told Startree not to resist, and Startree didn't notice anything wrong, so Ron simply put it into the small garden.

The small garden is just the right size for star trees, but the root system might not be able to spread out.

But it's okay, let's squeeze in first.

Ron had already released all the fairy insects and women from the small garden in advance.

As soon as Xing Shu entered the small garden, Ron revealed his true colors.

Margaret, Ron, Victoria, and Aegon the Red Dragon.

They surrounded the star tree in the small garden.

As soon as Xing Shu saw Ron's appearance, he knew something was wrong.

"It got tricked! Damn it, did it go too far?"

An ancient, giant face began to appear on the main trunk of the Star Tree.

It tried to beg Ron for mercy. But Ron had no interest in listening.

He immediately ordered the little red dragon to step forward.

Aegon arrived in front of the Startree trunk and directly sprayed a wisp of gray flame onto the Startree crown.

The moment the flame touched the bark, it neither ignited nor spread; it was like a drop of water seeping into dry sand, silently sinking into it.

Then, she stepped back to Ron's side and whispered:

"here we go."

The star tree's response is slow.

There was no reaction when the flame went down. He didn't know what it was, but it was definitely not a good thing.

It couldn't stop Aegon from breathing fire at it at all.

Even though he is a demigod, Aegon is a third-rate god.

Xing Shu tried to extinguish the flames on its body, but no matter how hard it tried, it seemed unable to reach the flames.

After Aegon saw that the Star Tree was powerless to resist, he continued to pour flames into it.

Perhaps the number of flames had finally reached a sufficient level, for the giant face on the Star Tree trunk began to show an expression of pain.

After about ten breaths, a very faint gray ripple began to appear on the surface of the tree trunk, slowly spreading outwards from where the flames had penetrated.

Then, a very low tremor came from inside the tree trunk, as if something was being stirred up from within.

The tremor wasn't physical, but rather mental; the gray flames, as if finding accelerant, began to surge even more fiercely.

The star tree began to vibrate.

It frantically pounded the flames with its canopy, trying to alleviate the pain, but to no avail; instead, it knocked off a lot of the star foil.

The bluish sheen on the tree trunk began to flicker, and the roots spread out, thrashing about wildly in an attempt to lessen the pain.

Many things in the small garden were destroyed by the flying roots.

However, Ron had already prepared for everything in the small garden to be destroyed.

At this moment, he, Margaret, and Victoria were gathered around the Star Tree.

If any unexpected changes occur, the three of them will step in.

Surprisingly, Star Tree really doesn't have any other means; it's a pure support character.

The means of attack are almost non-existent.

The Star Tree's struggle did not last long; its pain could not be conveyed through sound, but the falling star foil was its way of expressing itself.

Each time a piece of star foil detaches from the tree canopy, it's as if the spirit of the star tree is being torn apart, burned, and suffering immense pain.

Ultimately, Star Tree transmitted a message to Ron through mental power.

It begged for mercy; this time it was truly willing to submit, only asking Ron to stop burning!

But Ron completely ignored him.

For him, he would rather have a mindless Star Tree.

It's better than having a rebellious Star Tree.

At this moment, in various parts of the Elf World.

Deep in the distant forest, the elves who held the star foil had stopped what they were doing.

They looked down at the star foils on their waists or in their hands that lit up at the same time, emitting a slight tremor, as if conveying some message that could not be expressed in words.

"The Star Tree is crying for help!!"

Some elves even paused in their act of bandaging their wounds.

The light lasted for about ten breaths before slowly fading away, as if the last bit of warmth had been drawn away.

The news spread quickly and aroused great resentment among the elves.

That night, the Elf King from the Forest Royal Court came down from the battlefield.

Having learned of the Star Tree's distress call, the Star Tree is being destroyed!

The Elf King's face darkened in the candlelight, and the surrounding attendants and generals remained silent, none of them uttering a word.

He stood there in silence for a long time, as if processing a fact that was unfolding, and finally whispered:

"Are the Celts still on the other side of the World Tree?"

"Yes," someone answered in a low, choked voice.

"It will be difficult to get there in a short time!"

The Elf King said nothing more, walked to the wall, his gaze falling on the map of the Elf World hanging on the wall, and his finger gently pressing on the location of the Morning Star Tree.

Then he closed his eyes in pain, his face full of guilt!

The Morning Star Tree sacrificed so much for the elves.

But the elves could do nothing to help it with its suffering.

From within those star foils came the painful cries of the star trees.

It's worth noting that even when the Star Tree was captured, it didn't do this; it was still transmitting messages to the elves.

It's easy to imagine the immense pain it's experiencing right now.