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The sky above the battlefield of the ancient tree of life is perpetually shrouded in a thin, pale green mist, an area formed by the overflowing vitality of the ancient tree, where every breath carries the sweet scent of grass and trees.

But on the edge of the battlefield, this sweetness was mixed with the smell of rust and scorched earth.

Ron and his men have been fighting on this battlefield for over a month, and their camp has gradually transformed from temporary tents into semi-permanent fortifications.

Unfortunately, the ancient tree of life kept a close eye on the nine golden fruits on its branches.

Ron initially managed to snatch one when the tree was off guard, and after that, the ancient tree seemed to have eyes.

Every branch in the canopy was swaying warily, making it difficult to get any closer.

He occasionally managed to catch some slightly larger fruits, which were sweet and juicy when chewed.

However, its effect is at best comparable to that of red agate, and not worth mentioning.

Only Edward was considered a treasure.

The combined forces of him and Edward were not small.

To conquer this battlefield, guarded by the ancient demigod tree, is nothing short of a pipe dream.

Ron was quite easygoing about it.

Since he couldn't break through by force, he stopped attacking and instead focused on the scattered fruit and corpses.

Every day, I pluck a few leaves, collect a few broken branches, and gather some crystal cores from fallen monsters. The total income isn't small.

He even joked, "This is no different from clocking in for work."

Days passed by, and Ron was quite happy to have some free time.

Especially for those low-ranking knights, every leaf falling from the Tree of Life is a treasure.

Even if someone is seriously injured, they can be saved with a single leaf of life.

If they can stay here for two or three years, the wealth these knights accumulate will be enough for each of them to go back and advance a major rank.

Unfortunately, the peaceful period lasted only a month or two before change occurred.

It was an ordinary evening, but a new star appeared in the sky!

He is the glorious Emperor Drakens, the Lord of the World.

He personally came, piloting a starship through the warp!

Ron squinted at the horizon, his heart sinking: "Why is he here?"

"The world of elves is completely finished now!"

Drakens stood amidst the stars, glancing only once at Guderian's starship.

Then he turned his head to look down at the earth, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny.

The world's will, it seemed, had also sensed this uninvited guest.

A thin layer of the world's garment is slowly gathering in the sky, as if the earth is forming its last barrier.

At the same time, the High Priest of Silver Moon, far away in the Forest Royal Court, suddenly looked up.

A look of horror crossed her pale face as she looked towards the sky, but she could see nothing.

But that malice had already seeped into her heart along with the trembling of the world's will.

The next second, the sky split open.

A massive dragon claw descended from the sky, carrying starlight-like light, tearing apart the newly formed transparent light membrane without any hindrance.

The electric arcs at the edge of the crack crackled, like the sky bleeding from a wound.

The attack landed precisely on the Dark Moon Forbidden Zone battlefield below.

The sky over the Dark Moon Forbidden Land changed color completely at that moment.

The deep purple twilight was forcibly torn open with a narrow rift, like an invisible giant blade slashing down from the sky.

From the crack, a dark golden figure stepped out—as calmly as if descending the steps of a tall building.

Drakens' dragonscale armor was edged with starlight, each scale reflecting a cold, hard light, like a mirror polished from meteorite iron.

With each step he took into the void, the air beneath his feet would collapse inward and then explode.

It forms visible rings of ripples, as if the whole world is bending beneath his feet.

Drakens had no army behind him, only himself.

But just as this figure appeared above the Dark Moon Forbidden Land, the sound of the entire battlefield was briefly interrupted.

All living beings felt that pressure at the same moment.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was slowly pressing down from the sky, bending everyone's back a little.

The Darkmoon Elves' lines began to falter visibly.

The figure, which had been moving like a ghost through the mangroves, slowed down.

The Dark Moon Queen leaped from the depths of the canopy and landed on the highest branch.

Her long black hair cascaded down her back as she gripped the curved Shadow Dagger, her eyes showing a seriousness and anxiety for the first time.

"Another world ruler..." she murmured to herself.

The first to collapse was the aquatic vine defense line surrounding the Darkmoon Forbidden Zone.

The living barriers that the Darkmoon Elves had nurtured for hundreds of years began to spontaneously contract inward as Drakken approached.

Thick vines coiled and twisted, even the leaves rolled into tubes, as if the plant itself was instinctively avoiding that aura.

The Darkmoon Elves' battlefield is different from the others.

They abandoned the royal court early on and retreated into vast mangrove forests and shadowy woodlands.

The entire area surrounding Star Tear Lake has been transformed into a natural guerrilla zone.

When dragon's breath is sprayed into the mangroves, it only scorches the surface branches and leaves; the roots and stems sink deep into the mud, and new shoots sprout the next day.

The Darkmoon Elves can blend into the night and use the forest as cover to silently approach their enemies.

After slitting his throat with a dagger, he vanished into the dark jungle, leaving no trace.

Although the legions of the Glorious Empire occupied the empty royal court, they discovered that the real battle had only just begun.

As they pursued deep into the mangroves, their feet became entangled in mud, and arrows rained down from above.

One by one, his companions disappeared into the shadows.

Those Darkmoon Elves were as difficult to catch as mice, nimbly darting through the upper layers of the mangroves, shooting and moving on to a different spot.

This put the army of the Glory Empire in a dilemma.

As a demigod, the Dark Moon Queen was always hiding in the shadows to launch sneak attacks.

The Shadow Dagger in her hand was also a world-class treasure, the shadows flowing on its blade seemingly never drying up.

As a result of her assassination attempts, two demigods of the Glory Empire have fallen victim, one seriously injured and the other slightly injured.

However, the cost was equally severe. Without demigods at the front lines, the Darkmoon Elves lost three of their high-level Tier 3 combatants to enemy fire.

This was almost a painful exchange, but they had no other choice.

Relying on this guerrilla tactic of mutual destruction, the Darkmoon Elves actually managed to halt the advance of the Glory Empire.

Of the three main battlefields, this is the one that gives humanity the biggest headache.

They've taken over most of the territory, but the main force hasn't been eliminated, and the hidden danger is like a thorn stuck in their flesh.

Logically speaking, Drakken shouldn't have needed to handle this small matter personally since he came to the elven world.

His true goal is the next lava subterranean world dominated by the Glory Empire.

He arrived a little earlier simply to speed up the progress in the Elf World.

This would allow his main force to be free to prepare.

So he was too lazy to continue playing hide-and-seek with those Darkmoon Elves and directly unleashed divine punishment with his fourth-level power.

He waved for the Glory Empire's legions to withdraw from the mangrove forest, then hovered alone in mid-air.

He raised his right palm, spread his five fingers, and dragon might gathered in the palm, as if dozens of giant dragons appeared behind him.

The next moment, he slammed down with his palm!

An invisible force, like a falling meteorite, crashed into the edge of Star Tear Lake.

That palm strike covered part of the mangrove area, erasing a section of the densely rooted aquatic vegetation and the underlying swamp.

It looked as if someone had used a giant soup ladle to scoop a whole spoonful from the earth.

The lake water surged upwards, creating towering waves several meters high.