Julianne, like Dinah and Anita, is an atypical elf, but in one way, unlike them.

That is, under the wash of time, even if she is strong and in a high position, she still retains a little bit of her original temperament.

Just like this time, she wants to gamble, so there are some things that she can't tell Anita, because Anita definitely doesn't agree.

Shattering and rebirth, this is the doctrine of the Holy Book of the Night.

Convincing the Council of Elders to postpone the ceremony, Ainita didn't have to say much before they had to agree.

Although there are many in the Presbyterian Church who believes that Julianne becoming the Pope of the Night is a betrayal of the goddess of nature, now that she is willing to return here for the sake of the elves, it is naturally difficult to gossip.

There is also a value to Julian's own strength, compared with the Church of Light, the Night Church can barely be said to be infamous, except for the conquest of Kaufman, it has not stirred up the storm on the mainland.

But the sect of one religion, the closest person to the gods, is not just talking.

The elves had reached the point where they had decided to survive in the future, and the Council of Elders would not want to let it go.

Everything was going according to plan, and the elves from other places came one after another, to the Tree of Life.

When some humans or orcs living in the Western Continent wanted to change something, they suddenly found that the entire tribe was empty.

Not only that, but some of the merchants who were panning for gold here also found that the originally intact harbor was suddenly forbidden to be used, and although the elven tribe would provide daily supplies, no ships were allowed to leave the port and enter the port, and the entire Western Continent seemed to be closed.

As for the guests, since the day they found out that the mother tree had begun to wither, the elven tribe had refused to allow any outsiders to enter.

After a long time, it also attracted the attention of outsiders, especially the arrival of the ships of the Night Church two days ago, which shrouded the entire elven tribe in fog.

Some say that the goddess of nature has sent down an oracle, and the elven tribe is interpreting the will of the gods.

There is also speculation that it may be that the Night Pope's unknown ritual failed, so he planned to unite the elves to attack the three principalities.

But these are just speculations, and in addition to blocking the news, the real elves are only prepared to see death as home.

On this day, the elven warriors who were guarding the territory outside the tribe were called back, and all the elves gathered around the tree of life.

If the clearing could not be placed, they stood on the staircase-like vines, and if they could not stand on the vines, they stood on the branches, and even so, the dense elves still circled around the periphery of the tribe.

They have a long lifespan, low fertility, and the tree of life is far less fertile than it thinks.

But more than 1,000 years since their birth, there are still considerable people.

It's sunset again, and the dusk sunlight bursts into the clearing through the cracks in the canopy, as if like the elves, they want to use the last bit of light to rekindle the flames of tomorrow.

The runes around the Tree of Life were redesigned by Julianne, black and green lines mingled, heavy with a hint of sadness.

Ainita, dressed in white, and Julianne, dressed in black, stood and sat with the Tree of Life in between.

In a circle outward, there were the elders of the Council of Elders, behind which were the elders of the other tribes, and then the powerful elves.

By extension, the outermost people were the weakest, and they couldn't even see the Tree of Life anymore, but they still knelt on the ground, whispering the name of the goddess of nature.

Their faces are different, there are expectations, there are fears, there are apprehensions, but more often they are determined.

When the night finally came, the natural fluorescent plants kept the place bright without lights, and the elders looked left and right, and finally their eyes fell on the solemn Anita, and the weak and almost unconscious Julian.

When a wisp of insect chirping fell, Anita, who had been closing her eyes, revealed her bright eyes, and when she raised her hands, the fluorescent plants around her suddenly increased in brightness, and the whispered prayers of all the elves also stopped, turning into silent thoughts in her heart.

Then, Anita's voice resounded throughout the forest, without the intricate embellishments of the church, just the most primitive worship and reverence for the god who gave them life.

Every green leaf, every plant in the forest became Anita's mouthpiece, so much so that the human camp far away from them also looked this way.

In an instant, the whole forest came to life, the branches that had just broken sprouted again, and the weeds that had just fallen rose again.

The abundant life force emanated from the large array of runes that lit up, as if it was really the goddess of nature descending.

And in this sea of life, Julian, who had been whispering prayers, seemed a little small, but unconsciously, the momentum of the black runes slowly overtook in the silence.

Julianne's face gradually returned to ruddy, and she and Ainitta were like two twin stars, shining with their own light.

The majestic power kept pouring into the tree of life, and the magnificent power of faith soared into the sky.

In the kingdom of God, Alena, Butterfly, and Wells looked down quietly, the elf clan gang is going to help, otherwise Cassia is not easy to explain there, but how to help has become a problem.

Butterfly does not have all the natural authority, she is only a small part of it.

"What should I do?"

Wells shook his head.

Butterfly looked at the elf tribe below, the power of the ritual poured into the trunk of the tree like a mud cow into the sea, and the outermost elves had already begun to fall.

Thinking in an instant, she gritted her teeth, and her heart was horizontal: "I don't know what to do, just use the easiest way." ”

As she spoke, Die'er raised her hands and pressed down fiercely towards the world.

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Elven tribe, Anita's face began to change, and cold sweat flowed from her forehead, but the tree of life was still like that, dry and dead.

Suddenly, a birdsong seemed to sound in the ears of all the elves, and a powerful wave came from the dark night sky, surging towards the Tree of Life.

"Goddess......," Anita murmured.

The Tree of Life has changed slightly, but there is no sign of revival except for the yellowing bark that has become greener.

"The goddess has answered us!

Anita's voice reached the ears of all the elves, including the Night Pope Julian.

On the other side of the trunk, the corners of Julianne's mouth curled, and then her gesture changed suddenly, and the prayer in her mouth changed completely.

The black runes that spread throughout the tribe floated to the ground, whether it was a ritual or the power that poured out from the kingdom of God, and the foothold suddenly changed from the tree of life to Julian.

Ainita and the elders spat out mouthfuls of blood, and the rest of the clan fainted.

Julianne's momentum grew wildly, and her whole person floated into the sky, and with a twisted cracking sound, the entire tree of life turned into powder.

Anita fell to the ground, looking at Julian in the air incredulously, shaking her head.

"No! Why did you do this? Why did you do this? Julianne!"

In the sky, Julianne's eyes were all black, and she looked down at Anita.

"Anita, as I said, the two gods have a chance of saving the Mother Tree. ”

Before the words fell, infinite suction power came out of Julianne's palm, sucking Ainita, and those forces began to pour into her body.

In the kingdom of God, Butterfly's eyes widened and she wanted to stop, but was stopped by Wells.

"Don't stop!

The power of the Kingdom of God kept falling, but Julian's eyes became more and more calm, and the two of them were already shrouded in layers of light, and half of the Western Continent seemed to be in the daytime.

Finally, a bell rang, the light disappeared, and Julianne and Anita's bodies fell to the ground in unison, landing on the original tree of life.

Their skin began to swell, green and black veins became apparent, and their limbs twisted into the shape of tree roots and dug into the ground.

Finally, under the gaze of the elders, who were not much awake, their bodies continued to grow, and after a sound of trees rubbing, they turned into a new tree of life.

It's just half green, half black.

And the kingdom of God, the golden lake boiled, and two figures surfaced.

Wells patted Butterfly on the shoulder, you see, night and nature, you are relaxed now.

As he spoke, Wells also bowed at the two, and then the figure slowly disappeared and returned to hell.

Lana looked at him as she returned, sowed a handful of seeds and asked, "Got a new friend?"

Wells nodded, but didn't speak, because there was something he didn't mention just now, that is, why did the dean agree to Julianne's ascension to the throne at this time?

Could it have been the Dean's foresight, or was it just a coincidence, simply because Julianne had borrowed the blood of those worshippers during the previous Night Ritual?

Wells couldn't guess, but he closed his eyes and sensed it, and there was still no trace of the dean.