Pulled by the energy released by Ron, the energy contained in the seven dragon crystals surged out like a flood, and the center of all the energy convergence was impressively above the corpse of Alecios.

For a while, the corpse of the evil god, which was originally white and chubby, directly bloomed with colorful light.

Water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light and darkness.

Different energies converge in the corpse, collide, and finally merge.

The original white and chubby insect, under the impact of these mixed energies, constantly changed its shape, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting, sometimes distorting and sometimes elongating, and even the original milky white color was constantly changing.

At the end of refining, no one can guarantee what this thing will eventually become.

On the other side, in Ron's soul, there was a trace of delicate consciousness, silently winding on the ground, crawling towards the insects, trying to enter the corpse of Alecios and take over the body.

Refining the corpse of a god is destined to be a long process.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west.

Everything doesn't seem to be much different from the old days.

The morning sun dispelled the darkness, and the town was covered with a golden veil, which was a little less dark and more bright than before.

Mirabelle was as busy as ever.

Stopping and resting is an absolutely impossible thing for the Elf Queen, and she won't waste even a second of her time on something unrelated.

Mirabelle only knew that if he could find that man a day earlier, a second earlier, he would have an extra chance to live, no matter how ridiculous this opportunity was, she didn't know what the use of her efforts was, she only knew that she would keep trying, always.

I don't know when, the sun has drifted overhead.

The scorching sun scorched Mirabele's body, and the once proud and beautiful Elven Queen was now a mess, her dirty hair soaked with sweat and sticking to her face, dripping down her tiny chin and falling onto the dust-soaked stones, and soon evaporating again.

Pale tongue licked her cracked lips, and Mirabel's small hand reached for the next stone.

Airplanes.

At this moment, Mirabel's movements suddenly stopped, and she suddenly raised her head, and her dirty little face was full of incredulity.

A pair of wide-eyed eyes, even more staring straight ahead, she felt it, just at that moment, she felt a violent impact, coming down the ground under her feet.

In this long, nearly 200 days, this is the only movement in the ruins.

With the strength of Mirabel, it is not difficult to perceive this sudden movement, coming from the depths of the earth.

Immediately after, the pretty face, which had long been unable to see the original color, was filled with indescribable ecstasy, and she couldn't help but scream, for the first time in such a long time, she felt that she wished to be so close to her.

She wasn't sure if it was the man who caused the shock, but at least it was hope.

She wanted to find out where the impact had come from, but the ruins were so big that even after nearly two hundred days of cleaning by Mirabele, it was still a mess.

Just when the elf queen's mood became worse and worse, there was another buzzing sound, this time, more clearly than the previous one.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

It's like the heartbeat of some kind of creature, with a special rhythm.

Moreover, the frequency of the heartbeat seems to be gradually increasing.

Gradually, Mirabelle finally locked on to the direction from which the impact came, right in front of him, about two hundred meters away, right there.

Unable to bear the torment in her heart any longer, Mirabelle let out a hoarse scream, and her body rolled up in a gust of wind and flew in that direction, her increasingly slender body floating in the air, her deeply sunken eyes glaring hard.

Mirabelle didn't care at all about the damage it would do to her body, which was already on the verge of running out of oil, and she almost squandered what little strength she had left.

The furious hurricane swept up the gravel and rubble.

Suddenly, the sky was dusk, covering the sky.

Mountains of ruins are decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She felt that just below this area, there was a life, and his heart was beating.

Thundered!

I don't know how long it has been, just when Mirabel felt that the magic power in her body was almost exhausted, and her body and spirit were exhausted to the extreme, even if she just moved her fingers, it made Mirabelle feel unbearable, and a violent roar suddenly came from the depths of the earth.

This roar was more violent and wilder than any previous impact.

It's like a volcanic eruption, with hot magma erupting from the ground.

Under the violent impact, pieces of rubble burst and scattered in all directions.

A figure suddenly rose from the ground.

The impact of the energy surge had already made it difficult for Mirabel, who had exhausted her magic power, to bear it, and her body was shaky, but she was desperately squeezing the last bit of strength in her body, supporting herself to stay in mid-air.

His wide-eyed eyes ignored the smoke and dust around him, staring deadly ahead.

When he finally saw the familiar figure, Mirabelle could no longer bear it, with a smile on his face, but his body suddenly shook, and under the pull of gravity, he fell downward.

It was that last glance that Mirabelle saw clearly.

He's still alive.

It's really alive.

Hehe.

That's enough.

This long time, the suffering that has been endured, finally paid off at this time.

This poor and stupid elven queen can finally relax at this time, when the pressure on her body is completely let go, the tiredness of two hundred days finally swept over at this moment, and the moment her eyelids closed, Mirabel was already asleep.

[Tick, the system prompts, congratulations to the host, the Elf Queen's favorability has reached one hundred, and she has successfully attacked the Elf Queen Mirabel and obtained the Elf Heart. 】

As soon as he broke free from the dark crypt, the noon sun shone into his eyes, and even Ron felt that his eyeballs were hot and stinging, and he didn't even have time to adapt to the outside environment, and the sound of the system prompt was already falling in his ears.

For a moment, Ron's face couldn't help but be stunned, what the hell?

Before, wasn't the favorability only seventy?

How did it reach a hundred inexplicably, and the strategy was completed?

He shouldn't have done anything during this time, right?

Chapter IV

(End of chapter)