Under the Sunia Sea, oh, maybe in this era, it was not called the Sunia Sea.
This is where the King of Elves lives, the ocean where the undersea palace stands, and the first and last territory of the elves after the great migration.
Colorful corals are piled up in layers. The dead corals serve as the cornerstones of the towering buildings above, while the living ones are connected by spirituality, entwined and intertwined with each other, and together support the dome formed by the water curtain. The more detailed branches are
Decorated with different types of gemstones, the fireweed parasitic on the surface of the coral grows freely, spreading its brilliance throughout the palace with the help of the crystal clear gemstones.
Although it is on the seabed of 10,000 meters, the contradictory aesthetics of the rough and exquisite elves are vividly reflected here, which is no less elegant than the ancient castle of the blood clan, which is famous for its elegance, and is even more grand.
Extraordinarily gorgeous gold and silver art is dotted in every corner, and the surface of the murals that reflect the horror of the storm is floating with silvery white lightning. They swim leisurely like spiritual beings, following the established trajectory, and finally inlaid with pearls, diamonds, and emeralds.
They gathered at the nine steps waiting for the jewelry, forming clusters of flowers.
These lightning bolts usually bloom like flowers in their prime, but now they are twisted into ferocious thorns. The silver-white spikes spread out and release a terrifying heat flow. The terrifying aura belonging to the owner carried by the lightning suppresses the surroundings and stands in the corner.
The elf waiters were shivering, their dark blue hair was unnaturally raised, swollen and thick, as if they were transforming into some kind of evil living creature.
"'Secret'!"
"Shameless blasphemer!"
A sound as loud as thunder suddenly penetrated the palace, and the entire underwater city built around the palace shook slightly under the impact of this almost substantial sound wave. The elves who were on duty at their respective posts or busy with life trembled on the ground and crouched to the ground.
King, his body expressed fear.
The waiter in the main hall collapsed to the ground, with thick black and blue hair wandering on the ground like a python, and the terrifying thunder and lightning illuminated the entire space under the dome of the palace as if it were daytime.
"Strictly speaking, she does not belong to the elf."
On the throne's high platform, a wind wall was raised around the small throne attached to the Coral Throne, blocking the waves of thunder and lightning for the owner.
The "Disaster Queen" Goshinam, who was not affected by her husband at all, played with the golden wine glass in her palm, and her slender white fingers pointed on the delicate gold, giving people a visual enjoyment.
She stared at the blank space of the wine glass that was not covered by the complicated patterns. The finely polished surface reflected the queen's delicate face. The silver pendants under her slightly pointed ears swayed with the breeze, and her high bun did not look ordinary.
"Storm" is tall and thick, just like a mortal woman.
"Perhaps she did possess some of the characteristics of the elves before, but thanks to the gift of Gray Carrie, the power of the Styx purified the characteristics in her body, and now she only belongs to that weird existence."
Sitting on the highest throne, the elf king - Sunya Solem listened to his wife's words, the softer facial contours calmed down slightly, but the violence in his eyes was still there, and the hair wandering around the palace still showed this kind of...
The unique characteristics of mythical creatures. If the waiters who collapsed on the ground had not fainted, they would have mutated into various monsters and been ruthlessly suppressed by their king.
"I will not believe a born liar. She actually tried to make me bow to the false god who claims to be the Creator. It is unforgivable!"
The deep voice suddenly turned into a roar. The handsome and tyrannical king grabbed a spear made of pure lightning and threw it forward.
The thick silvery figure flashed past the throne, and the figure on the throne seemed to disappear for a moment, but before all the ripples broke out, she returned to the seat that only belonged to her.
Goshinam, who was restraining her husband from causing unintentional repercussions when he was angry, glanced at her, her legs covered in long skirts alternated, and her boots made a soft sound on the jade ground.
"Did you find her?"
The electric spear fell to the ground, and Suniyasolim said angrily:
"No."
Immediately afterwards, another roar swept through the elven capital, and the dazzling silver once again illuminated the darkness of the seabed.
"That tiptoeing guy who only deserves to live in the shadows, she probably hid back in Origin Castle. I searched every place guided by 'destiny', but I only found her secret partner."
As he spoke, Suniyasolem's left hand, entangled by the wind, threw the object in his palm to the ground. A piece of floating golden-patterned robe fragments were torn into pieces by thunder and lightning that struck from all directions before it hit the ground.
Coshinam, who was playing with the golden wine glass, looked at the innocent clothes with a cold expression and said calmly:
"Although 'destiny' is not the subject of the 'divineer', it is still very simple for her to have a premonition of danger coming as she controls Source Castle to a certain extent."
"As a monster that is infinitely close to the true God, the words and deeds of 'Mysterious' can sometimes be regarded as a prediction of the future."
Goshinam's jade-like chin turned towards her husband, maintaining the same posture as before, and his tone became softer.
"Perhaps you should really consider her proposal."
"After the fall of Fregra, the madman's young son and daughter not only ran away with the 'Oneness', one of her gods also disappeared."
"Also with everything that has happened in Levished recently, Angelweed has almost no power to fight back when facing the sun god who claims to be the Creator."
Koshinam stared at her husband, and the indifference on his face began to melt.
"I don't believe that 'Mystery' would deliberately let go of a Sequence Two to take away the uniqueness of 'The Fool', and although I don't want to admit it, Angelweed is indeed closer to the 'Sea of Chaos' than you are."
"Sonia, no matter the cost, she is stronger than you."
The Elf King sitting on the throne has a gloomy expression, his relatively soft face gradually deepens in the shadows, the lightning raging everywhere finally begins to converge, the ferocious thorns in the middle of the nine-story steps gradually wither, and the jumping silvery white shrinks towards the center of the earth.
The hair was tied up, and finally turned into a mimicry similar to a lily. The wandering hair like a python picked up the collapsed waiters on the ground and sent them out of the palace.
Suniasolem, who controlled all of this, watched all of this silently, with thunder and storm brewing in his dark blue eyes, and his right hand tightly grasped the electric spear beside him.
Fingers as smooth as jade slowly tipped the wine glass upside down. Nasim accompanied her husband silently, with her high bun tilted to one side.
For a moment, the magnificent coral palace was silent.
After a long period of dead silence, the Elf King finally stood up. She looked down to the end of her sight. All the elves were either praying or busy with their lives. Their voices as rich as the storm set the tone for his wife's euphemistic suggestions.
"The people of my hometown will not surrender."
Suniasolem looked at the dark west in the distance, his eyes were filled with rare softness and no longer violent.
After staring for a long time, she turned to look at her wife, her mouth curved in a complicated way.
"What you said is not correct."
"Although 'Secret' does not belong to any path mastered by any elf, nor is it adjacent to any of these paths."
"This may be considered betrayal in the eyes of barbarians like Ormir and beasts like Angelweed."
"But it seems to me that elves define their fellow humans as much more than that."
Tens of thousands of pounds of sea water supported by extraordinary power floated on the dome, blocking the sunlight. The floating darkness was cast from above and draped on Suniya Solem's shoulders. The tall figure bore it all alone, while the queen below enjoyed the thunder exclusively.
of warm light.
In the eyes of Gao Nasim, this is the end of traveling from the future, bringing another possibility for the survival of the elves.
............
On the turbulent ocean that was dyed golden by the sun, the clock slowly moved under the feet of the tall figure. The Creator with the scorching sun above his head looked down compassionately at the "tyrant" whose body was on the verge of collapse. He had just accommodated the "tyrant" who had not yet fully digested the "utopia".
Countless figures were dragged out from under the waves. Under the "error"'s deception of the rules, these phantoms gradually became real, turning from illusions into entities.
Suniasolim, half of his body disintegrated into lightning and dark blue tentacles, looked around, reflecting the essence of these fake objects with his own eyes.
Seeing these people rise up together with him and then step off the stage early, these former "ancient gods" were reappeared by the power of "visionaries", and they couldn't help but laugh with ridicule.
"I actually saw Gregoria and Fregra fighting side by side..."
She held the electric light spear tightly with one hand and leaned half of her body on this weapon made of pure energy. Her broken body gradually turned into light spots, and countless particles were residual heat, preparing to burst out the final light and heat.
"Even at the beginning, when they were dying recently, I had never seen such a scene."
The corners of Suniyasolem's lips gradually dropped as he kept laughing, and he looked up at the "Creator" who still looked compassionate, his particle body accumulating strength to the extreme.
The final attack was about to break out. The Elf King looked at this man who was about to gather all the uniqueness of the "Sea of Chaos", who was about to reach the old days, and who was about to have the power to shake the gray mist. The corners of his mouth that had just calmed down couldn't help but curl up.
Somewhat unfamiliar, he spat out a word that the "Creator" didn't expect.
"Maozi..."
This Chinese word that was not so surprising coming from the mouth of "Mystery" exceeded the expectations of the calculation of "White Tower" and caught the "Creator"'s surprise for a moment. Sunia Solem was no longer afraid of madness and pollution, and broke out
Expelling the most powerful energy in this life, the particle body completely collapsed and rushed towards the arrogant "Creator" in the most essential form of matter.
Under the 10,000-meter deep sea, the "God of Mystery" ignored the elves who were forced to prostrate in front of the temple. The once proud "Queen of Natural Disasters" knelt on one knee at the front, her delicate face facing the mirror-clear jade ground,
No sadness or joy.
A sudden spiritual premonition shrieked, and Zhou Mingrui, who was in a somewhat complicated mood, raised his head and looked to the west. His sight penetrated the palace dome and the thick ocean current.
The elves who noticed that the restraint was weakening also looked at each other under the inexplicable spiritual intuition. Only Goshinam in the front was still staring at the ground silently, his slightly pointed ears trembling slightly.
The rainbow light mixed with colors cut through the darkness caused by the distance. The elves in the underwater city witnessed the unprecedented light flow that defeated the sun projected on the ground and blasted towards the end of the west with an unstoppable attitude.
Just as hope rose from their eyes and cheers fell, the distant ancient bell broke the silence behind the light stream, and the blazing sun rose from the horizon again.
Only this time, she did not fall. The symbol of authority from the "star realm" firmly nailed the sun to the center of the sky. The "red moon" outside the barrier rose for a moment, and was scorched by the scorching heat of the scorching sun.
Overwhelmed, two different forces competed across the air, and finally informed each other under a certain abnormal balance and symmetry, forming a relatively stable cycle.
The tall phantom of the "Creator" is projected into the mind of every intelligent creature under the power of the authority of the "Dreamer".
She announced the fall of the Elf King Suniatholem, and at the same time declared war on the last ancient god, the Giant King Ormir.
Looking at his friend's imitation of "God", Zhou Mingrui, who was murmuring endlessly, shook his head, dragged his long robe down the nine flights of stairs, and came to the calm-looking Gao Xinnam.
before.
"terribly sorry."
"Queen of Natural Disasters" slowly shook her head, her voice still calm and cold.
"You once gave us a chance to have both, but this is her choice and the elf's choice."
Today's queen did not wear any extra decorations. Her hair was pulled up high and embellished with a pure black hairpin, which was lower than usual.
She lowered her head, her ears filled with cries and desperate wails from the elves, and made the decision she had prepared long ago.
"Suniasolem had foreseen his own outcome before the battle."
"She hopes that after her death, you can preserve the continuation of the elven population."
As he said this, Gao Nasim suddenly paused, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
Zhou Mingrui, whose head was swollen, frowned slightly and smiled nervously.
"She should have said more than that."
The inner struggle continued, but Goshinam continued:
"She, she doesn't like the 'Wind Angel' under the 'Creator', and thinks she is not worthy of inheriting the characteristics of an elf."
Hehe... Hearing the request that was full of Sunya Solem, Zhou Mingrui's nervous smile gained a bit of real emotion.
"What a coincidence, I don't really like Leodro either."
But she then shook her head and refused the request.
"But after all, it wasn't me who defeated Sunia Solem and took away the characteristics from her hands."
"The 'Creator' will have his own arrangements, and as her loyal 'Wind Angel', Leodero is the next designated King of Angels."
His eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the mural on the wall. Zhou Mingrui admired the part about "The elves escaped from their hometown that was destroyed by the disaster under the leadership of the king." Looking down at the clone on duty at Source Castle, he only felt that he had restored the scene.
In part of the history of the First Age, a new fog is slowly dissipating.
She withdrew her gaze and looked down at Coshinam, her face as calm as that of an elf.
"But I can accept another request."
"I would like to swear that I will protect the elves until they fall."