After disintegrating the enemy's defense, the four ninth-level elves each activated their own protective magic and cautiously entered the tower.
As for the natural legions that had fallen weakly to the ground before, they had begun to dry up and turned into dust.
The terrifying things that even the ninth-level experts dare not observe, even if their power is just a trace of the aftermath, these beings below the ninth level cannot bear it.
"What just...happened?"
In the distance of the battlefield, Langton looked at the completely silent battlefield, feeling a little shocked.
Just when the shadow of the strange dark green giant tree was about to appear, Dark Crow urgently blocked Langton's perception, preventing further observation.
Langton also knew that Dark Crow was protecting him and was very cooperative with Dark Crow's actions.
"That is the 'Great Being', and He is resurrecting."
Mentioning this matter, Dark Crow's tone was filled with an indescribable complexity.
"If my memory has not been tampered with, then the person just now is probably the [World Tree], one of the great existences."
"Great existence?"
Langton's mouth opened wide when he heard this. What an incredible existence it is to be able to make Lord Dark Crow, who is at the ninth level of the limit, call him the word "great".
"Stop judging the world with your pitiful opinions, kid Langton. The ninth level is far from the top of the world!
They are living gods. Before the emergence of human civilization, or even before intelligent life appeared in this world, great beings had descended from the underworld and imposed their will on this world."
Dark Crow's tone was faint.
"However, you don't need to know too much about them now. It is very dangerous to touch too in-depth forbidden knowledge when you are not strong enough.
There is no need to have some meaningless worries. Their existence is too far away from you, just like ants cannot understand the existence of Silver Moon.
Okay, call me when you're ready to sneak into that tower and I'll lend you my power. Remember, you only have half a magic hour, and that's ideal. If you overdo it,
The time will be shortened accordingly."
With that said, Dark Crow fell silent again, seeming to be preparing to lend his power to Langton.
"I understand, Lord Darkcrow."
Nodding seriously, Langton lurked patiently again, waiting for the opportunity to enter.
According to his previous plan with Lord Dark Crow, when he thinks the time is right, Dark Crow can use his body to temporarily restore the strength of the veteran ninth level, so that he can intervene in the battle between the ninth level.
Of course, since his body is still very weak compared to the ninth level, there are many restrictions on this kind of borrowed power.
Therefore, he must carefully grasp the timing of using this power.
"...Lord Dark Crow, did they go in a little too long? Is there something wrong?"
After waiting outside for a long time, Langton gradually realized that something was wrong.
In the original evaluation, according to the difference in combat power between the two sides, the final result would occur when the ninth-level elves entered the house no more than half a magic at most.
But now, when time has passed and a spell is approaching, the tower in the distance is always in a state of deathly silence, without any magic fluctuations emitted, and the several ninth-level elves who entered before are as motionless as if they have disappeared into the sea.
"It's really strange. I can't see any magic reaction, and there are no traces of rule fluctuations."
Dark Crow also noticed something unusual.
"What do you want to do, Langton? I'm afraid things have changed that we don't know about."
"...let's go in!"
After hesitating for a moment, Langton made up his mind.
"The elves and we are now allies. If they encounter a trap and suffer heavy losses, when the parliament frees up its hands, we will be in big trouble."
"up to you."
Seeing that Langton had made up his mind, Dark Crow said nothing and just silently lent him his power.
Passing through the battlefield filled with silver metal and sawdust, Langton carefully lurked into the metal tower that originally exuded huge magic waves, but now had completely transformed into a metal tower that looked like an ordinary building.
The scene inside the tower was still the same as the last time he saw it, with a long silvery-white cold metal corridor and tightly fitting metal gates on the walls. The only difference was that all the protective formations had stopped operating.
What surprised him the most was that the ninth-level elves who had entered before left no trace at all.
Langton couldn't figure out what could cause this situation to happen. He could only be extremely vigilant, speed up again, and see the child body of the Seir-class Constructed Spirit [Heinz] that he saw last time.
rushed to the core server room.
Soon, he saw the familiar tall metal gate again.
Although there was no machine constructed to open the door for him this time, after losing the magic protection, Langton easily used magic to control the gate to open.
However, what caught Langton's eyes behind the door was not the huge starlight neural network before, but an empty silver-white hall, with all the original furnishings completely gone.
"It's strange. He disappeared... was he taken away directly by the Elf Crown Princes?"
Looking at the vast empty hall, Langton scratched his head and muttered to himself in confusion.
"Unfortunately, those elves alone may not be able to achieve that level."
But at this moment, an unknown voice suddenly came from the void space, answering Langton's question.
"who?!"
Hearing this sound, Langton trembled all over and instinctively assumed a defensive posture. At the same time, he looked at the source of the sound with a vigilant expression.
"When distinguished guests come, as the owner of this place, you should personally come to receive them."
In Langton's nervous gaze, the silhouette of the federal speaker, dressed in a black and gold aristocratic dress, with brown hair and black eyes, silently appeared in mid-air in the center of the hall, smiling at Langton.
"Welcome to my plane, Langton. The strength you are showing now really gives me a big surprise."
"Loland XV? You didn't really fall into a deep sleep?!"
Seeing the true face of that figure, Langton opened his mouth in surprise.
"You mean my 'body'? It has indeed fallen into a deep sleep."
When this was mentioned, the Speaker showed his hands indifferently.
"However, thanks to this unexpected sleep, I suddenly understood some very important things. As a ninth-level ultimate, why should my will be restricted by this fragile body?"
"Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about, Your Majesty the Speaker."
Frowning, Langton slowly took a step back, preparing for a temporary retreat.
"Don't you understand? It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Then let's change the topic to a more intuitive topic."
Showing a mysterious smile, the Speaker waved his hand, and several hazy scenes suddenly appeared in the air.
Several figures of men and women, bound by heavy demonic shackles, were looking blankly in the direction of the picture that suddenly appeared across the metal bars of their respective prisons.
"You must have some impression of these people, right?"
"Leah?! Teacher Shute! Lord Vio!! What did you do to them?!"
Seeing the haggard appearance of the familiar figures in the picture, Langton's eyes were splitting.
"It's nothing. When those elves came here to visit, I arranged for a few ninth-level people to go out and wander around, destroying several unsightly rebel strongholds. Oh, they seem to call themselves [Light of Hope]."
In response to Langton's reaction, the Speaker raised his hand to gesture to the screen with a leisurely expression.
"They can also see and hear what's going on here now. What do you think? Do you want to say hello?"