“Qin Tian, can you also find the Second Battle Group’s stronghold?”Inside the house, everyone looked at Qin Tian as he walked in.Qin Tian nodded:“The method is the same as this time; one day is enough for me.”Aran asked, “Is it dangerous?”Qin Tian smiled, “I’ve already dealt with the First Battle Group, so what’s the Second Battle Group?”The First Battle Group was the Dark Elves’ strongest main force, led by seventh-tier Morost, with many sixth-tier Dark Elves.The opponents of the Second Battle Group and Third Battle Group were the large Elven tribes. Although their strength was not to be underestimated, with many sixth-tier Elves, they posed no significant threat to Qin Tian.Enira, the first Dark Elf he captured, was currently in the Second Battle Group.This time, he could replicate the Golden Oak Tribe’s feat, personally infiltrate their stronghold, detonate them, and reap a massive amount of evolution points.“Since young friend Qin Tian is confident, this matter will be much easier,” Eastern Yunhai said with a smile.“I suggest we rest for three days to allow the Elven Race to collect the bodies and complete the purification ritual, then destroy the Second Battle Group in one fell swoop.”“I agree!”“Alright!”Aran, the Elf Princess, and the Elf Elder all agreed to this plan.The annihilation of the First Battle Group left behind a large number of bodies. According to Elven Race tradition, they needed to gather these bodies for the Tree God to purify their flesh and souls.This process would take at least one to two days.At the same time, they also wanted to use the Tree God seeds as soon as possible to restore the Dark Forest areas.Three days was just right.When the news of the First Battle Group’s annihilation and Morost’s death arrived, the entire Elven Race erupted in cheers, shouts, and tears. The century-long civil war had caused the Elves immense suffering, with homes destroyed, loved ones lost in battle, and tribesmen sacrificed.The beautiful and peaceful Elf Star had now become a bloody slaughterhouse.Even with Morost’s death and the First Battle Group’s annihilation, those who had passed away could never return.When the bodies of the Dark Elves were transported before the Tree God, the surrounding Elven Race members fell into a terrifying silence.Looking at those familiar faces, the Elves couldn’t help but feel profound sorrow.These were their relatives and friends with whom they had once lived side by side, and now they were seeing them again in such a manner.Why did the Elves have to endure such suffering?What did we do wrong?Many Elves at the scene had red eyes and were quietly sobbing.Aran stood in the center, feeling the sorrowful atmosphere spread. He pursed his lips, suddenly remembering something Qin Tian had told him.Weakness is the original sin. Because they were weak, they were targeted by the evil god.Because they were weak, they had to pay a huge price, losing so many tribesmen, and only with the Empire’s help could this internal strife finally be resolved.If their strength had been sufficient, if there had been an eighth-tier expert within the tribe, this internal strife would have been suppressed immediately at its outset.“Grandfather, Father, Mother, I will certainly shoulder the responsibility of the Elf [N O V E L I G H T] King, protect our tribesmen, and lead the Elven Race to rise again.”Aran lifted his head, the Elf King necklace gently swaying in the sunlight.A gentle breeze, carrying the fragrance of forest plants, softly swept his fringe, and he squinted, gazing at the surging clouds in the sky. In a trance, three blurred faces slowly emerged from the depths of the cloud mist.His grandfather’s wrinkles around his eyes, holding stories of time, were now filled with smiles; his father’s heroic brows relaxed, that warm smile just like when he carried him on his shoulders through the forest as a child; his mother’s dimples at the corners of her lips were shallow, her gentle smile exactly like when she lulled him to sleep when he was young.The three faces carried a familiar warmth, as if time had never passed, returning to those carefree days.Aran’s eyes were slightly moist, and the power surging in his chest was like the endlessly growing roots in an ancient forest, continuously spreading.At this moment, he understood the meaning of the Elf King even more deeply. The crown on his head felt heavier, but his spine had never been so straight.“Let the ritual begin!”The Elf Elder held up pottery jars covered in withered leaves, slowly pouring moonlight wine mixed with dew onto the scorched earth, softly chanting ancient eulogies: “In the cycle interwoven with moonlight and tree shadows, may you break free from the chains of darkness and return to the long river of life.”The other Elves knelt on one knee, their foreheads touching the earth, murmuring sounds rising and falling like wind rustling through forest leaves.Whoosh~~~The Tree God radiated a soft yet powerful emerald green light. Its thick branches, like ancient giant arms, slowly lifted and stretched towards the sky. As the Tree God moved, the light grew stronger, as if to illuminate the entire dim sky.Immediately after, strands of emerald green light extended from the Tree God, like agile vines, rapidly sweeping towards the bodies of the Dark Elves.The moment these strands touched the bodies, they seemed to come alive, beginning to entwine and envelop them. The Dark Elves’ bodies, which had been emitting an eerie black aura, began to gradually dissipate under the embrace of the emerald green strands, like ice melting in warm sunlight.Then, an astonishing scene unfolded.The bodies of the Dark Elves began to turn transparent, transforming into countless shimmering specks of light. These specks of light, like stars on a summer night, emitted a faint but warm glow.They broke free from the earth’s confines, slowly rising and drifting towards the sky. Each speck of light left a faint trail as it ascended, like a meteor streaking across the heavens.The Tree God’s light still shone, seemingly guiding these specks of light. The specks converged in the air, forming a brilliant band of light, then all merged into the earth.As the specks of light merged, leaves rustled, plants grew, and the breath of life spread.The Dark Elves had caused immense destruction to the forest, yet the Tree God used their bodies to nourish the earth anew. This was the best redemption for those fallen souls.Aran placed one hand on his chest and silently murmured:“Tribesmen, rest in peace.”Three days later, Qin Tian stepped into another part of the Dark Forest, and a familiar, decaying scent assailed him.Light distorted as Qin Tian entered stealth mode, slowly and unhurriedly moving deeper into the forest.Dark Elves continuously passed by him, each with a strong sense of vigilance on their faces. The news of the First Battle Group’s annihilation had already spread, and they knew disaster was imminent, but at this point, they had no choice but to fight to the bitter end.After a while, Qin Tian stopped somewhere.Soon, a faint sound of footsteps came from nearby.A slender, tall figure emerged from the forest. Upon seeing Qin Tian, she immediately knelt and respectfully said:“Master!”Qin Tian looked down at his first Soul Imprint target, the Dark Elf Enira.When he left the Golden Oak Tribe, he did not allow Enira to join the First Battle Group to avoid her meeting her old superior, Kielan. Instead, he made a detour to integrate her into the Second Battle Group.Today was the moment for her to once again act as a guide.This time, he wanted his evolution points to break through the 2,000,000 mark.

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