I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

This ruin existed long before the academy was established, and it was not a product of imperial technology. As things stand, apart from these ruins scattered throughout the continent, the technology to keep the gates open in this world has been completely lost.

The contestants will be transported from here to the Elemental Spirit Realm and board a ship prepared by the Divine Ritual Academy, the organizer of the Spirit Sword Dance Festival.

The other two teams selected by the college were already ready to go in front of the gate.

The second-place team, the Pterosaurs, is composed entirely of upperclassmen.

They gave the Uruk team members a cold look before immediately turning their gaze away.

Although they are teams selected from the same academy, they will become rivals once the Elf Sword Dance Festival begins.

Jill simply chuckled softly, "A defeated opponent."

Jill had faced this so-called Pterodactyl team before, but at that time Jill was still in her prime, able to use the Gate of Babylon at will, and easily crushed her opponents.

Even Enkidu didn't make a move; Gil easily wiped out the entire enemy team all by himself.

“But… apart from Alice, you guys are really quite aloof, aren’t you? You don’t even have a single friend to say goodbye to?” Gil glanced at the students behind them seeing off their friends, then at Alice surrounded by the girls of the Wind King Knights, and said.

"There's no need to say goodbye to the roots at all."

"Well... I mean, it's only been a few days since I left the academy."

"Yeah, that's...that's way too exaggerated, isn't it?"

The way the three girls looked made Gil feel ashamed.

"It really is……"

Is Chapter 230 really all there is to it?

"Alright, everyone, let's go in."

Teacher Freya ran her fingertips across the stone pillar, and the ground shone with a blue light.

A gate connecting the mortal world and the realm of elemental spirits has appeared.

Jill was the first to step out and walk through the door.

Jill first felt a dazzling flash of light, followed by a moment of dizziness that made her feel upside down.

The teleportation involved traversing space, a feeling that had occurred before, so Jill wasn't uncomfortable at all.

Jill looked around.

The forest is filled with lush, verdant trees, and a vast lake lies in the distance.

The lake water was as bright as a polished mirror, a product that existed only in the realm of elemental spirits. Numerous shimmering orbs floated on the lush, aquatic plant-covered shore, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

"I've been to this lake before when the college was doing off-campus teaching."

Claire landed lightly on the muddy ground.

Members of other teams were also teleported over one after another.

"By the way, where's the ship?"

Lian looked across the lake but couldn't find anything that looked like a boat.

"Where are you looking? Look, over there—"

Claire shrugged and pointed to the sky that was faintly visible through the gaps in the trees.

A boat was floating in the air, casting a huge shadow on the lake.

“A Beval-class airship…” Gil muttered to himself, squinting.

That was the latest type of airship bearing the holy name of the Wind Elf King.

The ship has a streamlined cabin like a whale, uses elven mechanisms made in the Kingdom of Balustan as its power source, and the building materials on the ship's surface seem to be made of sacred wood that is over six thousand years old.

This is the ship that will guide the elf envoys who will perform the sword dance for the Elf King to the stage of the Elf Sword Dance Festival.

Jill's eyes sparkled. "If only I could use Vimana."

Unfortunately, from now on, Jill will not be able to use too much power; he must start to hone his skills.

“Alright… I also want to see what I can achieve on my own…” Jill touched her right hand, “and see if there are any opponents I like.”

……

The spaceship floated on the ether-filled clouds, gliding forward.

The destination is Ragnar Isle, one of the sacred realms in the Elemental Spirit Realm.

That's the venue for this year's Elf Sword Dance Festival.

Originally, this place was a sacred area that only priestesses of the [Divine Ritual Hall] who served the Elf King were allowed to enter and exit, but during the Elf Sword Dance Festival, it was also opened to the general public.

Jill stood alone on the deck, enjoying the breeze.

This is the Sky Ship; the other young ladies have already gone to the lounge.

Jill gazed quietly into the distance.

"Are the Destruction Factor and the World Fragments all there...?" Jill pondered. "This is a bit troublesome..."

"Even the Elf King has been infected... Template, is there a way to directly destroy the Destruction Factor without harming the Elf King?" Gil asked, fiddling with the Class card in his hand.

"No."

"There's nothing we can do about that... but the Destruction Factor would also be troublesome if it encountered elves... the important thing is that Alphas Theocracy."

The religious state of Alphas is a small country sandwiched between two powerful nations—the Austroasiatic Empire and the Duchy of Doragonia—on its east and west sides. Its main resource is elven ore mined from the mountains; however, the country's immense wealth actually comes from the mining and trade of elven magical equipment.

Among the ancient elven magical armor unearthed in the Kingdom of Alphas, many housed extremely powerful sealed spirits. It is said that during the past Bluebar War, they, as the only neutral nation, reaped enormous profits by supplying military spirits to other countries.

Furthermore, although its authenticity cannot be verified, it is said that the headquarters of the black market merchant organization "Mukuro Alliance" is also located in this country, which has drawn criticism from various countries.

The reason why such a country has been able to survive to this day without being invaded by the surrounding great powers is not only due to the leader's skillful diplomacy, but also because it is located at the crossroads of two opposing powers.

"A country that worships the Demon King..." Gil squinted. "It doesn't feel very pleasant."

……

At an altitude of four thousand meters—

A small combat boat appeared directly below the airship carrying the representatives of the Elf Sword Dance Festival.

It lurks in the forest, waiting for its prey to come to it.

The metal cabin door opened, and a young girl with a youthful appearance stepped out.

The girl's dark gray hair, tied up on both sides, swayed in the strong wind blowing in her face.

"I've found you, my dear sister."

The girl smiled slightly, and then began to chant the spell for the release of the elves.

Instantly, the ring on her middle finger emitted a red glow.

then--

"Alright, let's wreak havoc! Destruction Spirit [Gaze of the Dead]!"

A gigantic black monster emerged from the crack that appeared out of nowhere.

……

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

With a deafening roar, the airship began to shake violently.

"...An enemy? Or a test?" Jill narrowed her eyes, then raised her hand. Golden ripples flashed, and a huge golden cross landed beside Jill's hand.

A huge shadow was cast between the clouds.

In an instant, the clouds splashed open like waves, and a black monster emerged from them!

It is about ten meters long and looks like a ray swimming in the sea.

Unlike the ray, the monster has a huge red eye on its head.

"Military elves... I see, you wanted to eliminate your rivals? Too bad you chose the wrong target..."

Jill picked up the chain of the Oath of Judah from the side, then swung it around twice and smashed it down!

boom!

As the sound rang out, the military elf's head was struck hard, and the spike beneath the Oath of Judah, used to hold the Oath of Judah, pierced the military elf's hard shell.

“Nice!” Jill simply leaped up and jumped onto the back of the military elf.

With his complete memories, Gil immediately recognized the elf's true form.

That was the gaze of the dead, a military spirit once used as the main force by the Doragonian army.

Military spirits that should have been sealed and abandoned at the end of the Rambar War.

But that didn't stop Jill from taking action.

"Soul Flash - Eight Desolations!"

Crimson crystals spread all around, then suddenly shattered!

The breaking of the crystal also symbolizes the breaking of space.

This is already a sword technique at the level of magic; the shattering of space is something that even the hardest body cannot withstand.

The giant ray let out a mournful cry and then plummeted toward the ground.

The spot where I was injured by Soul Flash - Eight Desolations has now become a hollow!

It felt as if someone had used a knife to cut a piece of it out!

"Is that all?" Jill swung Judah, the cross slamming onto the ship's deck, and Jill exhaled.

As the [Gaze of the Dead] gradually fell, the light in Jill's eyes grew even colder.

Chapter 231 The Return of the Dark Elf (Bonus Chapter for Shipment)

Although Jill dealt with the military elf quickly, it still managed to hit the ship a few times, and the commotion attracted some people to come out.

Jill has returned to the ship, clutching the chains of Judah's oath.