The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Meanwhile, as the Star Hunters of the Fallen Leaf Court were frantically driving their vehicles toward the Rift Abyss...

In the plane where the Elf Forest is located, a one-sided crushing victory has come to an end.

The entire Elven Forest, a race that usually stands high above others and considers itself the darlings of nature, has chosen to submit under Elonnis's leadership.

There's nothing we can do if we don't give in.

Elonnis originally thought that, having received the blessing of the great being, the Prophet of the End, he had at least crossed the threshold of becoming a messenger of the gods.

Even if they can't sweep across the entire star realm, they can at least reign supreme in this remote and impoverished place.

But when Vera and her Star Hunters actually made their move...

He then realized how terribly wrong he had been.

That kind of violence, which transcends the understanding of the current plane, is something that his meager divine power cannot withstand.

Vera didn't even bother to draw her sword properly; she simply swung a skill casually and chopped his Emerald Barrier, along with half of the palace, into firewood.

It can be said that in the face of absolute power, pride and faith are nothing but bubbles that burst with a single prick.

Jade Palace.

This perfect work of art, formed naturally over countless eras, is now a desolate ruin.

In the center of the hall stood the vine throne that originally belonged to Elonnis and represented the highest power of the Elven race.

Today, it's Vera sitting there with an air of authority.

She placed one foot on the armrest of the throne, while the other dangled in mid-air, swinging rhythmically.

The dark red longsword wasn't sheathed; instead, it was casually rested on the floor, the tip still dripping with elven blood.

Below the steps, the once high-ranking elven leaders were now kneeling on the ground in unison.

They all lowered their heads like quails that had been frightened into submission, their bodies trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Vera pulled a crumpled cloth from her pocket and slowly wiped the blood off the back of the knife.

The fabric rubbed against the metal, producing a dull "sizzling" sound. With each sound, the shoulders of the elves below would hunch.

After wiping for about half a minute, Vera casually tossed the rag aside, and the rag rolled down to Elonnis's knees.

"Alright, stop shaking, everyone."

Vera glanced at them, her tone laced with mockery: "Since you didn't act foolishly at the last minute and chose to back down, then I'll consider you smart."

"Working with smart people can save you a lot of effort."

She changed her posture, resting her elbows on her knees and leaning forward.

"So... I have a few questions for you, and I hope you'll answer them honestly. Anyone who tries to play riddles with me will be stuck thinking with their guts for the rest of their life. Understand?"

Upon hearing this, Elonnis felt so frustrated he wanted to grind his teeth to dust.

Unfortunately, no matter how aggrieved he felt, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.

Therefore, he could only lie on the ground with his hands on the ground, his voice hoarse: "Sir... please ask whatever you want, we dare not hide anything."

"Hmm! Good attitude."

Vera raised an eyebrow, quite satisfied with the old elven's attitude: "First question, in your remote, impoverished place, have there been any... higher-dimensional realm drops lately?"

These words shocked the previously trembling elf leaders.

Their faces showed obvious surprise and confusion.

Several elderly elf leaders even dared to exchange glances.

They were clearly stumped by the question.

They weren't unaware of what a "higher-dimensional secret realm" was.

On the contrary, these four words were written with the blood and lives of countless ancestors in the history of the Elven race.

Even a centuries-old fellow like Elonnis would have his heart skip a beat upon hearing that word.

He certainly knew the value of the higher-dimensional secret realm.

Take, for example, the forbidden area that is now the core of their elven race, Sunset Valley.

That is a real, high-dimensional secret realm.

Of course, that secret realm appeared more than three thousand years ago.

According to the records of the Elf History Museum, the sky suddenly tore open, and that secret realm, carrying terrifying power of rules, crashed down on the Elf Forest.

In the struggle for ownership of that secret realm, the Elven race almost exhausted its entire fighting force, battling for two hundred years against several other powerful races on that plane.

It took a painful price—the extinction of several generations—to barely subdue them.

The reward was also astonishing: they brought out the clan's treasure, the mythical-level equipment [Twilight's Radiance - Moon Spirit Staff], from [Sunset Valley].

It was precisely because of the divinity overflowing from this staff that the Elven race established itself as one of the dominant powers in the planes for the next three thousand years.

But that was the almanac from three thousand years ago.

"In response to your question."

Elonnis suppressed his doubts and carefully chose his words to answer: "High-dimensional realms...we do know about them."

"Even within our own race, this phenomenon existed, but that was three thousand years ago!"

"Since then, for three thousand years, there has been no sign of any higher-dimensional realms descending upon our plane."

He paused, seemingly afraid Vera wouldn't believe him, and quickly added, "My lord, the descent of a secret realm is a world-shaking event. If it really happened here, we couldn't possibly be completely unaware!"

Upon hearing this answer, Vera did not immediately react.

She just squinted, staring at Elonnis's face.

At this distance, even the slightest unnatural twitch of the muscles on the other person's face would not escape her sharp eyes, honed in the sea of ​​stars.

After watching for a while, Vera's brows slowly furrowed.

That old man wasn't lying.

His astonishment upon hearing "higher-dimensional secret realm," and the trepidation he displayed while explaining it, were all instinctive reactions.

Moreover, judging from common sense, high-dimensional secret realms, especially top-level secret realms like the [Blazing Sun Divine Kingdom], are more likely to be high-dimensional.

Once it is born, it will inevitably be accompanied by an extremely violent outpouring of rules.

Forget about hiding, these natives who don't even know the coordinates of a star field would be crushed into mincemeat by the overflowing rules as soon as they get close to the edge of the secret realm.

They simply didn't have the ability to touch it, let alone embezzle it.

But that's strange.

Vera straightened up, her fingers stroking the hilt of her knife, her mind racing with calculations.

If these natives weren't lying.

So where is the problem?

After all, judging from the intelligence Ashmerkton passed to the Leaf Court, coupled with Lorian's madman's desperate attempt to seize their starship, all the signs pointed to one undeniable fact.

The Fiery Sun Divine Kingdom Secret Realm has definitely descended upon the world, and it's located near the Rift Abyss!