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

In the end, no further dissenting voices were heard in the entire hall.

Admittedly, not everyone agreed with Elonnis's decision, and not all elves were willing to stake the fate of their race on such a dangerous gamble.

But now they have no better choice.

Seeking reconciliation will not bring forgiveness.

Fleeing only postpones the time of annihilation.

As for holding out to the death.

It was more like handing Sherlock a massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

Since that's the case, we have no choice but to gamble.

I'm betting that the powerful Sherlock Holmes who suppressed the hunters really has some connection with the ancient rulers, and I'm betting that the Prophet of the End's obsession with the clues of the past is enough to make Him turn His attention to this remote plane.

They were even more gambled that their god would arrive before the Sheikhs' army.

"Everyone, follow me to the temple."

Seeing that no one objected, Elonnis immediately issued the order.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

Hera lowered her head first, her right hand held across her chest.

The other high-ranking elves also bowed in greeting.

Soon, hurried footsteps echoed from the depths of the Emerald Palace as a group of high-ranking elves hurried through broken pillars and dilapidated courtyards toward the underground temple.

Many elves were still clearing the ruins, bandaging wounds, and carrying the bodies of the fallen along the way.

Upon seeing the high priest and the great sages proceeding with solemn expressions, they all stopped and made way for each other.

However, no one knows what decision the higher-ups just made.

But everyone could sense that the fate of the Elf Forest was about to take an unpredictable turn.

"Boom!"

Before long, the doors of the underground temple slowly opened again.

The statue, carved from jade and crystal, still stood there quietly, its eyes closed, the silhouette of a giant bow made of dark red starlight faintly visible behind it.

Occasionally, tiny specks of light glide across the bowstring, like a will that transcends endless distances, still lingering there.

Around the statue, the dark red starlight still flowed slowly across its surface, radiating a terrifying pressure.

Even though it wasn't the first time they had faced this power, everyone in the hall still couldn't help but stop in their tracks.

A fanatical glint appeared in his eyes once more.

Elonnis approached the statue, and his steps suddenly slowed.

He looked up at that expressionless face, and at that moment, a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on welled up inside him.

As the high priest of the elves, he had served the gods for so long that he himself could no longer remember.

He had stood here to pray countless times in the past.

We pray for favorable weather, for the prosperity of our people, and for the safe return of the wandering knights on their expedition.

Never before has it felt so heavy as today.

After a long silence, Elonnis slowly knelt down.

He knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and placed his hands in a prayer position in front of his chest.

With his movements.

A stream of emerald green magic tinged with a faint crimson flowed from within him.

It spreads along the lines of the ground and eventually flows into the base of the statue.

Buzz!

In an instant, a deep, resonant sound echoed within the temple, and the dark red glow on the surface of the statue suddenly shone brightly.

For a moment, Elonnis felt as if the magic within him was being pulled by an invisible hand.

They quickly established a connection with the idol.

In just a moment, he felt his consciousness being pulled into a vast and deep void, with no earth or sky around him, only countless flowing starlight.

Admittedly, he didn't know what those flowing starlight represented.

But a sudden realization dawned on me.

That is, each ray of starlight represents a lineage of elves in a distant star field.

However, the brightness of these stars varied.

Some are as blazing as fire, some as dim as candles, and some are already close to going out.

Elonnis dared not linger there for too long.

He suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and, following the ritual, transformed his prayers into spiritual fluctuations, sending them to that mysterious divine passage.

"The great prophet of the end times, Your Highness Mirsophie, the String of Eternal Night."

"Your most loyal servant, Elonis, the messenger of the gods of the Silvermoon Forest elves, offers you his most sincere respect."

As the prayers began, Hera and the other high-ranking elves knelt down.

They swiftly channeled their magic into Elonnis, enabling the prayer to travel even further.

Green, silver, and pale gold light slowly intertwined within the temple, eventually condensing into a slender beam that entered the center of the statue's brow.

Elonnis's voice continued to echo through the passage: "Following your divine decree, we are actively searching for traces of the Old Ones."

"To our delight, we seem to have discovered traces of the past!"

"After our extensive verification, an extremely unusual human powerhouse has appeared in a nearby alien plane."

"This person can summon indescribable calamity creatures and possesses power beyond the rules of their profession."

"He once brought the dead back to life, restored shattered lands and cities to their former state, and with some abyssal power, devoured terrifying projections from higher dimensions."

At this point, Elonnis paused slightly in his breathing.

He did not directly say that Gu Xu was the former ruler.

Because he dared not.

This prophet of the end times has been searching for the Old Day for many years, and must understand the nature of the Old Day's power better than they do.

If a lie is told in too absolute terms, it is easy to expose its flaws.

"Your subordinate dares not presume to say that this person is the one you are seeking."

"But his power is very similar to the divine message you gave him. Your loyal servant suspects that he may have wielded authority inherited from the past, or perhaps received some kind of gift from the ancient ruler."

"Therefore, I implore Your Highness the Prophet to lower your gaze and discern the source of this unusual power."

As the last word fell, Elonnis's body tensed instantly, awaiting the statue's response.

Time passes little by little.

The temple was so quiet that only the breathing of the elves could be heard.

"Buzz~!"

After an unknown amount of time, the phantom image of the giant bow behind the statue suddenly trembled slightly.

A wisp of dark red light slowly flowed down from the corner of the statue's eye; it was not blood, but a divine thought that had been received.

Elonnis's body trembled violently.

An undisguised excitement immediately surfaced in his eyes.

The prayer was spread.

……

Deep within the astral plane, in the realm of Intina.

Inside the golden palace shrouded in blood mist, Mirsophie stood before the crumbling palace walls.

Outside the breach, the galaxy flowed slowly, with occasional uncontrolled spatial turbulence sweeping by, only to be crushed by an invisible force before it could reach the temple.

However, her expression was not good at the moment.