"That means the World Tree is actually like an advanced dungeon that allows anyone to enter as long as they apply?"

"Yeah, even human adventurers can enter and challenge it as long as their identities are verified. But because it's so difficult to obtain the entry permission from the Elf Kingdom, there are basically no humans coming in." Coco pressed a finger to her forehead, thought about it seriously, and gave a definite answer.

Damn, so we actually wasted two days in the abandoned Elf capital? If I had known, I would've looked for information first!

This feels like playing an RPG game, where you work your ass off to navigate through a maze, fight tough battles, and finally defeat the boss, only to discover that there was a path right next to the entrance that leads directly to the treasure room. Right now, the dumb dragon and the princess can only describe their feelings as "what a waste."

Soon, it was late at night, but this moonlit dance seemed to be getting livelier and more festive. In the midst of the joyful music, the atmosphere was reaching its peak.

"Hmm? It seems like someone has intruded on the perimeter barrier of Altda."

As a priestess of the Moonlight Temple, Coco had a special connection to the barriers surrounding the capital. She sensed the slight fluctuations in the barrier first.

Almost simultaneously, explosions accompanied by the radiance of magic could be heard from multiple directions.

Coco was not the only one who noticed the activity of the barriers. The Elf guards, who were originally responsible for the safety of the dance, immediately took action to intercept the invaders, but unfortunately, they were a bit slow.

"Is it an Angel?" Aya's expression tensed slightly. If an Angel attacked at this crucial moment, they would have to hurry to the World Tree. Otherwise, dealing with a Holy Rank Angel outside would most likely end with them being crushed to the ground.

"It's not an Angel. If it were that shiny guy, he would definitely stand out in the dark night." Tiran remained calm, left the money for the shopkeeper who had already hidden inside a back room, and leisurely walked towards the outside. "Dealing with small fry should be easy for the Elf race, right? Let's just go back and sleep."

"Huh? Can Lady Aya sleep with me tonight? Let's do something pleasurable together?" Coco, as a member of the Moonlight Temple, seemed to have no sense of fighting the invaders at all. Instead, she hugged Tiran's arm with a hopeful expression on her face.

Glancing at the lively scene in the distance, Aya sighed with resignation. Is it really okay to be so lacking in crisis awareness?

Unfortunately, their desire to watch from the sidelines seemed to be in vain.

On the way back to the Giant Tree Inn, Aya silently watched as more than ten individuals wearing black robes approached them. What's with the mysterious act?

Maybe they were just passing by and happened to bump into them.

With this thought in mind, the group moved aside to make way. However, the opposite side slowly surrounded them instead, hidden weapons reflecting a hint of cold light as the robes billowed.

"Elf, hand over the little girl behind you."

The leader drew a curved long knife from under his robe and pointed it arrogantly at Coco, who was standing next to Tiran.

At first, both Tiran and Aya were confused because he spoke in Elven. They couldn't understand what he was saying and thought he was just thanking them for making way. By the way, where did Tibby go after they cleared the way? Could he have been eliminated?

"Sister, he said that our three's beauty is attractive and wants us to go with them for some intimate time..." Coco whispered to Tiran, translating it in her ear. Hey, hey, is your translation a bit off?

"How dare you call me 'intimate'? No one worthy enough has been born yet." Tiran sneered and casually formed an ice sword in the air with her right hand. Then, she effortlessly launched more than a dozen freezing air projectiles towards the black-robed individuals in front of her.

The black-robed individuals clearly didn't expect Tiran to attack as soon as she spoke, and because Princess Aya didn't speak in Elven, these unfortunate fellows had no idea what she was shouting. By the time they realized what was happening, it was too late for them to draw their swords when the freezing air projectiles, shimmering with Chi, were already flying towards their faces.

"Aya, unleash your power!"

Actually, Tiran didn't need to say it. With their contract communication, Aya's fists were already coated in the golden Dragon's radiant Chi. In the blink of an eye, she had already reached one of the individuals whose feet were frozen and hadn't managed to break free, striking with a heavy punch.

The guy only had time to raise his sword to block in front of his chest, but how could the complete state of the Golden Dragon Fist be so easily blocked? The enchanted sword, which originally had a quite good quality, was directly shattered by Aya's punch. Then her fist landed on the guy, sending him flying and rolling into a shop on the street that had closed early due to the moonlit dance party.

"You bastard!"

The leader roared angrily, tearing off his black robe to reveal his leather armor and the shimmering curved long knife imbued with magical light.

"Hey, why do you guys wear black robes? Aren't you guys already black?" Aya stepped back and looked at the more than ten guys who were still blended with the night even after opening their robes, unable to help but comment.

All these guys were wearing lightweight leather armor, wielding military knives, and staring at Aya and Tiran with a murderous look. They had already identified them as obstacles hindering the completion of their mission.

"Dark Elves!" Coco exclaimed in a low voice, "Why are there so many of them? How did they get in?"

Considered as anomalies of the Elf race, these Dark Elves called themselves "Liberators". It was said that they were originally ordinary Elves, but later abandoned their faith in the God of the Forest and Moonlight, transforming their once nature-close magic into dark attributes to obtain even stronger power than ordinary Elves.

The Elf race considered them heretics. Once discovered, they would be immediately captured and imprisoned. If they resisted, they would even be ruthlessly killed without hesitation. To make the normally peaceful and kind Elf race go to such lengths showed just how abhorrent and detested the Dark Elves were.

"Heh, of course there were helpers." Zed grinned with a sense of victory and answered in Elvish.

"What's with the nonsense? Just take this guy out." Tiran pursed his lips, and Chi began to condense on his ice sword again, preparing for a forty-meter-long sword strike.

Joking aside, Holy Rank was one thing, but you lowlifes daring to provoke the Silver Battle Maiden? Are you tired of living or what? I'm already pissed off being tricked by my brother and chased around by Angel. Sacrificing you guys to the heavens will be great.

But before Tiran could act, an unusual magical fluctuation suddenly swept through the entire Elven capital.

Then, a bright red light appeared in the sky like the rising sun. It was clearly coming from the roots of the World Tree, while the sky became covered in large patches of fiery clouds. The clouds churned violently, brewing a highly unsettling threat.

"Such a strong concentration of fire elements..." The Golden Dragon, with its restored magic, was as sensitive to magical elements as the human great mages. It immediately sensed that something was wrong after capturing the magical fluctuations.

Then Aya broke out in cold sweat. The level of fire element concentration... Oh my, could it be a forbidden spell?

Fire elemental mages were generally referred to as War Mages because fire magic had always been the most offensive and had the largest range of damage. Almost every spell was focused on violent output. Whether you were a Holy Knight or a Doomsday Knight, a single attack would reduce you to ashes.

And fire forbidden spells... among all the magic disciplines, hardly any other could match its direct destructive power.

Most importantly, this was the Elven capital, filled with giant trees that could serve as fuel. Once a large-scale fire magic was unleashed, the entire city could potentially burn down.

Agatha was still at the top of the previous giant tree, silently infusing magical power into the magic scroll in her hand.

This forbidden magic scroll, provided by a mysterious human, was their greatest reliance to cause trouble in the Elven capital.

Forbidden Spell: Heaven's Fire Engulfs the City.

Under such a scale of magic, even if the Moonlight Temple and the Royal Palace, which were critical locations, had protective barriers, the Elven capital would undoubtedly suffer heavy losses. Therefore, the high priests of the capital would surely prioritize defending against this forbidden spell. The majority of the other guards would mostly be held back by the Dark Elves invading all over the city. Even if there were available personnel, they would not be able to find their targets in the chaotic city.

-The Temple Priest with the essence of the Forest Spirit.

Thinking about the conditions promised by that mysterious human, Agatha's heart couldn't help but slightly tremble.

Yes, unlike those fallen Dark Elves, she came from a family of priests and ancestors who were almost all priests of the Moonlight Temple. With her talents, following the normal path, she should have already become an outstanding priest by now.

If the bloodline did not mutate.

The night before the coming-of-age ceremony was no different for Agatha than a nightmare. The sudden surge of her bloodline sent her into a strange dream, with a thirst for blood consuming her heart. When she woke up, her vision was already blood red, and she had bitten through her sleeping parents' throats.

The Elf tribe would not accept a monster like her. Agatha was well aware of this, so she chose to escape until she stumbled upon the Dark Elf tribe, who were also being hunted by the Elf tribe.

As she delved deeper into her newfound bloodlust, Agatha discovered that she could enhance her own powers by consuming the blood of Elves to absorb their magic. With this ability, she easily raised her magical abilities to rival that of the top human mages.

It was only through this that she had enough magical reserves to cast the forbidden spell through the scroll.

Even though she gained immense power through this method, she still abhorred her tainted bloodline, just as she still despised the Dark Elves who accepted her.

As long as she fulfilled the conditions set by the human, she could rid herself of this filthy bloodline.

With such hope, Agatha tightened her grip on the forbidden scroll in her hand.

Infusing magic, complete.