Read Novel Full Chapter 197: Purification Ritual
Chapter 197: Chapter 197: Purification Ritual
"Qin Tian, can you also find the second battalion’s base?"
In the room, everyone turned to look at Qin Tian who had just walked in.
Qin Tian nodded:
"The method is the same as this time, just give me a day and that’s enough."
Alan asked: "Is it dangerous?"
Qin Tian smiled: "I’ve already taken care of the First Battle Group, what does the second battalion count for?"
The First Battle Group was the strongest main force unit of the Dark Elves, led by Tier Seven Morost, with many Tier Six Dark Elves.
As for the second battalion and the third battalion, their opponents were those of the Great Elf Tribe. Although their strength should not be underestimated, with several Tier Six Elves among them, they posed no significant threat to Qin Tian.
The first Dark Elf he captured, Anila, was now in the second battalion.
This time, he could replicate the Golden Oak Tribe’s feat, personally infiltrating the base, blowing them up, and harvesting a massive amount of Evolution Points.
"Since young friend Qin Tian is confident, this matter becomes much easier."
The Eastern Cloud Sea smiled and said: "I suggest a three-day rest. Let the Elf Race collect the bodies and complete the cleansing ceremony, then destroy the second battalion in one fell swoop."
"I agree!"
"Alright!"
Alan, the Elf Princess, and the Elf Elders all agreed to the plan.
The defeat of the First Battle Group left a large number of corpses. According to the tradition of the Elf Race, they needed to pile these corpses together for the Tree God to purify their bodies and souls.
This process would take at least one to two days.
At the same time, they also wanted to restore those areas of the Dark Forest with the Tree God Seed as soon as possible.
Three days, just right.
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The downfall of the First Battle Group and Morost’s death
When the news came, the entire Elf Race was in an uproar.
They cheered, shouted, cried... The century-long civil war had caused the Elves immense suffering — homes destroyed, relatives fallen in battle, tribesmen sacrificed.
The once beautiful and serene Elf Star had now turned into a bloody slaughterhouse.
Even though Morost was dead and the First Battle Group eradicated, those who had passed away would never return.
When the Dark Elves’ bodies were transported before the Tree God, the gathered Elf Race members were frighteningly silent.
As they looked at those familiar faces, the Elves couldn’t help but feel sorrow well up inside.
These were once relatives and friends they had spent every day with, now they had to meet them in this way.
Why must the Elves endure such suffering?
What did we do wrong?
Onsite, many Elves’ eyes reddened, silently sobbing.
Alan stood at the center, feeling the spread of sorrowful atmosphere, he pursed his lips, suddenly recalling a sentence Qin Tian had once told him.
Weakness is original sin.
Because of weakness, they were targeted by the Evil God.
Because of weakness, so many tribesmen died as a huge price, and only with the Empire’s help could they resolve this civil unrest.
If their strength were strong enough, if there were a Tier Eight master within the tribe, this unrest would have been suppressed immediately at the start.
"Grandfather, Father, Mother, I will definitely shoulder the responsibilities of the Elf King, protect the tribesmen, and lead the Elf Race to rise again."
Alan looked up, the Elf King’s necklace lightly swaying in the sunlight.
The breeze wrapped in the fresh scent of forest vegetation gently lifted the strands of hair by his ear. He squinted his eyes, gazing at the turbulent clouds, in a trance, three blurry faces slowly emerged from the depths of the clouds.
Grandfather’s eye wrinkles hidden stories of time, now brimming with joy; Father’s heroic eyebrows stretched, that comforting smile, just like when he carried Alan on his shoulder through the forest as a child; Mother’s dimple at the corner of her lips shallow, her gentle smile the same as when she coaxed him to sleep in childhood.
These three faces carried familiar warmth, as if time had never passed, returning to those carefree days.
Alan’s eyes slightly moistened, the strength surging within his chest, like ancient forest roots ever-growing, spreading.
At this moment, he further understood the significance of the Elf King, the crown on his head grew heavier, yet his spine was straighter than ever.
"The ceremony begins!"
The Elf Elder lifted a leaf-covered clay pot, slowly pouring moonlight wine mixed with dew onto the scorched earth, chanting ancient elegies in a low voice: "In the cycle where moonlight and tree shadows intertwine, may you break free from the shackles of darkness and return to the river of life."
Other Elves all knelt on one knee, their foreheads touching the ground, murmurs rising and falling, like wind passing through forest leaves.
Rustle~~
The Tree God around them blossomed with gentle yet vast green light, its sturdy branches like ancient arms slowly rising, reaching toward the sky. As the Tree God moved, the light grew more intense, seemingly lighting up the entire dark sky.
Soon after, strands of green thread spread out from the Tree God, like lively vines, quickly sweeping toward the Dark Elves’ corpses.
The moment these threads touched the corpses, they seemed to come alive, starting to entwine and wrap around them. The Dark Elves’ corpses originally emitted a strange black aura, but under the green thread’s embrace, the black aura began to gradually dissipate, like snow melting under warm sun.
Then, a stunning scene appeared.
The Dark Elves’ corpses started to become transparent, transforming into countless sparkling light points. These light points were like stars on a summer night, emitting a faint yet warm glow.
They broke free from the constraints of the ground, slowly ascending, drifting toward the sky. Each light point left a faint trail as it rose, like a meteor streaking across the sky.
The Tree God’s light still shone, it seemed to be guiding these light points. The points gathered in the air, forming a spectacular belt of light, then all merged into the ground.
As the light points merged, leaves rustled, plants grew, the breath of life spread widely.
The Dark Elves had caused great damage to the forest, but the Tree God used their bodies to replenish the earth anew — this was the best redemption for those fallen souls.
Alan placed one hand on his chest, silently murmuring:
"Farewell, my tribesmen."
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Three days later
Qin Tian stepped into another part of the Dark Forest, that familiar decaying smell came rushing in.
Light Distortion
Qin Tian entered invisibility mode, leisurely heading deeper into the forest.
One by one, Dark Elves swiftly passed by him, every face carrying deep vigilance, the defeat of the First Battle Group had already reached them, they knew their doom was near, but now they could only fight to the end.
Soon, Qin Tian stopped somewhere.
Very quickly, light footsteps came from nearby.
A slender, tall figure walked out from the forest, and when she saw Qin Tian, she immediately knelt down, respectfully saying:
"Master!"
Qin Tian looked down at his first Soul Seal subject, the Dark Elf Anila.
When leaving the Golden Oak Tribe, he did not let Anila join the First Battle Group, avoiding her meeting with her former superior, Kaelan, and instead she infiltrated the second battalion.
Today was her chance to again play the role of Guiding Party.
This time, he wanted the Evolution Points to break through the 2 million threshold.