Ashen Dragon

After crossing the Soul Bell Tree Sea, they officially entered the domain of the Elf Holy Tree.

This towering giant tree, several hundred meters tall, has expansive roots and sturdy branches that extend for over a dozen kilometers, absorbing all energy from the Elf Forest to sustain the entire ecosystem.

Every Silver Moon Elf is buried beside the roots of the Holy Tree after death, returning their body to nature and becoming part of the life cycle of the forest.

Rhea walked at the forefront and gazed into the distance, speaking in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, ahead lies the Holy Tree Barrier."

A translucent light film appeared before the Allied Forces, radiating intense magic fluctuations.

The Holy Tree Barrier radiates several miles from the Holy Tree, serving as a magical shield against external threats, capable of twisting space and blocking unauthorized entities.

Those who trespass will fall into cycles of an illusory realm; only those with Elf Bloodline can pass through unhindered.

"Let's go."

Catherine nodded, extended her scepter, silver light spreading as the light curtain opened instantly.

The dense Holy Tree Roots on the ground retreated visibly to either side, forming a wide road as if welcoming the queen's return.

However, at that moment, accompanied by tremors in the ground, roots burst forth like whips, lashing towards Catherine.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

Rhea stepped out, holding the Silver Sword to shield Catherine.

A few dazzling rays flashed, instantly severing the roots, from which crimson blood flowed as if they were the limbs of a living creature.

The cut branches continued to writhe and struggle, like a giant serpent with its body severed, splattering blood everywhere.

"Are those the roots of the Holy Tree?"

"Mother Goddess above..."

"How can this be? The Holy Tree, the most pure and good entity in this world, is attacking us?"

The Silver Moon Elves were aghast, discussing in confusion.

The Elf Holy Tree is the source of Serinia, their inviolable Holy Land; how could such a bizarre thing occur?

Catherine maintained a composed expression, ignored the guards' attempts to stop her, and inspected closely, murmuring, "These roots are tainted by chaotic, evil forces. I didn't expect... even the Holy Tree isn't spared."

Rhea's brows also furrowed, her expression grave, "Even the outer area of the root zone is affected; the pollution at the Spirit Vein's core must be even worse."

She looked at Catherine, speaking earnestly, "Your Majesty, the path ahead is too dangerous; please remain here temporarily. I will lead an elite team forward to investigate, clear the way, and ensure safety before..."

"No, Rhea."

Catherine shook her head and refused, resolutely saying, "I will go with you, regardless of the dangers ahead. I will not falter."

"I was born in the Crown of the Sky, baptized in the Holy Tree Spirit Pool; the blood of the King of Serenia flows in my veins. Protecting the Holy Tree is my life's duty, and I am willing... to sacrifice my life for it."

"Your Majesty Catherine..."

"I am willing to follow you to the Royal Court and save the Holy Tree!"

Tears glistened in the eyes of the Silver Moon Elves.

And at this moment, Ancient Golden Dragon Titus stepped forward, standing beside the Elf Queen, and said loudly, "Your Majesty Catherine, you have more than just the Silver Moon Elves behind you."

"Humans, dwarves, angels, the Metal Dragon Clan—all those who pursue goodness and justice will stand behind you, forming a strong, indomitable force."

The Gold Dragon raised its head high, its whiskers gently swaying, and its wide wings spread out majestically, glistening under the sunlight with a metallic sheen.

"Long live justice!"

Instantly, soldiers from various races present were moved, raising their arms and cheering, their morale greatly boosted.

"Thank you once again, Lord Titus." Watching the enthusiastic and continuously cheering Allied Forces, Catherine nodded slightly, feeling more emboldened inside.

The Ancient Gold Dragon's mouth curled into a gentle, wise smile, "General Rhea has long told me of your grand visions and benevolent reign. Now I see she described you accurately; you have not disappointed me."

"I will spare no effort to assist and support you until Serinia dispels the darkness and returns to the light."

Not far away, Half-Elf paladins bowed to the Ancient Gold Dragon, their beautiful faces showing gratitude.

Even Rhea herself hadn't anticipated the Ancient Gold Dragon to go this far, even bringing along a large force.

The Gold Dragon and angels soared in the air, while the diverse army composed of elves, dwarves, and humans advanced on land, drawing closer to the center of the Holy Tree along the path Catherine had cleared for them.

In the distance, the Holy Tree appeared somewhat blurred, its surface seemingly covered with a misty and mottled halo.

Just then, the elf scout at the front uttered a cry, "Look, there's something hanging on the Holy Tree!"

Everyone looked collectively towards the distant Holy Tree, only seeing vague shadows beneath the canopy, seemingly linked by some threads, hanging down from its branches.

"What exactly is that?"

Catherine furrowed her brows, an unease arising in her heart.

"This feeling..."

Rhea had some uneasy assumptions; she could smell a faint scent of blood in the air, the source—none other than the distant Holy Tree.