nownovels Chapter 265 I've come to pick up the Zhang family.
Chapter 265 I've come to pick up the Zhang family.
Chapter 265 I've come to take you home
He seemed to see outside the city, where orc warriors were fighting a bloody battle with the elven defenders, and he saw August, wearing a bird-beak mask, standing at the front of the battle, giving his best command.
Finally, what appeared in his mind was the image of two giant figures in that space, entangled in black thorns for thousands of years.
And the aged self who entrusted the torch to him, bearing all the memories of failure, and completely vanished.
"I'm sorry." Li Ang withdrew his gaze and looked back at Phoenix and Leihart, whose faces still held a glimmer of hope. He shook his head gently, his silver eyes devoid of any emotion.
"I don't believe you."
The moment he finished speaking, two extremely refined pale blue wind blades silently flew out from the tip of his wand.
A slash grazed Phoenix's neck.
A slash pierced through Reyhart's heart.
The Elf King's face, frozen in a mixture of shock and terror, was severed from his body and fell from his eight-hoofed steed. His pure gold crown clattered and rolled away. Lyhart didn't even have time to let out a final scream before he was dead.
The Holy Judgment Scepter slipped from Phoenix's powerless hand, then was lifted by a gentle breeze and slowly flew towards Leon.
Li Ang caught the scepter with his enormous hand, and without even looking at it, casually tossed it away. The scepter transformed into a golden light, tracing a long arc, passing over the exquisite buildings of the holy city, and landing precisely on a battlefield outside the city, in the direction of August.
After doing all this, the silvery-white light on Li Ang's body slowly receded, and his figure shrank accordingly, eventually returning to normal human form, and he landed lightly in front of Eve.
The clamor of battle seemed to vanish in an instant.
At this moment, his crocodile skin armor was somewhat damaged, and his face was covered with some blood and dust, making him look rather disheveled.
He slowly walked up to Eve, and seeing his mentor's still somewhat dazed expression, he slightly curved the corners of his mouth, revealing a long-lost smile: "Mentor Eve, I've come to take you home."
The wind rustled through the Tree of Life, ruffling the hair on Eve's forehead. She stared blankly at the student before her, at this young man who had created an incredible miracle and overturned the entire landscape of Avalon. Her lips moved slightly, and finally, a thousand words were condensed into a very soft, trembling reply: "—Mm."
Li Ang gently helped Eve up, then led her past several elves still firmly pressed to the ground by the wind pressure, to Sherry's side.
Sherry lay quietly on the ground, but the terrible wound on her abdomen had completely healed without even leaving a scar. Only the broken leather armor and dried bloodstains proved the existence of that fatal blow.
Her chest rose and fell steadily, and although her face was still a little pale, her heart was beating strongly.
Li Ang crouched down and gently patted Shirley's cheek: "Shirley, wake up."
Shirley's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her icy blue vertical pupils blinked blankly for a moment before focusing on Li Ang's face. The next moment, she showed a surprised expression: "Li Ang? So people really do become ghosts after they die—I thought that was just a story made up by the old orcs."
Her voice was still a little hoarse, but her tone carried a fearless and slightly teasing air, as if she were just discussing the weather.
Li Ang chuckled and shook his head: "Wraiths do exist, but ordinary people do not become wraiths after they die."
That requires a special transformation ritual. Furthermore, the underworld is now isolated from the mortal realm; without the nourishment of its energy, even if one transforms into a ghost, they will quickly dissipate.
He paused, looking at Shirley's still bewildered eyes, and concluded, "In other words, Miss Shirley, neither you nor I are dead."
"Not dead?" Sherry repeated, then tried to sit up.
She succeeded; although her movements were still a bit stiff, she was clearly fine.
She looked down at her unharmed abdomen, then touched the spot where the rock spear had pierced her, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.
"How is this possible—I clearly remember—" Before she could finish speaking, Li Ang understood what she meant and explained, "These are some—small miracles from the Titans."
Li Ang didn't explain the details; he simply told Shirley the result and then extended his hand to her, saying, "Come here."
Sherry took his hand and used it to stand up. Once she was steady, her gaze passed over Li Ang and landed on the half-elf woman behind him with long, light blue hair and a cool demeanor.
Sherry's ears perked up alertly, and her tail swayed slightly involuntarily—a feline beastman's instinctive reaction when facing a powerful stranger.
"Is this the person you're looking for?" Shirley asked, her tone questioning as she confirmed.
Li Ang nodded: "That's right, this is my mentor, Eve Chloe. Mentor Eve, and this is Sherry, August's capable assistant."
Eve nodded slightly to Sherry, her voice weak but still retaining its characteristic cool tone: "Thank you for your help, Ms. Sherry."
"You're welcome, Ms. Eve." Sherry waved her hand, her attention quickly returning to the situation at hand.
"Now that the person has been rescued, let's proceed according to the original plan. We'll coordinate from the inside and outside to let the Great Cave Master and the others break in, then join forces to defeat the Elf King and finally seize the scepter."
Li Ang shook his head and said, "There's no need for that."
"Huh?" Shirley was taken aback, not understanding what he meant.
Li Ang turned to the side, clearing his way from blocking her view, and gestured for her to look.
Following his gesture, Shirley looked over and finally noticed the surrounding scene: the white jade ground around the altar under the huge canopy of the Tree of Life was now densely covered with a layer of gold.
Those were hundreds of Valkyries and their Pegasus, and further away, swarms of collapsed Elven guards.
They were all pressed firmly to the ground by the invisible wind pressure, like insects in amber, unable to even move their fingers.
Although some people are still struggling, most have given up, their faces filled with fear, confusion and resigned despair.
Further away, the two ornately dressed corpses on the high platform were particularly conspicuous: the Elf King Phoenix Starseeker and his first in line to the throne, Reihart Starseeker.
Upon seeing the two corpses, Shirley's pupils suddenly contracted, and her tail instantly straightened.
"You've already—taken them all—" Her words caught in her throat. Her shocked gaze shifted from the elves scattered on the ground to Leon's calm face, then back to the elves, and finally settled on the two corpses.