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"These elves were already very rigid and boring when they were alive, and now that they are dead they have become even more extreme. I feel that their cold and wild ways will definitely ruin the reputation of the Tree of Rebirth and make you, the 'Lord of Decay', a catchphrase that elf parents will use to scare their children.

If you don't obey me, the terrible Murphy will reach out from the morning mist and stuff you into the rotten body of a ghoul."

As Tris watched the spirited dead walk away with strange, joyful strides, she couldn't help but rant harshly.

As for the protagonist Murphy who was being complained about, he shrugged his shoulders, waved his hands and said nonchalantly:

"But isn't this the meaning of the underworld? My dear Tris, the underworld and death have never been concepts that the living like. As long as they don't spread rumors that Murphy, the Lord of Withering, eats three pure elf girls every morning and eats seven elf boys as midnight snacks before going to bed with his charming mistress, the Midnight Temptress, then I don't care how they will plot against me.

Anyway, vampires, like the dead, are never liked by the nosy living people.

As for the harsh changes of the elves after their death
They are extreme to begin with, Tris. Just look at the shadow elves who possess all five poisons and you will know that the outrageous accusations against the elves on the continent are not groundless.

The elves in our world have never been the spokespersons for 'truth, goodness and beauty'."

"Well, I think your understanding of us elves is still too one-sided, sir."

Ivelios followed Murphy into the biological laboratory and said with a straight face:

"In fact, if you are willing to listen, I can always give you many examples and legends that can prove the existence of truth, kindness and beauty of the elves! Please do not believe those harsh rumors about the Elf Kingdom circulating outside. Most of those slanders were deliberately spread by the Shadow Elves to ruin Castilla's reputation.

Those guys have fallen into depravity and want to drag us down with them."

"I am not an elf, and I have no interest in clearing your bad reputation, my dear Evie."

Murphy blinked and said:
"How to prove your innocence is something you need to think about. I'm just having fun. Don't be so serious. Look, Dusk has left many poor guys here to die."

He stretched out his hand and opened the tightly closed mechanical door of the Creation Land in front of him, and what came into everyone's sight were many terrified elves lying or standing.

Some of them had fallen to the ground and died in agony with blood gushing from all their orifices. Others had died in extremely tragic ways, with their bodies twisted and mutated under the influence of strange forces, as if monsters were about to tear themselves out of their shells.

But even those who survived were very weak. Many of them lay on the experimental table and didn't even have the strength to move their bodies.

There are quite a lot of elves in the laboratory. At a glance, there are about three hundred of them. Judging from the scale of this laboratory deep underground, the elves hidden here are definitely much more than what we see.

However, the appearance and dress of these elves showed that they were not dignitaries or professional soldiers in the kingdom. Most of them were civilians, and there were also some young children. However, they all had sallow faces and looked as if they were seriously ill.

When Murphy brought in other people, these guys screamed and ran away, and some of them squatted on the ground crying with their heads in their hands in fear.

This made the scene very chaotic.

"Who are these people?"

Xiao Weiming, who was guest-starring as Lord Murphy's elite guard, moved the muzzle of the finely crafted Hammer Guard in her hand away. She could tell that these elves posed no threat, so she asked in confusion.

Murphy did not answer. Ivirios beside him looked at the elves of different identities with a subtle look. After a moment, he sighed and said:

"They are all sons of God. Sons of God who have not awakened.

Legend has it that the Witch Cult has been secretly searching for civilians in the country who carry the Son of God gene but are unable to awaken. Since decades ago, there have been disappearances in various parts of the country. We have solved some of them, but some of the missing persons have never been found.

The people in front of me should be the missing members."

"The Witch Cult performed an 'awakening' ceremony for these sons of God here."

Cui Si snorted, took a look at the miserable dead on the ground, and said with regret:

“But it turns out that not every Son of God can successfully awaken, even with the evil guidance given to them by Dusk and Chaos.

Power is something that is always accompanied by danger when it is obtained and used, not to mention the dangerous behavior of obtaining power directly from the source of gods. In fact, after these guys were judged to be unable to awaken when they were young, they should have realized that this is actually the "protection" of the gods to them. In many cases, power is not a blessing, especially in the hands of those who cannot use power well.

Unfortunately, not everyone understands this, and not everyone can approach the act of power acquisition with a more rational and pragmatic attitude.”

"Then can't they be poor people kidnapped by dusk?"

Ashina looked at the elves who were suffering in various places in the laboratory. Perhaps because she could empathize with them, she couldn't help but question:
"Those bad guys want to use the Sons of God to destroy the order of the Elf Kingdom! They are bad guys, they won't ask for their opinions before these poor people awaken, right? Maybe they are victims too?
Look at their eyes filled with fear, how pitiful.

If I didn’t know that we are good people, we would be the bad guys standing here right now.”

In response to Ashina's question, Tris simply responded with a regretful expression.

Murphy still did not answer, but after a few seconds of silence, His Highness Ivirios walked up to an elf girl whose legs were twisted by the awakening ceremony and she could no longer stand up. He stretched out his hand and placed it on her shoulder as she lowered her head and trembled.

The prince said in a hoarse voice:
"The awakening of the Son of God requires the cooperation of the host, Warrior Ashina. Once they have resistance to the awakening power in their hearts, then this ceremony will never succeed. It is said that this is the power given to every Son of God by the God of Avalon.

The power to refuse power and stay away from strife.

I still remember the feeling when I experienced the ceremony in the royal court as a child. It was like the touch of the gods left warm marks on both the soul and body. This was the blood power from the gods. You must embrace it unconditionally from the bottom of your heart in order to receive its grace and strengthening.

In other words, everyone here is actively pursuing power rather than being forced to do so.

As Grand Duke Cuisi said, those hidden sons of God who do not want power to interfere with their lives will try their best to return to their ordinary lives even if they are seduced and kidnapped. Therefore, we can be sure that these people have chosen to take this path themselves. "

This answer made Little Potato bite his lip, and Lady Water beside him also put her hand on Little Ashina's shoulder.

There was a hint of pity in her eyes as she looked at the abandoned people in the laboratory. Looking at their current state, she knew that the so-called "awakening ceremony" provided by Dusk was by no means orthodox. Even if they really gained power, they would still suffer great pain.

"You bear the insignia of House Morrowind, a faction of sea elves, child."

Ivelios looked at the elf girl who was unable to stand up, and asked in a low voice:
"I am Ivirios Amastacia, the prince and leader of the sea elves. Tell me, child, why did you come here? And why did you use such painful means to pursue your awakening?
Is there an injustice that needs to be addressed to me?"

"I have already said it, Your Highness."

The elf girl who lowered her head obviously knew Ivy. She replied with a trembling body:
"Thirty years ago, my husband was killed by Dagon fishmen while fishing in Shardor Harbor. I was heartbroken and told you about it. Of course, you were not our leader and protector at that time, but you also promised that you would seek justice for my husband.

I have waited thirty years, Your Highness.

Waiting for fair delivery in anticipation every day.

I waited for thirty years
You have forgotten the promise we made, but I don't blame you. I know it's my problem. I just wanted to get some power so that my enemies could feel the pain I once suffered, but I failed and the gods did not bless me.

He gave me His power, but He did not give me the key to unlock it.

It was like a cruel joke.”

"I'm sorry, I"

Ivelios didn't know what to say at this moment, but another old elf not far from him took the initiative to speak:

“As Ash said, you don’t have to apologize, Your Highness.

Everyone who is here and suffering this way has their own reasons, and most of them are not caused by you.

Members of the Witch Cult found us. They made promises to us for various reasons, and we followed them here for various reasons.

It's not that we don't know the risks of this trip, nor do we know what they plan to do with us. We just pretend that we don't understand, and hope to get the talent bestowed on us by the gods, and we are willing to dirty our hands and hearts for it.

However, we failed.

Even with the help of evil, we still cannot gain the possibility of becoming strong.

Everyone here deserves to die! Your Highness, don't feel sad about what happened to us. We chose this path ourselves and were prepared when we left home, although we didn't realize the price would be so heavy. "

"Their bodies were severely damaged by the drugs given to them by dusk."

Cui Si went forward to check on the elf girl and said to the others:
"It's like a piece of burning firewood, using the cost of burning one's life to forcibly stimulate the hidden divine gene in the body. However, ordinary people have only so much vitality, and only one chance to burn. They have already exhausted their energy but still cannot cross that threshold.

Even with the best treatment, people here are dying.” “That’s probably a good thing.”

The old elf lying on the operating table, already paralyzed and covered with strange green spots, said in a hoarse voice:
"The successful ones among us. You have seen them on the battlefield.

They grasped the opportunity to gain power, but lost their minds due to the unlocking of power. The moment they awakened, their original goals were forgotten, and then the Witch Cult stimulated their ambitions, making them forget everything.

I have personally witnessed the purest young people who only aspired to become heroes who protected their country, but the moment they gained power, they immediately betrayed the Witch Cult and joined it, following that dangerous vampire bitch to the royal court.

That is a contract with the devil. The price of gaining power is to lose one's soul!
We failed and we were abandoned, but perhaps this is also the way the gods protect the final purity of our souls, allowing us to enter the underworld in an ordinary but untainted manner. I heard the call of death.

I will walk the road of the dead in my mediocrity, unrewarded but also unpunished.

This is the best possible outcome.”

"Then why do you come here, being so open-minded?"

Murphy stepped forward and looked at the exhausted old elf. He asked curiously:

“Even from an elf’s perspective, you have already entered the twilight of your life. To allow you to take such a risk at such an old age, it is clear that the desire in your heart must be very great.

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Say it.

Tell your wishes to the Lord of Withering, and do not let yourself step into the world of the dead with regrets."

"I forgot something, sir."

Facing Murphy's question, the old elf closed his eyes and said softly:
“I had this feeling when I was young, I was in an important place, doing an important job, and then overnight I forgot everything about it.

I can still remember that my wife and I woke up in a strange place, and followed His Majesty Quirion and Queen Ilenia through the vast sea of ​​sand, and finally arrived at the Castilian Peninsula on a difficult journey. I thought it was a test given to us by the gods.

But as time went by, I realized that it was a long journey away from home.

I know about the Shenzi Project.

I was one of the first subjects, but hundreds of years ago I did not participate in that project for the sake of gaining power. I just wanted to remember what I had forgotten.

Those important things are the true meaning of our existence given by God.

I just want to remember!
About my past, about the past of all elves, sir, as my life enters the twilight years, I often see a very strange planet in my dreams. It is a world with only elves.

I had a warm family there, my parents.
I dreamed that they sent me, a child, into a strange spaceship with tears in their eyes. I dreamed that I saw the world being destroyed in the starlight from the porthole. I dreamed that I cried bitterly with the other people on the spaceship.

I wonder where that is!
I want to know where I came from and where I'm going."

"Adel!"

Murphy listened to the old man's description and then pretended to be a confessor performing a last mass.

He put his hand on the old man's forehead and said:

“That world is called Adel!
It is the hometown of all elves, destroyed in a mass extinction disaster. You and your people came from that dead world, and came here under the arrangement of the Creator. In the Eden area established by the forerunners, your home was rebuilt according to the Creator's blueprint.

When you were young, you should have taken up a formal position in the Engine of Creation, but the Chaos invasion thousands of years ago triggered the Beta Purification Program, which resulted in the wiping of the memories of all the people of Eden."

"Hmm, is that so? I'm from Adel, so maybe I should go there too."

The old elf's eyes widened at this moment.

He couldn't tell whether what Murphy said was true or not, but he was willing to believe that it was all true. He asked in a hurried tone:
"But why did the Golden Age of Eden District fall to ruin? Who caused all this?"

Murphy was silent.

Finally he gave a regretful smile and said:

“It’s you!

You do not cherish everything the Creator has given you and try to use that knowledge to spy on higher powers. It is not just the lunatics in the Eden area who do this, there are similar people among you elves who do similar things.

You captured the Songhai people as test specimens, and just like you are now lying on the experimental table, allowing others to do with you. Your inappropriate desire attracted the intervention of Chaos, and the enemies of the Creator took advantage of you and destroyed the Golden Age.

Although it is not right to say this, sir, it was you who destroyed heaven with your own hands and brought yourself down to earth."

"Ah, then we really deserve to die."

The old elf smiled, seemingly not surprised by the answer.

As he finally took his last breath, he held Murphy's cold hand with his skinny hand and begged:
"Great Lord of Decay, I am a sinner. I confess to you the sins I have committed but forgotten. I was an accomplice in destroying the paradise given to us by the Creator. I deserve to die. Please give me a chance.

Give me a chance to atone for my sins.

Give me a chance to do something good.

We should deal with the evil things we have done ourselves and not let the disaster continue to spread to our children.

They are always innocent.
Please, give me a chance to atone for my sins."

"Heaven is gone, and no matter how much you atone for your sins, you can never go back."

Murphy whispered:
“Instead of dwelling on the past, why not seize the present and secure the future?

The regretful dead protect the future of the sane, and the power of the sinners can be used on a more appropriate battlefield.

Dusk and the Witch Cult are trying to destroy the inheritance of the Elven Kingdom, and I need a large army to cut off the sinful past. You will also have your own Hades. Are you willing to join this withering army? Your Excellency.

To make you more willing, I can even name the Elven Underworld 'Adel'."

"Of course! Of course! Honorable Lord of Withering!"

The old elf shouted with his last strength:
"In the name of Adel, I am willing to join the Withering Army and protect the future of the mortals!"

"very good."

Murphy nodded with satisfaction. He turned around and looked at the elves behind him who had failed to awaken. He said:
"You are doomed! You are doomed. The power you have given everything to pursue cannot be given by Dusk or Chaos, but death is generous. The Lord of Withering will give you the power you desire so that you can accomplish what you desire in your heart!

Now, tell me, what is your answer?"

"I'm going to slaughter the Dagon fishmen!"

The elf girl next to Ivirios screamed hideously:

"I want revenge for my love!"

"very good."

Murphy held out his hand to her and said:
"Welcome to join Adel's Blight Army and fight against the dusk with me, lady. After the victory comes, I promise you that you will sit on the death ground piled up with countless fishmen corpses, and let your lover rest forever in your slaughter.

Everyone!

Close your eyes to the cowardly and useless cries of the living, and embrace a new beginning in the silent but firm cheers of the Withered Army.

Welcome, Adel, the Tree of Rebirth."

(End of this chapter)