The Demon King's magic?

Reached the Demon King's realm by leveraging the Demon King's liver?

The Elf Queen used the Demon King's liver as a stepping stone, naively believing she'd reached the same realm as herself and the Demon King. Regardless of her ignorance about this domain—which cannot be accessed through external force—even if she did step into that realm, so what?

He is the one who defeated the Demon King head-on in this realm.

The Arrow of the End was fired.

If it fell to the ground, its power might rival that of the city-destroying Star Tear—The Elf Queen nearly exhausted all her magic power to unleash such a strike.

Doro could never dodge in time.

An arrow declaring destruction from the Demon King!

Yet...

At the moment she released the arrow, everything had already come to an end.

Because Doro was right in front of her, three steps away from her, grasping the Arrow of the End.

Terrifying power was born in this area, twisted, space shattered, congealed with lightning, forming a horrific storm that swept through the Land of the Ancestors.

"Dragon form!"

Rose, who hadn't escaped the Land of the Ancestors yet, immediately switched to dragon form. This form has resistance to magic, although it couldn't completely resist the aftermath of the Demon King's magic, it was sufficient for survival. As for the remaining space rifts and lightning... would she have to endure them with sheer physical might?

She wrapped Rastina entirely with her dragon wings to protect her safety.

The collision between the Demon King's arrow and Doro, lightning, and space storms almost destroyed everything in the Land of the Ancestors.

When all the powers dissipated, people could see, above the pitch-black, ravaged Elf Mother Tree, Doro's hand had pierced through the Elf Queen's heart, he extracted it alive, holding it.

The heart, even separated from the Elf Queen's body, continued to throb vigorously, displaying incredibly strong vitality. On this heart was a leaf-shaped imprint, the symbol of the Elf Queen recognized by the Elf Mother Tree; it was the foundation of her dominion over the Elf clan, her connection established with the Elf Mother Tree.

"This is the root of your arrogance."

Without hesitation, Doro crushed the heart.

Of course—death had already arrived, as soon as the heart was extracted by Doro, the end of this existence's life was declared. Unless Doro was willing to return the heart, but how could that be possible?

An existence like the Elf Queen with mastery over life magic isn't incapable of forcefully generating a heart for herself, at least creating a temporary heart to sustain her life wasn't difficult, but her magic power had already been exhausted in the previous clash, furthermore, even if rebuilding a heart, so what?

Her vision gradually blurred, and the words Rose had just spoken came unbidden to her mind.

"I bid for the Elf Kingdom's survival."

Consciousness abruptly returned!

She realized she would inevitably die here today; whether she believed herself wrong or not, Doro was a strong existence, he naturally possessed the power of defiance, the unyielding eligibility, he—wanted her dead, no one could save her...

So!

The crushed remnants of the heart suddenly began to expand infinitely at that moment, transformed into grotesque flesh fragments, devouring Doro swiftly.

"Magic power... already exhausted..."

From the scorched trunk of the Elf Mother Tree, a tiny sapling emerged, enveloped in a faint green light amongst the ruins ravaged by battle, enclosing some elves.

The Elf Queen waved her hand fiercely, sending the Elf Mother Tree and a group of elves into the fractured space.

"Go seek the Celestial Realm... only the Goddess can..."

The Queen's face visibly aged, her hair turned white, her body hunched and lost its elasticity, lifting her head with difficulty, staring at Doro encased in the fleshy remnants of her heart.

"Without relying on magic, consuming my own life to take your lifespan with me in demise, the final magic of the Elf clan, the song of life and death... is this the result? Haha~ we were all wrong."

Her body continued to age, ultimately turning to ashes.

The fleshy remnants encasing Doro ceased moving and gradually turned to ashes, leaving Doro alone, floating in mid-air, watching the great Elf Mother Tree disintegrate little by little into ashes, the hugely prosperous capital once belonging to the Elf clan, at this moment, leaving only a vast pit.

As if, nothing great ever existed here.

Doro landed on the ground.

His gaze swept across this enormous pit, finding nothing, full of emptiness.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Rage!

Rage had not yet subsided!

He madly pummeled the ground, the already shattered Land of the Ancestors shook violently once more! The ground cracked again, the second disaster struck!

Not enough! Not enough!

He wanted to render the Elf clan entirely...

He was embraced.

From behind him, a girl named Rose wrapped her arms around his body.

A girl's tender limbs seemed so fragile like delicate blades of grass before Doro's wrath at this moment.

Approaching Doro at this moment was extremely dangerous.

His entire power was unleashed externally, completely ungathered; any movement could instantly destroy Rose in her unready posture.

However, she showed no fear, embracing Doro, turning to face him.

"Rose... stay away from me..."

Rose kissed Doro directly.

Doro's eyes widened.

Some kind of liquid entered Doro's throat with Rose's movement, and he instinctively felt something was wrong.

But, how can he spit it out?

He could only swallow it down.

Is it a potion to calm me down?

But such a gesture from Rose was already enough to restore a certain degree of calm...

Speaking of which, she had so many wounds, probably from the aftermath of the battle just now...

Doro couldn't help but feel remorseful. He loosened his grip on Rose, intending to say something.

Then he saw Rose release a magic spell.

A very simple earth magic.

A simple room appeared around them.

Wait a minute, my energy and blood...

"This potion is..."

"Rose!"

Rose hugged Doro once more: "If you have anything that makes you unhappy, if you have any resentment and pain, please vent it all onto me... After all, I am the one who betrayed you, and now is my time to atone."

...

When Rastina, suppressing her inner fear, approached the room, she saw Doro in a deep sleep, and Rose, as if utterly exhausted, trembling all over in a chaotic scene...

Rose struggled to take out a small bottle: "Keep, keep this... It's Elf Dewdrops... Later, Doro will... need it..."

She seemed unable to hold on any longer and could only close her eyes.

It should be said that at this moment, only Rastina would dare to approach this area. Everyone else was eager to grow eight legs and escape the Elf Kingdom as quickly as possible, then report the events of the Land of the Ancestors to the big figures. This was undoubtedly an unprecedented incident capable of changing everything!

The Land of the Ancestors!

Even in the era of the Demon King's rule, no one ever imagined this place would be destroyed to this extent. The extinction of the elf race seemed possible.

Though Rastina was weak, she still waited there.

She waited until Doro awoke.

Doro saw the raven perched on Rastina's shoulder.

"Mohe, that potion is..."

"If you're satisfied, bring back the Life Dew. Also, help recover my liver; with these two things, I can bring her back. You haven't finished handling things on your side, have you?"

Mohe's liver...

The Elf has been dead for many years. Even from a necromantic standpoint, reviving an undead that's been dead for years is nearly impossible, as the undead typically become entirely corrupted during the process, yielding poor results even if revived.

However, Elf's condition seemed different.

Was it because Adriana did something?

Indeed, he had unfinished business.

Doro's gaze lingered momentarily on Rastina. He reached out to touch the raven, but Rastina instinctively retreated two steps, making Doro seem intimidating to her.

Doro's hand hung in the air, his expression turning slightly bitter. He stood still, looking out over the Land of the Ancestors he had utterly destroyed—regret seemed meaningless at this point. His anger wasn't false, his pain wasn't false, he...

He slowly closed his eyes, regulating his breathing.

"Rastina, please take care of Rose and bring her back to the manor—I have to visit the Ice and Snow Kingdom again."

Rastina realized the impropriety of her actions the moment she stepped back, but she was truly unable to engage further with Doro.

As the heiress of the Gold-Seeking Commerce Association, she was a bit prideful.

Even if she guessed Doro, Mohe, and the others' identities, she felt she was eligible to be involved in such matters. The guiding artifact at home seemed destined for fate, didn't it?

She felt she belonged in this circle.

However, it was different, completely different.

As the heiress of the Gold-Seeking Commerce Association, she had encountered those "powerful" individuals. They all had poise, were genteel, and exuded an air of strength and composure.

But that was wrong.

Seeing Doro made Rastina redefine her understanding of power.

What culture, genteelness, and aura of strength... those things often only proved one thing, that is, "not strong enough." The strong, like Doro, acted as they pleased, and the powerful, like Mohe, scorned all others.

Beyond strength, a truly powerful person needs no moral, integrity, or qualities that the world deems to match their might.

The truly powerful are purely about power.

Power sufficient to destroy everything.

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