Global Lord: Start with Divine Favor

Chapter 889 179: The Descent of the Divine Spirit

The once radiant World Tree now stands like a colossal tower engulfed by flames, from its crown to its roots, all shrouded in a wild sea of fire. Its branches and leaves, which once shone with the light of life, now torn as if by a Demon's Claw, are charred and fragmented, swaying in agony against the night sky. The golden bark is stripped away by the fierce fire, exposing the crimson heartwood beneath, as if the tree is bleeding, its lamenting cries echoing amidst the crackling fire to the heavens.

The Elf Imperial Court of the World Tree, once a peaceful abode, is now a ruin. The towering Elf Tower collapsed, the brilliant magic gemstone windows shattered in the fire, scattering crystals across the ground like tears. The gardens' fountains dried up, leaving only scorched earth and debris. The exquisite statues and murals, twisted and deformed in the flames, transform the elves' elegant features into grotesque expressions, as if narrating endless pain and despair.

The air is thick with the stench of burning and death. The elves' laments and dying curses intertwine, forming a sorrowful and mournful elegy. The shadow of rebellion descends like the night, devouring all beauty entirely.

The rebels, wielding blades and bows, mercilessly slaughter the fleeing elves. Their faces are filled with cruelty and ecstasy, as if reveling in this feast of carnage. The archers take aim, shooting arrows through hearts; swordsmen wield sharp swords, splitting elves in two. Blood splatters through the air, intertwining with flames, creating a bloody and tragic scene.

Amidst this sea of fire, the World Tree's final moan gradually weakens. Its Life Force seems to be stripped away bit by bit by the power of the rebellion, every burning spark akin to its ebbing life. The stars in the night sky seem to weep too, shedding tears of sorrow for the once glorious World Tree and its Elf Imperial Court.

But as the ruler of the Elf Imperial Court, Empress Yunning remains completely indifferent to it all. Her aloofness contrasts sharply with Rillia's arrogance and the clamor of the world.

This audacious disregard, without anyone cheering, soon leaves Rillia somewhat uninterested. She looks angrily at Yunning and asks, "Why don't you react? Without your anger as embellishment, without your wailing for enjoyment, seeing you in a hysterical state, even my excitement is unsatisfied."

Yunning looks at her blandly, saying, "The reason I still remain here is to see how much more insane you all can get. Indeed, this filthy, disgusting world isn't worth my lingering a minute longer."

Upon hearing this, Rillia becomes excited again: "So you're finally planning to abandon your legitimate heirs and ascend to Divine Spirit in disgrace? I'd love to see you like a defeated dog. But do you think we wouldn't be prepared for your possible ascension?"

Yunning chuckles lightly: "Ha, legitimate heirs? Do you mean Starlight? Do you honestly think I didn't know about his collusion with you Dark Elves over the years?"

Rillia's expression changes, and she asks, "What do you mean?"

She immediately realizes her reaction might show a hint of cowardice and quickly says: "Stop pretending here! You're already at a dead end; today, you either die or become a bitch, with no other choice! I will definitely use various Dark Elf techniques to train you, fill you with all sorts of potions, and make you a brainless, desire-driven female slave that everyone can have."

Yunning shakes her head coolly, saying, "Do you know why you can't make it onto the stage? Even though you're already Tier Thirteen, you still cower underground in darkness, living in corruption and decadence. It's because the extremities your minds can imagine are just unsightly things like this. Your vision determines your structure, and it also seals your fate!"

Rillia, enraged and humiliated, waves her Magic Staff, casting a magical whip harshly towards Yunning's chest: "It's not your place, a prisoner, to reprimand me! This whip is to teach you not to disrespect your master!"

Yunning remains unfazed, not even resisting, as the whip lashes her magnificent chest, leaving a deep bloodstain on her fair skin. The violent recoil causes Starlight, who just rushed in, to have bloodshot eyes, his entire chest filled with Bloodline Excitement.

He looks at Rillia angrily, asking, "What are you doing! He is my plaything now."

Rillia looks at him coldly, her tone murderous: "This is the last time I'll tolerate you speaking to me in this manner. Remember your identity now; you are merely a dog kept by the Dark Elves! I am the strongest among the Dark Elves, and if it happens again, I'll kill you myself! Remember, awarding you this female slave is because we Dark Elves reward merit, not because you're entitled to shout in my presence."

"You..." The crimson in Starlight's eyes spreads rapidly, his entire face and neck turn a deep red.

In the past, the Dark Elves had to flatter him and beg him before he would grant them an audience and cooperate on several of their plans.

But with the recent fall of the Elf Imperial Court, the Dark Elves' attitude completely changed.

It's as if a slave or a humble servant you once looked down upon suddenly rises above you.

And you dare not express any dissatisfaction because the identity you once prided yourself on is precisely what you've overthrown!

Yunning looks at Starlight with some pity, after all, he's a friend who grew up with her, over ten thousand years of friendship.