In the Name of Empress

Chapter 678 383: Victory!

Lisa flawlessly executed Roland's decisions.

Her Fire Wall completely encircled the Ancient Trees, followed by the descent of the Inferno.

After segmenting the battlefield and turning the slow-moving target into a semi-fixed one that could only circle in a small area, Lisa finally showcased her hard power with ease.

As a Flame Mage of Tier Five extraordinary position [Scorching Flame], she represented the pinnacle of same-level flame magic power and the ceiling of flame control precision.

To burn a forest doesn't require high temperatures, but the flames must cover a wide area and ignite quickly.

Lisa flew into mid-air, unfurling fiery wings, her body curling up and enveloped in flames, which from afar, resembled a gigantic firebird spewing flames in the sky.

This was her method of setting the forest ablaze.

Flames, more flames, swifter flames.

With a clear long cry, Firebird Lisa flew over the forest, leaving behind only blazing woods.

"This forest will burn in the wrath of my flames, and you shall burn in your own fat!"

Lisa taunted as she flew by.

Although these Ancient Trees were on the verge of destruction and taunting them seemed pointless, it made her feel good, and that was enough.

Passion belongs to the Flame Manipulator, to the child of flame soaring in the sky.

Amid the wailing screams and the crackling of burning wood filling the air, the inferno consumed these once-arrogant Ancient Trees.

The Ancient Trees possess extremely resilient lifeforce; as long as the core remains, they can regenerate even if shredded into pieces.

The core fears no blades, no pressure, no freezing, but it's vulnerable to high temperatures.

Before the Fire Mage, Ancient Trees are nothing more than a pile of talking firewood.

Since when do Chefs fear firewood?

Lisa is the finest Chef, the best Fire Mage, and seeing firewood only delights her.

As the cores of the Ancient Trees burned away, the Elf Race individuals controlled by them gradually regained their senses.

A Female Hunter, who was about to throw a Moon Blade at Roland, suddenly halted. She stared blankly at the smiling Great Sage, terror and anxiety engulfing her calm.

She quickly knelt down on one knee, trembling, apologizing to Roland, "Great Sage, I..."

"I understand, you were deceived. Gather over there. I will save the other tribesmen!"

The Elf Race possesses a unique method of identification, capable of discerning identity and status through each other's aura. The Great Sage must possess tribal leader certification, the Sage's Staff's blessing, and the Philosopher's Stone recognition.

Having all three means exuding the aura of a Wise Man from within.

The Empress is the same.

Before Sif and Roland awakened their memories, identity was hard to discern; now there would be no mistakes.

High-level identities in the Elf Race are impossible to impersonate; they either are or aren't, with no room for deceit.

The Female Hunter, awakened from the Ancient Trees' control, followed Roland's order to retreat, but she didn't stop right away. Instead, she coated a special agent on the Moon Blade and then threw it towards the forest.

Thinking of being mentally controlled by the Ancient Trees and wielding a weapon against the tribe's last Great Sage, the Female Hunter's anger and fear were uncontrollable.

She must do something to calm her heart.

Those damned Ancient Trees were the perfect targets to prove her loyalty.

Since these Ancient Trees bore no innocence, the Female Hunter showed no mercy. The thought of the noble Elf Race being controlled by those damned trees fueled her anger.

She shouted, leaping from the Moon Blade Beast, slashing at the Ancient Trees from the closest point not engulfed by flames with a blade of vengeance.

As the Ancient Trees kept falling, more and more of the Elf Race awakened from the nightmare.

They raised their weapons and manically launched vengeful attacks against the Ancient Trees—venting anger, avenging grievances, and proving loyalty to the Great Sage.

The Ancient Trees fell one after another, their resistance insignificant, unable to change the situation.

After all, they were just Ancient Trees, not a World Tree beyond the scope of Ancient Trees.

Ordinary flames, lethal to Ancient Trees, couldn't harm the World Tree at all.

However, even the last World Tree was destroyed in the Elf Race's civil war, unable to offer shelter.

As more Elves awakened, the battle finally turned in their favor.

Although the magic-depleted Lisa could no longer maintain the Firebird form and was forced to return to the ground, unable to launch Flame Magic in the short term, the Elves' awakening filled the gap in offensive power.

The Elf Race doesn't favor flames, but they have their methods for dealing with trees.

Nature Magic includes vibrant Healing Magic and Withering Magic that brings all things to a standstill.

Withering Magic stripped the Ancient Trees of their last mobility and defenses, sapping their thoughts and consciousness, turning their final struggles into jokes.

With the core of the Golden Ancient Trees turned to ashes, the last of the Elf Race awakened from the nightmare.

The Elves controlled by the Golden Ancient Trees included the Speaker, the Grand General, and the High Priestess.

The political structure of the Elf Race has remained almost unchanged for countless ages.

The highest power is held by the Elf King/Emperor. The chief ministers directly accountable to the Emperor are the High Priestess, responsible for divine and internal affairs, the Speaker, responsible for legislative and judicial powers, and the Grand General, responsible for the military.

Among these three, one is chosen as the Chief Minister based on the situation, while the other two hold equal status with the Chief Minister but must fully support their work.

In small groups without an Emperor or Elf King, the High Priestess typically manages overall affairs.

However, as the Elf Race's faith in the Moon God received no miracles for a long time and the Moon Well gradually dried up, the High Priestess's status declined, with the Speaker usually assuming the role of Chief Minister, and during war, it was the Grand General.