Chapter 727: 725 Elan Seraph_1

A streak of golden light rapidly swept across the sky above Bright Moon Forest.

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As if piercing through an invisible barrier, the golden light suddenly stopped.

In mid-air, Colin’s figure gradually revealed itself.

He looked back in confusion, as if pondering what he had just encountered.

It was like a magical barrier, and also like a spatial turbulence…

This must be the thing that separates humans from Bright Moon Forest, also causing the Elves to vanish completely.

However, he didn’t overly ponder about this barrier. His golden wings on his back flapped powerfully creating a violent air current in the forest. Through the force of the recoil, Colin continued eastward.

After a while, Colin stopped again, and then suddenly dove downwards.

Boom!

A fierce bear was pinned under Colin’s feet, motionless.

Standing opposite Colin was a male Elf, utterly stunned.

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He had long green hair, slender and athletic, his handsome face carried a bit of wild charm, he looked like a hunter from the forest.

He was in a bit of a pathetic state, presumably tormented by the bear before.

Colin gave this Elf Hunter a friendly smile and said:

“Hello, my name is Colin St. Chapman, the guardian of the Platinum Empire. I came here to meet the Elf King, I hope you can guide me.”

The Elf Hunter looked at Colin suspiciously before finally saying a few words.

However, Colin was left in a daze, because he awkwardly found out that he couldn’t understand the Elvish language the other party was speaking…

He scratched his head, pondering if he should go back to Yevir and bring a Mage who understands Elvish, when he saw the Elf Hunter had already turned and ran.

So, Colin went after him.

He could feel that this Elf Hunter had no transcendent power, naturally he would not notice the tracking of a legendary Holy Knight.

About an hour later, Colin followed the Elf Hunter to a settlement in the forest.

However, this settlement was not large, probably only housing a little over a thousand Elves.

Without mincing words, Colin revealed himself. His magnificent aura instantly spread out, enveloping the entire settlement.

This understandably scared the Elves in the settlement.

When they finally regained their senses, they saw Colin floating above them, looking like an angel.

“Does anyone here speak the common language?”

Hearing Colin’s question, an old Elf, leaning on a crutch, cautiously came forward and said:

“Respected human powerhouse, I can speak the common language.”

As soon as his words fell, he saw Colin descending rapidly, appearing before the old elf in a blink of an eye.

“I am Colin St. Chapman, the guardian of the Platinum Empire. I am here to see the Elf King, can you take me to him?”

“My apologies, esteemed Guardian, but we no longer have an Elf king.”

Colin faltered for a moment, then frowned and said, “No Elf King?”

“Yes, the Elves nowadays are divided into hundreds of tribes both large and small, with no unified kingdom.”

How is this like the Orcs?

Colin thought for a while and then tentatively asked:

“Then have you heard of Elan Seraph?”

“Of course, she is the high priestess of the Bright Moon of our Elf generation.”

Colin’s spirits lifted, and he quickly asked:

“Really? Is she still alive? Where can I find her?”

The old Elf pointed in the southeast direction and said:

“Honorable Guardian, you follow this direction for about three hundred kilometers, you will see a towering Ancient Oak Tree, where you will find the High Priestess of the Bright Moon.”

“Good, thank you!”

“Honorable Guardian…” The old elf hurriedly stopped Colin who was about to depart, hesitated, then said, “If you meet the High Priestess of the Bright Moon, could you pass a message from me?”

“You speak.”

Suddenly filled with emotion, the old Elf trembled as he said:

“Please tell her, our faith in the Goddess of Fate has never wavered, and we beseech her not to give up easily! The Elves cannot live without the protection of the divine!”

A thought struck Colin, he nodded thoughtfully and said:

“Okay, I will relay your message.”

Having said that, Colin again soared into the sky, becoming a streak of golden light, speeding off in the southeast direction.

Even though three hundred kilometers seemed far, to a legendary Holy Knight like Colin, it meant nothing, especially with him having wings on his back.

In less than an hour, he saw that immense Ancient Oak Tree.

As he neared it, the Mistletoe on his chest along with the Heart of the Wise began to heat up slightly, as if sensing something.

Colin descended rapidly, steadying himself on the grassland.

Looking around, Iris flowers were blooming everywhere, along with countless fluttering butterflies.

“Who are you?”

A clear voice like a bird’s chirp reached Colin’s ears.

He looked towards the sound and saw a familiar figure sitting on the branch of the oak tree.

“Elan Seraph.”

Unable to control himself, Colin blurted out her name.

The face of the female Elf in front of him showed hardly any change compared to the one he had seen in Illusion Realm, as if the passage of a thousand years had not left any traces on her unparalleled beauty.

She wore a white porcelain floral dress, a crown of colorful laurels on her head, her holy white slim feet softly swinging in the air.

“You recognize me?” Elan Seraph stared deeply at Colin, her azure eyes filled with a combination of curiosity and a helpless lament over fate-

It was at this moment, Colin confirmed that the female Elf before him was an old monster, living for a thousand years, standing in the same era as Emperor Gana.

As a renowned Eternal, Colin wasn’t surprised that Elan Seraph had lived for so long, just rather astonished she managed to maintain her perfect appearance.

“I saw you in a dream.” Colin slightly bowed and said, “Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I am the Guardian of the Platinum Empire, Duke Colin St. Chapman.”

“In a dream?”

“Yes. It seemed to be Emperor Gana’s dream. I saw you in it.”

“Gana…” Elan Seraph’s eyes showed complex emotions, then she sighed eventually and said, “Perhaps…this is fate…”

Colin took a few steps forward, unable to resist asking:

“High Priestess, I would like to ask, how did Gana die in the end?”

“He…he died because he didn’t want to accept the fate arranged for him by the divine…”

“What fate did the divine arrange for him?”

Elan Seraph looked deeply at Colin, and said:

“The fate of legends, destined to become tools of the divine. Of course, they have a rather nicer name- Angels.”

Colin’s eyes suddenly narrowed. He immediately thought about how his current ‘True Blood Form’ was eerily similar to Angels.