Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 970 - 532: Pointing at a Deer and Calling It a Horse, Unrivaled Power

Is this what a believer is supposed to do?

"Your Majesty, I've already told you, you misunderstood. It's just a special War Ancient Tree."

Seeing the young queen's expression slightly crumble, Parvati's lips curled slightly, speaking with a cheerful tone.

"No, I don't believe it, the Council knows too, they've seen it, and so has the Royal Family..."

Within the Royal Court, those who should have been the most devout followers of the Divine had already submitted to the Great Governor, but the newly appointed queen still refused to face reality, clinging to hope in the Council and the Royal Family.

But the outcome naturally sent the queen's heart plummeting into the Abyss; even when she, like a spoiled young girl, willfully summoned the Royal Court Council members and the Royal Family Legends, the final result still did not go as she wished, instead sliding into the despair she least wanted to see.

"Your Majesty, you were mistaken."

"This is indeed the War Ancient Tree!"

Under the queen's summons, or rather under the indulgence of some Great Governor, the Elf aristocrats present either remained silent, or those who spoke up were astute individuals.

Even though the trunk and leaves were covered in demon blood patterns, and there was an Azure Dragon with red eyes staring at them from the crown—such distinct features not matched by any similar plant, or even remotely similar—they all lied with open eyes, deceiving this newly appointed queen.

"I understand!"

When everyone was accusing her and correcting her perception, this queen finally understood why the previous queen, despite being so young, declared herself old and passed the throne to her,

"I was wrong."

The rebellious young girl had to lower her lofty head, choosing to compromise. Out of nearly a hundred Elves, none stood by her, the nominal highest ruler of the Royal Court. They all sided with the rebellious Governor, whose blood was not even completely pure; no Elf supported her.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

Amber finally understood that the position of queen in the Elf Royal Court was not as glorious and beautiful as she imagined—it was just a stage draped with countless puppet strings.

The Elf Royal Court, or rather the Half-Elf Blasphemer smiling at her, needed a queen, which is why she was queen.

If she were unwilling, then an Elf, perhaps a High Elf Legend, might personally remove her royal robe, take off her crown, and revert her to her original form.

"Your Majesty, you are the queen, and responding to your summons is our duty."

In response to the queen's apology, every Elf aristocrat behaved impeccably, appearing as loyal ministers, just as they did when she ascended the throne and donned the crown.

That day, it felt as if the world bowed at her feet, everything moving according to her will. But now Amber despairingly realized that it was all a dream, a naive fantasy.

The world had never submitted to her, and she was merely a beautiful puppet pushed to the forefront. As long as the Half-Elf needed her, she would be dressed beautifully and displayed up front.

Once she was no longer needed, she feared she would be discarded like a rag doll thrown into some unknown corner, left to decay in secret.

"Your Majesty, you've been too fatigued recently and need a period of rest. My garden is the place in the Royal Court with the most abundant Spiritual Energy. Please recover here."

Through the Dragon Tree, reconfirming her ruling position and power in the Royal Court, Parvati was quite satisfied with herself. With a faint smile on her face, the friendly demigod did not ask the queen's opinion before arranging her living quarters.

"I don't need..."

Amber instinctively wanted to refuse, but the queen quickly realized she had no room for refusal.

When the Great Governor made arrangements, no Elf dared to defy her, at least not openly.

Thus, full of resistance and unwilling to touch the Blasphemer's creations, the Elf Queen was placed by Parvati in the backyard garden.

Indeed, the stately queen's residence was set in a treehouse in the garden, not even a palace. While the Spiritual Energy here was considered abundant and luxurious for any High Elf, to a queen, such accommodations were an insult.

The Elf Queen Amber understood this was the Governor's way of letting her realize her position.

But soon Amber realized the Great Governor intended her to see a more realistic scene, not just recognize her position.

The day after, a new Arena capable of connecting to the Abyss was built in the previously peaceful Elf Capital.

The purpose of building this Arena was to enhance the fighting spirit of the younger generation of Elves, maintain the combat capabilities of the Royal Court, and prevent the military from becoming lax during prolonged peace.

It sounded reasonable, though sending Elves growing up in comfort to battle demons summoned from the Abyss seemed excessive.

But it aligned with the intention that only the tragic defeat could make the Elves realize whether they were adequately prepared for war.

A seemingly irrefutable reason, but Queen Amber, detained in the backyard garden, incapable even of being a mascot, knew

the construction of the Demon Arena was not to maintain the Elf Royal Court's military strength but to provide the Blasphemer's creation above her with enough flesh and blood nourishment.

Being born from the Abyss, the Evil Demon Tree retained the demonic aura despite being imbued with Divinity by a Dragon King.

Therefore, to aid the growth of such a Demon Tree, it must be fed a large amount of demon flesh and blood.

The ordinary Material World could not provide such a supply of demon blood; they had no choice but to explore new avenues, even if it put many of their kin at risk.

"Parvati, where exactly do you want to lead the Elves in the Royal Court?"

Seeing the mountain of demon corpses buried under the Forbidden Tree's roots, Amber's inherent goodness and remaining innocence overcame fear and dread, prompting her to confront Parvati.

"Naturally, I aim to guide them to the Void, reviving the Empire's former glory!"

Parvati answered without hesitation. Though Amber knew not to fully trust the deceiving Half-Elf, she believed the Blasphemer was serious.

"Do you intend to join the war in that Majesty's Plane?"

However, Amber was not swayed by the fervent slogan; naive and childish she might be, she was not completely ignorant of the outside world's developments.

"The Elves have stagnated too long; it's time for a change, isn't it? If this continues, we'll become withered and decayed—you don't want to see the race decline, do you?"

"But planting the Forbidden Tree banned by the Gods—is that right?"

"Why wouldn't it be right? Haven't you noticed the changes in your own body after living here for so long?"

"Changes in my body?"

Perplexed, the Elf Queen Amber touched her cheek, and her fingers froze as she felt tiny filaments wriggling beneath her smooth, soft skin.