Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 971 - 533: The Last Queen and the Undead Army

"What did you do to me?"

When Amber realized that her body had transformed into something completely unfamiliar without her even noticing, her heart was filled with both anger and fear.

"I did nothing to you. Everything was your own choice, wasn't it?"

Parvati quietly watched the somewhat hysterical Queen before her.

"My own choice? You're saying I chose to become a monster?"

Amber was truly infuriated to the point of laughter by the blasphemer in front of her.

"Of course, if you didn't want it yourself, no one could force you."

"Wasn't it you who kept me confined here? If not for your demands, why would I stay here? Why would I become a monster?"

As she spoke, Amber pulled out a short dagger from her pocket and fiercely sliced her wrist. As the crimson blood began to flow, she saw fine tendrils weaving quickly over the wound, and suddenly, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Upon witnessing this, the just-appointed Elf Queen, stripped of the queenly attire, reverted to her essence as a young girl; Amber's emotions crumbled, unable to accept it.

Because this scene was exactly as described in the forbidden stories passed down by the gods: an elf corrupted by the Demon Tree would become an undying, monstrous creature that loses its self, turning into another being.

In the end, existing in the world with her appearance and identity, it would no longer be her; she would become an undead monstrosity.

How could such a result be acceptable? The gods deemed such evil demonic entities forbidden, banning their plantation within the Material Realm, a view Amber believed to be correct.

Yet now, the Great Governor of the Royal Court not only brazenly planted such a Demon Tree in her private garden but also had the audacity to let the priests serving the gods and the Royal Court Council and the Royal Family see this blasphemous object.

These people clearly knew the horrors of the Demon Tree and the potential harm it could cause, yet they turned a blind eye, cowed by the Great Governor's might. No elf dared to speak the truth, let alone oppose it.

Now she, as the Queen, had become the first elf to be harmed by the Demon Tree. Just thinking of her body being overrun by writhing tendrils, knowing she would become an undead monster devoid of self, Amber was distraught and began to weep.

"Boo hoo hoo~"

Seeing the crying Queen, Parvati, whose face was as stern and unyielding as an unmelted glacier for millions of years, couldn't help but change expression, startled and amused, as this change was indeed beyond her expectations.

"Why are you crying?"

"Boo hoo~ I don't want to become a monster!"

"Who told you that you are a monster? This is just a special blessing, and if you don't want it, you can choose to give it up at any time."

"Can I give it up?"

The girl's cries abruptly stopped; her tear-streaked, delicate face lifted up, staring intently at Parvati.

"Of course you can. Since it can be granted, it can naturally be taken back."

Seeing the silver-haired girl before her, Parvati only found it amusing.

"But are you sure you want to give up this power? With this power, most of the harm in the mortal world cannot fatally injure you."

"Can it be given up at any time?"

Reflecting on the various descriptions of the forbidden, the girl, filled with disgust and rejection of becoming a monster, couldn't help but hesitate when considering the conveniences that becoming a monster could bring.

"Of course, you can treat it as a special wearable equipment, understand?"

"An equipment?"

Upon hearing Parvati's description, Amber was momentarily dazed, and her heartbeat quickened. She seemed to understand why the gods would view such a Demon Tree as forbidden.

Let alone those of lower elf bloodlines, even she, as a High Elf, was somewhat moved by such power; a piece of equipment that could save your life at any time—who would want to take it off?

"Isn't this what you need? I said it before, no one forced you, it was your own need, hence you received a response."

Parvati pointed to the Red-eyed Green Dragon coiled among the branches, which was quietly observing everything.

"But I don't want to become an undead monster devoid of self."

"An undead monster devoid of self, who told you that?"

Parvati showed disdain, snickering,

"The materials from the Temple? You can believe some descriptions, but certain aspects are pure exaggeration, deliberately inciting fear. Those guys are afraid of you gaining this power."

"Afraid? How is that possible?"

Amber felt the Great Governor's words were too ridiculous. How could the gods fear creations in the mortal world? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"What does losing oneself mean? Have you investigated?"

"It's said you'll lose all memories and cease to have self-awareness, becoming a completely new being."

"Absurd, ridiculous—let me tell you the truth. After accepting this power, if your head suffers a fatal injury, your brain, upon regenerating, will lose its memory.

Without memory, your character, cognition will naturally change to some extent, but in reality, the body remains the same, and the soul, from beginning to end, will never change."

"Just amnesia?"

"What else did you think it would be? Do you think after accepting this power, it will silently alter your cognition, wipe your memory away?