I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 179: The Power Inheritance Ceremony Begins

"Qin Tian has already entered Silver Moon Lake."

The Elf Princess gazed into the distance, speaking softly.

Alan’s lips curled into a smile; Qin Tian had helped him so much, and at last, he could repay Qin Tian.

"Sister, I’m ready."

Alan’s smile faded as he looked solemnly at the Elf Princess.

The Elf Princess looked into those determined eyes and sighed inwardly; if circumstances weren’t so dire, she really didn’t want to burden Sarandir with such heavy responsibility.

However, this task could only be completed by Sarandir, and there was nothing she or anyone else could do about it.

"Let’s go."

The Elf Princess turned around and, with Alan, walked towards the tree’s trunk.

Soon, they arrived at the foot of the tree, which stood tens of thousands of ters high, like a pillar between heaven and earth, touching the clouds. The roots rose like winding mountains, with Spiritual Qi coalescing into a faint golden mist around the tree, akin to a paradise.

"Aurilia, Sarandir, you have arrived."

An elderly figure spoke from ahead, its silhouette faintly visible within the mist.

"Grandfather."

Both the Elf Princess and Alan bowed their heads.

The mist dispersed, revealing an ancient elf.

He was an aged elf, his golden hair faded to white and weathered features marked by ti. Yet, his deep blue eyes were as clear as a stream, and as he gazed upon them, the siblings felt the solitude and majesty that spanned millennia—a glory forged from war and peace, undying and rooted deep within the soul.

"Aurilia, how is the Elf Race currently faring?"

The elderly Elf King asked slowly.

The Elf Princess replied, "Grandfather, currently, the Dark Elves have occupied over sixty percent of Elf Star’s forests. More of our people sacrifice themselves each day. However, in recent tis, we’ve launched a counterattack with the humans and reclaid a portion of the forest."

Upon hearing this, the Old Elf King paused briefly and sighed deeply:

"My child, you’ve worked so hard."

Hearing these words, the Elf Princess felt a pang of sorrow; her parents had died in battle, her grandfather was severely injured, and her brother was young. She, having just reached adulthood, took on the heavy burden of the Silver Moon Royal Family and the entire Elf Race.

This pressure and suffering, she had no one to confide in, so she swallowed them alone.

"Sarandir, since you have co, it ans you are prepared."

The Old Elf King turned to look at Alan.

Alan nodded, his eyes filled with determination, "Grandfather, I am ready!"

"Good, Sarandir, you have co here sooner than I had anticipated, so it seems much has occurred for you."

The Old Elf King slowly raised his hand and said, "Child, co, I will transfer all my power to you. From this day forth, you will be the new King of the Elf Race."

Alan stepped forward resolutely towards the Old Elf King. Before, he had always avoided this task, for many reasons.

Firstly, at the mont the power transfer ends, his beloved grandfather would lose his life, which he couldn’t bear to witness.

Secondly, he feared that even if he possessed the power, he couldn’t shoulder the imnse responsibility of an Elf King.

Lastly, he worried that becoming the new king might lead to conflicts of power with his sister.

For all these reasons, he had constantly avoided and refused to face this matter.

However, through the recent battles, he witnessed the tragic deaths of too many kin at the hands of Dark Elves, the beautiful forests polluted and destroyed, and their holand riddled with wounds.

The plight of his people and ho made him resolve to settle this century-long turmoil and restore peace and tranquility to the Elf Star.

Alan sat before the Old Elf King.

The Old Elf King placed a hand on Alan’s forehead, and imdiately, erald green light began to appear.

Whoosh~~

A fierce wind stirred in an instant.

The canopy of the tree, like a do, let down hues of light, enveloping Alan and the Old Elf King within.

The power transfer was not as simple as infusing Spiritual Power into the body; it was an intricate process requiring the power of both parties to originate from the sa source and also involved the Tree God’s participation.

The Elf Princess, being a woman, did not completely align with the Old Elf King’s power, but Alan t this condition.

Watching the figures shrouded within the glow, the Elf Princess stood still for a long ti, finally leaving behind a forlorn sigh in the wind.

......

Frontline

Huoshan rcenary Corps

The pressure inside the tent was low as Huo Lianshan coldly stared at the deputy leader, Ji Liang, saying:

"What’s going on? It’s only been a few days, and yet thirty percent of your n are dead. Ji Liang, just how are you leading your team?"

Ji Liang’s face was pallid. He couldn’t understand; recently, it seed as though his team and the entire Huoshan rcenary Corps were cursed, with accidents happening daily.

So n were poisoned after consuming toxic fruit.

So accidentally stepped into Dark Elf traps and were completely annihilated.

And so mysteriously vanished without a trace.

At first, he suspected soone was targeting the Huoshan rcenary Corps in secret, but after several days of observation, he found no such evidence; it seed they simply ran into bad luck.

"Boss, I will rectify the situation. This will never happen again." Ji Liang steadied his mind and promised.

Huo Lianshan regarded him coldly, "Ji Liang, we’re on the brink of sothing big; the Huoshan rcenary Corps cannot afford any more losses."

"Understood."

Ji Liang straightened his posture and assured.

Just then, cries of alarm ca from outside.

Huo Lianshan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he went out to check imdiately.

In the distance, the ancient Tree God was stretching its branches, rays of light cascading like a colorful waterfall. At that mont, the ancient trees within the forest swayed gently, leaves rustling as if responding to the Tree God’s call.

"The ceremony has begun."

Huo Lianshan’s expression shifted, followed by a cold arch forming at the corner of his lips.

Finally, the mont had arrived.

He had prepared for so many years, waiting for this day.

"Boss!"

Ji Liang looked at Huo Lianshan, a hint of dark intent flashing in his eyes; only Huo Lianshan and he within the Huoshan rcenary Corps were privy to the plan.

A plan capable of overthrowing the Silver Moon Royal Family.

"No rush. The ceremony has just begun; we must strike at the critical mont, delivering a lethal blow."

Huo Lianshan waved his hand and looked into the distance.

The power transfer process was intricate, according to Elf tradition, lasting at least two days.

To act now, while it might disrupt the ceremony, the Old Elf King would still retain most of his combat strength.

But if they acted at the tail end of the power transfer, both the new king and the old king would fall; the Elf Race, devoid of their spiritual pillar, would be powerless to resist, and the planet would beco a paradise for all Evil God Followers.

"Understood."

......

"Ceremony, deliver a lethal blow."

In a distant hidden corner, Feng Mochuan utilized his Super Hearing, eavesdropping on the conversation between Huo Lianshan and Ji Liang the entire ti.

His brow furrowed slightly as he looked at the distant Tree God, promptly reporting this information to Qin Tian.