Chapter 1775: Surrounded - 2
Chapter 1775: Surrounded - 2
Princess Rosaline’s gaze was fixed on Max.
She did not look surprised to see him. It was clear that she had already expected him to come out from the Witch God Tree. Her expression was thoughtful, and when her eyes moved briefly to the small cursed eye attached to his shoulder, a strange light flashed across her face.
Then her gaze shifted to Selene and the second faction elves, and her expression became slightly colder.
"So the Lunarian Kingdom is here too," Caroline said, her voice heavy.
Jessica clenched her sword. "Princess Rosaline."
Max glanced at Nancy. "Is that her?"
Nancy nodded. "Yes. Princess Rosaline of the Lunarian Kingdom."
For a moment, the base of the Witch God Tree became silent in a suffocating way.
Max’s group stood in the middle.
On one side was Selene Vaeloria, the Divine Daughter of the second faction, accompanied by Seraphine, Fin, and a large number of second faction elites.
On the other side was Princess Rosaline of the Lunarian Kingdom, watching the situation with her own group.
The cursed trunk of the Witch God Tree towered behind them like a dark pillar vanishing into the clouds, while the huge roots beneath their feet formed a natural battlefield. The air was tense enough to feel like it might crack at any moment. Everyone knew that the smallest movement could turn this place into a battlefield between multiple forces.
Selene looked toward Rosaline and smiled faintly. "Princess Rosaline, are you here to interfere?"
Rosaline’s expression remained calm. "I am here to observe."
Seraphine sneered. "Observe? This human killed members of the second faction and helped fugitives of the Elf Prison escape. There is nothing to observe. He should be captured, and Caroline should be returned to where she belongs."
Rosaline’s eyes narrowed slightly. "The Lunarian Kingdom doesn’t care what your elf faction does or doesn’t."
The second faction elves immediately stirred.
Selene raised one hand, and they went silent.
Then she looked at Max again.
"You are right." Selene said with a smile. "You don’t care and let it be like this."
She then turned to Max. "What about you human boy?"
Max looked at her calmly. "You will either run away like a coward or die by my sword. That is the only outcome I can see here."
"Your arrogance knows no bounds." Selene sneered hearing Max. "To make me run away? You sure dream a lot."
"Dream?" Max also sneered as his Dragonheart trembled a little in his hands. "Oh, believe me when I say out of all the opponents I have killed, you will be one of the few I would enjoy killing the most."
Selene’s eyes moved to Dragonheart, then to the little cursed eye on his shoulder, and finally back to his face.
"You carry many interesting things," she said. "The Sword of the Sword Sovereign, a strange curse mark from Witch God Valley, and perhaps... something else."
The last words carried a deeper meaning.
Max understood what she was hinting at.
Caroline’s face turned tense. She knew that if Selene sensed Max’s Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline, the situation could become even worse.
Max, however, did not look nervous at all.
He simply stepped forward.
The moment he moved, Seraphine and Fin both stiffened instinctively, and several second faction elves raised their weapons at once.
Max’s gaze swept across them, then stopped on Selene.
"You brought a lot of people," he said calmly.
Selene smiled. "Enough to stop you."
Max’s smile became colder.
"Are you sure?"
Selene sneered.
Just as she was about to release her power, her eyes suddenly shifted toward a certain direction, and the golden halo behind her trembled faintly as if it had sensed something approaching from the shadows.
Almost at the same time, Max also turned his head in that direction. His Dimensional Sovereign Body had already felt them long before they chose to reveal themselves. Three auras were hiding at the edge of the battlefield, but their attempt at concealment was almost laughable in Max’s eyes, because each of them carried a presence so strong and distinct that they appeared in his perception like three blazing suns standing in the dark.
"Just reveal yourselves," Max said calmly, his voice spreading across the base of the Witch God Tree. "The auras of you three are bright as suns in the dark. There is no use hiding."
The moment Max’s words fell, the air in that direction rippled.
A soft laugh sounded first.
It was gentle, elegant, and strangely eerie, as if a beautiful woman was laughing from inside an ancient dream. The cursed mist beside one of the huge roots of the Witch God Tree twisted into a spiral, and from that spiral, a young woman slowly stepped out.
She wore a long black-violet dress decorated with silver star patterns, and a pointed witch hat sat above her long midnight-blue hair. Her eyes were deep purple, filled with starlight, and several small crystal charms floated around her like tiny moons.
The moment she appeared, the cursed aura around the Witch God Tree reacted to her presence, but instead of attacking, it seemed to hesitate, as if recognizing another wielder of strange and ancient powers.
Caroline’s expression changed slightly. "A witch..."
Nancy’s eyes sharpened. "Stellar Templar."
The woman smiled faintly and gave a graceful bow that looked playful rather than respectful. "How sharp. I thought I had hidden myself quite well, but it seems I was wrong."
Her voice carried a soft charm, yet no one present dared to treat her lightly.
Stellar Templar was one of the seven strongest first-rate forces of the Divine Realm. Unlike ordinary sects, clans, kingdoms, or courts, Stellar Templar was famous for producing witches, star-seers, curse masters, fate readers, and mystic spellcasters whose methods were often difficult to understand and even harder to defend against.
Among the seven first-rate forces, they were not known for direct brute strength, but no one wanted to offend them easily, because a witch from Stellar Templar could curse an enemy, manipulate the battlefield, read hidden dangers, or guide fate itself in terrifying ways.
Selene’s eyes narrowed. "Morgana Starveil."
The witch smiled. "It seems Divine Daughter Selene still remembers me."
Morgana Starveil.
One of the strongest geniuses of Stellar Templar.
The moment that name spread, several elves from the second faction showed wary expressions, while even Princess Rosaline’s calm gaze became more serious. Morgana was not a weak spectator who had come to watch from the side. In this Cosmic Ascension Conference, she was one of the people truly qualified to stand on the highest stage among the younger generation.