Chapter 1374 "The Celestials’ Lowest Point?"

For the camp base… it was still possible for the queen to lose her power of something and accidentally destroy their base camp that used the clouds as their foundation.

But how could the altar break just like that? The tiny altar was even tougher than their entire base camp!

It is impossible to break, right?!

...right?

The celestials' hearts were immediately tense, and those closest to the base camp hurriedly left the battlefield to check the situation.

If something happened to their base camp, that would be a big deal, much more than losing a few hundred soldiers!

The nearest celestial soldiers rushed to the base camp to see whether there were any damages or not, but the healers, the queen and the elite guards at the ceremonial area...

All of them were dumbfounded.

They saw with their own eyes how the altar could never be destroyed, just crumbled so easily like that.

If not for the special stones and other engravings on the altar that proved the altar was a real thing...

They would have thought that the weak altar was fake.

After all, although everyone saw the light arrow that struck the bottom of the altar, they subconsciously denied this possibility.

How could the weak light arrow that didn't look intimidating at all break their sacred altar?

That light arrow also had no sharp edge, and the altar casually absorbed the light.

How could the altar just break down with a single touch from the light arrow!

Little did they know that when the light arrow penetrated the bottom of the altar, the moonlight power belonging to Chantelle clashed with the one belonging to the altar.

When two forces clashed inside one place, the power of destruction could be imagined, and the altar as the 'place' of the power clash couldn't endure at all.

In just a few seconds, because of the chaotic power of moonlight inside the altar, the stone altar had no choice but to crumble into pieces.

If the one attacking the altar was the power of the sunshine or something related to the light camp, the altar would still be able to devour the power and get stronger.

But the moonlight power was just its alternative power.

Of course, if it was the ordinary power of moonlight, the altar could still absorb it the same way.

A pity. The altar faced Chantelle instead of anyone else.

As a moon elf, Chantelle was the darling of the moon, and even werewolves who relied on the moon to get stronger couldn't be called the moon's beloved race at all.

Only the moon elf who was chosen from ordinary forest elves, born in the middle of the night when the moonlight was the strongest, could be called the moon elf tribe.

They were the true darling of the moon, and their racial advantage allowed them to use the power of moonlight to do a lot of things!

They could even heal themselves, detoxify potions, and grow out missing arms and legs...as long as they were bathed in the moonlight.

The moon was like their mother, and the moonlight was their mother's warm embrace. For others, the moonlight was cold, but for the moon elves, the moonlight was warm.

How could an altar that only stole the moonlight power as its alternative 'fuel' be able to fight the true darling of the moon?

When the power of the two sides clashed, the altar suffered a huge defeat and was instantly destroyed into such a mess.

There was no possibility of this mobile altar returning to its original form after it turned into dust.

The queen and the healers were silent for a few seconds, all of them frozen with shock before they finally reacted.

"The altar!"

"Ah, ah, ah! What happened?!"

"Is it an enemy attack?!"

"Your majesty, the altar...how do we activate the racial advantage again?"

"This, this...the altar broke down...how is it possible?? Is it a malfunction or something?"

"No, no, it must be another enemy attack! Just like the strange lightning from the clouds!"

When they heard this sentence, everyone stiffened, as if they were struck with a thunderbolt out of the blue.

The same person as the one who killed almost all their healers? Or maybe the culprit's companion?

Whatever it was, the enemy had breached their base camp, and their lives were in danger!

The healers instantly panicked because they knew that in any kind of war, it would always be them who became the enemy's primary target to kill.

Now that the enemy had breached into their base camp...

They were done for!

The healers panicked and flew around in a mess while the queen's face darkened to scare people out of their minds.

The altar broke! And it broke in her era— how could the queen have the face to see her ancestors after this?

She might be recorded in history as the worst celestial queen ever! Forget about the grand achievement.

Now that the altar was destroyed, the celestials had no other way to activate their two racial advantages— the shared damage and linked healing.

The Celestials who returned to their initial state had to face countless underworld creatures...

How could they survive?

In less than thirty minutes before the time was up for the underworld creatures, the number of celestial soldiers on the battlefield was further reduced to only 550.000!

Looking at their original number, it means the celestial had been slaughtered to the point of losing one million soldiers in just a few hours.

It wasn't dawn yet, but the celestials died one after another or simply couldn't join the battlefield anymore because of heavy injuries.

How could they get to this lowest point?!

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