Stuffed to Death

A gentle breeze blew, and the world fell silent. The dark clouds that had shrouded the sky were dispelled by the elven mage group, allowing the sun to shine down and illuminate the earth, making today seem like an ordinary and peaceful day.

This is sincerity, implying, "Today was supposed to be a dark day, but with His Highness Kang De's arrival, the weather has cleared up."

It is also a demonstration, manipulating unpredictable celestial phenomena, a powerful force that inspires awe and reverence.

Between the Valentan and the elven camp, in a region where projectiles from both sides could barely reach, the elves' formidable logistical system had already prepared a feast.

It turned out to be all Cathay cuisine, or at least it looked like it. There were Round Table, bowls, chopsticks, cups, and a communal dining system. Even the dishes on the table were served hot or cold, vegetarian or meat, steamed, stir-fried, fried, and deep-fried, all of which looked quite presentable.

Two elven mages stood by his side, one using magic to isolate the inside from the outside and lock in the moisture, and the other using magic to maintain the temperature and ensure the taste of the dishes. The leader of the Dusk Legion stood in front, his majestic figure facing the war-torn city of Valentan. A dozen high-ranking officers stood on either side, and hundreds of elite elves, dressed in ceremonial armor and holding banners and ceremonial objects, looked imposing and extraordinary.

The adjutant, standing beside his commander, glanced at the more than two hundred elven soldiers present, a look of worry crossing his face. "My lord, with so many soldiers on our side, will Kang De dare to come?"

The legion commander said calmly, "It's precisely because the soldiers are all openly arrayed that the enemy believes we won't resort to tricks... If I were the only one waiting here, he wouldn't dare to come."

"Besides, the more dangerous the situation, the more it stirs up the competitive spirit and pride of these young people. The Cathayan love this kind of place. Going alone into the enemy camp, with the enemy setting up a gate with swords and boiling oil, the brave ones remain calm and charge straight in, thus showing their courage and skill. Ha."

He gave a mocking smile, "In Cathayan terms, I'm just pandering to their tastes."

The adjutant laughed upon hearing this, "Then does Your Excellency also wish to follow the customs of the Cathayan and engage in a sagacious debate with the other side?"

The legion commander sneered, "What nonsense! I had the logistics department put so much effort into preparing this table of Cathay dishes and displaying the honor guards in plain sight, all to lull him into a false sense of security, to make him think I'm just bluffing him, and thus lower his guard. Intelligence from Glittering Sand Town indicates that this person is ruthless, decisive, meticulous, and has a multitude of methods. To deal with someone like him, we must seize the initiative and show no mercy."

His expression remained unchanged, but a hint of ferocity crept into his words: "I will strike suddenly just before the handshake, and with the help of others, I will take him down cleanly and efficiently. I have no interest in sitting with a human, sharing food from the same bowls and plates, nor in listening to the shallow and boring chatter of humans. Even if I were to exchange a few words with him, I would have to wait until he is lying in his cage."

The adjutant nodded slightly. "Yes, humans are inherently foolish and superficial. His grandfather was probably not even older than your son... Their lives are simply too short, so their thoughts are so shallow and boring."

The legion commander didn't reply. He gazed into the distance and said calmly, "He's left the city."

The adjutant was startled, then took the binoculars and looked. "A person?"

"Yes, all by himself, without even bringing that terrifying alchemical giant." The legion commander's face showed a mocking expression. "What an easy-going young man, so adorable."

At this very moment, the lovely young people who had left the city were speaking.

"Nonsense, why would I eat with elves? Sitting with these bastards, spouting nonsense like 'elven millet is good for you,' 'the position of vice-commander is vacant,' and 'lifestyle issues,' isn't that incredibly boring?"

"It's rare to see them all gathered together like this. Tsk tsk tsk, not only do they have soldiers, but they're all out in the open. They even have axemen lying in ambush under their tents. Don't they know this basic common sense?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Look at how diligently they're preparing; they're definitely up to no good. Whatever their plans, they'll at least come up and say a few polite words, right? I'm going to launch a surprise attack, without saying a word, just a quick glance, and when we're not too far apart, I'll give you a signal and then disappear."

"They'll be totally dumbfounded, and then you just open fire and blow their mothers up. I won't say a word to them; I'll just send them flying into the sky and exploding."

"Oh, right, remember to tell Nick that this cannon shot needs a legitimate reason. Don't say that I teleported back myself; just say that the wicked elves plotted against me and used spatial magic to banish me to another dimension. They murdered the great Prince Kang De, and you must avenge me."

Kang De had almost finished explaining when he hopped on his bicycle and rode off toward the Feast at Hongmen.

Behind him, on the walls of Valentan, countless eyes watched this figure disappear.

For some reason, Kang De recalled the picture of the successful atomic bomb test, with researchers cheering in the distance while Einstein rode his bicycle back, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the test was mostly photoshopped.

"They're here... Hmm? Wait a minute."

The legion commander had a sudden inspiration. He picked up his binoculars, glanced at Kang De who was slowly riding towards them, then looked at the walls of Valentan, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

No wonder...

He lowered his voice. "Inform the officers that no one is to make a move without my order. Suppress your hostility and murderous intent... Also, please summon Master Garcia."

The plains here are vast and flat, and the expressions of the elves ahead can gradually be seen. Kang De's collar is turned up to cover his mouth, to prevent the elves with amazing eyesight from discovering that he is talking to thin air.

He communicated with Iron Son using a walkie-talkie, which he had specially borrowed from the White Mist World last night.

"When they're about the right distance, they'll have to come to meet you. You need to adjust the coordinates carefully, and then follow my orders."

As expected, when the two sides were about two hundred meters apart, the opposite side unfurled its banners, and a ceremonial guard dressed in gleaming golden armor strode out, forming two rows in a smooth flow to create a path. Accompanied by his subordinates, the commander of the Dusk Warband walked towards them.

"Get ready... Listen to me say to him, 'Hello, your mother is dead,' then fire."

Kang De stopped, propped up the car, and calmly approached the spirit.

The walkie-talkie was silent; Iron Son remained silent, awaiting his father's command.

Suddenly, Kang De's expression shifted. He lowered his head slightly, as if examining something on his body, then, deep in thought, he said, "Wait, don't rush."

The walkie-talkie remained silent, with only a barely perceptible soft sound indicating that I understood.

The elven leader's hand was already outstretched.

Kang De said calmly, "Your Excellency, your hands are stained with the blood of Goth's soldiers and innocent civilians, and mine are stained with the blood of many elven invaders. If we shake hands, would the dead agree?"

The legion commander remained calm and said, "Before answering this question, Your Excellency, Goth ruled this land for centuries, collecting taxes from the hardworking commoners every year. He also conscripted soldiers to fight abroad, causing countless husbands and sons to die. What he gained was the fame, status, and wealth of the Taidariel Family, at the cost of the people's poverty, death, and sorrow. I would like to ask, did the successive Grand Dukes of Goth ever seek the consent of the Goth people when they did these things?"

Before Kang De could speak, the legion commander withdrew his hand.

"The answer is no, absolutely nothing. The Goth dukes ruled the common people without their consent. Similarly, whether we shake hands or not requires the dead's approval. We only need to follow our own will; that's the power of those in power," the elf said. "Since His Highness Kang De doesn't wish to shake my hand, I have no reason to insist on doing so either. Therefore, there's no need for a handshake."

He extended his hand and bowed slightly, a gesture more akin to that of Cathay: "Please."

Kang De felt a slight chill run down his spine, suppressing the contempt and mockery that had just arisen within him, and walked alongside the other person.

Behind them were officers accompanying the elves, and on both sides were dignified honor guards. The elves of this world were not as delicate and weak as Kang De had always imagined; instead, they were burly, strong, and handsome—the kind of handsome that makes one envious.

No problem, I'll kill them all and then I'll be the most handsome man in this area.

Just then, the towering elf beside him slowly said, "My name is Selendron."

Kang De turned his head in surprise.

The other person's expression was also filled with curiosity. "Your Highness Kang De doesn't care what my name is, and not out of fear or nervousness, but out of complete indifference... It truly surprises me that in this world, there are humans who would genuinely despise elves, especially someone like you who has faced the power of elves head-on."

Kang De stopped in his tracks.

The legion commander stopped, and the elves behind him also paused. The peripheral glances of the honor guards on both sides swept towards Kang De; at least for this moment, Kang De was at the very center.

He looked troubled, as if he didn't know where to begin. It was a very, very complicated problem, and it would take a long time to explain... Moreover, it would be pointless to explain it.

So Kang De nodded. "You're right, I do look down on you."

The elves weren't angry at all; some even chuckled softly.

When an elephant is provoked by an ant, who says "You little rascal," the elephant probably won't get angry.

Instead, it will seem ridiculous and laughable.

The legion commander asked curiously, "Why?"

Kang De shrugged. "There are many reasons, part of which stem from my arrogance and sense of superiority, which is very bad, very ugly, and I have been trying to change it."

"But a larger part of the reason is your behavior, your double standards, your hypocrisy, your disregard for morality, your waging war, your hypocrisy and ugliness..."

Kang De looked around at the elves, at those eyes filled with disdain, contempt, and mockery—arrogance, prejudice, haughtiness, and curiosity, just like many, many Westerners.

I don't care, I don't understand, I don't want to care, and I'm too lazy to understand.

What's the point of wasting time and breath?

"Never mind, I'm not going to say anything more."

He sighed, then said, "Fuck your mothers."

The air seemed to freeze. The noble elves exchanged bewildered glances, some even doubting whether they had misheard. Their minds, brimming with countless elegant phrases, could not comprehend this simple, direct, and vulgar language. None of the many rules of etiquette they had learned offered a solution to this situation.

He even forgot to get angry.

A moment later, Selendron was the first to recover. His face showed no anger, but his tone had become more serious. "You shouldn't have said that. It was rude, ridiculous, ill-mannered, and brought shame upon Teldrassil."

Kang De nodded and said, "I wage war, I invade other people's lands, I kill and slaughter innocent civilians, I use any means necessary, I am cold-blooded and ruthless, but I know that I am a noble and pure race—that is your logic, hypocritical, ugly, and ridiculous. I really want to see what you look like when you tear off your masks."

He sneered, "Just like now, swearing on your honor and dignity that you would never ambush or harm someone, yet you set a trap from the very beginning. Isn't that despicable? Even if someone points a finger at your mother and insults her, you still maintain your elegance, saying, 'You shouldn't have said that.' Does that mean if I slept with your mother, you would put on that cuckold's face and say with a pained expression, 'You shouldn't have done that to me'?"

Selendron's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted sharply, "Kang De!"

Swords were drawn, spears lay flat, and a murderous aura swirled around them.

Kang De remained expressionless and said calmly, "Why are you calling me 'wild father'?"

The legion commander was furious and almost struck, but then a cruel, sinister smile appeared on his face, "You've already found out? You came here alone and still dare to be so presumptuous. You must have something to rely on, right? I already discovered that Valentan didn't even send any reinforcements. You never intended to go back the way you came, did you?"

"During the siege the other day, that mechanical giant's final attack, a long-range aerial shot, destroyed my command post. Its power was immense. Are you here this time to try and replicate that, using yourself as bait to lure us together so that the mechanical giant can wipe us out in one fell swoop?"

Do you think I've figured out what method you'll use to escape?

His tone grew calmer, but the murderous intent and cruelty in his eyes intensified.

"The news of Glittering Sand Town has spread throughout the army. The intelligence department has dug up everything that happened there, including how Princess Tina escaped... Prince Kang De also has a similar teleportation artifact, right?"

"After I guessed what was going on, I secretly invited Master Garcia to perform spatial anchoring on this place. You may not understand the principle of this spell, but I can tell you that the space around you has been locked. This means that no matter where you want to teleport, the power of the mage Garcia will lock you firmly in place and pull you back and fix you here before you can successfully teleport!"

In other words... you can't leave!

Selendron said calmly, "You will pay a heavy price for those words."

Kang De chuckled softly, "So his name is Garcia."

The legion commander's expression changed drastically, and he attacked with lightning speed.

But Kang De's eyes already held the light of time's passage. He tore his clothes, pulling out Crimson Scroll imbued with the divine power of spacetime from the Dragon of Creation. Shattered black light emanated from his surroundings. "The reason I'm rambling on with you is simply because I think killing another elf skilled in spatial manipulation is quite a bargain."

The next moment, he vanished without a trace.

Selendron immediately turned around and shouted sharply, "Master Garcia, quick..."

A soft sound, like shattering glass, rang out. The spatial manipulation trick vanished, revealing the old and wise face of the elven mage. The elegant elf, who had lived for many years, disappeared from this world in an instant, vanishing completely, dying without a trace.

So much so that even the elves didn't know what death meant.

This sorcerer Garcia is the first life form in the world since its inception to be literally burst apart by an entire universe.

The next moment, the shrill sound of shells whistling through the sky came.

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PS1:... Never mind, I won't say anything more.