Malegith

"Ha, so arrogant."

The emotionless Transformers offered a cruel assessment.

Kang De perceived the book with his spiritual power, and the ink on the pages shone with the brilliance of its Element: knowledge, storage, solidification, interpretation, soot... vibrant and new, indeed just written.

The image of Dairila's evasive gaze flashed through his mind, and his heart warmed.

To be honest, Kang De didn't like the trait of being arrogant... Oh well, it's actually quite appealing.

The thought flashed through his mind for a moment, then he looked surprised. "Wait... you mean, she just wrote this book?"

Horus was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Alas... what else can we do?"

Kang De frowned and said, "But she initially said she had never heard of or seen such an insect, and she didn't seem to be lying... If she knew, why did she say that? Why go through all this trouble?"

Iron Son remained silent for even longer this time. "This kind of thing is hard to explain to someone like you, Father."

Kang De shook his head and said, "No, something's not right..."

Horus sighed deeply, "Father, this is not the time to talk about this; important matters are at hand."

"... All right."

In contrast, the threat posed by the Grewind Swarm is imminent.

Kang De turned to the first page.

"..."

"..."

Damn, Elven language.

The illiterate father and son looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Huh, it's actually Ancient Elven script."

He returned home and gave the book to Tina to translate, to show that Kang De was open and honest.

In the room, Tina sat at her desk, flipping through the books Kang De had brought back. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her profile, as she read intently, was serene and pure, as if bathed in sunlight.

She said, "This must be a very old manuscript. Elves of this era don't usually write in this style anymore... The elf who wrote this book must have been a wise and learned sage."

Tina's intellectual instincts led her to subconsciously look at the author's signature. She paused for a moment, surprised by how strange the name was. Elven names often carried profound meanings, sometimes even involving epic legends and allusions, which could not be fully understood unless one was a scholar with deep knowledge or a member of their own clan.

Like this name, she recognized the first name, which roughly means "thunder," but she didn't know the meaning of the surname. The transliteration could barely be pronounced as "Fakesigai," which was baffling.

Kang De, however, felt guilty and thought to himself that the Phoenix King was really putting on a full show, even using ancient Elven language. He quickly changed the subject. "Ancient Elven language? Can you even read it?"

"As I said, because of its antiquity, even in the Dusk Moon Dynasty, only fanatical retrogressors would continue to use this ancient writing style to embellish their refined taste and unconventional nobility. In fact, even elves find this ancient script difficult to read, let alone those in the human world..."

Kang De's heart sank; all he wanted to do was grab the Phoenix King and spank him.

But the next moment, he heard a soft chuckle. Tina swayed her slender waist, turned her upper body to the side, looked up at him, and said with a bright smile tinged with smugness, "But that's no problem for me. Get to know your fiancée better; she's a well-known scholar across the mainland."

As she said this, Tina's smile held a hint of shyness.

Even if it was said in a joking tone, this was the first time she had proactively declared her special identity.

Kang De gently flicked her head. "My apologies! Please, beautiful, noble, learned, and elegant Princess Tina, quickly translate this obscure and profound ancient elven text."

"Yes, yes, it has already begun. Princess Tina is currently working at 100% efficiency."

Although she was joking with Kang De, Tina had already flipped through the table of contents and started reading the first page. As she read, she chuckled, "By the way, there are also methods to further improve work efficiency."

"What?"

"Of course, it's a comfortable working environment, ample logistical support, and gentle verbal encouragement."

"Ah?"

"Fool."

Tina snorted, pulled Kang De over, and made him sit in a chair. Her soft, pert peach-like body pressed against his legs, and she took one of Kang De's hands, wrapping it around her slender waist.

She leaned back slightly, nestled in Kang De's arms, turned her head to look into Kang De eyes so close to hers, and said sweetly, "Hold me, feed me, and praise me often!"

Meanwhile, the Phoenix King outside the city returned to his military camp.

Even the noble, beautiful, and invincible Dairila felt guilty. However, wearing her majestic phoenix-winged helmet, her soldiers couldn't see her expression, and she dared not look at the guards' faces, even though these loyal soldiers only showed loyalty and awe... she still felt guilty.

Because she ran out to see Kang De.

And twice.

And she even helped him.

Furthermore, they accepted bribes of supplies from the enemy.

Hateful!

She left and returned secretly, but ultimately could not escape the notice of the last layer of guards. After confirming her identity, the guards responsible for security excused themselves and withdrew, and the magnificent and sacred tent of the Phoenix King came into view.

Dairila sighed inwardly, especially these past few days, this was the last place she wanted to set foot in... second only to the Maple Leaf Palace in Danfeng Lucerne.

Hateful!

The thought of Kang De kissing Princess Tina that day made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

It's filthy! Disgusting!

She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly saw the tent flap move, which startled her.

The Empress took two steps forward, pushed open the tent door, and went inside. The tent was very spacious, divided into different areas, and a pleasant fragrance wafted through the air. Although there were no ancient artifacts or famous paintings for decoration, the arrangement of various objects, ornaments, and furniture was still very tasteful and stylish, subtly revealing a martial spirit. Even in military life, the expeditionary force still ensured the Empress's dignity and respect to the greatest extent possible.

Seeing that no one was around, she quickened her pace and went to the bedroom.

The rattan wooden table was covered with ChaCha melon seeds, peanut shells and melon seed husks were scattered all over the floor, an empty 2L Coke bottle was lying on its side, and there was a faint smell of spicy snacks in the air. Various wrappers were scattered everywhere... The bedroom had been turned into a graveyard.

The bed was empty, except for a pile of books and torn pieces of paper.

She frowned, and the next moment, a cold glint flashed in her eyes as she thrust her elbow backward.

But the next moment, a hand quietly braced her arm, blocking the blow, and a hand smeared with chili oil and salt quietly reached out and pinched Dairila's nose.

"Why did it take you so long?"

The voice behind him was languid and nonchalant. "Your great-grandmother is so anxious she's about to stage a coup."

Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!

Dairila forcefully broke free from the scumbag ancestor behind her, took out a handkerchief, and vigorously wiped her nose.

She looked at the other person with displeasure.

The person before her had bright eyes like distant green mountains, and Flame red golden hair casually coiled behind her head. Her appearance was somewhat similar to hers, but her temperament was completely different... she was not dignified at all.

Judging solely by appearance and aura, any elf could immediately recognize that irreplaceable sacred bloodline and offer the highest respect and greetings to this noble royalty. But looking at the whole body...

Dairila sighed.

If her casually styled hair would be deemed "undignified" by even the laziest court stylist, then her attire was nothing short of astonishing.

Beneath her beautiful face and fair neck was a short-sleeved top that revealed a sliver of skin.

The pure white fabric, soft and clinging to the body, outlines the fullness of the figure like a moon, and shamelessly adorns it with cherry shapes.

That's all.

Yes, she was only wearing a top, the hem of which barely covered the top of her thighs, leaving her two long, white legs exposed, her skin gleaming with a dazzling sheen, her bare feet treading on the soft carpet.

Even as a woman herself, Dairila found this shameless outfit unbearable to look at; even the most flamboyant elves wouldn't dare dress like this. However, what made her even more uneasy was that the material and design of the short-sleeved top looked very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before—she didn't want to ask, because it would make her angry.

Of course, these are not the main points.

If an ordinary female elf dressed like this strolled in front of her, she would definitely order her punished for indecent assault. If an ordinary elf dared to occupy her royal tent, drink her cola, eat her snacks, lie on her bed, read her memorials and chronicles, and curse her with things like, "What kind of governance have these little [beep--] idiots and morons ever done? It's outrageous!" she would probably wave her hand and order her to be dragged away and executed on the spot with a crossbow.

But this elven royalty was her ancestor.

The Phoenix King Malegith, who ushered in the Golden Age of the Elves and established the Dusk Moon Dynasty as a world power, is a pioneer in terms of temperament, ideals, ambitions, and beliefs, and is respected and admired by all races.

A living legend.

The greatest emperor whom she regarded as her idol and role model since childhood.

This little brat is such a spoiled brat.

He swore constantly, was carefree and unrestrained, gluttonous and lazy, irresponsible and unserious. The way he acted when he made lewd remarks was very relatable, which made her feel inexplicably irritated.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's immense strength, understanding of elven arcane arts and alchemical weaponry, and even his knowledge of governance and administration all matched the qualities of that king, Dairila would never have believed that such a person was once the ruler of the elves, the most wise and great monarch in history.

Everything appears normal in both the daily records and palace documents...

Why did he suddenly reappear after being missing for so long, and look like this?

Dairila sighed deeply. "Please, ancestor, put on some proper clothes."

Malegith stretched lazily with a graceful yawn, rolling her eyes. "Isn't this what I'm wearing? I don't even know how long I've been flying naked. 'Proper clothes'? This isn't proper, it's a T-shirt, you know? Simple and plain, and it's original. You have no idea how many bastards I've fought with—whose names would scare you to death—to get this..."

"Let's not talk about this anymore!" She tiptoed among the trash and wrappers, circling around Dairila and poking around. "Give it back! My snacks and drinks! Alcoholic peanuts! Spicy peanuts! Frosted peanuts! Braised peanuts! I'll go ask Kang De for them tomorrow! Just say you ate them all!"

"No way!" Dairila roared. "I can't eat that much! Ancestor, why don't you go yourself!"

Before she could finish speaking, she was slapped on the head. "Unfilial descendants! I poured my heart and soul into conquering vast territories and laying the foundation for your hegemony, and not only did I gain nothing, but I didn't even get married. The throne was handed over to your branch of the family for nothing! Not only have you ruined the country, but you won't even run errands for me! I've been imprisoned for ten thousand years, and now I have to go get even a simple peanut? You're courting death!"

The great Malegith jumped up and down, shouting, "Restoration! I will restore the throne!"

If it were a human monarch, upon seeing the long-lost emperor of the past, they would likely have been filled with murderous intent. Elves, after all, have long lifespans and peculiar ways of life, especially Dairila, whose fate and experiences differed from those of the kings. Hearing this, she not only wasn't angry, but said, "Excellent! Upon returning home, I will issue a decree announcing the return of the Malegith, and the restoration of power to the Tainuen clan..."

Malegith's expression changed, and she immediately said, "Fine, you hand over the throne to me so you can go and seduce Kang De and have your way with him, right? -- Too bad you're not good enough! You won't even get a chance for a twosome!"

Dairila blushed. "Ancestor! I'll get angry if you say that again!"

Ever since her ancestor arrived and subtly coaxed her into revealing her affair with Kang De, he has been constantly by her side, offering her advice and suggestions.

Dairila was no match for her in a fight or a verbal battle. Furious and powerless, she could only passively listen to Deirdre's brainwashing. Over time, even though she didn't have those thoughts in her mind, she gradually started to think in that direction.

That's why, when she went to see Kang De today, even though she was speaking normally, she felt very strange inside, and couldn't help but think of her ancestor's instigation... It was so annoying.

After a while of making a fuss, Dairila reluctantly took out five cases of snacks and drinks that Kang De had given her. Only then was Malegith satisfied. The unworthy descendant sighed and used magic to clean up the mess, while the scoundrel ancestor took out a bag of instant noodles, crushed it, sprinkled on the seasoning packet, and crunched away.

"Oh, right," Malegith said, chewing and spewing crumbs, "You put the engagement ring I passed down to you, Grandmother, on Kang De, didn't you?"

"... That's the Divine Ring of Stellar Authority! Not an engagement ring!"

"Oh, so you've been preparing this in secret."

"Ancestor!"

After a brief standoff, Dairila finally said, somewhat annoyed, "It's on, and already activated. That really surprises me... Just who is Kang De? How could he gain the approval of the Sun Artifact so quickly...?"

Malegith smiled knowingly, "It's not that the Divine Ring of Stellar Authority approves of him, but rather... hehehe."

Her smile revealed a hint of smugness and secret satisfaction.

Dairila turned and glanced at her. "Ancestor, what are you plotting? Where have you been all these years? What is your relationship with Kang De? Is he related to an extraterrestrial enemy? Why won't you tell me?"

This question has been asked many times, but our ancestors always evaded the question.

She threatened, "If you don't tell me, I'll tell Kang De about you."

The Parrot's expression changed, and it said sternly, "If you do that, I will immediately restore the throne and, after seizing the bird throne, the first thing I will do is arrange for you to marry Kang De!"

Strategic deterrence between grandparents and grandchildren.

Dairila was both embarrassed and angry. "I just don't understand, you clearly miss him too, and you're even wearing his clothes. You must know him, and be quite close, so why don't you go see him instead of playing tricks on me!"

Malegith cupped her face, feigning tears, and sobbed, "Because I don't know how to face him. I slept with him, and I even saw him naked..."

As she said this, she suddenly lowered her hand, leaned forward, made a circle with her right hand, and swung it up and down in the air. She raised an eyebrow and said with a wicked smile, "I really have seen it. It's quite good. You've hit the jackpot."

"--Ancestor!"

This questioning and negotiation ended with Dairila storming out in a huff.

In the bedroom, Malegith stretched out her arms, lay back on the bed, looked up at the top of the tent, and slowly exhaled. Now was not the time, she thought to herself, she couldn't let those guys find out.

Also...

Two blushes appeared on her face.

This might sound strange, but she can be shy too. If Kang De knew that the Parrot who shouts "AWSL" and "NMSL" all day long was actually a famous king in the history of elves, given that brat's personality, he would definitely laugh loudly and for a long time.

Let's get back to business.

The Divine Ring of Stellar Authority is already in Kang De's hands and has been activated. It's not that the Sun Artifact has recognized Kang De, but rather that another entity has already recognized Kang De. This ring is a bridge, a two-way bridge, transmitting the power of light and also transmitting another kind of power in reverse... the power to break through barriers.

Now that it has been successfully activated, the little hoof will be freed in the near future...

And the next one has already been arranged.

--You're lucky, you just happened to be there.

She rolled over in bed, her mind involuntarily turning to Kang De again, thinking about what he had been doing lately, wondering what he was like now, and his hometown...

Then I thought of life on the island, of those old men and those little hooves. What would they do after they came out? My pointed ears twitched alertly.

Malegith's eyes sharpened.

--Should we get it stamped first?

I was the one who started it.

Maple Leaf Palace, Tina sat in Kang De. The princess was reading a book and explaining softly to Kang De. Kang De's arms were under Tina's armpits as he typed in a notebook on the table. This action touched the well-developed Tina, their soft flesh brushing against her. Tina didn't say anything, and Kang De didn't understand.

That book was truly a special attack on this kind of insect swarm, detailing its various habits and characteristics and how to deal with it, from defending against underground attacks to annihilating them in the field, the details of constructing spell models, the key points and recipes engraved on the scrolls, the elemental ratios of various large-scale spells, and how to make the annihilation spell array achieve the best efficiency... It was all very detailed.

Kang De found it increasingly strange.

Dairila was a complete idiot when it came to magic; when she taught him magic, it was just memorizing.

In any case, the information he compiles will be directly submitted to the Legal Department for reference. The research results here are very detailed, which can save the monks a lot of time.

However, the final issue—how to find the entity controlling the endless swarms of insects, lock onto it, severely damage it, and annihilate it—has encountered some problems.

This was also the key challenge for Goth's spellcasters: how to defend against the swarm's attack and how to counterattack and annihilate them. These ideas were very clear, but because they were unsure of how the opponent manipulated their minds, this part of the decisive battle required a lot of experimentation. This book, however, recorded many ways to win.

Only...

"Can utilize the magical artifact Saianbo Construct to launch a pure mental storm attack."

"You can also use a psionic array in conjunction with the Kewiqi Spellbreaker to unleash a spell seal strike."

"A reverse supersonic Mind Blast performed by the one who sings the praises..."

There were over a dozen solutions, practically every possible way to kill Big Bob, making the locust plague seem like a joke. Multiple flavors, multiple choices—the only problem was that Tina's translation was like gibberish. The detailed solutions were filled with technical terms and descriptions, making it completely incomprehensible.

Tina was exhausted from translating. After a quick glance, she sighed, "Kang De, this is an ancient elven text. It lists the achievements and solutions of the elven Golden Age. Some of the magical artifacts and spell seal techniques have been lost by the elves. I'm sorry... Although there are many methods, none of them are things Goth could do, and even the Human Empire and the Dusk Moon Dynasty would find it difficult to achieve..."

Kang De's heart sank, and he couldn't help but ask, "None of them are acceptable?"

Tina hesitated for a moment, looking at the last one. "Only this one... is relatively simple."

"What?"

The princess whispered, "Dragon Might."

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PS1: 5500 words... Time for bed, time for bed. Guess who's next?