VS the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly: Forest Elf Gacien Ho

The air became eerily quiet at that moment!

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly stands quietly in the center of a sea of flowers of various colors, looking from afar like a meticulously crafted work of art.

Its folded wings are tucked behind its body. Unlike ordinary insects, its body is slender, resembling that of Elf, except for its head, which looks like an enlarged version of a butterfly.

The body was covered with a thin, shell-like substance, giving it the appearance of a fully armed Warrior.

With a loud "bang!"

Imina's eyes turned cold as she raised her weapon and struck first without hesitation.

A bullet emitting a faint smell of sulfur was fired from the "Magic Gun," instantly traveling over 300 meters and striking the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly in the chest.

In this dangerous jungle, facing an unknown and seemingly powerful monster, she had no intention of communicating or waiting for her opponent to make the first move.

Click!

The thin, carapace-like substance on the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly's chest was shattered instantly, and a splash of green blood splattered from its chest.

"Hit!" Imina's eyes lit up, and her tense nerves relaxed slightly.

The reason I was able to so easily injure this powerful monster was thanks to the powerful item in my hand called the "Magic Gun - Sniper Rifle".

Not only does it have a range exceeding 600m, far surpassing the distance of a bow and arrow, but it can also inflict high-damage critical hits!

"Hiss--Hiss--"

In an instant.

A visible sound wave emanated from the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly, rapidly spreading outwards through the air, its hiss filled with pain and rage.

The shockwave from the sound swept through the sea of flowers, creating a rapidly spreading gale!

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly's pair of brown compound eyes turned ferocious, and it opened its insect-like mouthparts, continuously emitting a high-frequency hissing sound like shattering glass.

Pain... pain...

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly, seeing the green discharge continuously oozing from its thorax, felt increasingly agitated by the pain.

How dare the Elf attack it?

What was that weapon we just saw? It was obvious that Elf weren't skilled with bows and arrows.

Wow!

Having folded its transparent wings, the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly quickly unfurled them, and with just a slight flap, it took to the air, silently charging towards Imina.

"So fast!"

Imina's expression changed. Her slender yet powerful legs bent rapidly, then she stomped on the ground, leaping backward from her spot.

"Flow Acceleration! Ability Boost!"

A purple ponytail danced in the air.

Imina nimbly retreated, having already switched weapons, drawing her bow to its full draw and letting out a sharp shout:

"Triple Shot!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The arrows shot forward in a triangular pattern.

She doesn't use the "Magic Gun" because each shot requires 5 seconds before the next shot can be fired, and during this time, she needs to use other weapons to distract the enemy.

Swish!

After finishing her attack, Imina nimbly leaped onto a thick tree branch and quickly retreated under the cover of the dense foliage.

The butterfly monster's size and enormous wings make it clearly unsuitable for pursuit and movement in dense jungles.

whoosh--

Faced with an oncoming arrow, the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly effortlessly evaded it with a nimble and graceful turn in mid-air.

Having just been injured by this strange purple-haired Elf, it became wary and avoided attacks it would have previously completely ignored!

"Hiss!"

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly was also slowed down by the arrow attack, and by the time it reached the spot where Imina had been, it had already seen her disappear into the dense canopy.

You can't escape!

Wow!

The butterfly's wings flapped suddenly.

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly took flight at a sharp angle, appearing above the jungle. Its translucent wings were fully extended, emitting a faint white glow.

Hypnotic Scale Powder!

With each flap of its wings, a faint glow of powdery scales is released from its wings, which is quickly scattered into the jungle below as the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly flies swiftly through the air.

A beetle, about the size of a fist, perched on the treetop, covered in scales, slumped weakly off a leaf.

This scene unfolded in the blink of an eye!

"So many... bugs!"

Imina crouched at the intersection of tree trunk and branches, watching the scene in the jungle that resembled a rain of insects. Her amber eyes widened, and goosebumps rose on her arms.

Whoosh!

Imina quickly tore her cloak and covered her head with it to shield herself from the falling scales.

"That probably won't work!"

"The process of breathing must also involve inhaling this scale powder." Imina's face turned pale, and she covered her mouth and nose with one hand.

"Wing Wind!"

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly stared at the jungle below with its emotionless, indifferent compound eyes, and a faint blue light began to emanate from its translucent wings.

In an instant!

A powerful gust of air surged forth with the flapping of the wings, creating a gale that enveloped the area below.

Splash--

The branches and leaves of the tree below kept colliding, and after the swirling airflow completely enveloped the area, the air inside was continuously sucked out, creating a pressure.

"... not good."

Imina felt an increasingly intense suffocating sensation and couldn't help but want to lower her hand from her mouth and nose, but she forcibly stopped herself from doing so.

Now, if you remove your hand, you will inevitably inhale a large amount of that strange phosphorus powder!

Imina realized she had made a mistake.

She should have quickly launched an attack with the "Magic Gun" when the butterfly monster attacked, but now it's too late.

My consciousness is already a little blurred...

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"You strange Elf, why did you provoke the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly!" A furious shout rang out from the jungle behind them.

"We're all going to die here today!"

Imina, whose consciousness was slightly hazy, thought she was hallucinating and stiffly turned her head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

All I saw was...

A male Forest Elf, about a head shorter than her and the size of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, emerged from the bushes below.

The other person was looking at her with a fearful and panicked expression.

Who is this?

"How could I not have noticed? Could it be... that the feeling of being secretly watched wasn't a monster, but this Forest Elf?"

Several thoughts flashed through Imina's mind, but one thought immediately took over:

"Wait, why is this guy alright?!"

Forest Elf - Garcín H.

That's the name of this Forest Elf that suddenly appeared, looking like a human child of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Around 80 years old, which, according to the lifespan of Forest Elf, is well into the age range of a child.

"It's all that strange female Elf's fault!"

Garcín Hough's face was filled with terror as he opened his mouth to gasp for air, but the oxygen in the air had been severely depleted.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die."

The aura of death enveloped García Ho, causing his legs to tremble uncontrollably.

A deep sense of regret welled up within me.

He shouldn't have followed that female Elf; he was only curious why she was near the tribe.

In addition, this was the first time I had ever seen Elf with this kind of appearance, so I secretly followed it.

Result!

This madman actually dared to provoke the strongest and most terrifying monster in the Great Sea of Trees, the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly, one of the Fifteen Lords of the Great Sea of Trees.

Even more unexpectedly!

The female Elf was actually able to injure the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly; her strength surpassed that of the strongest Warrior in the village.

"They clearly possess such formidable strength... yet they weren't even slightly prepared."

Garcín Håkan looked at Imina, who was kneeling on a tree branch, gritted his teeth, and pulled a black pill that smelled of fishy odor from a satchel made of some kind of animal leather on his chest, then threw it at her.

"Quickly, eat it!"

Due to oxygen deprivation and the effects of the phosphorus powder, Imina's face turned red. She subconsciously raised her other free arm and caught the pill that was thrown at her.

This was something she had never seen before!

Based on the habits of Worker and the vigilance cultivated through the practice of "Eight Fingers," it is not appropriate to put such an unknown thing in one's mouth.

--but!

The current situation forces us to make this choice.

Imina also vaguely sensed that the Elf meant no harm; at least, if the two of them continued like this, they would both die here.

He picked up the black pill and popped it into his mouth.

Pain!

After swallowing the pill, a burning pain quickly spread throughout her body down her esophagus. This intense pain almost made Imina think she had suffered a serious injury.

"Snort!"

Imina couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Her previously hazy consciousness instantly cleared, and the drowsiness gradually affected by the scale powder Dispel in one fell swoop.

"That really hurts!" Cold sweat beaded on Imina's forehead. She lowered her hand from her mouth and nose, and braced herself against the tree trunk.

"I roughly know the effects of this pill."

Use intense pain to resist the hypnotic psychological effects of the scales.

The person who developed this unique mental countermeasure effect is simply a "genius"!

--Click!

The moment Imina regained her senses, she quickly retrieved the "Magic Gun" and, through the gaps in the leaves, aimed it at the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly hovering overhead.

Infrared Scan!

A beam of red light, invisible to the naked eye, shot out.

With the help of the scope on the "Magic Gun," Imina could clearly see the red ray as it aimed at the monster.

Messages appeared one by one:

Headshot: Increases critical strike chance by 20%.

Arm hit: No damage, but can knock off one of the opponent's held items.

Torso hit: Adds 50 damage

Leg hit (wing): Causes movement obstruction

This was a script that Imina had never seen before; she guessed it probably came from some kind of script in a distant country.

Although she couldn't understand the text, she had already tested the Magic Gun's abilities before, so she naturally understood the specific meaning of the words.

"I remember the last effect was supposed to hit the leg, right? But now it's showing wings."

Imina narrowed her eyes like blades; she hadn't expected this weapon to change depending on the type of enemy.

"Then wings!"

Bang!

A flash of light appeared from the black muzzle, and bullets emitting a faint sulfurous smell shot out from the muzzle.

The "Magic Gun - Sniper Rifle" is a magic item of the "highest Advanced Tier (levels 41-50)" caliber. Its weapon strength is sufficient to easily kill powerful figures in the Hero Realm.

Even one of the top Fifteen Lords of the Great Sea of Trees in the Great Sea of Trees is only around level 30.

A top-tier monster's instinct for danger!

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly's body tensed instinctively, but before it could react, a large hole was blasted in its left wing.

"Hiss--!"

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly let out another sharp, painful cry; its left wing was damaged, causing its entire body to tilt to the right.

It fell uncontrollably towards the ground below.

As the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly was injured and stopped flapping its wings, the spiraling airflow controlled by the other party began to dissipate, and fresh air flowed back into the area from the outside.

"That's Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly..."

Garcín Ho couldn't help but take a deep breath, his mouth agape as he stared blankly at the monster's figure falling from the sky, exclaiming in astonishment, "Wow, so powerful!"

Imina's expression remained indifferent, the muzzle of her Magic Gun always aimed at the trajectory of the falling Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly, silently counting down in her mind. "5...3...1".

Press with your finger.

Bang!

Another barely perceptible buzzing sound, followed by a flash of light, and a bullet struck the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly precisely in the head.

With a loud "bang!"

The falling monster was tilted again and crashed heavily to the ground with a loud bang, instantly kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Didn't they kill him?"

Imina frowned. Through the scope, she noticed that the bullet hadn't penetrated the opponent's head; instead, it had been stopped by the crown-like structure.

"You've got a hard head. No problem, just one more shot."

Just as she was about to re-aime.

"Etc!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from behind.

Imina crouched on a tree branch, quickly turned her body, her entire shoulder swinging as she aimed the muzzle of her Magic Gun at Garcion Ho below, who was shouting.

Looking at that ring of black holes around the gun barrel, it's a special weapon that doesn't have the sharpness of any sword or knife.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

Garcian Hoe felt a chill run down his spine and stammered as he hurriedly spoke, having just witnessed the power of this magical artifact.

In his knowledge, he had never heard of such a powerful magical artifact.

"Don't kill it."

Garcín Hoe swallowed hard, cautiously and nervously glancing at the strange Elf woman.

"The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly is the most docile of the Fifteen Lords of the Great Sea of Trees. As long as you don't provoke it, it won't attack outsiders indiscriminately."

Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly?

Is that the name of this butterfly monster?

The Fifteen Lords of the Great Sea of Trees means there are 15 monsters of this level in this forest.

Upon hearing this information, thoughts raced through Imina's mind, but she still maintained a cold gaze towards García Ho:

Why are you here?

Even though the other party had just saved her with special herbs, they were in a dangerous situation before. If the Forest Elf hadn't saved her, she probably would have died here.

The danger has now passed, but there are still many uncertainties regarding the identity of this Forest Elf.

"I've come to collect the scales and powder that emanate from the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly."

Garcín Hör dared not make any rash moves, fearing that the other party might accidentally use that special magical artifact to shoot him dead.

"This scale powder is an excellent material; it can be applied to arrows and weapons, and it can also be used as an alchemical ingredient to create weapons with hypnotic and hallucinogenic effects."

Upon hearing these words...

Imina raised a slight shrug to her cold eyes and gave a low, indifferent snort, "I hate Alchemist."

(End of this chapter)