The Elf King's Offspring, Deploying the Permanent Angel

This explanation.

This lessened Imina's hostility somewhat; the Forest Elf before her appeared to be a child.

Who knows how old he is?

She certainly wouldn't treat the other person like a child.

"That reason won't stop me from killing that monster!"

Imina pushed off the tree branch with her feet and suddenly jumped down, landing next to Garcín Hoe. Before he could react, she grabbed him by the collar.

Bang!

He pushed off with his foot.

With a muffled thud, Imina, holding onto García Hoe with one hand, rushed towards the direction where the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly had fallen.

What are you going to do...? Let me go!

Garcín Hough turned pale with fright and struggled desperately, but he could not break free from the seemingly slender arm.

Imina has three professions:

[Scout], [Rogue], [Forest Ranger], Overall Level 28.

In the forest environment, he was like a fish in water. Although he was not a pure Warrior, his strength was beyond what Garcín Ho could break free from.

Imina remained expressionless.

The Forest Elf imp clearly came from a nearby Elf village, and happened to lack a guide and information about the area.

"Don't kill me, I really didn't mean to follow you."

"That Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly is indeed a good monster."

"Could you please not kill it? The phosphorus powder it produces can help the villagers win."

"Did you know that humans have launched another war against us Elf?"

Garcín Hough was pale with fear, but his mouth kept opening and closing:

"Although this area isn't in the center of the Elf Country, it's still considered part of the central region."

"Although we repelled a human squad last time, the Elder say that a large number of human soldiers have entered this time."

"If we use the scales of the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly to make weapons, we should be able to repel more human soldiers."

"..."

"The black pill I gave you was made by myself. It uses the venom of a snake called the Ba Snake, which can cause intense pain."

"Using this pain to counteract the hypnotic and psychological effects of the scales... this kind of Ba Snake is very difficult to catch."

A constant stream of chatter came from García Hoe's mouth.

Although Imina had heard a lot of important information, a vein bulged on her forehead, and she coldly snapped, "Shut up!!"

Garcín Hoe shrank back in fright, and coupled with Imina's glare and his generally fierce appearance, he kept his mouth tightly shut.

rustling--

The shrubs and branches of the surrounding trees rustled past the two of them.

As the distance gets closer.

Imina could already hear the hissing of the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly, and reached out to push aside the bushes in front of her.

A deep pit appeared before us.

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly's pair of enormous, translucent wings were severely damaged, and green blood was continuously flowing from the wounds on its slender, Elf -like body.

Click!

Imina tossed aside the Garsien Ho she was carrying, picked up the Magic Gun again, and aimed it at the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly.

The 5-second cooldown has ended.

This time, the target is the mouthparts!

"The Fifteen Lords of the Great Sea of Trees?"

Imina gave a slight, cold laugh, a hint of Taunt flashing in her amber eyes. "Just a guy with a big reputation."

She never held back when speaking to her enemies!

She was well aware that her victory was mainly due to the Magic Gun in her hand, but the outcome of the battle was the most important factor.

"Hiss--Hiss--"

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly looked at Imina and let out a weak hiss.

"Then let's end it here!"

Imina lifted her slender fingers slightly, preparing to press down.

"Don't want!"

Suddenly, Garcín Hough struggled to his feet and rushed to the center between Imina and the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly, spreading his arms to block them:

"It has surrendered, don't kill it!"

"Get out of my way, brat!"

"No! I possess the [Beast Tamer] profession, which allows me to understand what beasts and monsters are trying to say!" Garcian Homing, despite his fearful expression, still stubbornly shouted.

Imina narrowed her eyes, a hint of impatience on her face.

"A powerful Elf like you."

"You must be a descendant of the Elf King! I... I'm just like you!"

Garcín Hoe's eyes were red-rimmed, his short, emerald-green bangs loosely obscuring his eyes, and he spoke with a mixture of weakness, resentment, and bitterness:

"My name is... García H.!"

When the name was mentioned, García Hoe spoke in a hesitant voice, as if the name held some special meaning.

In the vocabulary of the Forest Elf, "Jasi" means pain, and the suffix "En" is an onomatopoeia for pain.

The word "Garshan" signifies that Garshan Ho's birth was an unbearable pain for his mother and community!

Unfortunately, Imina was only Half-Elf.

They had never lived in Elf tribe, so they couldn't understand the meaning behind this word.

but.

I heard information about the "Elf King".

Imina paused for a moment, a glint of light flashing in her beautiful eyes. That man had led her to this forest.

It wasn't really just about letting her "go home" for a visit.

"One hundred years ago, the Elf King suddenly appeared in my tribe, forced my mother to become pregnant, and then disappeared!"

"What's even more despicable is that, shortly after my birth, the Elf King! actually took me to the Elf King City by force, citing my mother's excellent fertility."

Every time Garsien Hoe mentioned the "Elf King," the man who should have been his father, his voice was filled with a resentful, gnashing tone:

"I... You possess such immense power, you must also desire revenge, right?"

"As one of the Fifteen Lords of the Great Sea of Trees of the Great Sea of Trees, if we possess the power of the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly, our hope for revenge will be greatly enhanced!"

After listening to what the little Forest Elf had to say...

Imina had a general understanding of what had happened; the other party clearly regarded her as the offspring of that Elf King as well.

"How was this conclusion reached? Was it simply due to greater strength?"

Imina was a little puzzled by this question. Looking at García Ho in front of her, she couldn't help but think to herself:

"This Elf King has a terrible reputation among the Elf; how could he do something so disgusting?"

Upper Earth Month.

October 11th.

The Slane Theocracy deployed 30,000 elite troops and 60,000 ordinary troops, in conjunction with forces led by the [Fire Extinguishing Scripture], skilled in guerrilla warfare, and the [Earth Dust Scripture], skilled in defensive warfare.

They began entering the "Great Forest of Evasha," advancing with a steady and forceful momentum, their target being the Royal City of the Elf Kingdom.

Along the way!

All the Elf villages along the advance route were swiftly and decisively wiped out.

Even a large Elf tribe with a population of several hundred could not withstand the onslaught of the two-colored Scripture Forces and an army of tens of thousands.

This caused all the Elf tribes, large and small, along the route to flee towards the Elf King City or other directions.

In this situation...

The Slane Theocracy did not pursue them at all, merely showing no intention of obstructing them, and thus adopting an attitude of not caring.

This completely different situation led the Theocracy to show that it was determined to fight the Elf King City to the death.

This is the offensive strategy!

This approach would obviously not work against human nations, but it would be effective against the Elf Kingdom, a nation structured as a tribe.

There is no problem.

If it weren't for the Elf King's overwhelming military power, his dictatorial self-proclaimed kingship, and his forceful rule over the various tribes...

otherwise.

The Elf were essentially a loosely organized group of tribes, not even a nation.

--Upper Earth Month.

October 23.

After marching for about ten days, the Theocracy army was forced to stop less than 100 kilometers from the Elf King City.

This situation is naturally a counterattack from the Forest Elf!

Large-scale military marches through forests are extremely difficult, but there are transport routes established through more than two hundred years of war with the Elf Kingdom.

This allowed nearly 100,000 troops to advance to this point in such a short time.

Within the Military Department of the Theocracy, the highest-ranking official is the Grand Marshal, followed by two other Marshals: Valerian Ayn Eubiné and Gael Lazarus Bagri.

All three marshals were mobilized for this battle!

Besides the Grand Marshal who was stationed at the central command post at the rear of the army, Marshals Valerian and Gael were stationed at the front lines respectively.

One of the frontline command posts.

Inside the camp.

Gael and several operations staff officers were intently studying the map spread out on the table, except that Marshal Gael was relatively old.

The remaining operations staff officers appeared to be only around twenty years old.

The young people all looked exhausted and drained, which made Gael, though his expression remained serious, secretly amused.

It's probably because I was thinking about my younger days.

Age is not necessarily an indicator of strength, especially in the military; relevant experience and knowledge are more important.

This war was an important learning opportunity and experience for these young staff officers.

"Marshal."

A young staff officer, his voice slightly hoarse, his eyes dark-rimmed, and his demeanor clearly tense, spoke in a low, strained voice:

"The situation at the front is not favorable for us!"

"Marshal Valerian's main force has been completely blocked by the Elf army, thus hindering our encirclement plan."

The two marshals at the front had different battle plans this time.

Marshal Valerian was in charge of the frontal assault to confront the main force of the Elf Kingdom.

The troops led by Marshal Gael were tasked with forming a semi-encirclement around the Elf King to prevent the Elf inside from escaping.

"Moreover, our casualties were also heavy."

The young staff officer on the other side spoke up immediately afterward.

With a blank, even somewhat cold expression, Gael picked up the casualty report compiled by several staff officers on the table.

"There are more people than expected."

Marshal Gael looked at the report in his hand, and even though he had some expectations, he still couldn't help but become more serious.

The Theocracy possesses a large number of Divine System Magic Caster, so as long as a wounded soldier still has a breath left, he can be brought back to life.

Because of this, the number of casualties in the Theocracy has always been extremely low, but even so, the death toll is still quite high.

This disadvantage becomes even more apparent when compared to the casualties suffered by the Elf Kingdom!

Elf are natural-born Scout. In the jungle environment, they are like fish in water, able to maximize their abilities.

"Marshal, what should we do next?"

Several staff officers stared intently at Marshal Gael, a sense of admiration rising within them.

With the various forces of the Theocracy currently facing obstacles and suffering increasing losses, he remains remarkably Calmness and composed, befitting a marshal.

"Wait!"

Marshal Gael stared intently at the map on the table, remained silent for a long while, and then uttered a single word.

This caused the staff officers present to exchange puzzled glances.

Marshal Gael could not offer much explanation; the core of this operation revolved entirely around that great man of the nation.

The real battle was never with them!

This is a tragedy, but also a reality we have to face.

A single powerful figure in the Hero Realm can defeat thousands of soldiers, let alone that lord who can easily annihilate powerful Hero, and that despicable Elf King.

Without the Elf King's appearance, that person cannot act easily, so their current goal is mainly to force the Elf King to show himself!

"Has Valerian made a decision yet?"

Marshal Gael said to himself softly.

at the same time,

At the forward command post at another location.

Marshal Valerian, with his back to several equally young chiefs of staff behind him, silently gazed at the map hanging on the wall.

"Marshal!"

"The elite troops at the front have suffered over a thousand casualties; we must take the next step."

One of the chiefs of staff spoke with anxiety.

Currently, the elite main force of the Theocracy is being held back by an Elf army, led by an Elf Warrior from the Hero Realm.

Even with the [Earth Dust Scripture] troops, skilled in defensive combat, blocking the way at the front lines, they could only serve as a diversionary force!

Valerian frowned deeply. He was aware of the difficulties at the front, but he was somewhat hesitant to make a decision.

This time, we're attacking the Elf Kingdom!

They actually have two trump cards: one is naturally the guardian deity of the Theocracy, and the other is the Permanent Angel.

Others may not know this.

Valerian, however, was well aware that the number of Permanent Angel was extremely limited, and while such Demon God Rank power was a formidable weapon on the battlefield,

But they were no match for the Elf King!

Because the Guardian Deity could easily destroy a Principality, the Elf King should also possess such an ability.

Therefore, if they are deployed, the Permanent Angel will inevitably suffer losses!

Valerian's original plan was to use tactics to lure the Elf King out, trying to avoid activating the trump card, the Permanent Angel.

But now it seems... that's impossible!

The Four Elements of a Notification!

Valerian sighed and finally made up her mind to speak.

(End of this chapter)