Rescue! A Rescue? The Elf King Appears!

After issuing such an order.

Marshal Valerian felt both relieved and somewhat dejected, which undoubtedly indicated the failure of his tactical plan.

Is it really a tactical issue?

Valerian slowly raised her head, a hint of bewilderment showing in her aggressive gaze.

A formidable enemy of that level!

This has far exceeded the scope that tactics can predict and control. In other words, in the face of an enemy whose power surpasses that of Demon Gods, are tactics still truly useful?

Valerian was unaware, and deep down probably didn't want to know the answer.

At this very moment!

The front lines of the war.

Tens of thousands of elite troops from the Theocracy were blocked in front of a small hill in the jungle, which had neither Fortress nor steep terrain. To describe this place as a "small hill" is an exaggeration; it was nothing more than a common earthen slope.

That's why it's described this way.

This was probably because the Theocracy needed to save face, and it served as a report and excuse for the defeat in the war.

It's such a simple location!

It has become an insurmountable chasm for tens of thousands of elite troops.

But they only have one enemy!

Countless soldiers of the Theocracy hid behind lush trees, some peeking out cautiously to look at the earthen slope.

All I saw was...

At the very top of the earthen slope, a young-looking Elf girl sat alone on a small chair.

Beside him lay a magical longbow, incongruous with his short stature, and on the other side of the chair was a quiver containing arrows.

Such a Elf girl!

However, it claimed the lives of nearly a thousand soldiers of the Theocracy and even rendered the Theocracy's tens of thousands of troops unable to move.

In the realm of legends and tales, such as those set in the "Hero Altar," the opponent would likely be the kind of Hero figure that Bard love to sing about and spread, capable of influencing the battlefield single-handedly.

But!

As an enemy, facing such an opponent, a commander would likely feel a sense of powerless anger.

"Hateful!!"

Schoen, the vice-captain of the [Fire Extinguishing Scripture], inwardly wanted to shout something.

From a tactical perspective!

If they encounter strong resistance, the troops can certainly adopt a retreat tactic, especially in a large forest like the one in front of them, where there is no place that cannot be bypassed.

only-

If there is only one enemy, then such tactics are meaningless. In fact, they might be even more dangerous if the enemy is pursued by such a highly mobile enemy.

The tens of thousands of troops were like sheep on the grassland, destined to be slaughtered one by one by hunters.

The current situation is more like a helpless compromise!

Lieutenant Schoen leaned against the thick tree trunk, racking his brains for a solution, his back already soaked with sweat.

"What an unpleasant Elf!"

Vice-captain Schoen thought to himself, his gaze turning somewhat somber. Analyzing the opponent was also part of the strategy:

"Unfortunately, this Elf imp's expression never changed from beginning to end; he was practically a living doll."

Of course, the other party is not a puppet, but a living being with flesh and blood.

Right at this moment!

Boom!

Suddenly, a magical firework rose from the rear camp, pierced through layers of forest, and exploded in the sky.

The sound wasn't very loud.

But the light it emitted in that instant was so dazzling that it instantly attracted the attention of everyone present, even in broad daylight!

"What is this?" Vice Captain Schoen was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed; he was indeed aware of such an arrangement.

Once a signal is detected.

Frontline troops should proactively abandon offensive operations and shift from confrontation to defense.

Vice-captain Schoen didn't understand why such an order had been issued, but as a member of the team on the battlefield, he naturally had to obey the command's arrangements.

"Gather!"

With the instructions issued,

The troops, scattered in all directions, gathered at the pre-determined location.

Vice-Captain Schoen's face gradually revealed an expression of pain and reluctance; such an order had effectively disrupted the stable situation.

The troops were dispersed to avoid enemy attacks, but now that they are suddenly brought together, a large number of soldiers will be exposed to the enemy's view!

really--

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Screams began to rang out.

The Elf girl remained as emotionless as a puppet, raising her bow and arrow to fire.

It was clearly just a single arrow that was shot, yet it transformed into a rain of arrows in mid-air and descended upon us. What's even more infuriating is that...

These arrows could actually avoid the trees and bushes in the jungle, accurately hitting the soldiers of the Theocracy!

"Asshole!"

Hearing the screams of his comrades, Deputy Captain Schoen clenched his fists, blood welling in his eyes, but he had no choice but to continue carrying out orders.

The only good news is...

The screams meant that the soldiers were not dead.

Based on previous intelligence and speculation, the arrows fired by the Elf girl likely abandoned destructive power in favor of spreading ability.

This will result in a decrease in power and accuracy.

Brush!

In an instant.

A dense, sacred energy, like a white shooting star, streaked rapidly from afar and came into everyone's perception.

A Sun Anglerfish, composed of white light, descended upon the battlefield, its holy aura spreading rapidly like a tide!

Semi-transparent feathers fluttered in the air.

A construct, its entire body radiating Holy Light, with a yellow halo above its head and possessing three pairs of wings—one large and two small—appeared on the field.

The Principality, headless and legless, stands silently in everyone's sight, holding a golden scepter symbolizing royal power.

A faint scent of herbs wafted over, washing away the stench of blood from the battlefield!

At the moment the Principality appeared.

An eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield!

"The highest, Highest-Tier Angel!"

Vice-Captain Schoen's pupils dilated, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

The low morale of the Theocracy soldiers surged rapidly in an instant, and everyone erupted with intense emotions.

"Why?"

Vice-Captain Schoen hadn't expected the marshals to have such a contingency plan, but this also made him even more puzzled. "This is Highest-Tier Angel with the power of Demon Gods. Why would they switch the troops to defense when they're deploying such power?"

Boom!

As Principality summons demons, he doesn't have any opening remarks; after confirming the enemy, his three pairs of wings flutter.

The enormous, divine body flashed.

The Principality had already appeared above the Elf girl's head.

The Elf girl, who had remained expressionless like a doll throughout, showed a change in her blank gaze upon seeing the Angel radiating Holy Light above her head.

"Good.--.-·Warm.---

The Elf girl didn't seem to speak often, which made her voice somewhat intermittent as she tilted her head back to feel the sacred light.

At this moment, they even gave up resistance!

The Principality suddenly swung his golden staff, smashing it down on the Elf maiden below.

And as the attacked party.

A smile appeared on the Elf girl's stiff face, as if she had received some kind of redemption.

We won!

This was the thought that arose in the hearts of everyone in the Theocracy.

All eyes were fixed on the golden staff, the light and shadow falling in mid-air, as if they could already see the Elf girl turn into a pile of minced meat.

A crisp "ding!" sounded!

The golden staff was deflected in mid-air by some force, missing the Elf girl's body and crashing to the side.

Boom!

The enormous roar shook the ground.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and the shockwave that followed blasted the Elf girl sitting atop the hill away.

It was at this time.

A ripple suddenly appeared in the sky.

A purple-haired Elf riding a giant butterfly monster emerged from stealth and caught the Elf girl who had been blasted away.

A powerful impact!

The giant butterfly monster was sent flying backwards a distance, along with the kneeling figure.

"Cough--cough The Elf girl weakly raised her head, blood flowing continuously from her earlobes, eye sockets, and nasal cavity."

Clearly, even though she dodged the fatal blow, the aftershocks of the Principality's all-out attack still severely injured the Elf girl.

"Seriously!"

Imina hugged the Elf girl, took out a potion from her pocket, and poured it into her mouth, speaking in a scolding yet worried tone, "You almost died. Even if you were scared out of your wits, you shouldn't have been completely unresponsive."

"What's going on? They actually sent you to hold off the Theocracy's forces all by yourself. At your age, you should be younger than that brat García Ho."

Infusion of therapeutic agents.

The Elf girl's injuries healed somewhat, and her dull pupils regained a spark of life as she looked at Imina, her savior.

There was no gratitude in the Elf girl's eyes; instead, there was resentment!

"Hello!"

Imina glared at her. "What kind of look is that? I just saved you."

During this period, she came into contact with quite a few Elf tribes and found that these Forest Elf seemed to have some mental problems.

A flash of holy light.

Whoosh!

The Principality raised his golden staff, relocked to his target, and with a swift movement, charged toward Imina was suspended in mid-air.

"Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly!"

Imina's expression changed, and she disregarded the forest girl, immediately letting out a loud shout.

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly swiftly evades the attack with its translucent wings, deftly darting back at a ninety-degree angle.

It's a pity!

The difference in skill level is enough to negate any so-called skill.

The Principality easily caught up with the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly and once again swung his golden staff weapon.

Rinli, piercing sound exploded in the sky!

Imina gripped the "Magic Gun" tightly with both hands, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, her amber pupil fixed on the scope.

Bang!

The bullet flew out.

A crisp "ding" sounded as the two objects collided.

The golden staff was deflected slightly again, allowing Imina and the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly to narrowly avoid the attack.

Seeing this, Imina showed no sign of relaxation; instead, her tension only increased.

She had never seen the Principality before, but the moment she saw him, she could sense the difference between them.

That suffocating feeling of being extinguished!

It made her body tremble uncontrollably; it was an indescribable and irresistible sense of oppression.

If it weren't for the "Magic Gun," she wouldn't even have the right to resist on her own. Even now, she can only put up a little resistance!

"Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly! Let's go!"

Imina had no intention of staying to fight the Theocracy; her sudden intervention was simply because she couldn't bear to see the Elf elven girl die.

"Hiss—" The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly let out a hiss, its translucent wings emitting specks of fluorescent light that enveloped its entire body.

Invisibility Scale Powder!

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly emitted a shower of scales, causing itself, along with Imina and the Elf girl riding on it, to vanish into thin air.

Below, in the jungle.

"See Invisibility!"

Vice-Captain Schoen instinctively activated his magic, and at the same time used the Second-Tier "Ears of the Elephant" ability to immediately lock onto the location of Imina and the others.

"There it is!!"

Vice-Captain Schoen raised his voice as loud as he could to warn him, though he wasn't sure if the Principality would obey.

Under everyone's watchful eyes.

As if he had heard the warning, the Principality turned his body, facing the air in front of him to the left, and suddenly released a holy light from his body.

"Holy Ban"

The white energy transformed into a restrictive force, instantly enveloping the area in front.

"Hiss-"

The Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly struggled to reappear.

Not good!

Imina's pupils contracted as she saw the Principality unleashing terrifying holy energy once more, and her face turned pale.

It seems that because the enemy avoided two consecutive physical attacks, the Principality has clearly given up on using physical attacks this time!

Click!

The golden tin staff made a shattering sound.

It transformed into golden fragments, surrounding the Principality, and then formed the purest divine energy that flowed into his body.

"Holy Smite"

An astonishing and terrifying burst of divine energy.

The energy gathered before the Principality, finally transforming into a pillar of light that shot towards Imina.

at the same time!

Located at the very back of the Theocracy's command post.

Inside a separate tent.

Dressed in Paladin Armor, Zesshi Zetsumei sat on the ground without any regard for appearances, his eyes fixed on the Nine Linked Rings in his hands that made a "crackling" sound.

And in the spot to the side.

Tang Zheng sat quietly on a wooden chair covered with soft cushions, his eyes slightly closed, then suddenly opened.

Click!

The Nine Linked Rings rings stopped clicking.

"What's wrong?" Zesshi Zetsumei seemed to have sensed something, her face showing a puzzled expression.

"He's here."

Tang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled and said,

"Oh."

Zesshi Zetsumei's heterochromatic eyes gradually turned cold. He put the Nine Linked Rings aside and stood up. "Any suggestions?"

"To achieve victory directly, the same method used against the Silver Armor should suffice."

Tang Zheng chuckled silently.

"Hmph." Zesshi Zetsumei snorted lightly, clearly rejecting the suggestion. "I'll do it my way!"

Meanwhile, on the battlefield...

As Imina prepared to Magic Mark on her hand in the face of the terrifying beam of holy energy, a detached and arrogant voice rang out.

"Shining Burst!"

An even more intense light collided with the Holy Light; the two forces canceled each other out in mid-air and then completely dissipated.