Third Party? Root Earth Elemental Behemot

A dazzling light enveloped the jungle, causing everyone present to lose their sight.

"Is this your Theocracy's trump card for a full-scale attack?" A man's relaxed voice rang out on the now quiet battlefield.

The blinding light of the magical collision dissipated!

It was right in the very center of the battlefield.

A Elf young elven man with heterochromatic eyes was observing the Principality with an intrigued and curious gaze.

"Angel -type monster... its attack just now was at the level of Seventh-Tier monster."

The Elf youth muttered to himself, oblivious to his surroundings, radiating arrogance. "For a summon of this caliber, the summoner's strength should be at the same level."

"Strange, I haven't found any Magic Caster of this level among you humans?"

The Elf youth withdrew his gaze, slightly raised his head, and looked at the people from the Theocracy with a tone of command, as if looking down on them:

"Tell me, how did you do that?"

The atmosphere remained quiet!

When Schoen, the deputy captain in charge of the troops, saw this suddenly appearing Elf youth, his face turned pale and his eyes widened in horror.

Those heterochromatic eyes are irrefutable proof!

The ultimate goal of the Theocracy!

The despised sinner— the Elf King!

This is an existence that even Hero cannot contend with, and even surpasses those of the Outlier. With their power, they have absolutely no chance of winning.

"No!"

Vice-Captain Schoen's spirits lifted, and he looked expectantly at the Principality possessing the power of Demon Gods god, roaring in a trembling voice:

"Kill him!!"

Even though he shouted like that, he knew perfectly well that he had no right to command the Principality, yet he still made such a foolish display.

It seems more like they're masking their inner fears.

The Principality moved, its three pairs of holy wings flapping and radiating a sacred aura as it attacked the Elf King.

This was certainly not the result of Vice-Captain Schoen's orders. In fact, the Principality had already taken action before the order to "kill him" was given.

"Ha~"

The Elf King let out a mocking laugh, displaying an attitude of utter indifference towards the Highest-Tier Angel who had given hope to the people of the Theocracy:

"Take care of them, Behemot."

Boom!

The ground in the jungle shook.

An indescribable, immense, and terrifying pressure suddenly emerged, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

Unlike ordinary Earth Elemental!

Formed from piles of rock or ore, emerging from beneath the fractured ground, its massive form rivals even the tallest trees in the vicinity.

The massive arm, thick and long, was made entirely of rock and mud, occupying most of the length of the body, and exuded a rich aura.

It was a powerful aura that was almost completely different from everyone else present. Some of the soldiers from the Theocracy were so shocked by this aura that they collapsed to the ground!

What an embarrassing scene.

In the past, Vice-Captain Schoen would have definitely reprimanded him loudly, but now he had no such thoughts at all; his legs were trembling as well.

"This is simply the king of Earth Elemental!"

Vice-Captain Schoen had only one thought in his mind.

Boom!

All anyone saw was a fleeting brown shadow.

A brownish-brown fist, only slightly smaller than the Principality, landed on the charging Angel.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The Principality, possessing "Demon Gods power," transformed into white specks of light and vanished into thin air!

Surprisingly...

Incredible... one punch and it was over!

"Ah--ah!"

"Run!!"

Vice-Captain Schoen felt that it wasn't the Angel that were being destroyed, but all his will and strength, and he roared in despair:

"Damn it, bring it on!"

"Fourth-Tier Magic: Stone Wall!"

A stone wall rose from the ground, blocking the way.

As the commander of the front-line troops, his status and value far exceeded that of ordinary soldiers, and at this moment, the deputy captain Schoen was well aware of this.

He couldn't escape, or most of the soldiers in the rear couldn't escape either, but it didn't matter, as long as someone escaped, that was enough.

"Come forth, Elf King!"

Vice-Captain Schoen's eyes were filled with a death wish.

If he could hold out for just one more second, more of his comrades would escape, allowing him to relay the intelligence back to the rear.

"That's disgusting."

The Elf King looked at the shouting and yelling Vice-Captain Schoen, a cold, mocking expression on his face:

"You mere insect, stop putting on that heroic act. To die at Behemot's hands is already Mercy beyond your comprehension."

That brings us to this.

The Elf King waved his hand, as if shooing away annoying flies. "Kill them all."

Bang!

The earth Elemental Spirit Behemot moves swiftly across the ground in a manner reminiscent of gliding on ice.

The sturdy earthen wall crumbled like paper!

Vice-captain Schoen didn't even have time to scream before his body turned into tiny pieces of flesh and blood, merging with the soil on the ground.

The Elf King, not bothering to pay attention to the humans, turned around and looked at Imina and the other person in the air.

"Monster."

Imina used the only description she could think of to make her assessment, her body trembling uncontrollably.

This is not only due to their own reasons, but also because of the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly, which is entrusting them with this responsibility and is suspended in mid-air.

"Is this the Elf King?" Imina's hands clenched so tightly her fingers turned white.

She had heard many rumors about the Elf King during this time, but now that she had actually met him, she finally understood.

Why is it that despite the opponent's wickedness, the various Elf dare not show any resistance?

"This is useless. It wasted so much of my time and is even worse than other failed works."

The Elf King glanced disdainfully at the Elf girl beside Imina and commented, "In the end, she's just trash."

Shift your gaze to the left.

"Another piece of trash, and Half-Elf hybrid at that. No wonder he's so old and only at this level; there's not a shred of potential in him."

The Elf King merely glanced at Imina before speaking with disgust:

"Your very existence is a stain on this bloodline. If I were you, suicide would be the best option."

In the eyes of the Elf King.

Forest Elf are a remarkable race, and his father proved it, letting everyone know that Forest Elf can become stronger than any other creature.

This is clearly the truth!

But why are all the other Forest Elf so weak, except for him?

How can we prove that the Forest Elf are the most powerful race and bring the world into the hands of the Forest Elf —their own noble lineage?

This is what the Elf King has always wanted to do!

Dislike or hostility from the strong can create a strong psychological burden and pressure on the weak.

Imina felt alarm bells ringing in her mind, and she yanked the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly with both hands. "Run!"

"Hiss--"

Just as the Flower-Crowned Monarch Butterfly was about to flap its wings, its body went out of control and it crashed heavily to the ground from the air.

Bang!

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Imina had no time to react. She only felt a blur before her eyes, then coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her body was limply pulled into the air by a hand.

As the dust settled.

With one hand holding Imina, the Elf King curiously examined the "Magic Gun" he had taken from the Half-Elf mongrel with the other, while simultaneously stepping on the Elf girl.

Tell me, where did you get this magical item?

The Elf King looked curious; the reason he hadn't killed Imina was because of this powerful and peculiar artifact.

The reason he showed up.

Aside from recycling the trash and items from the body, the purpose was to obtain the magical item from the Half-Elf hybrid.

As for that Principality, he was at most just a little curious?

With Behemot's power, even if there were many Angel of that level, it would be meaningless.

"Explain!"

The Elf King's tone was cold as he shook Imina in his hand.

This level of item is comparable to the heirloom left to him by his father; it's definitely not a magical item that can be obtained through normal means!

"Hehe..."

Blood kept spilling from the corner of Imina's mouth, and her pale, delicate face only responded with a cold laugh.

She could now activate the "Magic Mark" on her hand and summon that always confident man to rescue her.

No!

The moment the thought crossed Imina's mind, she extinguished it.

The Elf King Elf King before them was far too powerful. Although Tang was strong, he was no match for him!

"Please don't come any closer..."

Imina silently prayed, glaring fiercely at the Elf King.

"Not going to answer?" The Elf King Taunt. "While I'm not skilled in torture, I wouldn't mind giving it a try."

"A bastard like you, if you honestly confess before the King of the Elf, might earn my Mercy and survive."

The Elf King gripped Imina's neck, applying slight pressure.

A strong feeling of suffocation.

Imina's eyes rolled back, and the intense pain caused her mouth to involuntarily open as she coughed up blood and screamed, "Ah!"

"Oh?"

The Elf King's lips curled slightly upward, and he let out a barely perceptible, knowing hum, his pupils gaining a deeper depth.

"Just as I thought."

Based on his observation, the Half-Elf hybrid before him clearly did not belong to the Theocracy. If he were from the Theocracy, he would not be able to produce a magical item of this caliber.

This is a normal situation, after all, the Theocracy inherited the legacy of the legendary "Six Great Gods".

In other words!

This Half-Elf hybrid came from a third party outside of the Theocracy and the Elf Kingdom.

The Elf King was initially somewhat wary.

Imina's "tough" attitude, displayed in her verbal probing, was seen as a sign of "weakness" by the Elf King.

The Elf King deduced that the person behind the Half-Elf hybrid, or the power of the faction he belonged to, was far inferior to his own.

"Since that's the case."

The Elf King felt a sense of relief, loosening his grip slightly as he looked at Imina, who was panting heavily.

"We'll interrogate him properly when we get back."

He was about to call Behemot back when, in the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.

Now!

The fleeing Theocracy forces.

The thick stench of blood permeated the entire jungle. Every punch Behemot, the Earth Elemental, threw was accompanied by the earth trembling and a spray of blood shooting into the sky.

In just a moment!

Several thousand elite soldiers of the Theocracy have become one with the earth.

"Ah!!"

"Don't want."

"Run!"

"...!"

Countless soldiers of the Theocracy scattered and fled in all directions, their cries and screams echoing throughout the jungle.

In the midst of everyone's panicked escape...

A figure clad in full Paladin armor stood out from the fleeing crowd, heading in the opposite direction towards the Earth Spirit Behemot.

This attracted the attention of countless soldiers from the Theocracy!

No one knew who the other was, and no one stopped fleeing.

The figure going against the current is exceptionally eye-catching!

The Earth Spirit Behemot once again swung its massive, brownish-brown fist, aiming it at the dozens of soldiers below.

Boom--Bang!

"Windstride!"

The Paladin Armor figure, like a silver lightning bolt, crashed down before the group of soldiers.

"The Invulnerable Fortress!"

The smaller, scythe-shaped weapon collided with the earthen-brown giant fist, silently blocking it in mid-air.

"Ara~"

Beneath the helmet of the Zesshi Zetsumei Paladin, a sinister smile twisted his lips as he swung his Cross-Spear War Scythe upwards.

"Are you the power that guy summoned?"

(End of this chapter)