The Demon Descends!

"Oh, another bunch has come. Heh—only thirty of them. What use are they?"

Governor Aismailu stood on the second deck of an elf warship, gazing arrogantly at the high-altitude battlefield in the distance.

To his left, right, and rear, densely packed Wind Dragon riders and more than twenty elf warships hovered in the air.

This was two-thirds of the Elf Kingdom's armed forces, enough to crush any single kingdom on the human side.

"Governor, I think these barbarians invented this kind of one-man flying machine and somehow gained the support of the Winged Race, so they think they can contend with our Elf Race!"

An elf councilor in a green cloak sneered in agreement from beside him.

"Hmph, barbarians are barbarians—crude, foolish, and narrow-minded."

Another elf councilor nodded and casually mocked them before adding, "But I took a look. Why aren't those Winged Humans using ancient magic? And how have those barbarian soldiers mastered magic that lets them walk through the air?"

"Hehehe, doesn't that just prove those barbarians only received the help of a group of lowly Winged Humans who haven't even mastered ancient magic?"

The previous elf councilor laughed mockingly.

Even among the Elf Race, not everyone could use ancient magic. Some elves found it difficult to apply it in battle even after learning it.

So he assumed the Winged Race was the same.

It couldn't be helped. The Elf Race had not been in contact with the Winged Race for over a thousand years.

"As for that so-called air-walking magic, it looks rather interesting, but compared to our flight magic, it is nothing special!"

But just as the elf councilor finished speaking, an elf in a yellow cloak ran up and shouted at Governor Aismailu's back:

"Report! The lookouts have spotted five magic airships approaching from roughly