Look at that nine-layered metal battle skirt, inner and outer, each layer carved through with floral patterns of a hundred different blossoms. Then look at the twelve flowing metal wings behind her, each a hundred meters long, rising and drifting gently behind Empress Green Moon with the sea breeze. It was a suit of armor beautiful beyond compare. Never mind its main-god-artifact-grade defenses—its appearance alone was enough to drive people mad.
Countless elves gazed at Empress Green Moon with fervor in their eyes. They did not care in the slightest about the armor's quality or defensive power; instead, they lavished praise upon its elegant patterns and magnificent, splendid design. To the elves, the power of any piece of equipment was secondary. What mattered most was whether it was beautiful enough, gorgeous enough, and possessed enough artistic charm.
If a suit of armor, even one at the God Lord level, was pitch-black all over without any ornamentation, the elves would only sneak it into their treasure vaults for storage. They would never wear it openly and proudly!
As some elves put it—"Even if I am carved to death by a thousand cuts, please make sure my slices of flesh have artistic flair!"
Once the elves had finally finished their preparations, the attack began. The Black Spirit Empire fleet charged toward the beach like a pack of frenzied tigers, moving at top speed. In the southern territory of the former Harlan Empire, Enzo and the others had selected ten landing sites, each one a hundred to two hundred li apart. The enormous allied army would advance side by side from these ten landing sites, sweeping northward from the south.
While they were still several li from the shore, the catapults, ballistae, magical bed crossbows, and other engines aboard the Black Spirit warships