Bone King: Welcome the Birth of the King.

Chapter 445 The Elf King's Offspring Deploy the Eternal Angel
This explanation.

This lessened Imina's hostility somewhat, as the forest elf before her appeared to be a child.

Who knows how old he is?

She wouldn't really 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 toward the direction where the Crown 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:
The combined level of the following classes is 28: Guerrilla, Bandit, and Forest Ranger.

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 follow you on purpose."

"That royal butterfly is indeed a good monster."

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

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

Garcín Hough was pale with fear, but his mouth kept opening and closing:
"Although this place is not in the center of the Elf Kingdom, it can be considered the central region."

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

"If we use the scales of the King Crown 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 Bashe, which can cause intense pain."

"Use this pain to counteract the hypnotic and psychological effects of the scales... This kind of 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 with Imina's glare and his generally fierce appearance, he kept his mouth tightly shut.

rustling—

The shrubs and branches of the surrounding trees brushed past the two of them, making a soft rustling sound.

As the distance gets closer.

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

A deep pit appeared before us.

The Queen Crown Butterfly's pair of enormous, translucent wings were severely damaged, and green blood was constantly 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 Crown King Butterfly.

The 5-second cooldown has ended.

This time, the target is the mouthparts!
"The Fifteen Kings of the Great Tree Sea?"

Imina gave a slight, cold laugh, a hint of mockery 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.

"Hush-hush-"

The Flower Crown King Disc looked at Imina and let out a weak hiss.

"Then—let's end it!"

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

"do not want!"

Suddenly, Garcín Hough struggled to his feet and rushed to the center between Imina and the Crown Butterfly, spreading his arms to block them.
"It has surrendered, don't kill it!"

"Get out of my way, brat!"

"No! I have the [Beast Speaker] 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… Garcín H. Ho!”

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

In the vocabulary of the forest elves, "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 a half-elf.

They had never lived in an 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. The 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 left!"

"What's even more despicable is that shortly after I was born, the Elf King actually took me to the Elf King's City on the grounds that my mother had good fertility."

Whenever Garsien Hoe mentioned the "Elven King," the man who should have been his father, his tone was filled with a bitter, resentful rage.
"I...you possess such great power, you must also want revenge, right?"

"As one of the fifteen kings of the Great Tree Sea, if we possess the power of the Flower Crown King Butterfly, our hope for revenge will be greatly enhanced!"

After listening to what the little forest sprite 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 did you come to this conclusion? Was it simply because you were stronger?"

Imina was a little puzzled by this question, and 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 elves, yet he's capable of doing such a disgusting thing."

……

Upper Earth Moon.

10 month 11 day.

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

They began their advance into the "Great Forest of Ivanshah," advancing with a steady and forceful momentum, their target being the royal capital of the Elf Kingdom.
All the way!

All the elven villages along the advance route were swiftly and decisively wiped out. Even large elven tribes with only a few hundred people could not withstand the onslaught of the two-colored holy scripture troops and tens of thousands of soldiers.

This caused all the elven tribes, large and small, along the route to flee towards the elven capital or other directions.

In this case.

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 Kingdom to the death.

This is the offensive strategy!

This approach would obviously not work against human nations, but it would be more effective against the elven 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 elves were essentially loosely organized tribes, not even a nation.

——Shangtuyue.

10 month 23 day.

After marching for about ten days, the theocratic army was forced to stop when it was less than 100 kilometers from the Elf King's city.

This situation naturally stems from the Forest Elves' counterattack!

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

This allowed nearly 10 troops to advance to this point in such a short time.
In the military department of the Holy Kingdom, the highest-ranking official is the Grand Marshal, and below him are two other marshals: Vaerian Ayn Eubiné and Gheir 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 Valyria and Gheir were stationed at the front lines.

One of the frontline command posts.

Inside the tent.

Marshal Gerd and several operations staff officers stared intently at the map spread out on the table, except that Marshal Gerd was rather old.

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

The young people all looked exhausted and drained. Although Geel's expression remained serious, he couldn't help but feel a little 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 Valyria's main force has been completely blocked by the Elven troops, which has also hindered our encirclement plan."

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

Marshal Valyria was in charge of the frontal assault to confront the main force of the Elven Kingdom.

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

"Moreover, our casualties were also very high."

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

With a blank, even somewhat cold expression, Ge Er picked up the casualty report that several staff officers had compiled on the table.

"The number of people is more than expected."

Marshal Geir 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 faith-based magic chanters, so as long as the wounded soldiers still have a breath left, they can be brought back to life.

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

Especially when compared to the casualties of the Elf Kingdom, this disadvantage becomes even more obvious!

Elves are natural-born guerrilla fighters. In a 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 Geir, a sense of admiration rising within them.

With the various forces of the Holy Kingdom currently facing obstacles and suffering increasing losses, he remains as calm and composed as ever, befitting a marshal.

"Wait!"

Marshal Geir 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 glances, somewhat puzzled.

Marshal Geir could not explain further, as the core of this operation revolved entirely around that great man of the nation.

The real battle never happened to them!
This is a tragedy, but also a reality we have to face.

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

Without the Elf King showing himself, that person cannot act easily, so their current goal is mainly to force the Elf King to show himself!
"Has Valyria made a decision yet?"

Marshal Gerd said to himself softly.

at the same time,

At the forward command post at another location.

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

"marshal!"

“Thousands of our elite troops at the front have been killed, and we must take the next step.”

One of the chiefs of staff spoke with anxiety.

Currently, the elite main force of the Holy Kingdom is being blocked by an elven army, led by an elven warrior from the Heroic Realm.

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

Valyria 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 eternal angel.

Others may not know.

Valyria, however, was well aware that the number of permanent angels was extremely limited, and while such demon-god-level 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 Radiant Archangel, the Elf King should also have such an ability.

Therefore, if they are deployed, the permanent angels will inevitably suffer losses!
Valyria's original plan was to use tactics to lure the Elf King out, trying to avoid activating the trump card, the Eternal Angel.

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

"Notification regarding the 'Four Elements'!"

Valyria sighed and finally made up her mind to speak.

(End of this chapter)