Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

When Virekis's face and figure were fully revealed to everyone, after a brief silence, a huge commotion arose from all directions.

"That's... an elf?"

"So beautiful... No, isn't this... the Elf Queen?!"

"The current queen of the elves, what are you doing here?"

"Oh my god...it really is her."

"That...that Elf Queen, who was universally recognized as the most beautiful woman on the continent before Her Majesty Queen Angrayn rose to fame?"

Exclamations and incredulous whispers instantly overwhelmed the brief silence like a tidal wave.

Especially those older, more knowledgeable spectators recognized the identity of this stunningly beautiful figure almost immediately.

That's right, it was her—the nominal supreme ruler of the Elf race, the undisputed sovereign of the Forest of Life, the Elf Queen whose songs were sung by countless bards and admired by countless nobles and powerful figures, and who was hailed as a masterpiece of nature!

Before Adel Angelen burst onto the scene like a dazzling star, shaking the continent with her unparalleled beauty and terrifying talent, this elven queen was the undisputed "most beautiful woman" and "embodiment of nature and life" on this continent.

Her beauty has long transcended racial boundaries, becoming a synonym for beauty.

However, what stunned everyone to speechlessness at this moment was not just her beauty.

Rather, it was the terrifying power she had just displayed that was enough to severely injure the demigod "Tomb" in one blow!
The appearance of the Elf Queen, and the terrifying power she casually displayed that was enough to severely injure the demigod "Tomb," instantly caused an unprecedented upheaval throughout the entire battlefield, and even among all the forces watching the battle through covert means.

As is well known, after the long passage of time and numerous upheavals on the continent, the Elf race, once one of the dominant races on the continent, has long lost the glory and unity of its ancient days.

The elves split into many branches and scattered throughout the continent.

For example, the winged elves (windwalkers) soar through the skies and dwell in the cloud-topped forests; the moon elves (silver children) worship the moon goddess and live in seclusion deep within the dark forests or moonwoods; and the sea elves (tide-kin) live in symbiosis with the ocean and are active in the endless sea and mysterious islands.

There are also forest elves, grassland elves, and even the legendary drow (dark) elves, which are said to have long been extinct.

Although these branches all acknowledge the "Elves" as their bloodline, they have long since become independent, with vastly different beliefs, customs, and even political aspirations, resulting in a very weak sense of connection and identity among them.

In the perception of most external forces, and even many members within the elven branches, the contemporary "Elven Queen" is more like a "spiritual totem" left over from an ancient tradition.

Its symbolic significance far outweighs its actual power and influence.

Nominally, she is the common leader of all elven branches, but in reality, her influence over the major elven branches is very limited. She exists more as a symbol to maintain the last vestige of cultural identity and ancient glory of the elven race.

According to intelligence from various sources, although Her Majesty the Queen possesses the pure bloodline of the Elven royal family and has a long lifespan, her strength has remained at the legendary level.

Her existence is more like a "mascot" tacitly approved by the various elven factions in order to maintain a semblance of racial unity and prevent them from completely falling apart.

However, what happened before my eyes completely shattered this widely accepted "common sense"!
The power that this newly appeared Elf Queen has displayed is more than legendary.

That terrifying strength—effortlessly dismissing a demigod's full-force attack as nothing, and effortlessly severing the Tomb Hand and severely damaging its essence—clearly far surpasses the realm of ordinary legends.

It even surpassed the comprehension of most of the veteran demigods present.

The ultimate "end" meaning contained within that grayish-white light, which made even the laws of death in the tomb tremble, was something never heard of before!

"This...how is this possible?"

A seasoned intelligence officer from a human kingdom in the north witnessed this scene using a farsight spell. His hand trembled, and he almost crushed the expensive observation crystal in his hand.

"The Elf Queen...isn't she only of legendary strength? Is the intelligence wrong? No, the intelligence across the entire continent is wildly wrong!"

"One strike... just one strike..."

In a secluded corner, a lurking dark mage gasped, his body trembling slightly beneath his black robes. "The tomb is the Lord of the Black Tomb, one of the Demon God's agents in the lower realm."

His 'Eternal Black' was so powerful that even dragons would flee in terror, yet it was... this Elf Queen, just what kind of monster is she?

"Could it be that the elves have been hiding their strength all along, and the Forest of Life has some trump cards that we don't know about?"

The nobles at another vantage point also gasped in shock, their eyes filled with a complex mix of fear and greed.

Not only the outside observers, but also the elven allies who came to support Effie on the battlefield were filled with uncontrollable shock and commotion!
Especially the powerful members of the Winged Elf race, they naturally recognized their "common ruler," the Elf Queen.

In their minds, Her Majesty the Queen, who lived in the Forest of Life, the sacred land of the elves, was beautiful, kind, and loved nature and peace. She often presided over ancient sacrificial ceremonies and mediated minor conflicts between the various branches of the elves. She was a respected spiritual leader.

However, when it comes to personal strength and real power... the Winged Elf elders privately believe that he is probably not as good as a few powerful warrior elders in their Winged Elf clan.

But now...

“Your Majesty the Queen… she…” A young winged elf warrior gaped, his emerald green eyes filled with pure shock and bewilderment, and he almost dropped his longbow.

"That power... that's not pure natural life force!"
what is that?
I have never sensed such an ancient and terrifying aura emanating from Her Majesty!

The leader, the Great Elder of the Winged Elf race, had also lost his usual composure, gripping his staff tightly, his face filled with disbelief.
"And that attack... it was absolutely none of the combat techniques or magic known to our Elven race."

"Her Majesty the Queen...when did she acquire such power?"

"Could it be that what we've seen all along is merely the facade Her Majesty wants us to see?" Another winged elf elder asked in a hoarse voice, filled with deep confusion and a hint of barely perceptible awe. "What secrets are hidden within the Forest of Life... this sacred land?"

As the person who suffered this terrifying blow and personally felt the terrifying "destruction" in that gray-white light, the impact and shock he experienced was countless times stronger, deeper, and more terrifying than that of the bystanders!
The pain emanating from the severed wrist was not physical, but rather a void and excruciating pain caused by the forced "annihilation" of the laws governing it, and the erasure of a part of its very existence.

Like the most vicious curse, it constantly eroded his soul and will.

What made his soul tremble even more was that the power contained in that attack, which was above his "death" law, was definitely not a level of power that an ordinary demigod could control!
Mu clutched his wrist, staggered back a few steps, his eyes fixed on that exquisitely beautiful face that filled him with boundless terror:

"Who...who are you?!"

The voice in the tomb was hoarse and distorted due to the excruciating pain and extreme emotional turmoil; he was screaming with almost all his might.

“You can’t possibly be that elven queen who’s all talk and no action. How could you possibly… how could you possibly possess such power?”
Who are you? Who exactly are you?

Faced with the tomb's hysterical questioning, the Elf Queen Verekis merely turned her head slightly and glanced at him indifferently.

Her sensual red lips, like newly blossoming roses, curved upwards in a slight smile. Then, under the horrified gaze of the tomb, under the tense, alert stares of the three demigods—Roosevelt, Gnus, and Drummond—and in the suffocating anticipation of all the spectators below—

Virekis, the elven queen who had shocked everyone with her thunderous actions upon her first appearance, made her move again.

She slowly raised her right hand, her five fingers naturally together, her palm facing sideways, and gently made a stroke in the direction of the still-shaken tomb in the distance.

There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations, no dazzling magical light, and not even the slightest sound of wind.

It was just a light swipe.

however--

At the very end of the path her delicate hand traced, space seemed to be silently sliced ​​open by an invisible blade, leaving a thin black crack.

Immediately afterwards, an aura of destruction, as if it were the end of all things and the return of everything to nothingness, suddenly awakened from that tiny spatial rift, like a colossal beast that had been lurking in the abyss for billions of years.

And following the direction of Virekis's hand, it locked onto the distant tomb and silently spread over.

This aura is invisible and intangible, yet it is a thousand times more terrifying than any tangible attack.

Wherever it passed, space did not shatter and light did not distort, but the implication it contained that led all existence to "destruction" caused all living beings that sensed it to feel a primal terror rising from the depths of their souls!
"Ughh ...

The tomb let out a scream that was even more shrill and painful than when the hand was severed.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the terrifying life force of a demigod, which had been chaotic yet still vast and powerful around the tomb, began to wither away at a visible speed.

Like an oil lamp that was burning brightly, when most of the oil was suddenly drawn away, the flame quickly dimmed.

His black robe billowed violently without any wind, not because of a surge of power, but because his entire body was trembling uncontrollably.

The tomb's aura was instantly and severely damaged by that invisible aura.

It was as if his boundless vitality and cultivation were being forcibly stripped away and annihilated by some irresistible force!
At this moment, the world was deathly silent.

Only the agonizing and horrifying screams from the tomb echoed, along with the frantic pounding of countless hearts that seemed to leap out of the chest.

The dense, dark clouds that had been looming over his head, representing the "Eternal Blackness" domain and seemingly capable of swallowing the sky, now began to collapse violently, like a sandcastle that had lost its foundation.

The colors quickly faded and dimmed, no longer able to maintain that terrifying, all-encompassing power. He hunched over, clutching his severed wrist; the once invincible demigod's aura, which had looked down upon all living beings, was now as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

Anyone could see at a glance that he had suffered a near-fundamental injury!

The excruciating pain, the horror, and the familiar yet strangely terrifying aura emanating from those two attacks—a chilling venomous snake—gnawed at his reason.

Suddenly, a forbidden fragment of knowledge, almost forgotten in the dust of time, originating from the deepest part of the memories of the Demon God's inheritance, sprang to life.

"No...impossible...this feeling...this destruction that transcends death...this annihilation that strips away the very foundation of existence..."

Mu stared intently at Virekis's beautiful face, which was so calm it was chilling, and in his scarlet eyes, terror spread like wildfire.

His chapped lips trembled, and with all his might, he let out a scream distorted by extreme fear:

"Divinity, this is the power of divine authority!"
She possesses...she also possesses divinity!

Moreover, it is... the most powerful and domineering type—a Destruction Godhead with the purest destructive attribute!

Upon hearing the words "destroy the godhood" uttered from the tomb, the people were thrown into an uproar and shock.

Especially Roosevelt, Gnus, and Drummond, these three demigods who were well-informed and had some knowledge of the divine realm, had the color drain from their faces in an instant.

Destroy Godhood!

That is a terrifying authority that symbolizes the ultimate dark side of the universe, destruction, end, and nothingness!
It is one of the most supreme and also the most dangerous beings among the gods.

Even if a being who has mastered the Godhead of Destruction has not yet officially ignited the divine fire and established a divine kingdom, the level of power he possesses and his control over the rules of "destruction" are beyond the imagination of ordinary demigods!
No wonder... no wonder the tomb's terrifying laws of "death" and "annihilation" were as fragile as paper in front of this elven queen.

Death, in the face of the higher level of darkness and destruction that represents the end of all things, is merely a trivial component.

Virekis had no intention of giving Tomb any chance to catch her breath or confirm anything, and glanced at Tomb, who was weak and terrified, once again.

Her slender, delicate hands, clasped together, were once again gently waved towards the direction of the tomb.

An aura of destruction, more solid, deeper, and more despairing than before, like an invisible scythe of death, traversed space and instantly descended upon the tomb!
"puff--!"

This time, Mu didn't even manage a scream. His body was as if struck by an invisible hammer, and he suddenly arched up, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with black mist and dark golden light.

The already dim aura of darkness around him plummeted again, becoming almost imperceptible.

The remaining dark clouds overhead completely dissipated, revealing the gloomy but normal sky behind.

He was like a kite with a broken string, swaying precariously in the air, his breath extremely weak. Let alone continuing to fight, even maintaining flight would be extremely difficult.

Without a doubt, the Lord of the Black Tomb, the demigod "Tomb" who struck fear into the hearts of countless people on the continent, has suffered a near-devastating blow and has lost all threat!
The world was shocked!

The entire Florence battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Only the howling wind and countless heavy, trembling breaths filled with extreme shock could be heard.

Four demigods!

Four demigods, standing at the pinnacle of power on the continent and arriving together with earth-shattering might, came together.

To everyone, this was an invincible force capable of sweeping away any country or power on the continent.

However, reality gave everyone a resounding slap in the face!

Effie not only resisted, but did so in a way that was almost overwhelming and humiliating.

An elf queen, previously considered a pretty face in mainland China, effortlessly defeated the most bizarre, troublesome, and infamous of the four demigods, leaving "Tomb" barely alive and critically injured, like a dead dog.

This is no longer a battle; this is a one-sided, crushing punishment!
The expressions on the faces of the three demigods, Roosevelt Harper, Gnus Don, and Drummond Quinn, were beyond words.

Shock, fear, disbelief, lingering fear... all sorts of emotions mixed together like an overturned palette of paints.

They had lost their former composure, arrogance, and playfulness; their gazes toward Virekis were now filled with the deepest apprehension.

It was as if we were looking at a terrifying beast that had stepped out of an ancient legend and was ready to devour its prey!
"retreat!"

"Go back!"

With almost no communication required, the three demigods reacted in perfect unison.

The three retreated to their respective camps in an instant, then regrouped and hovered in the air as if facing a formidable enemy, their eyes fixed on the stunningly beautiful emerald green figure, no longer daring to entertain the slightest thought of approaching.

joke!

The fate of the tomb is right before our eyes. The terrifying power that casually crippled a demigod, the destructive authority that seems to be a "destructive godhood"... How could this be any more of a "decorative vase" elf queen?
This is clearly a world-destroying demon disguised in a beautiful exterior!
Only now did they finally realize why the young emperor, Cohen Corleone, had remained so calm and composed throughout.

Even when faced with the overwhelming force of four demigods, he could still manage a mocking smile.

It turns out that he was not blindly confident, nor was he relying on Dunprado alone.

Surprisingly, a terrifying figure, arguably the strongest in the continent, was hiding by his side, protecting him.

With such a being standing behind him, let alone the four of them, even if several more demigods came, they would probably only be crushed.

Just as everyone, including Effie's own people, was immersed in the ultimate shock and bewilderment brought about by the invincible power displayed by this mysterious "Elf Queen".

An incredulous voice, trembling, broke the deathly silence.

The speaker was Roosevelt Harper, the former guardian of the House of Nobles of the Central Empire, a demigod who had lived for countless years and witnessed countless historical changes.

This old man, who was always known for his composure and profound wisdom, seemed to be seeing the most incredible and terrifying thing in the world.

The muscles on that wrinkled face twitched uncontrollably.

He extended a finger, pointing to the Vilekis, which floated silently in the distance, radiating a soft green light and an aura of hidden destruction. His fingertip trembled uncontrollably, and his voice was as dry and hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together:
"You...you...you are..." He swallowed hard, as if using all his strength, and squeezed out broken syllables from deep in his throat.
"The Elf Queen? No...that's not right!"
You are not the modern-day Elf Queen!

His voice suddenly rose, sharp and almost screaming, carrying a fear that came from the depths of his soul, as he hissed:

"You...you are the first queen!"
That name should have long been buried in the dust of history: Queen of Destruction, Vilekis the Destroyer!
The one who, in the ancient mythological era, personally slew the emperor of the most powerful human empire at the time, possessed a portion of the divine essence of the Goddess of Destruction, and unified the entire Elf race—Verekis the Destroyer!
You...you didn't perish long ago, did you?

How could you possibly be here!

Roosevelt's shout instantly ignited an even more intense and terrifying wave of shock!

Vilekis the Destroyer!
The First Elf Queen!

He possesses the divine power of destruction, unifies the elven race, and annihilates the emperor of the empire!

Each of these words carries immense weight; when combined, they form a blood-stained epic, buried by time, deliberately forgotten by later generations, and residing only in the cracks of the oldest and most forbidden books and in secret legends passed down orally.

It was not a romantic story sung by bards, but a truly cruel and magnificent chapter belonging to the late ancient mythological era, when gods still frequently roamed the earth, various races were constantly at war, and heroes and tyrants, gods and demons were intertwined.

“Veigh...the Destroyer…”

Gnus Tang, a demigod of the Eastern Empire, gasped, staring intently at the stunningly beautiful emerald green figure in the distance. The arrogance and scrutiny that had filled his golden and silver eyes were gone.

As a demigod with dragon blood flowing through his veins, he understood the terror of the truly powerful beings of ancient times better than most humans.

The serene and otherworldly beauty of the elf standing before him was actually the legendary terrifying being, which completely overturned his understanding.

It was as if he was seeing her for the first time—not her stunning beauty, but the ancient, malevolent spirit that might be slumbering beneath that beautiful exterior, a spirit powerful enough to tear apart the gods.

Drummond Quinn's face was now ashen, like marble.

The Southern Empire has a long history and a deep understanding of the secrets of the ocean and the stars, and naturally it also has some knowledge of the forbidden history that has been lost to time.

The name "Veighi Destroyer" is marked with the highest level of danger in their secret files, symbolizing absolute terror that is untouchable, unforgettable, and unexplorable.

He never imagined that the entity represented by this name would actually appear alive in front of him.

Moreover, it was in this way that they stood behind the young emperor of the Efein Empire!

Countless fragmented legends and terrifying descriptions of this first queen surged from the depths of his memory, causing him to tremble uncontrollably! (End of Chapter)