The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 183 Declaring War on the Moon Elves?

The moon was like a silver plate, and the sky was full of stars.

Seymour lay on the lawn, admiring the bright full moon, bathing in the cool evening breeze, and feeling the cool dew on the grass, quite content.

He was surrounded by several attendants.

"What a beautiful day. I heard that the human kingdom of Eldoron has invented airships powered by elemental energy."

"I really want to find some time to go and see it."

Seymour smiled, as if recalling events from over 300 years ago in the pleasant moonlight.

That was probably the most glorious and boastful achievement of his life.

At that time, during the reign of the Elf King Larklas, his sister Antinoya had not yet inherited the throne, but had already shown the talent of a king.

Seymour, by nature carefree, had no intention of getting involved in the tedious struggle for the throne. He voluntarily gave up the opportunity to compete with his sister for the throne and instead traveled around the continent.

He arrived in the east of the continent with hundreds of attendants and came into contact with the earliest human city-states.

He and his attendants taught arcane magic to humankind and left behind thousands of books that recorded magical knowledge.

This is the first glimmer of hope for human magic.

After returning to the Elven Kingdom, Seymour continued to inquire about the deeds of the humans in the East from time to time.

Human lifespan is too short; a mere 20 years is the span of a generation.

Therefore, every short period of time, new stories would arrive, exciting the elf prince for a long time.

He heard that the rulers of the city-states had become the first human mages, monopolizing this extraordinary power and calling themselves "nobles," beings completely different from ordinary people.

He had heard that the human noble mages firmly believed that the gods lived high in the heavens. And that they, these humans who possessed magic, were destined to become gods among men.

In order to become gods high in the heavens, the original city-state gathered the power of thousands of mages and spent two centuries preparing, finally building the floating city and ascending to the heavens.

This event is historically known as the "Great Ascension."

Seymour knew this was foolish—because the gods did not reside in the physical heavens.

Yet, I find it quite amusing that these tiny creatures are attempting to replace the gods.

Later, the development of human magic far exceeded his expectations, changing the lives of the elves and enabling many elven people to use high-quality and inexpensive goods. This allowed the ten moon elf families, who were originally far weaker than the sun elves, to regain their economic advantage by exporting materials...

"Future history will record: It was I, Seymour, the Whisper of the Moon, who taught magic to humankind, and that brought all of this to fruition!"

Seymour thought to himself with immense pride.

Suddenly, a rapid and dazzling flash of light erupted on the lawn under the cover of night.

Ten figures appeared simultaneously.

Ten legendary figures belonging to the Sunrise family!
Standing at the very front was none other than the most powerful being in the open in the Elven Kingdom—

Larklai Sunshine, the chosen one of the gods, king of the sun elves, and a mid-level legendary priest.

Standing beside the king was another mid-level legend of the royal family: Hoyland Sunshine, the legendary warrior and uncle of Lia and Elf.

Behind them stood legendary mages, warriors, and priests, including Princess Lia and Prince Elf, who had their heads bowed and looked somewhat bewildered.

"Your Majesty Laclais?" Seymour exclaimed, then smiled.

"Have you returned from the Kingdom of God?"

"What brings you here so suddenly tonight...?"

Seymour stopped halfway through his sentence.

He sensed the tense atmosphere in the air and the way Larkless stared at him intently, as if scrutinizing a sinner.

“Hello, Your Highness Seymour, my father is looking for you…” Princess Leah raised her hand somewhat awkwardly, about to greet him, when she was interrupted by her father, King Larkles:
“Take Prince Seymour away and bring him back to our palace.”

"The one who tied the knot must untie it; if we want to atone for our sins, we must start from the beginning."

At the same time, the legendary spellcasters behind them also made their move.

Emerald green ripples spread out in concentric circles, sealing off the surrounding space to prevent Seymour from teleporting away.

"Your Majesty Larklai, what's going on?"

Seymour gripped the sword [Elven Moonblade] at his waist with his right hand, his emerald green eyes filled with astonishment as he watched the legendary Sun Elves approaching him.

"Stop! Prince Seymour is the current Elf Queen's brother. You cannot take him away!" Several attendants rushed forward, blocking the path between the numerous sun elves and Seymour.

The Sun Elf legends stopped in their tracks, turning back somewhat awkwardly to look at their Sun Elf King, Larklas, seemingly hesitant to actually attack these servants who lacked combat prowess.

"Step aside!"

Laclais said sternly:
“I am carrying the divine message of our god, Prince Terani of the Sun.”

"Tonight, Seymour will be arrested and the wrongs restored."

"Anyone who dares to obstruct us is defying the divine decree and will be executed on the spot!" The servants looked at each other in fear, but still refused to make way.

Laklas is the king of the Sun Elves, he can't possibly really kill us, can he?
"You're not moving aside?"

Laclais sighed softly, then, under everyone's gaze, raised his right hand and gently squeezed it forward.

boom!
One by one, the servants of the Moon Elf royal family exploded from the inside out, turning into a huge cloud of blood mist, with fragments of their internal organs and intestines scattered all over the ground.

—【Implosion】!
"what!"

"Your Majesty Larkrace, you..."

Even the many legendary figures among the Sun Elves were stunned for a moment, not expecting His Majesty Larklas to directly kill someone.

Only at this moment did they realize:

This king of the sun elves believed that he carried the will of the gods, and his resolve was unwavering.

"Today, even if the Moon Elf Queen Antinoya were to personally stop me, I would still kill her."

"Lackless declared coldly."

—As the chosen one of the Sun Prince, the god of war among the elves, his true power far surpasses that of ordinary mid-level legendaries. He believes himself to be invincible below the level of high-level legendaries!
Ignoring the mangled flesh and blood scattered on the ground, Laclais walked step by step toward Seymour.

"Lacques, you're insane!"

Seymour drew his sword and chanted incantations in a final act of defiance.

The next moment, Priest Laclaus and Warrior Hoyland, two mid-level legends, attacked simultaneously.

Laclais raised his warhammer, and his body shone with a brilliance more dazzling than the sun, almost turning night into day.

[Divine Grace], [Divine Power], [Radiant Armor]... This legendary priest must have been blessed with countless divine spells that enhance melee combat beforehand.

Hoyland Sunshine's sword was already drawn, its cold light gleaming, and his movements were so swift that they were almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

Elf and Lia behind them fell silent.

For the first time in a century, they witnessed their powerful uncle unleash his full power and fully realized the gap between them and him.

Snapped.

In just a moment, Seymour was subdued.

The legendary swordsman was knocked unconscious and lay on the ground.

What exactly is Father King doing? Is he declaring war on the Ten Moon Elf Families?

Although our Sun Elves' strength and cohesion are indeed far superior to the Moon Elves, this is still too much... Princess Lia was bewildered.

"Let's go without further ado."

Laclais seemed to notice the surprise on his daughter's and the others' faces, and casually explained:
"Don't worry, after tonight, no one will remember what happened tonight."

"Because, more than 300 years ago, humans had never learned magic..."

Before more palace guards could arrive, the many Sun Elf legends, carrying the unconscious Seymour, vanished in a dazzling flash.

……

In the far east, in the land of humankind, Eldoron.

On the floating city.

Elian woke up with a start.

His intuition, enhanced by prophetic magic, made him feel immense unease.

A terrible disaster is about to strike tonight.

The human monarch's heart pounded.

"What on earth is going on?"

"For me to be this nervous, this could be a crisis that could directly destroy Eldoron! Far surpassing the last Mind Flayer slave army's attack!"

Elian immediately took out a crystal ball and cast a prophetic spell, trying to glimpse the traces of fate.

Given his advanced divination skills, which were ahead of his time, he would inevitably have obtained certain information unless it involved the status of a true god.

invalid.

The crystal ball was shrouded in darkness; fate offered no revelation.

A deity has obscured his prophecy.

El-Erian frowned slightly, realizing the seriousness of the situation.

Next, he might need to go directly to the goddess of knowledge, Ain, and make everything clear...

(End of this chapter)