The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 193 The Elf Queen's Wrath
Elian sighed softly, his figure disappearing into a cloud of mist and reappearing on the ground.

The enormous bone dragon pounced on Hoyland like a predator pouncing on its prey.

Ding ding ding ding ding.

Sparks flew as the sword and bone claws clashed.

The elven warriors, moving with lightning speed and leaving a trail of afterimages, were locked in fierce combat with a giant bone dragon as large as a small mountain.

This elven warrior, who had slain many ancient dragons, was once again embroiled in a fierce battle with dragons many centuries after the fall of the dragon empire.

"Go quickly and aid Prince Hoyland!"

The royal guards attempted to come to Hoyland's aid, but were blocked by the terrifying dragon's might and the indestructible golems, making it difficult for them to get close.

The more Hoyland fought the bone dragon, the more astonished he became.

The body of this skeletal dragon was clearly enhanced by a mysterious power (psychic abilities), and its surface was covered with an indestructible, invisible armor.

"A dead being whose strength is comparable to a true mid-level legendary!"

"Can a necromancer control such a high-level undead?"

"Human mage, you actually had such a trump card!"

Hoyland barely dodged the dragon breath, a mixture of negative energy and psychic powers, and sidestepped several giant swords from steel golems. He looked disheveled and resentful as he watched Elion walk toward the brass palace, yet he was powerless to stop him.

Elion walked forward step by step, stepping over the brass doors, toward the 15 legendary spellcasters who were performing the ritual.

Seymour, bound to the iron bed, burst into laughter upon seeing Elrian enter the palace:

"Hahaha."

"Your Majesty Larklai, it seems your plan has failed."

"Even the King of Man has come knocking on our door."

Many of the Sun Elf legends, who were already somewhat unwilling but had to obey due to King Larklas's status as a chosen one, all looked towards their king:

"Your Majesty, shall we end the ceremony?"

"Yes, the King of Man has already broken in. We have failed. The ritual can no longer succeed."

"Yes, Your Majesty, let's have a good talk with the King of Humanity, and perhaps we can clear up the misunderstanding."

"..."

Many legends, especially those who did not belong to the Sunshine Family, offered their advice.

Many of them simply stopped chanting incantations and making hand seals, no longer contributing to the ritual, their faces pale and panting from the exertion.

Only Larklais himself and several legendary spellcasters from the Sunburst family continue to maintain the ritual.

El-Erian swept his gaze across the crowd in front of him, his tone calm:
"Let's end this, Your Majesty Larkrace. Eldoron and the Elven Kingdom should be friends."

“Look, neither your children nor your men are willing to carry out your absurd decrees.”

“Right now, you are the one standing on the opposite side of the entire elven kingdom.”

Laclais was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter:
“I am carrying out God’s command.”

"Even if the entire elven kingdom is destroyed, even if all the elves on the entire continent, and even on other continents and other worlds (planets) disappear."

"As long as the gods of Sidrian exist, they can create the elven race countless times."

"As long as I follow the orders of the Elf God, I will never be considered to have betrayed the Elf Kingdom."

A fanatic...

They considered the will of any single elven god to be superior to that of the entire elven race...

I would sacrifice myself and my child for it...

In a world where gods objectively exist, created mortals, and possess unimaginable power, it's not surprising to find such fanatical believers...

Elian silently defined Larklas's identity in his mind.

At this moment, with half of the ritual participants ceasing to contribute their energy and entering a weakened state following the casting of the high-level magic ritual, the progress of the ritual became increasingly slow, and the final part remained difficult to complete.

Above Seymour, the ethereal image of "Seymour's Journey East" rippled like water.

Elion did not immediately launch an attack or disrupt the ritual; he simply approached slowly.

Because he had to be wary of that super strong person hiding in the shadows and couldn't reveal the slightest flaw.

Suddenly, the Sun King, Laklis, stood up abruptly, drew his warhammer from his waist, and his body radiated layers of divine magical light:

"The ritual has reached its final stage, and I am now able to move and fight with a certain degree of freedom."

"King of Mankind, I will be your opponent!"

“Perhaps Hoyland cannot stop you, but I am a chosen one of the great Sun Prince, a spokesperson for war and victory!” Elion laughed.

A laugh as bland as water, yet which Laclais found almost mocking.

“No, Your Majesty Larkrace, the opponent I was referring to was not you.”

"Indeed, you are a mid-level legendary war priest, skilled in both melee combat and magic, and possess the special qualities of a chosen one. If you were at your peak, you would certainly be a formidable opponent."

"But when you have to devote most of your strength to advancing the ritual, you have virtually no fighting power."

How dare you look down on me… Laclais gritted his teeth, his eyes just beginning to blaze with anger, when he froze again.

He realized a terrifying truth:

According to King Elion, neither he nor his brother Hoyland, both mid-level legends, were worthy of being his opponents.

So, who is this powerful adversary that Elian is wary of?

Laclais's heart pounded, his body trembled uncontrollably, as if an electric current had pierced his spinal cord, leaving a slight tingling sensation in his back.

No way……

No way! ?

he came?
From the deep darkness behind the palace came a barely audible, haughty laugh.

…………

Rumble.

Under the fierce attack of human spellcasters and airships, the barrier of light that enveloped the entire royal palace complex shattered, breaking into countless points of starlight that vanished with the wind.

Inside the palace, numerous Sun Elf spellcasters simultaneously coughed up blood, their faces pale as if they were corpses.

"We've successfully breached the barrier! Charge!"

Many high-ranking human spellcasters flew toward the brass palace where the ritual was being performed.

Hundreds of streaks of light pierced the night sky, converging in one direction.

The Sun Elf spellcasters below had already expended considerable energy dealing with the golems, and were now weakened by the backlash from the broken barrier, making them unable to retaliate.

"Legends, stop those humans!"

"They're heading straight for His Majesty's palace!"

The palace soldiers shouted into the night sky.

However, the eight legendary Sun Elves are being held back by the three legendary Humans and are unable to break free...

……

Brush brush.

Hoyland Sunshine, locked in fierce combat with the bone dragon, gazed at the human spellcasters hurtling towards him from the night sky and let out a desperate sigh:
"I never imagined that after the destruction of the Dragon Empire, our Sunburst family would encounter such a desperate situation again..."

The next second, the aged legendary warrior was struck simultaneously by dozens of high-level spells. He was then captured by a skeletal dragon and a squad of steel golems, and his weapons were confiscated.

More than 200 high-ranking human spellcasters and hundreds of steel and rock golems firmly surrounded the brass palace where the Sun Elf King resided.

The palace of the Sun Elves has essentially fallen.

On the outskirts, the commander of the royal guards, witnessing this scene, had bloodshot eyes:
"What a shame!"

"The palace of the Sun Elves has been occupied by foreign tribes. This has never happened before since the establishment of the Elven royal court."

"All combatants who can still move, charge in together!"

boom!
Just as the royal guards were organizing their forces for a final stand, another brilliant light burst forth in the night sky.

Hundreds of elf figures with pointed ears and slender bodies appeared in the air at the same time.

Antinoya, the Moon Elf Queen and current Elf King.

And a large number of high-level Moon Elf combatants!

At this moment, Antinoya Moon Whisper was surrounded by six legendary moon elves, her beautiful face filled with cold killing intent.

The Queen's solemn and dignified voice echoed in the night sky:
"Lacryl, you've gone too far!"

"A kidnapping of Seymour, and an attempt to destroy the elven kingdom's allies."

"You are declaring war on the ten great moon elf families!"

As soon as the Elf Queen appeared, she immediately glared angrily at the eight legendary Sun Elves who were locked in combat with humans in the air:
"Stop immediately."

"This is the order of the current Elf King!"

(End of this chapter)