All-out Tower Defense: My Card-Drawing Talent is a Bit Strange

Chapter 125 Enlightenment in Battle

Having confirmed that there were no immediate surprises, Yang Fei threw himself into the battle, drawing his bow, aiming, cocking it, and firing—the entire sequence of actions was executed flawlessly without the slightest pause.

He certainly didn't have the succubus's ability to kill mimics inexplicably, nor did he have the ability to quickly find and kill specific slimes in a large group of monsters, but as a lord, he also had some pride.

His monster-killing count was always lower than that of the succubi, and his monster-killing efficiency was also inferior to that of the two succubus girls. However, he was at least a martial artist, while the two succubus girls were still ordinary mortals.

He could blame his physical condition for not being able to beat them in the past, but now Yang Fei believed that he was no weaker than the two succubus girls. In particular, his battle with the two succubus girls last night gave Yang Fei the illusion that "I can do it too, I'm capable".

Yang Fei was confident in his ballista shooting skills, but he had been busy commanding the battlefield and his own kill count was quite limited. Now, after observing the two succubus girls and confirming that they could command the entire battlefield at any time, Yang Fei naturally wanted to seize the time to improve himself. As a lord, he had to increase his kill count.

Gradually, Yang Fei once again entered that state of complete absorption. The process of drawing his bow, nocking his arrow, aiming, and shooting became faster and faster, and his kill count increased accordingly. Consequently, the speed at which he accumulated experience also began to gradually increase.

Then, as Yang Fei gradually entered a state of enlightenment, the true energy accumulated through killing entered various parts of his body through his own cultivation technique, slowly enhancing Yang Fei's strength and forcing him to advance towards becoming a non-ranked martial artist.

Soon, another hour passed. Lola didn't disturb Yang Fei, but took over the command of the battlefield, letting Sephira rejoin the battle. After dealing with some troublesome slimes herself, the arrow towers began to fight the enemy.

Then, Lola joined the battle, Sephira took over command of the battlefield, the arrow towers ceased fire, the artillery positions joined the battle, and then the two of them devoted themselves to the battle again, the turret groups and arrow tower groups ceased fire, and this new cycle gradually began to take shape.

After Mona led the lesser demons to prepare lunch, she did not send it to the front line immediately. Instead, she let the lesser demons who were free eat it as soon as possible. Then, she took the lunch that had been allocated to the elves (it was originally breakfast, two meals a day, but there was no time to eat in the morning, so it had to be postponed to noon and eaten with the lesser demons) and came to the "Elf Hills".

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Veranel felt a chill run through her body as she looked at the "Abyss Demon" before her. Both her blood and her thoughts involuntarily came to a standstill. The state of mind she had been in, thinking "Lord is so strong, Lord saved us, we must dedicate everything to Lord," instantly cleared her mind.

"Heh, it seems I don't need to do any extra work. Your views have been distorted by my lord." Mona had a few lesser demons deliver the elves' lunch to Veranel before turning and walking towards the distant battlefield without looking back.

"What do you mean?" Vera Nair felt puzzled when she heard Mona's casual self-talk. Her years of studying profound magic forced her to calm down and overcome her infinite fear of facing the "Abyss Demon." She softly asked the question that was bothering her.

"Oh? Your mental strength has barely reached the level required to enter the cultivator realm? It seems that your three hundred years of cultivation weren't entirely wasted." Mona's departing steps slowly came to a stop, and she turned back to look at Vera Nair with interest.

Veranel is in a very bad state. Facing the "Abyss Demon" puts immense pressure on her mind at all times. Coupled with the innate fear that mortals have of abyss creatures, she is drenched in sweat, her eyes are about to burst, and she has collapsed onto the ground.

If she hadn't rested her chin on the ground of the floating island, her current state would probably be the best description of prostrating herself. The key is that she didn't even realize when she entered this state. Just a second ago, the two of them were having a normal conversation, and the next second, it had turned into this.

Mona looked at the utterly disheveled Veranell, her expression a mixture of mockery and surprise, as if she had seen this countless times before, and this time it only surprised her.

"What do you think of the Lord? What do your sisters think of the Lord?" Mona didn't speak, but her voice, like several people whispering, was already ringing in Veranel's mind.

Veranel was even more puzzled by Mona's question. "Why would you demons ask such a question? Are you mocking our loyalty to our lord? Our lord saved us, and we are willing to give everything for him! Don't assume you're only loyal to our lord just because you arrived first. We elves are no less devoted than you!"

Thoughts raced through Veranel's mind, but the intense mental pressure and fear had made her drowsy, and combined with her physical exhaustion, she was barely able to speak. However, the "faith" that was unprecedented among the Fallen Elf race forced her to stay awake.

"I, Veranel, am loyal only to the great lord, and so are my sisters. Please do not question our loyalty!" Veranel declared her stance almost in a shout.

Mona gently covered her face with her small hands, the last trace of surprise on her face disappearing with Vera's shout, leaving only a faint sneer: "So how did you all view the Lord before?"

"What do you mean? From the moment the lord freed us from the slave owners, my sisters and I decided to dedicate our lives to him, and our decision has never changed," Veranel continued to shout.

"Oh! Is that so? Congratulations!"

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Mona's lips curled into a slow smile instead of a mocking one. She glanced at Veraelle a few more times, and seeing that she was about to collapse, she finally looked away and led the lesser demon away from "Elven Hills".

"Lower-rank demons eat people out of fear, middle-rank demons eat people out of loyalty, upper-rank demons eat people out of faith, high-rank demons eat people out of pleasure, and top-rank demons are busy getting stronger and becoming more and more stupid. But my lord does not like any of them."

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A faint voice escaped Mona's lips, but Veranel heard nothing. As the pressure subsided, she slowly rose and, carrying the food given to her by the "demons," walked into the depths of the elven hills, as if nothing had happened.