Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

The job of the Anbu Chief can only be considered a part-time job.

After all, before this, there had never been a suitable successor to the "Twelve Knights".

Willey, a suitable candidate, was successfully selected last year, but because of her young age, Greyvas is still holding back for the time being.

Once Willai gets used to the world for another year or two, Greyvas will completely step down from the position of Chief of the Anbu.

Of course, Greyvas has now begun the transition of power.

"Has the news been confirmed?"

Greyvas's expression became more serious than ever before.

She has already attached the utmost importance to this strange substance and its maker, otherwise she would not have kept it here and reported the situation to the king through the internal channels.

However, the current development of this matter has increased her vigilance against the organization behind it to an unprecedented level.

Because it is distributed all over the country and even in other countries.

The purpose of this organization behind this is simply terrifying.

"confirmed."

"Now the knights across the country have taken action and are following the method you gave them to seal these strange substances and try to prevent them from invading cities where humans live."

"So we now need you to return to the imperial capital and take charge of the overall situation."

Willie continued.

For the elves of her country, Greyvas is more than just a guarantee of combat effectiveness.

She is more of a spiritual symbol. As long as she is in charge, the knights below will be inspired and filled with endless power.

"I understand. Let's go now."

Greyworth had a premonition.

Here, where everything should start, she should be able to obtain more useful information for interpreting the situation.

But now is the time to stop.

She no longer had time to wait here.

……

In front of me was a hall that looked extremely grand yet somewhat dim.

On the walls of the hall were hung pieces of elven ore, emitting a not very bright light.

At the deepest part of this hall, there is a door.

The door is not grand, but it is quite old, giving people a sense of history.

“Da, da——!”

With the sound of clear and powerful footsteps, Vitan, Restia, and Esther stepped into the hall at the same time.

"These guys really know how to enjoy themselves."

Vitan looked around with a scrutinizing gaze.

His eyes fell on the door at the deepest part of the hall almost instantly.

"After all, he is the king who stands at the top of both the elves and humans. The human royal nobles are very willing to spend money to please the Elf King."

This is a door that exudes an ancient, profound and mystical atmosphere.

Even an ignorant person, upon seeing this door, will be attracted by the years it has gone through.

"Normally speaking, if you want to meet the Elf King, you need an Elf Princess to perform a dance."

"How about it, Lord Vitan, do you want me to dance now?"

Several people continued to move forward. When they reached the door, Restia touched Vitan with her arm and smiled mischievously.

"Stop being weird here."

"If you really want to dance, you can learn the Heavenly Dance from Black Rabbit and show it to me after you return to the small garden."

“I’d be tempted by this.”

Speaking of which, Tianwu is very famous in the box garden.

The Celestial Dance is a dance performed during the Moon Rabbit Festival. Its purpose is to please the gods. The minimum number of dancers is twelve.

The festival takes place on the day when Indra created the Moon Rabbit, and the god being prayed to is naturally him, so the nature of the dance can be imagined.

"Okay, when I get back I'll take my sisters and ask Little Black Rabbit for advice."

"I just don't know if the little black rabbit is willing to teach."

As Restia spoke with a sweet smile, one of her little hands also pressed on the ancient door.

"Click..."

As Restia pushed gently, the ancient door suddenly made a strange sound, and then gradually opened.

This is a corridor that extends infinitely forward.

There are several branching paths around the corridor.

There are no walls around, but a colorful space that is constantly twisting.

At first glance, it looks like a corridor floating in the colorful sky, quite gorgeous and dazzling.

"This is the Infinite Corridor. The Elf King's residence is not actually entirely in the Elemental Elf Realm."

"It is at the end of this corridor, in a different space independent of the elemental spirit world."

This journey will probably be a long one.

Vitan stared at the corridor in front of him, then stretched out one of his hands. The black ribbon formed by the number "7" was like a chain that shot out quickly and directly tied up the corridor in front of him.

Before coming here, he did need Restia to provide him with specific coordinates.

But after opening the door, the coordinates of the locations of the Elf Kings were like the midday sun to him.

With a flick of his fingers, the magic power gathered and condensed at his fingertips.

"boom--!"

The door that was pulled close in an instant exploded with a loud bang due to the burst of magic power from Vitan's fingertips.

The rocks that were blown away flew in all directions, and the scene inside the door naturally appeared in the eyes of Vitan and others.

The first thing that appeared was a huge staircase that stretched upward, as if it could reach the clouds.

Above the stairs, there is a huge circular platform.

There are five thrones on the platform.

Above the throne, clusters of shining light seemed to be suspended there, emitting a dazzling light.

This is the Elf King!

Master the elements of the world.

Standing at the top of the world, like a god.

At the same time, it is also a dead dog that Vitan can kill later.

……

"Om-!"

The three balls of light suspended above the throne shone brightly, illuminating the entire Shinji Temple.

Even Vitan has to be mentioned.

These three guys have mastered the art of pretending to be cool to the extreme. If an ordinary human came here and saw this kind of scene, he would probably bow down in admiration.

The next second.

The grand and solemn voice has resounded throughout the space of this true temple.

"——Dark King, when did you return to your complete form?"

The Elf Kings are certainly proud.

How could they not know that Vitan had directly blown down their door?

The reason why Vitan and the others came to him and he didn't attack immediately was all because of Restia who was beside Vitan.

The Dark King is indeed their enemy.

But this does not prevent them from recognizing the Dark King's power and status.

However, when Restia, who had completely inherited the power of the Dark Elf King, came before them, it was not appropriate to attack her directly.

Seeing that Vitan had no intention of speaking, Restia no longer stood behind Vitan. She took off her little leather shoes, came in front of Vitan, and narrowed her eyes.

"It happened a few days ago. How was it? Were you shaking with fear when you saw me?"

Restia raised the corners of her mouth, showing as much sarcasm as possible.

"Ha, that's ridiculous."

"He is just a former defeated general. He finally came back to life and dares to speak nonsense here."

The majestic voice echoed continuously in this space.

At the same time, the violent divine energy spread out in all directions like a tide.

"Om-!"

Above the throne, three balls of light that were emitting astonishing power produced muffled explosions that made the entire space tremble.

The overwhelming water pressure.

A hurricane that tears everything apart.

A meteorite that obscured the sky and earth.

In response, Restia just smiled contemptuously and waved her white and tender hands casually.

In an instant, tens of thousands of pitch-black magic circles unfolded directly in front of Restia.

"'Death Thunder'!"

As Restia finished her words, countless black lightning burst out from the magic circle. With a momentum that seemed to be able to destroy everything, it pressed back at the attacks of the three Elf Kings in an overwhelming manner.

"--die!"

Once again, extremely orderly voices resounded throughout the space.

Where water flows converge, the pressure generated is enough to crush everything.

Wherever the hurricane passed, all the walls and floors were covered with scratches.

There is no need to say more or describe the meteorites in detail.

The energies of the three attributes of water, wind, and earth combined together and directly turned into the strongest natural disaster that took away lives.

Seeing this scene, it is completely understandable why it is said that once the Elf King gets angry, it will be a disaster for mankind.

but.

"It was difficult for the five of you to fight against one before, but now there are only three of you. What gives you the confidence to speak so arrogantly to me here?"

The dark lightning was like a ruthless destroyer.

Whether it was the water pressure ten thousand meters below, or the storm that was powerful enough to tear everything apart, or the meteorite that could destroy half a country, the moment it touched the black lightning, it was annihilated into the most primitive elemental molecules.

But of course, Restia would not just give up like that.

The "Sword of Truth" condensed in her hand, and the jet-black wings behind her spread out. The whole person turned into a blurry afterimage, and in the blink of an eye she arrived on the high throne.

"Pfft-!"

Along with a sound like tearing cloth, the stream of light that shot up into the sky was like a sharp knife, directly cutting the three blindingly bright light balls in half.

"Bam—!"

Suddenly, balls of light exploded one after another.

With extremely orderly muffled explosions, the balls of light sitting on the throne all exploded, just like fireworks, turning into bursts of light particles and dissipating, revealing the true face hidden under the balls of light.

On the far left is a beautiful woman with waist-length, sky-blue hair that looks like water, holding a water bottle.