Chapter 921 - 921
Chapter 921: The Fallen Elf Who Betrayed His Race
The voice coming from the opposite side was in the language of the game world.
However, based on my understanding of language, the other party might have just learned it not long ago, carrying a hint of a very peculiar accent problem.
But the other party indeed showed himself.
After all, hit by my arrow, hiding any longer was useless.
It's just that listening to the voice, the other party seemed to be a male elf... Don't know since when, my impression of elves has always stayed on the image of a cool, mature, elegant lady.
Now a male popped up... suddenly I had no desire to communicate.
The other party emerged from the darkness and, like me, pulled the arrow out of his body.
In just a while, his body began to heal.
Obviously, this was a standard characteristic of undying nature.
"Are you... a Dark Elf? Or a Fallen Elf? First time seeing one so ugly."
I looked at that skin color almost blending with the darkness.
Have to say, it looked even somewhat nauseating.
There were different shades of depth on his body, distinct like tattoos.
From the exposed limbs, it could be seen that this kind of tattoo seemed to run through the whole body.
It might be a special ritual similar to the war paint orcs carve on their bodies, or it might be the manifestation of special power or augmentation in some power system.
Facing my ridicule, the other party said nothing more, but the suppressed anger was somewhat overflowing.
There was a sense of powerlessness like... a mute being told by others that he couldn't speak.
"Not responding? Then I'll go straight to the topic. Why did you sneak attack me?"
"Sneak attack? Hehe... I wasted so much energy to facilitate the plan, and you just picked the peach when you said so. Are you worthy?"
"Pick the peach..."
I looked at him in confusion, then reacted, "You mean originally you cooperated with the Truth Protection Association, but as a result they summoned me directly, I became the partner, and they abandoned you?"
"Humph! Pretty much... but just these inferior humans are not worthy of being called partners with me. It's already their greatest honor to serve me."
"Oh Understood."
After listening to the other party, I completely understood.
As a traitor to civilization, there were actually still many people wanting to support the Truth Protection Association and make the other party their own power.
Individual powerful strength is a guarantee.
If someone works for oneself, escaping those meaningless trivial matters, this is indeed great, and this is also similar to my thinking.
I also don't like immersing myself in those useless trivial matters.
Even if I can control my emotions, the constant generation of irritability will still distress me.
"If you understand, then leave sensibly. You don't want to die in a foreign land, do you?"
The intention of the other party wanting to persuade was obvious.
It seemed the other party also didn't wish for any battle to occur.
After all, in his view, the fact that the opponent could discover his existence instantly and hit him with one strike using his arrow was enough to illustrate the strength.
Plus the bad rumors about the witch race in the Void...
"I should be the one saying this to you, right? Speaking of which, dying anywhere is dying in a foreign land for you. Because your home exploded, isn't your risk greater than mine?"
I didn't appreciate this at all, directly checking the other party's situation through the Earth Vein Appraisal Spell.
However, since the other party wasn't a life of this world, the Earth Vein information was also very little, but some things could still be analyzed from some clues.
For example... he was a Fallen Elf naturalized by the demon race, originally a Forest Elf.
Then highly likely the other party was also a victim of the Abyssal Demons.
Combined with him exploding when I said he was like an Imp before, it's really possible he is a firsthand experiencer of assimilation who hasn't undergone multi-generational reproduction for racial identification.
"You are seeking death!"
Stimulated by me hitting his sore spots one after another, the other party was finally enraged.
This wasn't even guided by my Emotional Body Cultivation power.
Can't blame the other party for being so impatient.
After all, there is a concept called... principle.
Touching a principle issue, it would be strange if the other party didn't explode.
"Eh? Anxious already."
I watched the arrows shot by the other party in an enraged state.
Compared to the previous arrow, the power of this series of chain arrows was very terrifying.
Even if I dodged those few arrows, the sharpness of the arrows and that nature power belonging to elves also brought powerful lethality.
After hitting the building behind me, an effect like an explosion lifted the roof of the building.
It can be seen that if this hit me, the result would be self-evident.
But even so, it was far from over.
In the next moment, a sky-filling rain of arrows gathered above.
Accompanying his bow-drawing posture, an arrow condensed from nature power, surrounded by pitch-black demon power, shot again.
While dodging, I muttered: "Chain arrows... arrow rain... multiple shots... phantom arrows..."
These were all information I obtained from the Earth Vein Appraisal Spell, and also represented the shooting skills the other party had used in this world.
An elf basically has these shooting means, but coordinating with Elf Magic and special protection runes etc., his means become ever-changing, applicable to almost any combat form.
And the other party's combat consciousness was even above mine!
I didn't have much jealousy about this either.
After all, he had the "bereaved dog buff", and combat skills risked with life.
Compared to my combat skills, I certainly feel inferior.
But no matter how powerful the other party's "operation multiplier" is, he still cannot crush me who has the "cheat multiplier".
Although I seemed to be suppressed and scurrying everywhere, the other party couldn't maintain such massive output all the time.
Rather at this moment, the battle above the city quickly attracted many people's attention.
Everyone thought the battle ended when that Calamity Witch ruthlessly exterminated the Vanguard Team.
But no one expected that a fight broke out again at this time!
"What's the situation? The Calamity Witch fighting with that one is actually at a disadvantage?"
At this moment, the people of the Truth Protection Association looked at the battle situation somewhat uncomprehendingly.
Not that they couldn't see clearly, but they could only see the other party being suppressed by that elf's arrows, not even having a chance to cast spells!
"This is impossible, right? The Calamity Witch could kill the vanguard army instantly with one slash. This Fallen Elf's record cannot compare with the Calamity Witch!"
Obviously, the Truth Protection Association actually knew this Fallen Elf quite well.
Actually, in the game world, this elf also had a world wanted order, published by the Myriad Worlds Terminal headquarters.
On that wanted order, there was not only this elf but also other wanted criminals, and... every one was a guy from outside the world, and not limited to human forms.
Believe before long, the Calamity Witch would also be on this wanted list.
Although many people didn't understand how these guys came to this world, they knew the Calamity Witch was summoned by them.
So they believed the other guys were probably similar.
"Seems we need to re-evaluate the combat power of that Calamity Witch. If engaged in close combat, or suppressed unable to release magic, then her power is also..."
"Stupid! Can you only look at the surface! Is a battle of this level something a brain like yours can evaluate?"
Tang En said to the person who spoke.
"Just became a Temporary Vice President, you have to remember... everything prioritizes the association's interests! Not your interests! I know you reached the negotiation opportunity with that Calamity Witch, but you can't decide arbitrarily because of your selfishness!"
"Don't always use the association to pressure me..."
Tang En took a few deep breaths, calming his emotions before responding.
But his clenched fists also implied he didn't want to give up such an opportunity just like this.
He naturally hoped the Calamity Witch would win, but such a battle situation... he was also very worried.
Combat above the city at this moment.
This elf obviously felt something was wrong.
The opponent's physical quality was actually above his!
Isn't she a witch... why is her physical quality so good?
You know his life level is far above the opponent.
The opponent even needs healing spells to assist self-healing after injury, enough to see the opponent is still a long way from Transcendent.
But even so, being able to contend with his physical quality after body forging truly surprised him.
Moreover... he also bore the demon's curse... physical strength far exceeded ordinary people, even he considered himself comparable to Transcendent.
Now he consumed quite a lot of nature power, but the opponent completed the attrition with him just by dodging.
This was too unworthy for him...
But!
He was absolutely sure the opponent was also an arrow at the end of its flight under suppression.
Just another round of explosion would be enough to put the opponent to death!
The opponent had reached the limit!
Just as he determined so, that voice he hated sounded again.
"Is this it? Is this the archery mastered by you noble elves? Practice more if you suck. Don't play if you can't afford to lose! Look at you anxious till your black face reveals red warmth. No wonder your home was stolen. Noble elves can be defiled by Imps. Which Elf Queen gave birth to you in an Imp den?"
When I finished speaking, the other party was really red-warm.
This was the first time this elf heard such insulting words.
Even the foul language of those Abyssal Demons wasn't this unpleasant!
The kind that not only disgusted you, but also insulted your own faith, relatives, clansmen, trampled on principles and bottom lines, with a tone revealing sarcasm, traps of self-proof everywhere, but you couldn't kill the opponent, and couldn't jump out of the language trap lingering on him.
Even if he had very good self-control and realized his emotional loss of control, he couldn't inhibit the spread of this emotion.
And this... is the power of emotions.
When a noble elf reveals his arrogance, that is the pride unique to elves.
When an elf losing nobility reveals arrogance, that is just conceit.
At this moment, this elf finally abandoned his reserve.
His figure approached the demon posture more, and the demon patterns on his body shone with purple-black luster.
The nature power surrounding him was no longer pure.
It was as if at this moment, she embraced the demon, turning the curse the demon imposed on him into the demon's blessing for him!
"Oh... you're finished."
Seeing his change, a trace of understanding flashed in my slightly delighted gaze, then I said this sentence as if announcing.
"Yeah... I'm finished, but it's you who made me see that only power can make a witch like you shut up completely! I am now... reborn!"
At this moment, he was indeed like reborn.
He got rid of the elf's protection on him, and also removed the shackles of the past.
Powerful strength made him roar appallingly to the sky.
Even when I said again which Imp den his mother gave birth to him in, he could remain indifferent.
He didn't care anymore.
Why did he feel irritable, angry?
Because he still cared about those existences he cherished.
But now!
Throwing away those hindering things, nothing can affect him anymore!
"Poor child... I wasn't talking about this."
Rarely, I suddenly empathized somewhat with a certain existence, thereby saying such a sentence on behalf of the other party.
Facing this Fallen Elf who changed his previous combat posture, I quickly maneuvered on the buildings.
And that Fallen Elf, under the blessing of demon power, had expanded his body like a giant demon, completely losing the nobility and elegance of an elf.
He even gave up the elf's beauty and well-proportioned figure, just to... obtain power.
He thought by abandoning all that, he wouldn't be affected by emotions, wouldn't be trapped by my words.
But the strength he thought he had, in my view, was just a joke.
He thought he carried the expectations of a world, bearing the heavy responsibility of a world, but in the end, he was still that child who could only run away in the face of absolute power, only constantly being placed with high hopes by others.
Strength, accumulation of suffering, experience of events, only deepened his obsession, only without... growth.
He would fight with me, fight desperately with me for such a small matter, regardless of everything.
All of this was the shadow of obsession, not the maturity after growth.
So, so much so that until now he hasn't seen clearly why I got entangled with him until now.
He also didn't see clearly what exactly I wanted.
Reiterate once more, he is an orphan carrying a world, bearing the will of the world, wandering in the Void.
Maybe unintentionally or arranged by someone with intentions to come to this world.
But it doesn't matter.
What does everyone want?
Everyone wants that "Myriad Worlds Terminal" reputed as crucial, because its effect is enough to change the development course of Transcendent.
Many people saw too many possibilities on it.
So do I.
But what I care more about is the... legacy left to him by that entire world on this elf.
"Let me teach you how elves shoot arrows."
After I finished this sentence, my figure changed slightly.
The biggest change was actually the ears, becoming pointed like an elf.
This is the Elf Transformation Spell, belonging to the most basic prototype Elf Transformation Spell among transformation spells.
The elf posture endowed me with a more agile body and agility, allowing me to better exert the power of body cultivation.
And this spell also has a special mastery talent blessing—Archery Mastery.
Since he abandoned the identity of an elf, then let me make him realize how stupid he is in the most humiliating way!
After adapting to the freedom of an elf in one second, I dexterously dodged the opponent's pounce kill.
The place where I stood originally completely became ruins.
When landing on another building, a plain and unadorned bow appeared in my hand.
This is the same Weapon Summoning Spell as Big Sis Bai, just like the long blade I summoned to kill those few Vanguard Teams.
When the opponent pounced fiercely again, this bow was already drawn full by me.
The elf's nature power gathered into an arrow, blessed by my Annotation Technique weaving into a Demon-Slaying Arrow!
And its arrow tip, before being shot out, pressed against the face of this Fallen Elf demon...
"Shooting in the face, is the archer's romance!"