The demon army marched once every hour, posing a constant threat to our forces.
They were forcing our army toward the designated contraction point.
"Your Highness, it seems the demon army is pressing forward again."
"Hmm... notify the entire army to retreat slowly. Merge the left and right wings, keeping them five hundred meters from the central command, and alternate the withdrawal."
"Inform the knights of the Kingdom of Flame to accelerate their retreat and quickly move out of the battlefield range."
"Go now."
"By your command."
Dominica bowed her head and immediately turned to deliver the orders.
Luo Li quickly turned back to look at the Dragon King.
"Your Majesty the Dragon King, I will still need your help during the execution of this plan over the next few days. Please keep the feathered serpent tribe at bay as much as possible. Do not let them get too close, so we can avoid exposing the truth of the situation."
"I have already considered this. My kin will handle it. However... are you certain you want to take this risk?"
Dragon King Asfield’s gaze was solemn, as if he were asking for Luo Li’s final confirmation.
Perhaps... if she were to say "I want to leave right now" at this moment.
Asfield would certainly not refuse. He might even do his best to escort her away.
However, Luo Li understood this in her heart, yet she would not make that choice.
After all... once she abandoned the knights and returned to the continent alone, she would never be able to establish any authority for the rest of her life.
At the same time, she would lose the world's trust.
At the very least, it would be a massive blow to the human race.
The other Saintesses would likely even ostracize her.
Therefore, she could not, and must not, do such a thing.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I have made up my mind. Please, lend me your strength."
Asfield’s expression remained indifferent as he nodded, though a hint of regret flickered within his golden, vertical pupils.
"I shall head to the front first to block the feathered serpents."
"Safe travels, Your Majesty."
Watching the Dragon King depart, the smile originally on Luo Li’s face gradually faded.
A faint trace of wariness appeared in her crimson eyes.
This Dragon King... was actually still harboring other intentions.
Based on those words just now, his scheme was quite significant.
He actually wanted to use the rejection of other humans to monopolize Luo Li’s abilities for himself.
The logic was simple.
Currently, among the Eight Nations of the Holy Church, the knights of five nations were present here, excluding the Holy See, the Kingdom of Sand, and the Kingdom of the Sun.
The Kingdom of the Moon, the Kingdom of Flame, the Kingdom of the Sea, Snow Country, and the Kingdom of the Highlands.
Combined with the Beast Sovereign’s elites, if she abandoned these people.
Upon returning to the continent, she would inevitably lose the trust of every nation.
And at that time... the only one who could protect her would likely be this Dragon King.
Then, even if she were entirely unwilling, she would have no choice but to submit to him.
One had to admit, it was indeed a clever method.
From the Dragon King’s perspective, a precious existence who could contract the document tablet.
She was an indispensable power for the growth of the dragon tribe.
So, it was only natural for the Dragon King to have designs on her.
The leader of a tribe, the ruler of a nation.
It was only human nature.
Thus, Luo Li did not blame him; she even understood the Dragon King’s approach.
After all, what Luo Li was doing now was a massive gamble.
An error in any single link could lead to total defeat and death.
If she were the Dragon King, she would also try her best to change her mind and lead her away from this dangerous area.
A precious existence capable of contracting the document tablet had no need to waste her life on such a battlefield.
That... should be what the Dragon King was thinking right now, shouldn't it?
However, it was impossible.
Luo Li would never compromise on this issue.
What she wanted was a perfect ending. If it couldn't be perfect, she would rather die!
At the very least, she had to resolve this problem once and for all this time.
And while she was at it, she would settle the issue with the demon race for the short term.
Thinking of this, Luo Li couldn't help but look back toward the horizon where the sea met the sky.
'I wonder... how things are going over there.'
Just as Dominica stepped into the carriage, she heard her highness murmuring these words to herself.
She instantly understood what her highness was referring to.
Although Dominica hadn't been involved at the start of this plan, she had essentially grasped its details afterward.
Counting the days... it should be about time for things to start at sea.
"Please put your mind at ease, Your Highness. The situation at sea will surely proceed even more smoothly."
"I hope so."
...
Swoosh—Boom!!
Accompanied by a rainbow light descending from the sky, the dim heavens were instantly illuminated.
Waves surged upon the ocean as thousands of ships tossed and turned on the surface.
The rainbow light crashed down, shattering one of the large ships in an instant.
In a flash, countless demons fell into the sea, struggling before... sinking to the bottom.
In the sky, over a hundred dragons unleashed dragon breaths of various colors, striking the surface of the water.
The once-calm sea appeared terrifyingly ferocious at this moment!
"Counterattack! Counterattack!!!"
On the demon ships, people shouted incessantly as massive heavy ballistae were fired frantically into the sky.
The giant bolts, five or six meters long, turned the sky into a rain of arrows, wounding several dragons with every volley.
Fortunately, the bodies of the dragon tribe were incredibly tough. Even if their abdomens were pierced, they could still manage to fly back to the shore.
And at this moment, not far from this fleet.
Aboard another fleet.
A mature elven woman with long green hair, pointed ears, and captivating eyes was holding a longbow, drawing the string once more.
Beside her, the green-haired Vera shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Mother is invincible! Long live the Empress!"
"Shut up!"
The Elven Queen snapped her head back. Her mature charm, combined with an air of intellectual beauty, was heart-stirring.
The moment she turned, the men on the ship were instantly entranced, their gazes fixed on her with a daze of admiration.
This Elven Queen seemed to possess an innate charm skill.
Even a simple frown or smile could haunt the dreams of those on board.
And now, the slightly indignant mature beauty made countless people salivate.
After being scolded by her mother, the runaway princess immediately cowered.
Facing her own mother, this little princess didn't dare to say another word.
She hadn't forgotten how she had been locked in a dark room.
Furthermore... the moment she saw her mother a few days ago, she had been given a harsh slap.
Do you have any idea how much power a single slap can have on a young soul?!
Others might not know, but Vera certainly did.
Faced with her mother’s imperial... overwhelming presence, she could only stay in the corner and submit.
Even the Verdant Strike she had stolen had been confiscated.
"Mother, wasn't I just cheering for you..."
Vera lowered her head sheepishly, responding in a small voice.
Such a sound might be inaudible to humans, but for the keen ears of the elves.
It was perfectly clear.
"You still dare to talk back?!"
"Your daughter wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't dare?"
The Elven Queen let out a cold laugh, her beautiful face causing the crew members to go blank again.
She naturally noticed this situation and furrowed her brow slightly.
Knowing she was born with such "charm," she hadn't left the elven forest for many years.
If not for her daughter causing such a massive disaster, she, the Elven Queen, would never have left the elven forest in person.
"If you had just run away on your own, I wouldn't have bothered saying anything."
The more the Elven Queen spoke, the more her anger flared.
Her ample bosom, nearly an E-cup, rose and fell continuously with her heavy breathing.
"But what did you do? You actually dared to steal the Creation Bow Atamia?"
The conversation between the two was conducted entirely in the elven language.
Therefore, even in a human nation, no one else could understand such shocking words.
The human Holy Church had only been established for a thousand years.
Compared to the tens of thousands of years of history of other races on this continent, this mere millennium was but a drop in the ocean.
Before the Holy Church was founded, other races naturally had their own beliefs.
Every race had its own faith.
Currently, the emerald-green bow held by the Elven Queen was the one Vera had previously shown to Luo Li.
The bow known to other races on the continent as the Verdant Strike.
One of the greatest treasures of the elves—the Creation Bow Atamia.
"Ugh..."
After being lectured so harshly by her mother, Vera immediately hung her head, looking utterly humble and aggrieved.
"You still feel aggrieved? It’s lucky the Creation Bow wasn't lost, otherwise, even in death, you could never atone for your sin!"
Seeing that Vera still felt wronged, the Elven Queen was nearly fuming with rage.
As her chest heaved rapidly, the gold chains decorating her clothing collided with each other.
They made a dull, clinking sound.
"Just wait until we get back, I’ll deal with you properly!!"
If the Elven Queen had ever lived on Earth, she would have reached a standard conclusion in an instant.
Her only daughter... was a total brat.
Hearing that she would be punished upon their return, Vera’s face immediately filled with panic.
"Mother, I know I was wrong. Your daughter knows she was wrong. Please don't punish me anymore..."
"Hmph!"
The Elven Queen snorted coldly. Though she was frustrated by her daughter's failures, she couldn't strike the future Elven Queen in front of other races.
She could only turn back in a huff, redirecting her fury toward the Creation Bow Atamia.
A seven-colored radiance erupted from her palm—a violent power condensed from countless elements.
At this moment, it seemed to become incredibly docile.
As the Elven Queen’s delicate fingers traced a graceful arc and rested on the bowstring.
The rainbow light quickly condensed. As she pulled, a seven-colored arrow formed on the longbow.
In this instant, the Creation Bow Atamia seemed to be cheering, as if its power was finally being utilized to its fullest extent.
It trembled slightly and incessantly.
A boundless life force erupted from both ends of the bow.
It formed what looked like two emerald-green wings, extending backward along the shape of the longbow and fluttering in the wind.
"Strike!"
The Elven Queen gave a soft cry, raised the longbow, and released the string.
In an instant... a rainbow stream of light shot into the sky.
The arrow, formed from countless elemental forces, suddenly lost its restraint.
Violent elemental energy collided within it, and the arrow... expanded at a rate visible to the naked eye!
Ultimately, it became a massive arrow, meters in diameter and dozens of meters long!
The giant arrow, trailing rainbow light, carved a graceful arc through the sky and crashed violently onto a large demon ship.
Boom—!
The light pierced through the entire ship with almost no resistance, instantly slamming into the sea.
The elemental power exploded immediately. The force was so immense that it kicked up a massive wave hundreds of meters high on the ocean surface.
The wave surged and crashed back down upon the sea.
After the ship was shattered, a massive whirlpool remained on the surface, frantically drawing in everything floating nearby.
Those still on ships were relatively fine; at most, a few ships collided with each other.
But the demons on the surface without ships were sucked into the whirlpool instantly, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Countless people looked up at that massive wave.
Even the hundred or so dragons couldn't help but look at the graceful figure standing at the bow of the ship with gazes of awe.
No one dared to underestimate her power.
And this... was the reason why no one had dared to harass her until now.
Although the Elven Queen had only brought about five thousand elves this time.
Even the hundred-plus dragons did not dare to cross her.
"Hmph, demons."
The Elven Queen narrowed her eyes slightly. Although she hadn't experienced the previous demon war.
She loathed the demons recorded in the elven historical records to her very core.
Because the physique and quality of elves were a perfect fit for the demons' reproduction.
Consequently, the demons had even created a special reproductive system specifically for the elves.
They could directly transform male elves into female elves using the blood of other female elves.
Therefore... once an elf was captured, whether male or female, the result was the same.
And the humiliation suffered by the males was far worse than that of the females.
At the end of the demon war a thousand years ago, many captured elves were rescued.
But these people... either went insane immediately.
Or they simply committed suicide. Despite the Elven Queen of that time using every means at her disposal.
Those clansmen all died within ten years of the war's end.
Their life force had already been completely overdrawn.
Once they left the demons' specialized biological breeding equipment.
These compatriots found it difficult to even perform normal tasks like eating.
Because of this, the hatred in the Elven Queen’s heart surged as violently as a torrential tide.
Combined with the frustration she felt toward her daughter, it all transformed into rage.
Her chest heaved with her rapid, angry breaths.
It drew the eyes of countless onlookers.
Of course, these people could only look.
The battle was still ongoing.
There were more than several thousand demon ships. Although the humans, elves, and dragons were attacking with all their might.
The demons still didn't give up on their retreat, continuing to sail into the distance.
In the sky, besides the normal small dragons, there were over a hundred large, mature dragons.
This was a sign that the dragon tribe had gradually recovered its vitality over the past millennium.
Even so, the dragon population was still far too small.
Looking at the mere hundred or so dragons in the sky, and then at the thousands of large ships.
The Elven Queen furrowed her brow slightly.
"Our forces... seem a bit insufficient. Where are the human sacred knights?"
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