Chapter 599

Chapter 606: The Little Fox Who Wants A Hug (Please Subscribe!)

On the plains outside the city, an army of over thirty thousand from the Lajia Kingdom had gathered.

Countless armored cavalry charged towards the direction of Orario.

However, at this very moment, the battlefield was witnessing a one-sided offensive by the Orario forces.

Far to the east of the city, amidst the desolate wilderness, the battlefield echoed with ceaseless, chilling screams. The [Loki Familia] had positioned themselves at a vantage point where they could oversee the entire battlefield, watching as the Lajia forces scattered in retreat.

Finn, the leader of the Familial Group, sat here like a prophet, predicting every tactic and strategy of the enemy and issuing numerous counter-instructions, gradually pulling victory into their grasp.

Though outnumbered, in the current era of gods, “quality” outweighs “quantity.”

No matter how many Lv.1 or Lv.2 soldiers gather together, they cannot defeat a Lv.6 dragon.

Human wave tactics?

In the face of a crumbling morale, there can be no such thing as human wave tactics.

Such tactics are only possible when united by a fearlessness and belief in certain victory.

And under the overwhelming power of these adventurers, which soldier could possibly think, “We must fight to the death and achieve victory”?

None!

Even the wisest strategist of the kingdom thinks that their main deity, Ares, is just here for laughs in Orario.

Right now, this strategist is sighing deeply in the Lajia Kingdom camp.

Meanwhile, proceeding straight from the city gate position, Loki boldly crossed the edge of the battlefield, protected by Izay and Anqi, moving like a crab in a straight line until reaching the Loki Familia camp.

“————————!”

As if celebrating the arrival of the three, a sudden thunderous roar echoed across the plains, accompanied by orange-red flames.

The magical artillery dissolved a large section of the enemy’s advance, causing their battle lines to collapse.

“This magic… it must be Refia! Truly spectacular — so grand!” Loki praised, peering into the distance with her hand shading her eyes at the magnificent glow of magic.

“Refia’s magical firepower is still as powerful as ever.”

“Powerful yes, but excessive. That foolish girl must be expending quite a bit; she’s too eager.”

Anqi and Izay were observing Refia’s active performance, each holding different opinions.

Among them, Izay, also a practitioner of Magical Arts, critically pointed out her shortcomings while gazing at the distant elf maiden who was continuously chanting spells, breaking out in sweat.

Controlling one’s magical expenditure is a topic that every traditional mage must address.

Refia’s magic is indeed powerful.

But against an army of thirty thousand from the Lajia Kingdom, could she possibly annihilate all of them?

In a war where lives cannot be lost, learning how to control output intensity is the best solution.

The young elf is still too inexperienced.

Seeing her unleash all her magic onto the ground, Izay couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain for the plains.

…

Greeting fellow members of the Familial Group along the way, the trio of Izay found Finn on a small hill.

“—Finn, I’m back~!”

Just as soon as Loki spotted the Halfling Tribe Leader, she called out to him energetically.

“Welcome back, Loki… Anqi and Izay as well. Thank you for your hard work escorting.”

On the hill, after concluding the current phase of the battle plan, Finn noticed the approach of the three and immediately greeted them with a smile.

Then, the Halfling Tribe Leader’s gaze lingered longer on Izay. “I thought you weren’t planning to join the fun this time, Izay. Did Loki drag you along?”

“Not exactly. I came this time to give you guys a surprise.” Izay lightly waved his hand, revealing a meaningful smile.

Finn didn’t notice this subtlety. He subconsciously assumed the surprise was what was happening right now, so he didn’t dwell on it too much.

During their conversation, Loki looked around and was slightly puzzled.

“Strange, is it just you, Finn? Where did Gress and Riviria go?” Loki couldn’t see the other two among the triumvirate nearby.

“Gress and Riviria have been sent out to intercept the Lajia Kingdom’s march, including Ais and Tione. If everything goes according to plan, they should have succeeded already.”

“That’s good… So how long will they take to return?”

“About half an hour? After all, they still need to deal with prisoners of war.” Saying this, Finn became curious: “Is there something urgent you’re looking for us three about, Loki? Is it an emergency?”

“Not an emergency, but this concerns the opportunity for all three of you to ascend to Level 6. What do you think?” Loki placed her hands on her hips and puffed up her chest.

“Alright… I understand.” Finn retracted his casual demeanor, instantly becoming serious: “I’ll wrap up today’s battle as quickly as possible.”

Originally, Finn still had some leniency towards the Lajia Kingdom.

Thinking of defeating them with a slow-boiling frog approach.

But now… he no longer had that mindset.

At least not today.

He would swiftly and decisively end today’s battle.

Because the opportunity for ascension mentioned by Loki… caught Finn’s attention!

Who could remain calm when faced with the chance to break through a bottleneck that had troubled them for years?

The change in thought happened in an instant.

Instructions from the Halfling Tribe Leader flowed down to the members of the Loki Familia in an orderly manner.

Adventurers of the Familial Groups receiving mandatory guild tasks could clearly feel the rhythm on the battlefield tighten up.

…

“I hope Ares doesn’t get psychologically scarred this time…”

Behind the focused Finn, Loki sincerely mourned for a certain war god.

With the full-scale assault from Orario’s top adventurers, may he withstand it.

“What… what’s going on? Why has the fighting style suddenly become so aggressive?”

A little later, a green-clad figure returned to the Loki Familia camp with a squad, dragging behind them a large group of captives.

It was Riviria, returning after completing her ambush mission, her beautiful elven face showing confusion.

Before anyone could answer her question…

“—Izay!?”

The blonde girl following behind Riviria noticed the figure of her beloved.

And… there were two blonde girls…

Without hesitation, Ais broke away from Riviria’s group and ran toward the camp.

“Ais-chan～～～”

Upon seeing the blonde figure rushing toward “her,” Loki instinctively reached out to embrace her, even throwing herself forward.

Then…

As expected, she hugged thin air.

Ais dove straight into the arms of the Izay beside her, even unconsciously rubbing against him.

As if hallucinating, Izay seemed to see a status bar appear above the girl’s head, reading “Izay Energy Replenishment In Progress.”

Simultaneously—accompanied by a “click click click…” sound effect.

Loki turned to stone.

“Ho ho… so this is the reunion hug, truly touching～!”

Tione, returning from the ambush team, revealed an aunt-like smile at the scene, her voice reaching Izay’s ears, making him somewhat helpless.

“Touching it is, but a few days isn’t really considered a long separation, is it?”

“Mmm… a few days… feels like forever…”

Ais muttered softly.

For her, not seeing Izay for a few days was equivalent to lacking Izay energy replenishment for those days.

According to Ais’ understanding of herself… prolonged lack of Izay energy injection affects her mood.

After uttering this quiet rebuttal, Ais obediently dismounted from Izay.

She hadn’t forgotten where they currently were.

Keep the public affection moderate!

Izay noticed Ais’ intentions and very cooperatively loosened the arm wrapped around the girl’s slim waist, just as he wanted to say something…

And then…

He met a longing gaze.

It was Haruhi.

She looked just like a little fox extending her front paws, tiptoeing, wanting to be held.

Haruhi stared at Izay with wide eyes, causing a strange sense of guilt to spread in his heart.

Izay touched his nose and stepped forward voluntarily: “Would you like one too, Haruhi?”

“Un——!”

Receiving a cheerful response, Haruhi buried her blushing face in Izay’s chest. Her thick tail, extending from her waist, swayed gently, then made a soft rustling sound as if it moved on its own, wrapping around Izay softly.

“That… Loki, your statue is bleeding, you might want to pay attention?”

Riviria observed the budding romances among the juniors of the Familial Group, feeling both moved and a hint of unnoticeable melancholy.

Perhaps because she was getting older and remained single, Mama-san felt it wasn’t unreasonable to feel a bit melancholy.

During this time, she also reminded someone who had turned into a gray-white statue yet was still spurting blood.

“Poom——!”

Hearing Riviria’s reminder, Loki’s gray-white statue trembled violently.

Then, she collapsed face-down, her index finger pointing forward with her left hand.

“I still can’t accept this…”

Even after so many times, Loki still couldn’t adapt to the sight of Izay being surrounded by women within her Familial Group, exploding entirely.

Present people should explode!!

“Loki… honestly, you look just like a father who doesn’t want his daughter to marry…”

Tione squatted next to Loki, finding a stick to poke her body.

“But I’m a woman…”

“Then it’s a mother who doesn’t want her daughter to leave.”

“Puff————” (the bleeding worsened)