Chapter 921 The Fallen Elf Who Betrayed His Race
The voice coming from across was from the Game World.
However, my understanding of the voice suggested that they had only recently learned it, as it still carried a hint of a peculiar accent.
Nonetheless, they had indeed shown themselves; after all, being hit by my arrow made hiding pointless.
From the sound of their voice, they seemed to be a male elf… I don’t know when it started, but my impression of elves had always been that of elegant women, and now suddenly there’s a male appearing… My desire for conversation dwindled.
They emerged from the darkness, pulling the arrow from their body, just like I had done.
In no time, their body began to heal, which clearly indicated the standard characteristic of being Undying.
“What are you… a Dark Elf? Or a Fallen Elf? I’ve never seen one so ugly.”
I glanced at their skin, which was nearly merged with the darkness and had to admit that it looked somewhat repulsive, with different shades that seemed distinctly like tattoos.
From the exposed limbs, it seemed this type likely required a full-body coverage.
Perhaps it was similar to the special rituals that are universally engraved on the body, or it might be a manifestation of some special power or enhancement within certain power systems. Facing my taunt, they did not say anything further, but their suppressed anger was evident. It felt as if… a mute was being accused of not being able to speak, a sense of helplessness. “Not going to respond? Then let me get straight to the point: why did you steal from me?” “Ambush? Heh… I put so much effort into planning, and you think you can just pick the fruit? You think you deserve it?” “Pick the fruit…” I looked at him in confusion, then realized, “You mean originally you were cooperating with the Real Protection Association, but they summoned me and discarded you?” “Hmph! Almost… But those inferior humans aren’t worthy of even being called partners; it’s their utmost honor to serve me.” “Oh~ got it.” After hearing their words, I fully understood. In fact, the Protection Association was, as civilization would state, a second-rate organization, and many people wanted to support it to make it their own power. Personal strength is security; having someone work for oneself, freed from trivial matters, is truly delightful, and it aligns with my thoughts as well. I too dislike immersing myself in useless trivialities; even though I can control my emotions, the constant irritation still troubles me.
“Understand? Then it would be wise to leave; you wouldn’t want to die in a foreign land, would you?”
Their intention to persuade was clear; they seemed not to wish for battle to occur.
After all, considering that they could quickly notice my existence and hit me with their arrow speaks volumes about their strength.
Moreover, given the vicious rumors about witches among the Void…
“This should be something I say to you, right? Speaking of which, are you destined to die in a foreign land? Since your home has been blown up, your risk is no less than mine?” I did not take this to heart and directly used Earth Vein Identification Technique to check their situation.
However, because they were not a life form from this world, the Earth Vein information was scarce, but from some clues, I could analyze a few things.
For example… they are a Fallen Elf assimilated by the Demon race, originally a Forest Elf, which likely means they are also a victim of the Abyss Demon.
Combining this with my earlier observations of their hair-trigger temper resembling that of a demon, it’s very possible they are an assimilated sufferer who has not undergone multiple generations of reproduction for racial identification.
“You’re asking for death!”
Provoked by my continuous taunts, they finally became furious, which wasn’t even guided by my emotional body cultivation power.
It’s not surprising they lost their composure; after all, there’s a concept called… principles, and touching on principle issues would naturally provoke them.
“Hey? You’re already getting anxious~”
I watched as they shot arrows in anger; compared to the previous arrow, this series of rapid-fire arrows was terrifying.
Even if I dodged those few arrows, the sharpness of the arrowheads and the Natural Power belonging to the elves generated great lethality.
After hitting the buildings behind me, the explosive effect lifted the roofs, indicating that if that had hit me, the outcome would have been obvious.
But even so, it was far from over.
In the next moment, a rain of arrows gathered in the sky, accompanied by their bow-drawing stance, a single arrow infused with natural power, surrounded by the pitch-black power of demons, shot again.
While dodging, I chanted: “Rapid Fire Arrows… Arrow Rain… Multi-Shot… Illusionary Arrows…”
All of these were techniques I had learned from the Earth Vein Identification Wood and represented the shooting skills they had used in this world.
A typical elf would have basic shooting techniques like these, but combined with elven magic and special protective runes, their methods became varied and adaptable to nearly any form of combat.
Moreover, their combat awareness surpassed mine!
In this regard, I felt little jealousy; after all, they possessed the “homeless buff” and life-risking combat skills.
Compared to their combat skills, I certainly fell short.
However, no matter how strong their “operation multiplier” was, they still couldn’t overpower me, who had the “cheat multiplier.”
Although it seemed I was repressed and stumbling around, they also couldn’t maintain such a massive output for long.
At this moment, the battle above the city quickly attracted many people’s attention.
Everyone thought that the battle had ended when that Catastrophe Witch ruthlessly annihilated the Advance Team.
But no one expected that it would start again at this time!
“What’s going on? The Catastrophe Witch seems to be at a disadvantage against that one?”
At this moment, the members of the Real Protection Association looked puzzled at the situation; it wasn’t that they couldn’t see clearly, but they could only see their being suppressed by that elf’s arrows, unable even to cast spells!
“This is impossible, right? The Catastrophe Witch can kill the advance army in a flash; this Fallen Elf’s achievements can’t compare with that of the Catastrophe Witch!”
Clearly, the Real Protection Association was relatively well aware of this Fallen Elf.
In fact, in the Game World, this elf had a world-wide bounty issued by the All Worlds Terminal Headquarters.
This bounty not only listed this elf but also other wanted criminals, and… every one of them was a being from outside the world, not limited to human forms.
It wouldn’t be long before the Catastrophe Witch would also make it onto this bounty list.
Although many people didn’t understand how these beings came to this world,
they knew that the Catastrophe Witch was summoned by them.
So they believed that the other beings were likely the same.
“It seems we need to reassess the combat strength of the Catastrophe Witch; if she can’t cast spells in melee or under suppression, then her strength will…”
“Foolish! Do you only see the surface? Can you assess a battle of this level with such a mind?” Dawn said to the one who spoke.
“You’ve become nothing more than the temporary vice president; you must remember… everything is for the benefit of the association, not your own interest! I know you had a chance to negotiate with the Catastrophe Witch, but you cannot make arbitrary decisions because of your selfishness!”
“Don’t keep pressing me with the responsibilities of the association…” Dawn took a few deep breaths to calm his emotions before responding.
But the tightly clenched fists also hinted that he didn’t want to give up this opportunity.
He naturally hoped the Catastrophe Witch would win, but given the situation… he was equally worried.
At this moment, in the battle above the city.
This elf had evidently sensed something was off.
Their physical capabilities were even superior to his!
Aren’t they a witch… why do they have such good physical qualities?
Knowing that his life tier was far above theirs, and that they even required healing spells to self-heal after being injured, enough to show that they were far from the Extraordinary level.
But even so, they managed to compete against her body that had been trained, which genuinely surprised him.
Not to mention… they were cursed by a demon… their physical strength surpassed that of normal people, and they even believed themselves capable of matching the Extraordinary.
Now that he had consumed a significant amount of Natural Power, they were merely relying on evasion to match his depletion, which was far from worth it for him…
But!
He was absolutely certain that they were also at their limits; just one more burst of energy could bring them to their death!
They were already at their maximum!
At that moment, when he was convinced of this, a sigh-inducing voice echoed once again.
“Is this it? This is the arrow technique that your noble elf race grasps? If you can’t handle it, go practice more! Look at your anxious black face turning red; no wonder your home was robbed; even the noble elves can be sullied by those lowly demons. Which elven queen gave birth to you in a demon lair?”
Upon finishing my words, the other party truly turned red.
This was the first time this elf had heard such insulting words; even the profane words of those Abyss Demons were not as offensive!
It was a statement that not only disgusts you but also insults your beliefs, family, and kin, trampling on principles and boundaries, laced with sarcasm and trickery, yet you couldn’t kill the opponent nor escape the pitfall they built around you.
Even if they had great self-control and realized their emotions were spiraling out of control, they could not suppress the spread of those feelings.
And this… is the power of emotion.
When a noble elf displays their arrogance, it is the uniqueness of elf pride.
When a fallen elf, stripped of their nobility, shows arrogance, it is nothing but hubris.
At that moment, this elf finally abandoned their reserve, their form becoming closer to that of a demon, with the demonic patterns on their body glowing with a purple-black sheen.
The Natural Power that surrounded them was no longer pure.
It was as if, in that moment, they embraced the demon, and the curses placed upon them transformed into blessings from the demon!
“Oh… you are done for.”
Seeing their transformation, a hint of understanding flashed through my slightly delighted gaze, and then as if declaring, I voiced this statement.
“Yes… I’m done, but it is you who showed me the only power capable of silencing you, Witch! Right now… I feel reborn!”
At this moment, they truly felt reborn, free from the elf’s protections, having shed their once shackles.
The powerful strength made them unleash an embarrassing roar.
Even when I asked them where their mother spawned in which demon lair, they could remain indifferent.
They no longer cared.
Why did they feel irritable and angry?
Because they were still grappling with those precious existences they cherished.
But now!
With those burdens cast aside, nothing could influence them anymore!
“Poor child… I wasn’t referring to this.”
Rarely, I suddenly found some empathy with a certain existence, which led me to substitute for them and voice such a line.
Facing the fallen elf, who had altered their battle stance, I swiftly maneuvered atop the buildings.
And that fallen elf, with the infusion of demonic power, had their body swell to resemble a giant demon, completely losing the nobility and grace of elves; they even sacrificed their beauty and well-proportioned figure just to… gain power.
They believed that by discarding all of that, they wouldn’t be influenced by emotions, nor would my words ensnare them.
But what they thought was strength was, in my view, merely a joke.
They bore the expectations of an entire world, shouldering the burdens of this world; but in the end, they were still that child who could only escape in the face of absolute power, constantly being burdened with others’ hopes.
The might of their strength, the accumulation of suffering, the experiences they went through—these only deepened their obsession, but never… resulted in growth.
They would fight me, believing that through such trivialities, they could rival me without restraint; all of these were shadows of obsession, not the maturity that comes from growth.
Thus, they still failed to see why I was entangled with them until now.
They hadn’t even realized what it was that I truly wanted.
To reiterate, they were an orphan burdened with the weight of an entire world, carrying the will of the world, wandering in the Void.
Perhaps it was by chance or perhaps arranged by someone that they came to this world.
But it didn’t matter.
What does everyone want?
Everyone wants the “All Worlds Terminal,” renowned for being crucial, as its effects could alter the course of the Extraordinary development; many saw too many possibilities through it.
I was no exception.
But what mattered more to me was the… legacy that an entire world had bestowed upon this elf.
“Let me teach you how elves shoot arrows.”
After I finished this sentence, my form underwent a slight transformation; the most significant change was, in fact, my ears, which became pointed like an elf’s.
This was the Elf Transformation Technique, the most fundamental prototype transformation spell for elves.
The elven form endowed me with a more agile body and agility, allowing me to better wield the powers of body cultivation, and this spell also bore a special proficiency talent—Archery Mastery.
Since they had forsaken their elven identity, I would employ the most humiliating method to make them realize how foolish they were!
Once I adapted to the elven freedom within a second, I deftly dodged their lethal strike, and the place where I once stood turned into ruins.
As I landed on another building, a simple and unadorned bow appeared in my hands.
This was a weapon summon, akin to the one wielded by Sister Bai, just like the long sword I summoned to kill those advance team members earlier.
When they lunged at me menacingly once more, I naturally drew this bow to its fullest.
The elf’s Natural Power coalesced into an arrow, enhanced by my Annotation Technique, weaving into a curse magic arrow!
And its arrowhead, before being launched, was already pressed against the fallen elf demon’s face…
“Point-blank shooting is the romance of an archer!”
