Divine Kingship

Chapter 612 Elsa was still not satisfied, but...

"Let's go, first attack the armory." The rebels acted without hesitation.

Rand, Elsa, and Lysa had already strolled leisurely to the vicinity of the armory.

"Unless it's a minor issue, don't interfere," Rand told Lysa.

Lysa blinked to indicate that she understood.

Elsa glanced at Lysa briefly, because it was the existence of Lysa that made it impossible for Elsa to accurately assess her own strength.

The high-ranking members of the Sanctuary were all too special. While Elsa was growing, they were also "growing," to the point that Elsa often had the illusion that she had never improved.

However, the widening gap between her and ordinary people objectively proves that Elsa has indeed made progress.

Now we can only use numbers to verify our combat strength.
It will probably still be very rough.

The rebels thrust sharp daggers at the guards of the armory.

The blade whistled through the wind, but the tip of the dagger rang out with a crisp hum.

The tip of the jet-black dagger, appearing from nowhere, was precisely aimed at the tip of this dagger.

This method of blocking with the sharp edge rather than the back of the weapon causes great damage to the weapon, but the King of Assassins is a divine weapon.

Even such rough handling won't damage it.

The weapon that was blocked had already broken off.

Sharp metal fragments transformed into streaks of light, hurtling straight at the rebel's face.

"Aaaaah—" The piercing scream startled the armory guards who were only now reacting.

Rand then stepped forward, holding the token Nidhogg had given him: "We are special envoys of the Vanilla Archon, and we are now in full charge of the defense here."

The guards at the armory were initially surprised by the sudden attack, but then felt somewhat relieved by the arrival of reinforcements.

But soon they became anxious again, because the reinforcements that came were only three people: two humans and one elf, to be precise.

They all have a special aura and should be highly skilled professionals. However, in this situation, the appearance of only a few strong individuals is not enough to solve the problem.

Those who are now attacking the armory are clearly also powerful professionals.

They are also numerous.

Even if their reinforcements are all top-tier professionals, how many other powerful professionals can they defeat?
Not only did the guards at the armory think this way, but the rebels also clearly thought so after counting the people who had arrived.

Therefore, they were not worried about it and charged forward again.

"Take care of this little thief girl first," the lead assassin roared.

Elsa pursed her lips, her gaze slightly sharp.

Everyone's movements froze.

Originally, everyone was a little confused as to why the thief girl's teammates were standing at the back without offering any help.

But now everyone understands.

Each of them felt fear.

"It seems a bit cold," Rand commented.

Lysa stood next to Rand and blinked again, indicating that she felt it too.

"What's the opponent's skill level?" Rand asked.

“Two are top-tier professionals, one is a monster who seems to possess some divine power, and the rest are half high-level and half elite-level. There are no ordinary people.” Although it is theoretically difficult to determine the professional level, Lysa answered accurately.

Rand turned his gaze back to the enemies.

The total number is 63.

This number of veterans can cause a lot of trouble, but this number of professionals would certainly be even more terrifying.

The fact that they could muster this many enemies suggests that the opposition to the elven reformists is all here.

Even a regular top-tier professional would find it difficult to escape here.

But at this moment, Elsa's dagger had already pierced the throat of a top-level professional and emerged from the back of his head.

None of the rebel's companions, being top-tier professionals, had yet reacted.

It wasn't until Elsa gently pulled the dagger from behind the head of the top-tier professional that they were shocked to discover that they had lost another member, and that the one who had died was also a top-tier professional.

Elsa stood still in front of everyone again.

This is a girl with black hair and purple eyes, her short, wispy hair fluttering in the breeze.

Her beautiful, somewhat aloof face was exquisitely detailed, with smooth skin.
This is a young assassin girl who looks like she has the aura of a killer.

At least for now, Elsa, with blood slowly dripping from her dagger, does possess a strange beauty in this arena of battle.

The rebels also saw the assassin girl's face clearly, and they were equally amazed by her beauty.

But they quickly regained their senses.

What just happened?
The chilling killing intent pierced everyone's hearts, limiting their reactions, and then one of their top-tier professionals died.

Are the highest-ranking professionals just any Tom, Dick, or Harry?

He died so easily, without any power to resist?
Just as they were about to besiege Elsa.

The invisible pressure has reappeared.

However, the enemy, who was already prepared, was less affected this time.

Among them were mages, assassins, and archers; a barrage of attacks, under the precise control of these high-level professionals, poured down on Elsa.

This is why even the strongest warriors in this world cannot move freely when facing a large number of enemies at the same time. When faced with dense attacks and limited evasion, flesh and blood cannot withstand a sharp blade.

But these supposedly reasonable combat rules seem meaningless in front of Elsa.

Whether it's a surging magic orb, a whistling arrow, or a projectile with a special effect.

Elsa is here, but she seems like a phantom.

These projectiles can only pass through the phantoms left behind by Elsa and cannot attack Elsa herself.

Another enemy was stabbed in a vital spot by a sharp dagger.

And then one after another.

Realizing the situation was dire, the rebel leader's forehead was covered in beads of sweat from tension: "Something's wrong, use that, use that!"

The rebel leader thought his plan would be without any problems.

As a result, the first step of their plan—a feint attack on the armory that caused a riot—has already encountered difficulties. Here, they are forced to reveal their trump card, which was originally intended to deal with Nidhogg.

But if they don't use it now, then everything will be over. Forget about the plan succeeding; they won't even have a chance to escape.

One of the rebel elves was engulfed in eerie green flames.

Meanwhile, Rand and Lysa remained standing aside, watching the spectacle unfold under the astonished gazes of the armory guards.

In the short span of time, the guards at the armory have been surprised many times; they simply cannot understand the current situation.

First, a powerful and numerous enemy suddenly attacked the armory, an enemy they had no time to react to.

Then, humans and elves, who appeared to be reinforcements, appeared.

But there were only three reinforcements.

But it seems like one would be enough? But why did the enemy attacking the armory exude some inexplicable evil aura?

"It seems to be the power of the Cataclysmic Apostles?" Rand glanced at the armory guards who were nervously gripping their weapons and rubbed his chin.

Lysa blinked for the umpteenth time today to indicate that she thought so too.

Rand continued to watch the battle. The elf, now possessing the power of the Cataclysmic Apostle, was incredibly powerful, but Rand felt that defeating Elsa would still be no easy feat.

There were also some rebels who tried to deal with Rand and Lysa, but they were easily cleaved in two by Rand's greatsword.

Rand was now dressed in a slightly Victorian-style suit of his own design, wearing a top hat and holding a greatsword covered in bone fragments and visceral pieces, making him look exceptionally strange and mysterious.

After discovering that Rand could easily shred the superior professionals who rushed in front of him, the enemy could only continue to focus on dealing with Elsa.

However, they were pessimistic about the possibility of winning.

Because they couldn't help but suspect that the elves and humans standing by watching the battle, who seemed unusually strange and out of place, might also be terrifyingly powerful beings.

Rand was very satisfied with the image she had designed.

While working in the Elf Forest, Rand also found some interesting things to do.

Rand also plans to hold a costume design competition after returning to his territory. The Sanctuary has always been at the forefront of costume design, and the adventurer suit designed by Ellie was very well received.

As the residents of the Moon Phase Kingdom continue to aspire to a better life, it is time to develop more diverse lifestyles. Currently, a considerable number of the residents of the Moon Phase Kingdom have already escaped the problem of basic needs being met.

So, delicious food and beautiful clothes might become their goals for working hard next.

At this moment, the undead burning with green flames, under the cover of another top-tier professional enemy, launched an attack on Elsa.

The towering green flames seemed to burn away all life around it, and even the undead's teammates avoided it like the plague.

Elsa gently twirled her boots.

The undead's terrifying attack missed again.

The missed attack struck the street behind Elsa.

The stone slabs paving the ground cracked instantly, and the huge cracks became scars on the earth.

But Elsa was still somewhat disappointed.

Its power is indeed very strong, but it's roughly equivalent to that of Archbishop Kahn or Elder Nidhogg.

Moreover, this only refers to the power of the attack; the power of the attack is not equivalent to combat strength.

It's estimated that Archbishop Kahn or Elder Nidhogg wouldn't expend too much effort dealing with such a monster.

The same applies to Elsa.

Elsa reached out her hand.

The dagger deflected another top-tier professional's sharp arrow.

The arrows seemed to be imbued with the special power of an enemy high-level professional elf.

The arrow burst into smoke the instant it was blocked.

Pale green smoke enveloped Elsa.

But it was still the same as before; the smoke seemed to cover Elsa, but in reality, it didn't have any contact with Elsa herself.

Another arrow came, and this time Elsa didn't even bother to block it.

The arrow pierced through Elsa's body.

Only then did Elsa swing her dagger again.

A dagger suddenly "grew" out of the chest of the undead monster, which was dozens of meters away.

Elsa herself stood still, seemingly without moving.

Ryza, who was watching from the sidelines, raised her eyebrows; the scene seemed to have piqued her interest.

The opposing top-tier professional fired a third arrow.

At this moment, the undead monster burning with surging green flames had fallen to the ground, its core destroyed by Elsa.

Elsa is very experienced in dealing with cultists.

As a security inspector, Elsa was all too familiar with the weaknesses of cultists, and the same was true for these evil monsters.

The highest-ranking professional among the rebels was unable to fire the fourth arrow.

When he tried to shoot the arrow for the fourth time, he was shocked to find that his bow and arrow had appeared in Elsa's hands and become her weapon.

Elsa tossed aside the enemy's arrows, then vanished and returned. When she returned, a blood-dripping head was in her hand.

By now, these rebels have begun to crumble and are starting to try to escape.

Unfortunately, they soon discovered that everyone who tried to escape would suddenly collapse at a certain distance.

After discovering that their teammates who were trying to escape had all fallen, the people behind refused to move forward any further.

For these rebels who had collapsed and begun to flee, they had encountered an insurmountable chasm.

These rebels obediently returned to Elsa's side.

They had realized that victory was impossible, and that resistance would only lead to death.

"Ah..." Elsa yawned.

The enemy's skill level is actually quite good.

It took her a lot of energy to deal with these people, but unfortunately, it was just a warm-up.

At that moment, the fallen undead monsters reignited with eerie green flames.

His gaze was vacant; he looked at Elsa again.

Elsa returned to Rand's side.

Rand asked, "So you could have actually used that long-range stab-dagger method to kill everyone from the very beginning?"

“Of course not, using special powers is extremely taxing on your stamina,” Elsa explained.

Meanwhile, the undead monster burning with eerie green flames continued to rise in power.

"This undead monster seems to have formed some kind of connection with its god?" Elsa looked at the monster. "That's probably going to be troublesome."

Elsa tried to destroy the undead creature once again, this time cutting the monster to pieces with her dagger.

But after a while, the undead monster once again burst into green flames.

"It seems that God's influence on this world is truly becoming more and more profound," Rand said helplessly.

Then Rand took out a lantern, the style of which matched the suit he had designed himself.

The flames here are the original flames of the Torch Church, the very flames that the knights with the aura of purgatory, whom he sponsored, attempted to steal from the utilitarian faction of the Torch Church.

However, with the old knight now leading the new Holy City of the Torch Church, Rand has no difficulty obtaining the Primordial Flame.

The so-called primordial fire was actually just a flame with some of the Torch Goddess's divine power, and it wasn't much different from other similar sacred flames.

Now that the influence of the gods has deepened, perhaps the primordial fire will change.

Rand drew upon some primordial fire, and soon the undead monster was burned to ashes.

(End of this chapter)