Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 119 The Malice of Fate

Nobody expected, nobody expected, just when you think you're capable, fate will always inexplicably kick you while you're down.

But just when you think you're insignificant, you're inexplicably thrust into the spotlight.

"Is the orc delegation gone? When did they leave?" Only when the city was threatened by the orcs did they remember the orcs' mortal enemies, the Ark who had come to the Alliance.

"Why didn't the sentries outside react? And why didn't the guards at the city gate respond? Did they just leave the city like that?!"

Only a very small number of people kept an eye on that place, but after the oracle was issued, many dark elf families who were qualified to know about it became anxious.

"Morzodirka will be destroyed by the beasts." Although divine prophecies are often vague or full of misleading information, this time the image is complete, seemingly suggesting that even the gods are aware of the imminent crisis.

Oracles can be misinterpreted, but the white hooves that destroy everything cannot be mistaken.

This power itself is the greatest evidence.

Beasts and orcs are irreconcilable enemies; the enemy of my enemy may not be my friend, but he is certainly a potential ally.

No one would question the goddess's prophecy; in a religious country, no one would question the will of the gods.

After all, He truly exists and can unleash divine punishment.

A dream, a prophecy from the gods, changed everything.

Fortunately, the anxious dark elves soon realized that the people on the ground had not actually left.

Those who remained on site said that the ambassador and key personnel had only gone out for a short while and should return soon.

But at this moment, the dark elves probably all know that the situation has been reversed.

The balance of power in negotiations is tilted; the party that is more eager to take the initiative in negotiations is often at a disadvantage.

Meanwhile, a bounty was posted for a certain girl and her young animal.

They, along with certain stakeholders, might become bargaining chips or gifts at the negotiating table, or even a trump card to reverse a disadvantageous position in negotiations.

"Why, why did the dark elves suddenly attack us?! Aren't we allies?"

The most bewildered were actually the Beast Order, who were lurking in the Dark Elf city.

Just moments before, they were freely leaving the city's upscale establishments and becoming honored guests of various radical noble families.

As they listened to the orcs on the ground making jokes, they were abandoned and strangled in an instant.

High Priest Gerald clearly remembered that he was chatting with a noble viscount at the time, who was happily listening to him describe the stupidity and filth of the orcs on the ground.

But as a eunuch entered and whispered a few words in the ear of the high-ranking dark elf viscount, the great man's expression changed.

"If I hadn't sensed malice, I probably would have been poisoned to death." But now, the situation isn't much better.

The Beast Order, already wanted by the city of Radiant Light on Earth and considered a cultist to be killed by their own people, has now defected to a different race, yet still suffers a near-fatal betrayal and ambush.

The headquarters of the Beast Order, which was originally operating semi-openly in the area with the support of local nobles, was attacked, and more than half of its grassroots believers were killed or captured.

The most absurd thing was that they simply couldn't understand why the dark elf nobles, who had been cursing the orcs on the ground for being stupid just a moment ago, had become the most ruthless killers at this moment.

Perhaps they need to try to understand why, in ancient elven society, "the reputation of the dark elves" was listed alongside "the dexterity of the dwarves" and "the humility of the light elves."

The highly politicized and manipulative Dark Elves acted swiftly the moment they sensed a shift in the wind.

The dark elf nobles who previously supported the Order of the Beast will be the most ruthless in their attacks; they will try their best to erase all previous evidence!

They often carry out targeted extermination in order to completely extricate themselves and their families from the incident and avoid leaving evidence that could lead to secondary attacks from rival families.

Within just six hours, a series of betrayals and sieges, seemingly premeditated, unfolded in every corner of the city.

The honored guests became mortal enemies, and war broke out everywhere, with the Beast Order at its core.

"Boom!" A beam of light pierced through the city.

In a corner of the city, a pure white magical girl waves her staff, the terrifying magic she just unleashed dissipating.

The moment the magic cannon fired, the dark underground world was briefly "dawned."

She not only shattered the dark elf warriors blocking her way, but also blasted a hole in the city wall, which was tens of meters high!

Just as Purple Rose said, the novice magical girl may not have much else, but her magic power is maxed out, and she completely disregards magical cannons.

Even so, her body still developed many cracks, and the pure white flesh and blood of the young girl began to crack, as if it were about to shatter like glass.

But the next moment, the beast's self-healing factor restored her to full health.

Using spells through spell models and directly controlling elements and magic within the body are two different levels of difficulty; the latter almost requires relying on one's instincts and physical body.

But normal spellcasters wouldn't do it this way, let alone endure the side effects of this level of magic power output. Daring to circulate a large amount of magic power within their bodies would be suicidal.

Magic and elements never commit suicide. At this level, even a slightly off-target magic would blow itself up halfway through its operation.

It seems that only non-human monsters can play like this.

"roll."

The snow-white-clad girl floated down, but the direction her staff pointed was not towards the dark elf pursuers. Those things had already been completely reduced to ashes!

"Thank you, thank you for your help, Your Highness."

The High Priest and his disciples of the Beast Order did not respond to the magical girl's concern, but instead thanked the "Magical Girl Lucky Beast" floating nearby.

Even in their most disheveled state, they paid no attention to the magical girl who had saved them, not even glancing at her, as if she didn't exist at all.

Perhaps, according to their doctrine, such "beast-power users with human hearts" should not exist in the first place.

The members of the Beast Order hurriedly left through the breach, while the magical girl continued to watch silently.

As another group of dark elf hunters rushed over, magic began to gather on their raised staffs.

"Boom!"

This district has once again been struck by a great calamity. The newly born magical girl seems to have little control over her powers—or perhaps she hasn't even tried to control them at all.

When the Great Horn and his followers, who had escaped the Dark Elf city, finally reached a safe area and could reflect on what had happened, they were filled with confusion and helplessness.

The change came too quickly; they had almost no supplies left.

Although it is not difficult for them, as superhumans, to survive here, their biggest problem is the sudden loss of direction and confusion.

"Wasn't the original plan to assassinate the ambassadorial delegation and provoke a war between the two cities?"

They originally joined forces with the Dark Elves to cause trouble for Radiant City, and their core objective was always to liberate the "Beasts".

In this respect, they share the same goal as those beast princes and magical girls, but now they have lost their way.

Is it to enter the deeper underground world? That would mean leaving the end of this storm.

Unable to help the "beasts," they naturally cannot receive more in return, and even if they have the opportunity to "return to the herd," they will not be treated better.

"Isn't that ambassadorial delegation operating in this area?"

Thus, they had a new goal: true fanatics who would do anything to contribute to the "beast."

"Your Highness, please wait a moment. We will now offer you a sacrifice with the filthy blood of orcs."

From the Great Horned Priest's backpack, a snow-white deer head emerged.

This is another "prince," who has been lurking among them from the very beginning.

Just as the Beast Order didn't actually have much respect for the Beast Prince and the magical girl, the princes didn't feel anything about these orders either.

If they are considered orcs, then they are also descendants of traitors.

If we consider them as beasts, then isn't it only natural for the lower-ranking members of the herd to dedicate everything to the higher-ranking members?

However, this does not affect their mutual exploitation and cooperation.

The beast prince who made a contract with a magical girl would send his contractor to rescue them simply because his brother was under their protection.

The prince intervened simply because he knew that these lowly lives were truly willing to risk their lives to protect another prince.

As expected, the Beast Order led the prince through the wilderness, preparing to ambush the returning terrestrial delegation.

However, their luck seemed to be a bit off; they didn't find their target, but another group of people did.
"Found it, found it!"

An inexplicable ecstasy echoed throughout the wasteland; the legendary, powerful will created a hurricane in the mind, as if a great being had fallen into ecstasy.

The Order of the Beasts encountered an even more inexplicable ambush and massacre in a valley.

A massive number of collared slaves and mind flayers emerged from the shadows, and the encirclement by at least several hundred people completely bewildered this small team of survivors consisting of only a dozen or so people.

How can there be so many monsters in this underground world? How can there be so many mind flayers!
"Buzz!" But the super-sized mental blast had already exploded in the crowd; hunting and strangulation are ruthless.

Fate may be prophesied, but the grand stage of fate is always unpredictable.

That night, Verna Tarabal, the lord of Mosodirka, went to sleep early.

After a busy day, she thought she would get a good night's sleep.

"boom!"

But at midnight, the city lord's room, which had just been cleaned, exploded again.

This time, Verna was completely bewildered when she woke up from the dream.

"How could this be! There are two of them!!" The scream carried far through the night. At this moment, the goddess, who had always maintained her composure, could no longer keep her manners.

A completely incomprehensible situation has arisen: the terrifying pure white behemoth in the dream, the horrifying monster that destroyed the city, has directly turned into two!

This is the root cause of why deities often do not easily predict or intervene in the future.

Whether it is the malice of the Creator or the inherent rules of fate, breaking bad luck often leads to even greater misfortune!

"What to do?" Now, amidst the newly reborn ruins, even the noble goddess was completely bewildered.

She could probably manage to piece together one in her dream, but two...
"Does this city still have a future?" A hint of confusion appeared in her eyes, which were filled with divine power.

If we could turn back time a little, Rean and his party would never have imagined that after their group, who were just "casualties," left, Menzoberranzan would become so fascinating.

Originally a marginalized delegation, it was now being anticipated and sought after by the entire city.

"Haha! It really is a bit tiring."

Rean put down his sword and gasped for breath to regain his strength.

I never expected there would be so many undead creatures in this underground ruin.

While physical strength can be restored, holy power and magical power are not so easily recovered. Rean, who had previously squandered the Evil-Slaying Slash at will, never imagined that he would one day find his holy power insufficient.

When it comes to dealing with necromancers, perhaps no class is more professional than the paladin.

However, these steel-skeleton undead were exceptionally tough, leaving Rean and Larry, who had to expend holy power, somewhat exhausted.

The road ahead remains uncertain, and it seems Rean won't be able to hold on any longer.

But at that moment, Kuku suddenly jumped out and spoke directly to Rean.

"Why don't you use your bloodline power? It should be very effective against the undead."

Bloodline power? Rean was somewhat bewildered. Did he possess such a thing? Should he use the dragon claw instead of a sword?
The next moment, he suddenly realized.

You mean Long Yan?

"Yes, SOL (Holy Sun), use it."

(End of this chapter)