I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 205 Carrie's Bizarre Adventure, Two Sacred Artifacts
"rustle!"

In the western part of the Saga Kingdom, in front of an ancient, abandoned mine overgrown with weeds, a figure wearing a black cloak slowly stopped in front of the mine as the waist-high grass swayed.

"Is this right here..."

The newcomer murmured something, then slowly lifted his hood, revealing a terrifying face beneath—it was Galil.

However, compared to the original situation where his hand was severed, his right hand had now been reattached and recovered completely thanks to the orcs' innate regenerative abilities. Apart from a thin white mark remaining at the broken part, at first glance, it did not look much different from an ordinary person.

He examined the map in his hand, combined it with the information John had given him more than ten days ago, and then a determined look flashed in his eyes before he headed straight into the depths of the abandoned mine.

"Crack, snap!"

The leather boots pounded against the empty tunnel, occasionally treading over puddles, the sounds echoing throughout the tunnel.

About half an hour later, Galil slowly came to a stop.

A huge boulder blocked his path directly in front of him, causing him to frown slightly.

However, he was prepared for this situation, so he took out the magic bomb that he had bought at a high price from the orc black market, placed it in front of the boulder, activated it, and then created some distance between himself and the boulder.

As a large amount of magic power continued to converge and expand towards the magic bomb, flames erupted, culminating in an unprecedentedly violent explosion:
"Boom!"

The terrifying roar shook the entire tunnel, sending a barrage of debris flying out like bullets. But under Galil's impenetrable silver scimitar, the debris was reduced to fragments and scattered on the ground.

"Clap!"

As the surging magical wind dispersed the smoke and dust, the originally thick stone wall suddenly cracked open, revealing a pitch-black tunnel that stretched as far as the eye could see.

However, compared to this scene, Galil's body involuntarily stiffened the moment the pit appeared and the tunnel was revealed.

Because at that moment, he suddenly realized that after the stone wall broke, an inexplicable impulse arose in his heart.

It was as if a voice was constantly urging him to continue forward along the tunnel until he reached his true home!
But strangely, compared to the voice calling him forward...

Upon receiving this perception, his body began to experience uncontrollable, intense pain.

The erosion of flesh and blood by the magic runes has reached an unprecedented level.

It was as if another will within him was trying to stop him from moving forward and to find the true history of the Dark Assassin Clan.

His throbbing heart seemed to be warning him that if he dared to cross this line, the power of the orc bloodline within him would transform into an unprecedentedly violent force, until it would completely destroy his body!
What is this...

Overwhelmed by intense pain and confusion, Galil's breathing became heavy, and dark red blood vessels began to appear in his eyes.

But recalling the information he had learned from that respected empire leader when he was a prisoner more than ten days ago, his eyes immediately became incredibly determined.

I must find out the truth no matter what!
We must find our family's true history!
Only in this way can we prevent our family from falling into the abyss!
"Crack!"

With that thought in mind, Galil immediately stopped hesitating, took out the magic camera from the Kingdom of Victoria that he had bought with his savings from his waist bag, fixed it to his chest, and turned on the recording and lighting functions.

He endured the excruciating pain in his heart and began to walk steadily deeper into the tunnel.

"Tap, tap!"

As Galil ventured deeper, the call in his mind grew stronger, and correspondingly, the throbbing pain in his heart reached its peak.

It was as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, causing his strength to drain away uncontrollably. His blood vessels burst under the pressure, and blood gushed from his mouth, nose, and skin.

At this moment, he looked almost like a blood-soaked figure.

But his gaze never wavered; with unwavering determination, he continued forward, his steps slow yet firm, following the faint light from the camera.

After an unknown amount of time, Galil felt his mind becoming somewhat hazy, and his pupils began to dilate involuntarily.

As his forward step suddenly went awry, he lost his footing and plummeted down the cliff below.

However, whether it was the protection of some deity or his fate was not to die, just as Galil was about to be smashed into a pulp on the spot due to the fall of more than a thousand meters.

A pale hand bone protruding from the rock face caught his clothes as he fell through the air, allowing him to survive.

At the same time, the vast expanse of eerie gray mist seemed to be drawn in by some force, and began to converge on the unconscious Galil, covering his body.

As thick gray fog poured into his mouth and nose, Galil's body began to convulse involuntarily. The magic runes on his body seemed to receive unprecedented assistance, becoming extremely active and spreading and moving along Galil's body.

Like a tiger that has been starving for a long time under restrictions, now that it has eaten fresh flesh and blood again, its body begins to burst with boundless vitality and firepower.

As it re-reveals its sharp claws under the blessing of a large amount of gray mist, it also faces the confrontation caused by the soul power left behind by countless top-level drow warriors who died, which has been purified and stripped of its demonic will over a thousand years, leaving only the instinct to protect its bloodline.

The spells that restricted and corrupted the drow's true self within the host's body, left behind by the being known as the Sage, began to collapse and crumble rapidly.

Large amounts of scarlet blood were continuously expelled from Galil's body amidst the surging of the magic runes, causing his already emaciated figure to shrink even further.

At the same time, the flesh and blood that should not have existed in this body were all turned to ashes and peeled away.

But as the orc bloodline was cleared, his aura began to rise rapidly.

At this moment, streaks of silver-gray hair began to sprout inexplicably from his bald head, and then grew rapidly, reaching his waist in an instant.

At the same time, his already ferocious face became even uglier.

What were originally just tattoo-like demonic markings now seemed to have turned into brands, leaving pits of varying sizes and depths on his face.

The red, crystalline eyeballs, resembling the compound eyes of a dragonfly, begin to contract and shrink, releasing the whites of the eyes that were already present, which then condense in the center into a ruby-like pupil constructed of ripples.

The circuits within his body damaged by the anti-magic nails are also beginning to repair themselves in an unbelievable miracle.

And from this moment on, the level of his fall began to rise continuously.

First, it stabilizes in the middle position, then quickly climbs to the top.

Ultimately, it was completely frozen in place!

Almost at the very moment Galil's magical class reached the transcendental level, as if finally waking from a nightmare, his rolled-back eyes suddenly straightened, and his pupils instantly focused.

Upon seeing the abyss below, his pupils immediately contracted.

Instinctively, he reached out with his right hand to grab the wall behind him.

To his disbelief, his right hand, which he had only intended to grab onto the wall to steady himself, seemed to transform into the sharpest blade in the world, piercing his arm directly into what was arguably the hardest hell rock without any resistance!

"!"

"What is this... wait, my magic power has exceeded its limit?!"

Despite experiencing unprecedented pain, Galil felt his magical power reach a level he had always dreamed of, and he was both surprised and delighted.

Before he could recover from his joy, a strange sensation between his legs and in his chest triggered an unprecedented sense of unease in him:

Wait, could it be that...

He almost trembled as he reached his left hand between his legs, but the expected sensation did not come; instead, he felt an unprecedented emptiness.

Galil's face, so ugly that it was impossible to tell whether it was human or monster, now vividly displayed an expression of blankness.

I've become a woman?
"!!!"

Upon realizing this, Galil, or rather Caryl, began to tremble uncontrollably, and a look of utter despair appeared on her face.

Two lines of clear tears slid down her face, then fell down her delicate, beardless chin into the bottomless pit below, hitting the ground with a barely perceptible sound.

Amidst the bursting water, a man's lost pride was shattered.

"Clap!"

"..."

At this moment, the silence within the vast underground space was exceptionally deafening.

However, Carrie didn't dwell on the changes in herself for too long, but instead focused on mentally preparing herself:

It's nothing, it's just that I've changed from a man to a woman.

If this is the price to easily achieve a superior position, then in the outside world, countless people would probably rush to agree.

Besides, being a woman is great too.

After all, according to Lord John, the drow elves are a matriarchal society.

Doesn't this prove that after regaining his true bloodline, he will have greater potential than male Drow?
Moreover, this was the choice of the drow elf bloodline within him. The reason he was male in the past was entirely due to the influence of the corrupted orc bloodline, which forced him to undergo a mutation.

The way women act today is the true reflection of their gender!

"That being said, there is still some disappointment at the end of the day."

Come to think of it, Sir John never mentioned this to me.

Without any mental preparation, a man suddenly becomes a woman, who the hell can accept that!
"Crench!"

Carrie gritted her teeth in anger, but realizing that she probably couldn't blame the other party, she stopped worrying about it and turned her gaze to the distance.

Now, with the boost of super-level magic power within her body, the complete expulsion of her orc bloodline, and the enhancement of her night vision talent as a dark elf returning to her true self, her vision has become wider than ever before.

The vast underground world, which was originally shrouded in darkness and could only be discerned by faint light, now appeared as if daylight had arrived in her field of vision, leaving no place to hide.

At this moment, a large number of broken and collapsed city walls came into Carrie's view, and she couldn't help but stand there stunned for a moment.

First, there is the massive broken bridge, stretching over a thousand meters wide, resembling a tongue spit out by a god, with exquisite sculptures leaning against the bridge's support.

And the two 300-meter-high structures at the ends of the bridge, which, although stained with dried, dark brown bloodstains for some unknown reason, still appeared pure white overall, and had not decayed over thousands of years, still emitted a faint glow.

On the left is a female drow wielding two curved swords in a slashing stance, possessing an indescribable majesty and beauty, and wearing a crystal crown. On the right is a male drow wearing the same crown, but holding a bow and arrow in a shooting stance, his face heroic and captivatingly handsome. Although their postures differ, both possess a beauty and power that defies description and evokes a profound sense of awe.

And behind these two giant statues, the towering mountains, though mostly collapsed for some unknown reason, still reveal the magnificent, towering architecture of the past through their unique and beautiful structure.

Everything right now is silently telling the story of the former glory of this underground kingdom.

That was a kingdom that the orcs would do anything to seize and possess.

It is also...

"Our true homeland!"

The moment she saw the two enormous stone statues, an unprecedented sorrow welled up in Carrie's heart, as if a wandering soul that had been lost for a thousand years had finally returned to the embrace of her mother.

At this moment, the surging blood within her body and the resonance in her soul caused her eyes to involuntarily fill with tears.

Without the slightest hesitation, Carrie pulled out her arm, then kicked off the wall with all her might, and like a leaping antelope, she soared towards the majestic broken bridge below.

Under the immense gravitational pressure from a height of over a thousand meters, even though she herself had become a super-ranked mage, she was destined to be reduced to mincemeat in such an impact.

But the increasingly loud calls in her ears, and driven by her physical instincts, made her do the action involuntarily.

When she finally came to her senses, covered in sweat, and tried to find a way to save herself immediately...

The next second, countless phantom images of powerful drow elves appeared out of thin air in her field of vision. At the same time, countless light-toned, unfamiliar languages, which she had never heard before, rang in her ears like a tide, and she instantly understood their meaning.

Then, her body began to move involuntarily, guided by these ancestors emitting rays of light.

The moment the toes touched the ground, a silver-gray magic circle appeared out of thin air beneath the feet, and upon stepping on it, it burst forth with countless streams of silver light.

Under the countless streams of light brought forth by the unique technique called 'Reverse Gravity', Carrie, who should have fallen, began to leap continuously through the air.

At the same time, it seemed as if they knew that this successor, whom they had waited for for a thousand years, had already mastered the most basic and core technique of the Reverse Gravity spell, the most basic and core technique in the Dark Elf's unique assassination.

The illusory figure of the female drow who had been walking gracefully with her hands behind her back in front of her also stopped at this moment, and turned to give Carrie a satisfied smile.

Then, under Carrie's gaze, the opponent drew two curved swords from his waist. With a light step, his figure quickly flashed and moved in the air, turning into countless lightning bolts, leaving countless afterimages in the air that were invisible to the naked eye.

Furthermore, with the continuous stacking of reverse gravity techniques, this speed continues to accelerate exponentially.

In just two short seconds, a full moon shining with countless cold lights appeared in the sky!
But whether it's the dazzling light pollution that bursts forth, almost blinding, or the awe-inspiring power that, even without a physical form, can involuntarily send chills down your spine in a virtual demonstration.

And that perfect, almost flawless, silvery light that even the real moon could not achieve.

Everything was constantly proving to Carrie that what she was seeing now was a full moon filled with murderous intent, art, and breathtaking beauty.

It was the Silver Moon Dance, the move that John Maslow had previously told her about, which was considered the most representative move of the Drow elves!
"Is this the real Silver Moon Dance...? How beautiful!"

Carrie murmured involuntarily. Although her eyes were beginning to sting uncontrollably from the beautiful yet deadly moonlight and tears were constantly overflowing, she did not follow her instincts to close her eyes. Instead, she opened them wide to the extreme.

It was as if she was afraid of missing this blessing that her ancestors from a thousand years ago had bestowed upon her, the last descendant of the drow elf, with their last strength—a blessing that transcended the river of time.

Until the silver light dimmed, the blade became clearer, until the afterimages in the field of vision faded and disappeared completely amidst satisfied smiles.

Carrie, who had arrived in front of the two stone statues sometime later, finally came to her senses. She subconsciously wanted to express her gratitude, but looking at the dilapidated national gate and the moss-covered streets, she couldn't help but feel a little lost.

But drawn by the voice in her ear, she obeyed her inner will and came before the two stone statues that seemed to be gazing at her, representing the source of all drow elves, and also the first ancestors of the Spider Mother's apostles.

Following a ritual that had somehow appeared in his mind, he placed his right hand on his chest, knelt on one knee, and lightly touched the ground in front of him with the fingertips of his left hand, while reciting the oath he had made when he paid homage to his ancestors:

"Beneath the Darkened Vaults, by Shadow is Our Blood Forged."

Beyond the Veil, Eternally We Heed Thy Wisdom.

After reciting the oath, Carrie drew the scimitar from behind her, grabbed a lock of her beautiful silver-grey hair, cut it off with the blade, and placed it on the ground where her fingers had just touched.

"Wow!"

Almost the instant Carrie moved her fingertips away, a wisp of gray-black flame suddenly appeared on the otherwise unremarkable ground where her short hair had been.

It swiftly devoured the silver-gray hair, leaving not a trace.

"Crack!"

At the same time, as if confirming the identity of the newcomers, the two ancestral stone statues, which had remained unmoved even when the dark elves were on the verge of extinction a thousand years ago, slowly moved their necks at this moment.

They all turned their gazes to Carrie, whose body was covered in demonic markings, making her look like an ugly monster.

But after just one glance, as if a verification ritual had been completed, countless cracks appeared on the bodies of the two giant human figures. Then, in Carrie's shocked gaze, they began to disappear rapidly, like ashes blown by the wind.

But as the two heritage statues dissipated, the enormous crystal crown above their heads began to shrink rapidly, as if controlled by some force, and slowly descended in a suspended state.

Finally, the two rings, one white and one black, landed in Carrie's outstretched palms, emitting a crisp, low sound upon impact.

"Ding!"

Almost instantly upon seeing the two rings, following the inherited memories she had previously experienced, Carrie recognized the true identity of these two sacred artifacts:
The black Ring of Reversal and the white Crown of Silver Moon Protection.

The former's function is easy to understand. By injecting the Reverse Gravity Spell into it, this sacred artifact can create a barrier to completely nullify and invalidate the nearly ten thousand spells recorded in the Holy Ring.

However, the amount of magic power consumed is directly proportional to the range of the barrier. The larger the barrier, the more magic power is consumed. However, according to the scene in Carrie's inherited memories, if she were to reach the Grand rank, she could cover an absolute barrier up to ten kilometers long if she used it at full power.

Within this range, any registered spells will become completely ineffective.

The restrictive curse imposed on the drow elves by the 'Sage' spell is also recorded in the spell slots of this holy ring.

The latter's effect also corresponds to its name, but unlike the former, this Holy Crown is not a ranged artifact that can provide protection to all Drow elves.

Instead, it is a separately bound crown, which also symbolizes the status and position of the Drow Queen.

After donning this crown, the drow elf can draw upon the silver moon power inherited from past drow queens and infuse it with their own power. In an instant, they will inherit the combat experience of countless queens of their time, as well as their understanding and skills in various weapons, becoming a true all-around warrior.

Although this sacred artifact has been worn down over a thousand years and has not received any new Silver Moon power, its power is now only a fraction of what it once was.

However, according to Carrie's perception, if she were to use the Holy Crown to provide protection, the Silver Moon Power stored within it would be enough to instantly elevate her to the Grand Rank level and allow her to fight continuously for 24 hours before being exhausted.

This means that with only 271 people currently holding the title, she, possessing the Silver Moon's Blessed Crown, could become the 272nd title holder at any time.

Although it has a time limit, it can produce amazing results if used properly.

Especially now that the Dark Assassin Clan, no, the Drow Clan, is in decline and needs to seek help from the Empire!
In other words, she now has the leverage to demand more money from the empire in exchange for her services.

That's enough!
This is the most precious legacy left by our ancestors, and it is also the possibility that will allow the Zhuoer family to regain its former glory.

"..."

Upon realizing this, Caryl couldn't help but burst into tears. She then respectfully performed a farewell ceremony according to the etiquette of the drow elves, paying farewell to the statues of the two vanished first ancestors and her former homeland.

After taking one last deep look at her homeland, Carrie cut off a lock of her silver hair, braided it into a rope, strung it with two sacred artifacts, and tied it around her neck.

Then, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and resolutely walked back towards the tunnel she had come from.

Now, thanks to the magic camera, she has documented everything she has witnessed while exploring her hometown.

The two sacred artifacts will also confirm everything she said in subsequent actions, allowing all her people to break free from the orcs' damned lies and once again embrace the true glory that belongs to the Drow clan.

Then, they launched a true revenge against that damned Saga Kingdom.

And after bringing victory to the empire, they removed the curse that bound their people, binding their beautiful faces and freedom.

And all of this is inseparable from a magical man.

“John Maslow…”

Recalling that Imperial Major who seemed to embody both good and evil and defied conventional definition, an unprecedented complexity flashed in Carrie's eyes.

But after a moment of hesitation, her gaze hardened again.

In fact, in the glorious past, it wasn't just the orcs who regarded promises as life itself.

The orcs, who had repeatedly attempted to plunder the Dark Elf kingdom but failed each time due to the power of successive Drow queens, retaliated by stigmatizing the Drow elves with lewdness and impurity in the surface world.

They also regard it as an inviolable and eternal vow.

“So, John Maslow, as long as you do not break our promise, I will, as I promised before, become your shadow along with the Drow clan, and sweep away all that tries to defy your will.”

"With the eternal and immortal silver moon as witness, let the all-consuming abyss be our punishment."

“Sir John Maslow, please, as I have upheld our oath.”

"please!"

Looking at the exit that was so close at hand, Carrie murmured to herself as she gently stroked the sacred artifact around her neck, carefully tucking it into her slightly tight collar to make sure it wouldn't be visible at all.

Then she took a deep breath and pulled up the hood that covered her ugly face.

Then, with swift and powerful strides, he transformed into a dark night wind and sped rapidly toward the clan's location.

At this moment, she clearly realized that an opportunity to change the tragic fate of her people and to expose the truth that the orcs had concealed with a thousand-year-old lie was about to arrive!

"Whoosh!"

……

　I'm not feeling well today, so I'm writing a bit slowly. There's still one chapter left, and I'm still writing it. I should be able to finish it around 3 or 4 PM. Once I'm done, I'll post it. I'll update another chapter tomorrow night, and then another one early the day after tomorrow to make up for the 15,000 words. I'll continue to update 10,000 words every day after that.

　　
　
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