In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

Kuroya obediently responded and retreated to a distance with small, quick steps, stuffing two candies into her mouth.

After Long Xueqing spread her golden dragon wings, she quickly rose into the sky, her whole body burning with golden flames. Her white hair seemed to be dyed with gold, and the mark on her forehead also turned gold.

This is her Dragon Form, which, when combined with the special skill [Dragon Transformer], can unleash the power of the Holy Dragon of Light and the characteristics of Holy Flame within her body.

"You've kept me waiting for a long time. With me here, you won't be able to get through this street." Long Xueqing stared intently at the army below with her vertical pupils. It was worth all the time she had spent here for free.

As soon as the palace was shaken, all the ordinary civilians on the bustling central street scattered and ran away. She hadn't paid any money yet, and of course, she didn't have the money to pay. Originally, she planned to pawn the lovely Kuroya here and have Lord Gransta come to redeem her later.

She knew that Lord Granstas would cause a big commotion, and the incredibly wise woman had anticipated this and was waiting here in advance.

Hehe, I must make sure the adults praise me.

As the elite army of the Magic Dynasty approached, Long Xueqing shouted and summoned the Golden Vortex Spear, which shot straight towards the ground.

The golden vortex spear, with the speed of breaking through the thunderbolt, exploded in the air, creating a series of sonic booms, and along with golden flames, it crashed into the ground in front of the army with overwhelming force.

boom--

Dust billowed up, and the swirling air currents blew away the first few magic soldiers.

"Enemy attack!!"

The magical soldiers looked up in shock at the dragon-men in the sky. Fortunately, they were the most elite troops in the Magic Dynasty. They quickly reorganized their disordered formation and raised their magical weapons to face the enemy in the sky.

An elven nobleman dressed in a magician's uniform walked out with a grim expression. He looked up at the sky, and when he saw Long Xueqing's dragon wings that marked her dragon-human identity, his pupils visibly trembled.

It should be noted that dragonmen are a superior species, dangerous monsters with innate strength of A-rank or above, and can easily reach the level of demon king with their powerful racial talents.

"Sir, we are from the Dragonman Pavilion, belonging to the First Royal Magic Legion of the Magic Dynasty. Why are you blocking our way to the palace?"

The situation was urgent, and the elven noble commander did not want a fierce battle to break out here; his priority was to reach the palace as quickly as possible.

Long Xueqing had excellent hearing; even from hundreds of meters in the air, she could hear the elf commander's words clearly. So she controlled her dragon wings to lower the altitude a bit.

"Why do you think I'm blocking your way? Heh, there's only one reason, so listen to me carefully." Long Xueqing pointed at the elven officer and spoke slowly, her tone revealing a hint of domineering arrogance.

The elven officer obediently pricked up his pointed ears and listened carefully.

"I'd rather do it, so what!"

Bathed in golden flames, Long Xueqing laughed unrestrainedly in mid-air, her figure resembling a dazzling golden Valkyrie, and even more outrageous was her provocative nature.

"I...." The elven noble officer's face turned a deep purplish-red. Having received aristocratic elven etiquette training, he was originally naive and had never experienced the harsh realities of society. How could he bear such ridicule?

His handsome face was contorted, veins bulging on his forehead, and he stared coldly at the still-laughing dragonman, whose laughter was extremely grating to the ears.

"Good...very good." The elven noble officer turned back to the army without hesitation and immediately gave the order.

"All mages, listen to my command... use your magic to bring that arrogant guy in the air down!"

"Sir...that's a legendary dragonman, are we really going to take it?"

The elven noble officer sneered, staring coldly at Long Xueqing: "So what if she's a dragon? This guy wearing such an ugly mask is obviously no good... Bomb her!"

"Yes!" The adjutant could only give the order to the mages behind him to fire a volley of magic.

Instantly, hundreds of densely packed magic circles unfolded, and colorful magic of various elements converged to form condensed points of light, creating a spectacular scene.

Forehead?

Long Xueqing was a little dumbfounded. Her purpose in making such a sarcastic remark was to buy time, but why did the other party get so anxious so quickly? The plot of the comic book that Kuroya gave her was also unreliable.

Lord Granstas had told them that it was best not to harm the people of the Magic Dynasty, because once their lives were lost, there would be no turning back.

So she was very careful with her strength, but what she couldn't accept was that the guy actually said her mask was ugly!

How could anyone tolerate this? This is a mask she meticulously crafted, and someone actually said it's ugly!

Long Xueqing's stunningly beautiful face beneath the mask became terrifying. At this moment, she understood Ziyuan's feelings—the feeling of liking something but not being recognized by others, which was truly infuriating.

"You're dead!" Long Xueqing's vertical pupils were fixed on the elven officer, as if they were about to burst into flames at any moment, and a terrifying demon king's domineering aura was emanating from him.

The elven noble officer felt a chill run down his spine as if he had sensed something. He turned around abruptly, his face turning deathly pale.

"Hurry, attack!"

A barrage of magical beams shot straight into the sky, turning the entire area almost entirely colorful, while a terrifying aura of magical energy surged and churned chaotically.

"[Dragon Flame. Explosion]"

Long Xueqing's gaze was icy as she conjured a massive golden fireball in front of her, the terrifying heat causing even the surrounding space to distort.

Dozens of magical attacks from the assembled mages landed on the giant golden flame sphere in front of Long Xueqing as if they were sinking into a quagmire. However, the terrifying heat caused the magical beams to evaporate upon contact, and the dissipated magic power was completely devoured.

"How is this possible... What are you mages doing? Why is your magic so unsuccessful?" The elven noble officer almost roared, unable to believe that the hit rate of his legion of hundreds of mages was less than half.

In particular, the giant flame in the sky grew larger and larger, and even here he could feel the scorching temperature, which was at least tens of thousands of degrees.

The elven noble officer's eyelids twitched violently. Just then, the adjutant rushed up, seemingly having something important to report, and was sweating profusely.

"Sir... our mage in the rear has been entangled by suddenly appearing vines... unable to cast the next round of magic."

He turned his head in disbelief to look at the rear of the army, where he saw vines twisting and turning strangely, and several vines binding the magic mages in mid-air and swinging them around. When one was shaken unconscious, the next one would take its place. The entire rear was in chaos.

"What the hell are all those vines?"

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