Let go of that monster girl!

Morendo glanced at the phantom.

If you look closely, you can see that the image of the saintess in front of you is actually a dot matrix composed of countless fluorescent characters. The outline is pieced together word by word. No matter how strong her magic is, it has not reached the point of changing the basic principle of the runestone.

She couldn't see or hear anything from the other side of the hill; it was a one-way recording.

The White Dragon Saintess stood up on her own, patted her skirt, took two steps barefoot in the void, and smiled as she spoke:

"Since this is our first meeting, let me tell you a story first."

"Long, long ago, in a place now known as the Old Dark Zone, lived a group of adorable mouse girls."

"Rat girls are very cute, very cute, and very weak creatures. They are surrounded by the Ant Girl Kingdom, as well as various monsters such as fungi and chimeras."

"They can only live in a small cave under a small hill."

"How pitiful, how sad, the mouse girls are afraid of everything in the world, until one day, one of the mouse girls dug up a white stone in the ground."

"A dragon egg."

"The most fragile, the weakest, the most foolish white dragon."

The Holy Dragon spread her hands, and a phantom dragon egg appeared out of thin air between her palms.

Morren immediately recognized the scene; it was the emblem of the Incubation Society of the Holy Egg.

A crack appeared in the dragon egg in the palm of the hand, and a tiny figure poked its head out from the broken shell.

Born naked, with a bewildered and innocent look, the young dragon girl opened her round eyes and looked at the world with curiosity.

Saintess Dragon did not continue speaking; her expression softened, filled with obvious nostalgia.

The illusion spread out.

Around the illusory young dragon girl, many blurry shadows, only slightly taller than her, appeared. They held the dragon girl's little hand and ran around, playing and frolicking in the darkness.

The blurry shadows distributed food to the young dragon girl, who took it with a silly expression, her mouth stuffed full.

Time changes.

The blurry shadows were reduced by half, and the young dragon girl sat on the ground crying. Her voice could not be heard from the illusion; all that could be seen was her pained appearance.

The shadows are becoming fewer and fewer.

The illusion grew darker and darker, while the illusory dragon girl rose higher and higher.

Saintess Dragon slowly closed her palms together.

"And then, the Ant Girl Kingdom will no longer exist in this world."

The illusion suddenly brightened and widened, enveloped in fluorescent light.

Those once blurry shadows became clear, transforming into one after another laughing mouse girls, their round ears perked up, singing merrily around the dragon girl who was now a little taller than them.

Saintess Dragon opened her palm, revealing a phantom, shimmering white flower.

Her tone became very warm:

"That little, clumsy, weak dragon has become a very powerful dragon. She has discovered that she can easily turn monsters into pieces, and she can heal injured rat girls."

"She loves all the mouse girls, and she can call out the name of every single one of them."

The illusion continued to widen, while objects gradually shrank.

Centered around a small hill, tiny mouse girls, no bigger than grains of rice, began building a castle, widening the roads, and clumps of mushrooms began to grow in the fields.

The details of the vision became clearer, and various twisted, fleshy creations began to appear, with bizarre shapes and pieced-together limbs.

But the mouse girls were not afraid of these big guys. With their help, they moved boulders and cultivated the fields.

The rat girls' city is getting wider and more beautiful.

The illusion suddenly dissipated and reformed into a small scene.

An elderly and kind-hearted rat girl reached out her thin hand and touched the horn on the head of the young dragon girl.

All around them was a field of shimmering white flowers.

Saintess Dragon's voice softened.

"It was so beautiful, I still remember it."

"She gradually realized that she had abilities far beyond those of ordinary dragon girls. She could gather more monster girls and transform the destructive flesh and blood of the Disaster Moon into power that was useful to people."

"She believed that as long as she kept working hard, this dark flower field would grow wider and wider until it covered everything, and there would be no more tragedy in the dark land, only laughing monster girls."

"I used to believe that."

The color of the shimmering white flower in my palm began to change.

White turns to pink, pink turns to red, and red turns to blood red.

Then, in an instant, it twisted, the petals melted into irregular chunks of flesh, and the stem transformed into metallic thorns, becoming an indescribable monster.

In the illusion, the flower field was instantly covered with blood-red metallic thorns, the earth cracked, the sky collapsed, and screams filled the air.

Molen's eyes flickered slightly. The metal vine plague, a calamity phenomenon that reshaped the entire landscape of the old lightless zone more than a hundred years ago.

"Then, I did something I had to do."

The illusion returned to peace, with only a few small chimeras crawling at the dragon girl's feet, their bodies still bearing the round ears of the rat girl.

"I still love all the mouse girls, even if they look like this."

In the final illusion, a one-eyed, one-eared rat girl approaches the now-grown dragon girl and hands her an invitation from her small hand.

“My fellow human, you should understand that the Dark Zone will only expand indefinitely, the Calamity Moon will become more and more severe, and the current Dark Zone will eventually fall into the depths of darkness.”

"In that place, all magic and all technology are meaningless."

"Only by following the month of disaster and evolving together can we ultimately survive."

"I love all living beings in the world, no matter what they look like."

A new, shimmering white flower sprouted from the palm of the Holy Dragon Maiden's hand. She smiled and continued:

“I originally thought we would have a lot in common, but you actually declined my invitations twice.”

"Then, see you next Calamity Month."

The fluorescent humanoid figure shattered, and countless small characters disintegrated and disappeared into the air.

The runestone's light suddenly went out.

It was extremely quiet on the watchtower.

The mouse girls didn't dare to utter a sound. Lym covered his head with both hands and curled up into a small ball.

Morren stared at the now-extinguished runestone, remaining silent for a long time, lost in thought.

He was thinking about how to twist off the dragon's head, which was full of wild thoughts.

What is this? Your last words?

Your love can be given to a bunch of surviving monsters who can only call you "big brother".

My love is only for sweet, soft, cute, and adorable adult monster girls under 1.5 meters tall.

Moren reached out and took the runestone off Lyme's head.

He has already decided.

Take action before the month of calamity!

Chapter 116 Radish Meeting

Ten days later.

The moon outside the window is perfectly round.

The Duchess of Stonehold's banquet hall is located on the second floor of the castle. The vaulted ceiling is as high as three people, the long table is covered with an embroidered tablecloth, and high-backed chairs are placed on both sides, with hyena head emblems carved on the backs of the chairs.

Upon closer inspection, however, the edges of the tablecloth were worn smooth, and several fluorite lamps were missing.

This banquet hall must have been quite grand, but now it's just a shell barely holding on.

Several servings of dried meat stew occupied both sides of the long table, while a small mountain of radish chunks was piled in the center, covered with a thick layer of unidentified grease, clearly an attempt to disguise it as a respectable roast meat platter.

If I had to say, this was a banquet with a very aristocratic air.

After all, it's not easy to get so many radishes in the dark zone.

Nobles often had a custom of holding hunting feasts.

After a grand hunt, the host would cook the game into various delicacies to serve to distinguished guests.

But often, this was just an excuse for nobles to hold secret meetings.

The Duchess of the Primal Stone Territory, a hyena girl.

Several admirable scars ran across her right eye as she sat calmly in the main seat, swirling a glass of berry wine in her hand.

Seven or eight minor nobles sat on either side of the long table, their faces plastered with flattering smiles, feigning righteous indignation.

"Those believers are really bullying us! They sold us ants with great promises, but within a few days they all turned into trees! And they're always riding high on our heads and pointing fingers at us!"

"Thanks to you for stepping in and taking charge! Otherwise, we don't know how badly we would have been bullied!"

The hyena woman smiled slightly, gently swirling the wine glass between her fingers, clearly quite pleased with the compliments.

She spoke with complete confidence:

"The situation is very chaotic right now, with all sides poised to make their move. But as long as we join forces, who can do anything to us, whether it's the Order, Wolfsburg, Carrot Territory, or Dwarf Mountain?"

"That's right. As long as we nobles unite, who can trample on us?"

The hyena girl surveyed both sides of the table with satisfaction.

The nobles of the Dark Zone have already arrived, and about half of them are here.

Although the wolf-eared, horse-eared, and black-haired fellows didn't come, and of course, the dragon wasn't there either, the land controlled by the nobles here is no less than that of these fellows combined.

And now they all obey my orders.

If these minor nobles were scattered, each of them would be nothing more than a radish, but when they came together...

hum.

"I heard that the cult is likely to fight the guys in the south, leaving us caught in the middle."

"We're close to the north and have benefited from the cult, so they'll definitely push us to be cannon fodder!"

"What benefits? They all turned into trees!"

The hyena girl raised her hand, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

She spoke calmly:

"As long as we join hands, work together, and use the right tactics, we can even go head-to-head with the other side."

“Even a small mountain might not be able to wipe us all out.”

The group looked at each other, and no one spoke.

Everyone has witnessed the devastating sight of ant girls turning into trees in droves.

To be their enemy...

The hyena girl's single eye swept across the faces present, seemingly calculating who would be the first to be pushed out as cannon fodder if anyone raised an objection.

She picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and smiled as she spoke:

"Besides, even if they're going to die, it'll be the lowly underlings who die, what does it have to do with us?"

That hit the nail on the head, and everyone agreed.

"Whether the north or the south wins, we will still be nobles. In fact, if this place is destroyed, what can the victors do besides trying to win us over?"

The voices of agreement grew louder.

They have no grudge against the dwarf mountains, so they can symbolically demolish a few bridges, build a few fortifications, and lend them to a few knights and a bunch of rat girls as cannon fodder for the cult.

If the low hill can gain an advantage, they can simply change the flag and reorient these fortifications.

That's how wars are fought.

Nobles and commoners are not the same species; they are chess players. Even if one loses on the chessboard, the other will simply shake hands amicably.