Chapter 87: You Think I'm Stupid?

Admiral Sipaike of the Doom Ark felt that his life had finally peaked.

Their fleet had originally been scheduled to patrol the waters near Ulthuan according to their plan. But in reality, as everyone knew, it was just for show. They were simply looking for some lucky souls in the vicinity to see if they could drag them into their slave-catching ranks and turn them into good slaves.

This form of hunting had been spreading for a long time. The Doom Ark itself was actually a massive mountain range, re-forged and condensed by the Dark Elves using Magic, serving as a home floating in the ocean.

These homes naturally possessed every structure one would expect, and among them, the most important of all was the presence of slaves.

They might fight the Elf wars, but everyone still had to survive and find entertainment.

Although they were not like the Sea Elves who could not survive without a Soul, the Dark Elves were also a species that required a large number of slaves for blood sacrifices and needed a certain amount of fresh, living power to join them in order to survive.

So, while they were supposedly fighting a great decisive battle against the Elves, in reality, everyone was just grabbing people and slaves in the surrounding areas. The Norsca Peninsula, for instance, was actually an excellent choice. The number of slaves there was not large, but there was no trouble to stir up. Moreover, the people of Norsca were quite capable of fighting, making them reassuring to use, and they even had aesthetic value.

However, just as he was contemplating how exactly he should go about capturing slaves, a group of insane Sea Elves suddenly popped out of the sea and slapped him in the face.

What kind of talk was that? Was that reasonable? It was a complete reversal of the natural order.

What rank did you Sea Elves think you were to fight us Dark Elves? Coming up and insulting people directly? Although he knew the Sea Elves might have some conspiracy, out of absolute trust in his own race, he still unhesitatingly steered the Doom Ark to track the Sea Elves, intending to give them a slave game they would never forget.

Then he witnessed a massive spectacle.

First, it was in the Broken Lands; he knew that the Broken Lands already had a master, and even knew that an expeditionary force of the Prince of Pleasure had met its doom there.

Because that day, many people's wives, daughters, or female relatives had expressed immense anger, or cursed the Human for not knowing what was good for them. In fact, the Dark Elves were also very clear that their own race had certainly been infiltrated by the followers of the God of Pleasure, and to some extent, they could even obtain some intelligence in reverse.

Then he watched with his own eyes as that massive wound blinked its eyes, and the bright daylight turned into the embodiment of someone's will.

That vast torrent of Magic even caused the Doom Ark's steering and power systems to malfunction, making all the observers let out a scream, feeling the arrival of intense terror.

And it didn't end there; before the Admiral could collect his thoughts, he saw those Sea Elves, possessed by the divine power of the God of Struggle, start throwing themselves like moths to a flame toward that brilliant sun. Although the scale of that spectacular scene was far inferior to the Elf wars in terms of numbers, the momentum, to be honest, was not far behind.

Of course, the result was naturally that the Sea Elves were blasted apart by that terrifying sun in two rounds, completely turning into nothingness.

Upon careful reflection, the Admiral was drenched in cold sweat.

What kind of background did the master of this territory have to make the Dark Gods come up one by one to serve him? Not long after the Prince of Pleasure's expeditionary force met its doom, the God of Struggle put on a mask and went up directly.

As a result, both sides died in such a pathetic way, vanishing in an instant. As an individual who witnessed it firsthand, the Admiral felt complicated, only feeling that this world was, to be honest, a bit terrifying. He had never even thought about how to try to suppress the enemy here. You say there are good things here? Fine, let there be. I don't want them, is that not enough? But then his subordinates sent him information that made his soul flee in terror.

Because of the recent Subspace torrent and the lighting of the torch, their Doom Ark's rudder and power systems had temporarily malfunctioned, and they were now heading straight toward the Broken Lands.

This truly scared the Dark Elf out of his wits. Yes, he felt that he might be able to profit from this change, but he had to be alive to collect the profits, right? As a Dark Elf who cherished his life very much, when had he ever been so brave as to confront such a terrifying guy? He wasn't some clueless rookie; how could he possibly crash into it head-on? So, he very rationally lowered a small boat, took his confidants and led the way down, and looking at the Psionic Beacon in the distance, he very sincerely sent out his message of goodwill.

However, what made Admiral Sipaike feel somewhat uneasy was that no message came from within that massive Psionic Beacon. The four massive aerospace fleets in the sky also showed no particular changes.

Just as Sipaike wondered if it was a language barrier and intended to try asking in another language, the light in the air began to refract, and a figure that looked slightly thin but full of a certain energy, with spiral eyes, appeared before Sipaike, looking him up and down with curiosity.

And at the very first moment their eyes met, Sipaike subconsciously lowered his head, not daring to look at those eyes filled with destructive rituals.

But it was this action that made the floating figure nod with great satisfaction.

"You are good, truly good."

The figure standing on the small boat said in fluent Dark Elf language:

"Regardless of whether you are genuinely here to say hello or are being hypocritical, I am truly very moved right now. That there is still a race in this world capable of normal communication is truly wonderful."

"You, you flatter me...?"

"No, not at all. I will give you a gift of thanks later. But since you have come to communicate, shall we talk about mutually beneficial cooperation and development? Look at those Sea Elves; they actually possess a marvelous beast-taming technique from other regions. I remember your race should need this."

"Marvelous beast-taming technique from other regions?"

Hearing this, Sipaike's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Perhaps it was just that the terrifying wizard before him was ignorant, but what was wrong with having more options?

Dark Elves were addicted to backstabbing, but that was on the premise that they had also had a honeymoon period, wasn't it?

Facing such a sincere Wizard King, Sipaike nodded, deciding to talk in more detail.

And the Sea Elves fleeing in the sea, watching this scene, were all stunned on the spot.

"...?"

What are they saying? Old World Dark Elf language? Didn't you have to use a Soul Connection to speak?

Wasn't it said that every race was locked off from each other, completely unaware of each other's languages, and could only slaughter each other? What was the situation now? Watching the two teams, as the interactive language began, closing their cannon ports and hatches one after another, the remaining Sea Elves suddenly felt that they had probably made an incomparably wrong and absolutely terrible choice.

(End of chapter)