Chapter 119: The Malice of Fate

No one expected it, no one expected it; when you think you can make it, fate always kicks you in the most inexplicable way.

But when you think you are irrelevant, it inexplicably thrusts you into the eye of the storm.

"The Beast Envoys are gone? When did they leave?" Only when the city faced the threat of the Beasts did they remember the Beasts' arch-enemies, the surface Beasts (Ark) who had come to form an alliance.

"Why did none of the outer sentries react? Why did the gate guards not respond? Did they just leave the city like that?!"

Only a very few had been watching closely, but once the Oracle was delivered, many Dark Elf families qualified to know grew anxious.

"Morsothilka will be destroyed by the Beasts." Although divinely granted prophecies are often vague or full of deception, this one was a complete image, seemingly implying that the gods themselves had sensed the reality of an impending crisis.

The Oracle can be misinterpreted, but that white deer hoof which destroys all cannot be mistaken.

This power itself is the greatest proof.

Beasts and Beastmen are irreconcilable arch-enemies; the enemy of an enemy may not be a friend, but is indeed a potential ally.

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

After all, He truly exists and can unleash the divine punishment of the iron fist.

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

Fortunately, the anxious Dark Elves soon confirmed that the surface humans had not truly departed directly.

The留守 personnel stated that the ambassador and core staff had only gone out for a spin and should return very soon.

But at this moment, the Dark Elves likely all knew that the situation had been overturned.

The scales of negotiation were tilted; the party that most desperately seeks the initiative in negotiations is often at a disadvantage.

At the same time, a bounty was posted for a certain young girl and a young beast.

They, along with certain related parties, might become bargaining chips or gifts at the negotiation table, or perhaps the trump card to reverse the disadvantage in negotiations.

"Why, why did the Dark Elves suddenly attack us?! Are we not allies?"

The most bewildered were actually the Cult of the Beasts, who were lurking in the Dark Elf city.

Just a moment ago, they had been freely entering the high-end venues of their own city, becoming honored guests of various radical noble families.

They, who had been listening to jokes about the surface Beastmen, were abandoned and strangled in the blink of an eye.

High Horn Priest Gerard clearly remembered that at the time he was chatting with a noble viscount, who was happily listening to him recount the stupidity and filth of the surface Beastmen.

But with the entrance of a chamberlain, who whispered a few words into the ear of that powerful Dark Elf viscount, the eyes of that great figure changed.

"If I hadn't sensed the malice, I might have already been poisoned..." But now, the situation was no better.

The Cult of the Beasts had been hunted and wanted by the Glowing City on the surface, regarded by their own kin as cultists to be killed; now that they had defected to another race, they still suffered a near-fatal betrayal and ambush.

The headquarters of the Cult of the Beasts, which had been semi-publicly active locally under the support of local nobles, was ambushed; over half of the grassroots believers were killed or captured.

The most absurd thing was that they could not understand at all why the Dark Elf nobles who had been cursing the stupidity of the surface Beastmen just a moment ago had suddenly become the most ruthless killers at this very moment.

Perhaps they needed to understand better why, in ancient elven society, "the Dark Elves' credibility" was listed alongside "the Dwarves' dexterity" and "the Light Elves' humility."

Highly politicized and scheming, the Dark Elves acted swiftly the moment they smelled the wind changing.

The more the Dark Elf nobles had previously supported the Cult of the Beasts, the more viciously they struck; they would strive to erase all evidence of the past!

They often carried out targeted strangulations to completely extricate themselves and their families from this incident, avoiding leaving evidence that could lead to a second strike by rival families.

Within just six hours, betrayals and sieges that seemed long-planned played out continuously in every corner of the city.

Honored guests became mortal enemies; centered on the Cult of the Beasts, fires of war ignited everywhere.

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

In a corner of the city, a pure-white magical girl waved the staff in her hand; the terrifying mana that had just erupted was dissipating.

At the moment the mana cannon exploded, the dark underground world welcomed a brief "daybreak."

She not only shattered the Dark Elf warriors blocking the way but also forcibly blasted a hole in the city wall, which was dozens of meters high!

Just as Purple Rose said, a novice magical girl has nothing else, but her mana is maxed out; her mana cannon cares for nothing and no one.

But even so, her body still showed many cracks; the flesh and blood of the pure-white girl began to split, like glass about to shatter.

But the next moment, the Beast's self-healing factor restored her to perfection.

Imparting spell usage through spell models and directly controlling elements and mana within the body are two different levels of difficulty; the latter is nearly like using one's own instincts and body.

But normal casters do not play like this; let alone enduring the side effects of mana output at this level, daring to circulate large amounts of mana within the body is a death wish.

Mana and elements have never committed suicide; if this level of mana deviates even slightly, even a Grand Mage would blow himself up halfway through casting.

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

"Get lost."

The snow-white girl floated down; where her staff pointed, however, were not the Dark Elf pursuers... those things had already turned completely to ash!

"Thank you, thank you, Great Prince."

The High Horn Priests and Horn Disciples of the Cult of the Beasts did not respond to the magical girl's care either; they only thanked the "Magical Girl Auspicious Beast" floating nearby.

Even in their wretched state, they paid no attention to the magical girl who had saved them from the start, not even looking at her, as if she did not exist at all.

Perhaps, in their doctrine, such "users of Beast power who possess human hearts" were never supposed to exist.

The people of the Cult of the Beasts hurriedly left through this breach, while the magical girl continued to watch silently.

When another batch of Dark Elf hunters rushed over, mana began to gather on the raised staff.

"Boom!"

This district suffered a great calamity once again.

The newborn magical girl did not seem to know how to control her power well; perhaps she simply did not try to control it at all.

When the High Horn and the believers who escaped the Dark Elf city finally reached a safe area and could look back at what had happened, their faces were full of confusion and helplessness.

The change came too fast; they had almost no supplies on their bodies.

Although, as superhumans, surviving here was not difficult for them, their biggest problem was the sudden loss of direction and the resulting confusion.

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

They had originally allied with the Dark Elves to trouble the City of Radiance, their core goal always being the liberation of the "Beasts."

In this regard, they shared the same goal as those Beast Princes and Magic Girls, but now, they had lost their direction.

Should they enter the deeper underground world? That would mean leaving the final destination of this storm.

Unable to aid the "Beasts," they naturally could not receive greater rewards; even if they had the chance to "return to the Beast Herd," they would not be given better treatment.

"Wasn't that embassy acting nearby?"

Thus, they found a new goal; these were true fanatics, capable of doing anything as long as they could contribute to the "Beasts."

"Respected Prince, please wait a moment; we shall now sacrifice to you with the filthy blood of orcs."

From within the backpack of the Great Horned Priest, a snow-white deer head poked out.

This was another "Prince," who had been lurking among them from beginning to end.

Just as the Beast Cult actually held little respect for the Beast Princes and Magic Girls, the Princes felt little for these cults.

If viewed as orcs, they were descendants of traitors.

If viewed as Beasts, was it not natural for the lower ranks of the Beast Herd to dedicate everything to their superiors?

However, this did not hinder their mutual exploitation and cooperation.

That Beast Prince who had contracted a Magic Girl would send his contractee to save them, solely because his brother was under their protection.

The Prince would intervene only because he knew these lowly lives would truly sacrifice their lives to protect another Prince.

The development of events proceeded exactly as expected; the Beast Cult led this Prince through the wilderness, preparing to ambush the returning surface embassy.

It was just that their luck seemed a bit poor; they failed to find their target, but were found by another group.

"Found them, found them!"

An inexplicable狂喜 echoed across the entire wasteland; the legendary powerful will created a mental hurricane, as if a great existence had fallen into狂喜.

The Beast Cult encountered an even more inexplicable ambush and slaughter in a valley.

A massive number of Collar Slaves and Mind Flayers emerged from the shadows; an encirclement of at least hundreds of people completely stunned this surviving team of only a dozen.

How could there be so many monsters in this underground world? How could there be so many Mind Flayers!

"Buzz!" But an oversized mental shockwave had already exploded among the crowd; hunting and slaughter did not follow reason.

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

That night, the city lord of Mosodilka, Verna Talabar, went to sleep early.

Having been busy all day, she had originally expected to sleep well.

"Boom!"

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

This time, Verna, awakened from her dream, looked completely stunned.

"How could this be! It turned into two!!" The scream traveled far into the night; at this moment, the Goddess who had always maintained her dignity could no longer keep her etiquette.

A completely incomprehensible situation had arisen; the terrifying pure white giant beast in the dream, that monster capable of destroying cities, had directly turned into two!

This is the very reason why gods often do not easily prophesy or intervene in the future.

Whether it is the malice of the Creator or fate having its own rules, the result of breaking bad luck often welcomes even greater misfortune!

"What to do..." Now, amidst the newly born ruins, even the noble Goddess was completely stunned.

One, she might have been able to struggle against in the dream, but two...

"Does this city still have a future?" Her eyes, infused with divine power, showed a trace of confusion.

If time were to rewind slightly, Li En and his party would absolutely never have imagined that after their group, acting as "irrelevant people," left, Mosodilka would become so spectacular.

The embassy, originally treated as scraps, was actually expected and sought after by the entire city.

"Haha! It really is... a bit tiring."

Li En put down the sword in his hand and breathed heavily to recover his stamina.

Truly unexpected, that there would be so many undead creatures in this underground ruin.

But while stamina could be recovered, holy power and mana were not so easily restored; Li En, who had carelessly wasted his holy power on Evil-Cleaving Slash, never imagined he would one day complain about not having enough holy power.

And facing the undead, 恐怕 no profession is more professional than the Paladin.

However, these iron skeleton undead were exceptionally tough, making Li En and Larry, who had to waste holy power, appear somewhat exhausted.

The road downward remained vast and endless; Li En seemed unable to hold on until the bottom.

But at this moment, Kuku suddenly jumped out and spoke directly to Li En.

"You, why do you not use your bloodline power? It should be very effective against the undead."

Bloodline power? Li En looked somewhat confused; did he have such a thing? Was he supposed to use dragon claws instead of a sword?

In the next moment, he realized.

"You mean Dragon Speech?"

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

(End of Chapter)