Chapter 759: Relief Forces Arrive
The fallen elves lifted their heads, sensing the disturbance in the sky, and erupted into frantic chatter.
"Look! It's a Dragon!"
"A Dragon!"
"By the Mother God above—could that be a Golden Dragon? Is it friend or foe?"
"We are the Sword of the Sanctum—the devoted followers of the Goddess of Moonlight and Darkness, come to crush the Rebellion. It must be here to aid us!"
Before they could settle their debate, the Golden Dragon let out a thunderous roar. Its massive wings unfurled, its blood-filled maw yawned wide, and with a howling gale, it plummeted downward, flames erupting from deep within its throat like a blazing inferno.
"Damn it—!"
"It's coming for us! Damned Golden-Scaled Crawler!"
Realizing the threat, the fallen elves screamed curses, unleashing waves of vile hatred.
But the scorching gale swept across the earth, a roaring torrent of heat.
Boom—
The sound of an air implosion echoed through the sky. Torrents of dragonfire, like a waterfall of molten fire, poured from the beast’s maw, creating a vast sea of blazing light that consumed hundreds of fallen elves.
"Hot—so hot! I'm on fire! I'm burning alive!"
"No—!"
"Damned Crawler!"
"Golden Dragon! We are the Sword of the Sanctum! Why attack us without cause?!"
The fallen elves wailed in near-panic, their voices hoarse and desperate, thrashing helplessly in the raging inferno—useless.
Their skin blackened and cracked, popping like burnt parchment, revealing the grotesque, half-spider forms beneath their elven flesh.
The monstrous, spider-like creatures shrieked in agony, their long, spindly legs skittering frantically as they fled from the sea of fire. But their bodies were already ablaze. Rolling on the ground did nothing to extinguish the flames. They curled into charred, lifeless husks, still screaming in their final moments.
"Kill it! Bring it down!"
"Shoot!"
"By any means—kill it! We cannot let these rebels escape!"
Seryan, staff in hand, pounded the ground with each strike, his face grim, his voice laced with fury.
The fallen elves drew their bows, aiming at the sky. Poison-tipped arrows screamed through the air, ripping through the atmosphere. Elven mages raised their scepters, unleashing torrents of dark energy that surged toward the Golden Dragon’s abdomen.
But the ancient Golden Dragon reared back, unleashing a long, echoing roar. Flames coiled around its body like a storm, forming a blazing maelstrom that devoured every arrow and spell.
"Fallen beings who consort with the Abyss, corrupted by darkness—by fire, I shall bury you!"
Titus sneered. A flash of golden light erupted from his pupils.
In an instant, meteors rained from the heavens, trailing fiery streaks across the sky, each one carrying devastating power. They slammed into the fallen elves’ formation, triggering massive explosions that tore through their ranks.
Catherine watched the spectacle, her face brightening with relief. "Your Grace, Titus," she said, voice respectful, "thank you for your timely intervention."
"No wonder you are the Wing of Dawn among legends. Your strength is truly awe-inspiring."
Far away, Ria severed a fallen elf’s head in one clean slash, her gaze turning toward the ancient Golden Dragon. She gave a silent nod in greeting.
Titus hovered above the battlefield, wings wide like a guardian deity, head lowered in solemn acknowledgment.
"Your Majesty, Catherine," he said, "you flatter me."
"Upholding justice, banishing evil—this is the sacred duty of the Metal Dragon clan. I would have come regardless, but you personally summoned me. How could I refuse?"
Catherine raised her scepter. Gentle beams of light flowed from it, enveloping the Golden Dragon. Smiling, she said, "Your noble heart is worthy of admiration, Titus."
"That’s the Legendary Dawn Dragon, Titus! No wonder his fire is so terrifying!"
"A truly powerful Golden Dragon!"
"Thank the stars—we have an ally! With such a being on our side, we will surely reclaim the Sacred Tree!"
With the arrival of the Golden Dragon, the spirits of the Silver Moon Followers and the Lute Players’ Alliance soared. Battle intensity surged. Swords and blades flashed as they charged forward, driving back the fallen elves who had been scorched and driven back by the dragonfire.
Seryan, the fallen elf elder, his face shadowed with despair, barked orders. "Continue the attack! Do not falter! The Great Mother God watches over you!"
"Remember—we are the true heirs of Serrynia. We outnumber them! These rebels will never prevail!"
"Long live!"
"For the Mother God!"
The fallen elves, wild-eyed and frenzied, charged forward despite the hail of arrows and the burning flames, throwing themselves into battle—some even transforming into twisted, spider-like horrors.
Seryan narrowed his eyes, raising his staff. The tip pulsed with dark energy, making the air tremble and shiver.
"Great Mother God," he whispered, "send forth Your noble envoy."
A harsh, grating sound echoed through the air, like rusted metal scraping against metal.
Spines—
The space split open, torn by sharp, needle-like legs. A deep gash formed in reality, from which a thick, toxic mist seeped.
Then, from the rift, a monstrous, colossal spider emerged—hundreds of crimson eyes, each leg spanning nearly twenty meters.
"Glory to the Mother God!" Seryan spread his arms wide, as if embracing the world, his scarred face twisted in ecstatic madness.
"Filthy monsters!" roared the Golden Dragon, opening its maw wide. A pillar of searing flame shot forth, blasting toward the spider.
But the spider’s compound eyes flashed with a malevolent red glow. Countless beams of dark energy lashed out, meeting the dragonfire head-on—holding their ground.
Titus let out a deep, resonant roar. He ascended hundreds of meters into the sky, then dove, wings spread wide, claws outstretched, aiming to crush the beast with one swipe.
Yet the spider moved with impossible speed. Its eight long legs darted and spun, evading the attack with ease. Then, it spat a stream of corrosive venom that ate through the ancient dragon’s scales, leaving deep wounds.
Enraged, Titus swung his tail in a devastating blow, sending the spider crashing into the earth. It tumbled, rolling across the field, crushing several fallen elves beneath it.
But the spider rose again, its fanged maw spewing thick, sticky webs that wrapped around the Golden Dragon’s wings, binding its movement.
Titus roared in fury, tearing free from the webs. His aura flared, and he lunged at the spider. The two titans locked in brutal melee combat, grappling and twisting in a whirlwind of destruction.
A fallen elf officer, his appearance fearsome, raised his sword and bellowed, "Now! The Golden Dragon is trapped! Attack! Kill the rebel chieftain!"
The fallen elves surged forward, charging headlong toward Catherine’s position, heedless of the silver sword’s radiant slash or Melissandra’s relentless arrows. They came like a tide.
Ria slashed through a dozen fallen elves in a single motion, driving forward toward Catherine.
But Seryan and several mages raised their staffs in unison, chanting ancient words. Black thorns erupted from the ground, sprouting in a thick, swirling barrier of darkness that trapped Ria within.
Meanwhile, some fallen elves had already breached the hundred-meter mark around Catherine. Their eyes wild, they hurled poisoned long spears.
"Quick! Guardianship, Your Majesty!" The Silver Moon Followers raised their shields, forming a wall before Catherine, desperately repelling the relentless assault.
Catherine remained calm, seated atop her unicorn. Her staff glowed with soft light, and instantly, her allies’ spirits soared. Wounds healed, strength returned.
But then—another wave struck from behind.
A squad of fallen elves, riding on black shadow steeds, vanished into the darkness, reappearing through magic. They slaughtered several Silver Moon Followers in an instant, charging straight for Catherine.
"Rebels! Die!"
Woo—
The deep, resonant sound of a horn echoed. The air rippled. A massive portal tore open behind Catherine.
From within, a legion of dwarf cavalry poured forth—wearing heavy armor, riding horned rams, roaring with thunderous voices.
Like a flood of iron, they surged forward. The ground trembled. Dust billowed. They crushed the fallen elves beneath their iron hooves, turning them into mangled meat.
"Hahahaha! Catherine, Your Majesty! The High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom has come to aid!"
At the front, Zhen roared with triumph, swinging his war hammer with a mighty swing. The head of a fallen elf exploded in a spray of brain matter.
"Crush these Abyssal scum!"
The dwarf ram cavalry charged with devastating force. The fallen elves were crushed before they could even scream—reduced to bloody pulp.
"Hahahaha! I haven’t had such a satisfying battle in ages!"
Three thousand shield-bearing dwarf warriors flooded the battlefield, swinging hammers and axes, roaring as they slaughtered the fallen elves—pouring out the grief and rage of a lost homeland.
Catherine turned to Zhen, smiling. "You are the new Mountain Lord—Zhen, Your Majesty. I’ve heard much of you from Ria. Today, I see why she spoke so highly. You carry the spirit of King Aed."
"But I must apologize, Zhen, as Queen of Serrynia. When Aivendeldan was in peril, we failed to honor our pact and intervene."
"It is not your fault," Zhen said solemnly. "The sacred alliance between Serrynia and the High Mountain Kingdom endures. We remain steadfast allies. We still hope for your support when we restore Aivendeldan."
"Of course, Zhen. If I ever rule Serrynia, I will give every ounce of my strength to help."
Seryan’s voice shook the air, his face twisted with fury. "Catherine! You’ve allied with dwarves! A traitor beyond forgiveness!"
Catherine’s voice remained cold. "The Silver Moon Elves and the dwarves have been allies for millennia. It was you who betrayed everything."
She raised her scepter. "Attack! For Serrynia’s radiant future! For the glory of the Silver Moon Elves!"
With the shield dwarves now in the fight, the tide turned. The once-unstoppable fallen elves were broken, forced into retreat.
But then—more portals tore open in the sky.
Mages from the Arcane Hermitage. Celestial Legion from Heaven’s Mountain. Ranger units from the Lute Players’ Alliance—each arriving in turn.
Spells of every color flashed across the battlefield. Holy light poured from the heavens. Battle cries rang out, shaking the sky.
The ancient Golden Dragon unleashed a final, devastating flame, reducing the monstrous spider to a crisp, blackened husk. Free from the webs, it soared into the air once more, diving toward the fallen elves’ front lines, creating another blazing inferno.
Soon, the fallen elves were utterly routed—scattered, broken, and slaughtered.
"Damned intruder!" Seryan screamed, raising his staff, roaring into the sky. "Hahahaha! Die! You will all die—miserably! You cannot escape the wrath of the Mother God!"
"Pathetic followers of a dark deity," Titus charged forward, his claw smashing through the black barrier like glass.
Seryan, his eyes bloodshot, snarled, "You’re all the same, Crawler. You’ll all die—just like—"
Smack!
The ancient Golden Dragon backhanded him, reducing the elder elf to a bloody pulp. He wiped his claw clean, disdainful.
"Filthy Abyss blood. Disgusting."
Smoke filled the air. The ground was littered with spider-like corpses—twisted, corrupted, dead. The fallen elves were decimated—few remained, fleeing or dead.
"Blood sacrifice to the Mother Goddess!"
A crazed fallen elf brandished his longsword, charging blindly toward Catherine, ignoring the hundred armed guards around her.
Ria’s expression turned cold. She drew her bloodied silver sword, ready to strike.
But Catherine held up a hand. "Keep him alive. I have questions."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Ria stepped behind the fallen elf, delivering a swift blow to the neck. He collapsed unconscious. She chained him tightly with iron chains.
After a long silence, the elf slowly opened his eyes, staring at Catherine.
He writhed, screaming, "Rebels! You’ll die horribly! In the Mother Goddess’s light, you’ll have nowhere to hide!"
Catherine remained calm, unafraid. "Tell me, fallen one—what is this 'Mother Goddess' you serve?"
The elf blinked, then grinned strangely. "We are Silver Moon Elves. Of course we serve the great Queen Shahanii. How could a traitor like you forget such a basic truth?"
"Shahanii?" Catherine frowned. "You truly follow Shahanii?"
Shahanii was a powerful, benevolent deity—the God of Moonlight, a beautiful silver-haired lady, and the guardian of the Silver Moon Elves. She was revered as the "Mother Goddess of the Sacred Tree," and nearly every Serrynian was her follower.
But this creature before her—radiating evil—claimed to serve her?
The fallen elf puffed his chest. "Of course! How could someone like you understand? I am the most devoted, most pious follower of the Great Octo-Armed Mother Goddess—the Weaver of Chaos, the Goddess of Moonlight and Night!"
"Octo-Armed Mother Goddess?" Catherine’s brow furrowed deeper.
Wait—what kind of Shahanii was this?
(End of Chapter)
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