Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Fishmen's Defeated Struggle

"This is terrifying."

The merman and elf nearby were stunned.

They never imagined that Loya possessed such formidable combat power, comparable to a Gold-level expert. Even more unexpectedly, Loya annihilated the giant octopus monster in just a few seconds.

At that time, time was too tight, and Kemon didn't even have time to go to the rescue.

"Is this his true strength? Did he hide his power during our battle?" The elves, especially the Western Europeans, possessed remarkable vitality. They were still alive.

Loya's current behavior also made him absent-minded, feeling a sense of unreality and fantasy.

"We can't lose, can we?" a murmured desperately.

"No, no, no, that's absolutely impossible." The fishmen were startled by these words and reacted vehemently in rebuttal.

“We can’t possibly lose; the chieftain will kill him.”

“We are the kin of the great true dragon. A mere strange sub-dragon is no match for us.”

...

"Hmph, you're doomed." Linman finally realized what was happening. She looked at the stubborn merman and felt it was ugly. And she herself felt a sense of superiority over the merman.

"Chief Vina's choice is fantastic. With Mr. Roloroa on our side, we're guaranteed to win."

Linman had the illusion that she was going to win without lifting a finger.

I must say, this feeling is wonderful.

If she could, she would love to lie there forever.

In addition, the elven tribes were shocked by Loya's power.

But they quickly realized what was happening.

"Continue the attack."

"We must avenge our ancestors!"

"The destruction of the merfolk begins today."

"This can be considered a warning to the evil dragon Sophia."

...

This is so inspiring!

The elves were already exhausted.

However, Loya's performance ignited their passion. Their exhausted bodies were now aroused, generating even greater and more intense extraordinary power.

The massacre began. The war showed no signs of ending.

The lake water turned even redder.

The predators scattered throughout Emerald Lake were all startled by the smell of blood.

Some cunning and greedy magical beasts came over and devoured the flesh and blood, savoring a delicacy they had never tasted before.

This is not an exaggeration; this is truly delicious food.

In the past, the merfolk were so powerful that the aquatic creatures of Emerald Lake were their food. The aquatic creatures were neither brave enough nor capable of harming the merfolk. This meant they never tasted the flesh and blood of the merfolk.

Now, the opportunity has finally arrived.

The aquatic creatures were also excited. This flesh and blood, which they had never eaten before and had longed for, had an unprecedented psychological impact on them, making them feel that it tasted delicious.

In fact, Loya, this well-informed dragon, knew that the flesh and blood of the fishmen were not so good.

Of course, that's not important.

The important thing is that the murlocs started to break down.

"Run! We can't fight anymore!" The murlocs scattered in all directions.

They also wanted to persevere like the elven tribes.

However, Loya's potions were too torturous for the merfolk; they simply couldn't withstand them.

Even if the elven tribes didn't attack them first, they felt they couldn't stand it.

Fishmen, truly worthy of being the overlords of the water.

The speed at which they escaped was also incredibly fast.

Before the elven tribe could even fire a few more volleys of magic arrows, the mermen surrounding them were all gone.

The war ended just like that, so suddenly.

The many elves looked around blankly.

"Yes, we won!"

A moment later, the little elf Ivy jumped up with all her might and cheered.

"We won."

"We are free, our ancestors, you can rest in peace now."

"Waaaaah, we are free! Our descendants are free too! We will never again be food for the dragons to devour."

...

The elves on the Ship of Hope, infected by Ivy, also screamed.

Some wept with joy, while others stared blankly, seemingly unable to accept this reality.

"Quiet down, we still have one last enemy."

Vina crawled out. She had been badly beaten by the giant octopus monster and was now barely able to move.

"Linman, quickly take control of the Ship of Hope and attack Kemon. Let us help Loya achieve final victory."

"Vina gave the order, panting," Vina said.

Upon hearing this, the elves' joyful chatter ceased abruptly.

Only then did they remember that the most powerful Kemon had not yet escaped.

Linman moved swiftly; no sooner had Vina finished speaking than she manipulated the tattered [Witchcraft Inscription Array]. Illusory cannon barrels appeared on the ship's roof, aimed at the battlefield between Kemon and Loya.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, why did it turn out like this?" Kemon sensed something was wrong. The fishmen had all run away, so how was he supposed to fight them?

One Loya was enough to overwhelm him, and it also caused him many injuries.

Now, with the addition of the Hope Ship, which is barely comparable to the Gold-tier, and a large number of weak elves, he has even less chance of taking it down.

On the contrary, he himself is more likely to be taken down.

(Author's note: Just wanted to mention that the title of this book will be changed in the next few days to "[Wizard: I Can Infinitely Stack Inscriptions]". I feel the old title didn't fit the content, or rather, the book's focus.)