Chapter Twenty-Two: A Devastating Victory

This phrase "completely gone" is not an exaggeration, but rather the most accurate description.

Pati was reduced to ashes by the artillery fire, scattered by the shockwave, and dissolved into the air.

If you use a magnifying glass or microscope, you might be able to find traces of Pati residue in some corners.

However, at this point, Pati's immortality is absolutely doomed.

The immortality of a low-level supernatural being like Pati couldn't possibly be too extraordinary.

If Loya is wrong, that's okay.

After all, Pati's combat power is inferior to his, and he can completely seal Pati away at that time.

Without immense power, an immortal body is merely a "plaything" to a true "strong person".

'Believe in me, accept me, and I will grant you eternal life.' Suddenly, a strange, indistinct murmur appeared behind Loya's ears.

The sound was clearly abnormal, yet Loya was captivated by it.

He was about to nod in agreement, but thankfully he realized what he was doing and shut his mouth tightly.

"Tsk, I killed this cannibalistic monster that some inexplicable evil god was in the human world, and now I'm being targeted?" Loya realized.

"I'll figure out how to get rid of you later."

Loya made up his mind.

Five seconds later, the roar abruptly stopped.

Loya withdrew the power of the sorcery inscription array, causing the [Ark of Hope] to cease fire.

"Incomplete, their lifespan is very short."

Loya sighed.

At this moment, after the outbreak, the inscriptions on the ship had dimmed considerably.

Some basic inscriptions were even clearly damaged and rendered useless.

"After the war, we'll do some minor repairs and maintenance so it can be used a few more times."

Loya thought to himself.

The boat of hope is meant to cross the river; it doesn't need to be used permanently.

It's enough to use it for now.

"What astonishing power! Perhaps, with this ship, we can slay a dragon." A young elf stared blankly at the cratered, battered area riddled with cannon fire, where not a single monster remained.

This place is quite large, easily one or two hundred square meters.

If you stay nearby, you can still see the lingering heat and smell the pungent smoke.

"Impossible! Sophia the dragon is a legend, and not just any legend, but a legendary dragon with the power to destroy nations. This level of attack cannot pose a fatal threat to her at all." An old elf poured cold water on the situation, bringing some of the younger elves, unaware of Sophia's power, to their senses. He continued, "I estimate that this is merely a large-scale destructive force at the Gold level, barely comparable to a weak Master-level transcendent being."

Linman handed Raffi to the elven healer and walked over. "The battle is not over yet. There are still enemies in the jungle, and our people are still fighting."

"Now, let's strike and end this war once and for all."

...

"Yes." The elves were all obedient and very conscientious.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh," they quickly left, leaping into the jungle and disappearing from sight.

“Mr. Loya, I hope you can help.” Linman approached Loya with a face full of respect.

There's no way around it; the strong are simply too aloof. Any normal, weak person would instinctively feel awe towards them.

Linman's attitude towards Loya subtly shifted. She could no longer simply view Loya as a collaborator in inscribing runes and modifying the Ark of Hope.

"As allies, it's only natural to help each other." Loya said righteously and solemnly, "I'm going now, and you all need to be careful. After all, we're about to succeed, and it would be such a pity if you fell here."

Loya took a step and covered a distance of tens of meters.

Linman was moved to tears: "Thank you so much, we will try our best to live on."

"Also, I'll be hungry after the battle, so I hope you can prepare plenty of food, magic crystals, and money for me in advance," Loya said without turning his head. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure completely disappeared into the dark forest.

Linman froze; she realized that Loya wanted something in return.

But she quickly recovered: "It's only right, it's only right. With such a powerful fire dragon to help, even if it costs the entire clan's wealth, it shouldn't be a loss."

...

"What happened?"

Zed, who was leading the wolves to kill Vina, looked suspiciously towards the direction where the Ship of Hope was located.

Although the artillery fire was brief, it was witnessed by many creatures in the vicinity. They also sensed a deadly threat from it.

"The big ship seems to be alright?"

"Could this be the elven tribe's trump card?"

"Something seems wrong!"

Zheke began to feel uneasy.

"What happened? My people, are you all alright?" Vina was naturally bewildered as well. She knew perfectly well that her family didn't have that kind of trump card. Otherwise, the elven tribe might have escaped from Emerald Lake Island long ago.

Furthermore, after fighting for so long, Vina was exhausted, and her body was covered in bloody wounds, clearly indicating she was injured. Yet, her fighting prowess was still terrifying. Many werewolves had already perished around her.

This place looks like it's going to turn into a slaughterhouse.

"Monsters, your end is nigh."

From the darkness in the distance, the faint cries of elves could be heard.

To be honest, although Loya wiped out a large number of elite monsters, there are still many weak monsters left.

The number of elves is still far less than that.

However, the elves' morale soared.

Furthermore, elves thrive in the forest; they are all elites, and as long as they are cautious and avoid recklessness, they are not easily killed and can easily eliminate weaker monsters.

"Something's wrong, something's really wrong. Where's the big ship? What happened?" Zheke was very upset; he desperately wanted to know the details.

The unknown brings Zheke unease, and even fear.

"Roar." Suddenly, a bright flame appeared in the distance, raging in the darkness.

"Ah, a monster."

"We can't beat them, we simply can't beat them."

"Run away..."

Immediately following was a chaotic cacophony of panicked roars from monsters.

“This is definitely not an elf, but it seems to be on the same side as the elven tribe. He is very powerful.” Zheke’s expression changed drastically: “This is bad, retreat.”

Zheke screamed and turned to run away.

The surrounding werewolves were all stunned.

They were clearly about to eliminate Vina and completely destroy the hopes of the elven tribe, so why did they retreat?

However, although they did not understand, they instinctively obeyed the will of their chieftain, Zhek, and began to retreat.

"Phew, looks like we won." Vina braced herself against the ground with her greatsword and rested on the spot.

A moment later, Vina drew her greatsword and dashed off into the distance.

Although the werewolf tribe retreated, there are still many monsters left.

This war is not over yet.

It's not time for her to relax yet; she needs to continue fighting.

...

"Young spirit, you are powerless. Recognizing and accepting reality is also a virtue."

On the other side, an old pig-headed man with more than a dozen wooden arrows stuck in his body was engaged in close combat with a sword-wielding elf named Xiou.

Well, while Western Europe may be skilled in archery, that doesn't mean he's not good at swordsmanship.

At most, his archery skills are better than his swordsmanship.

However, archery skills are also more taxing.

Western Europe's magic was nearly exhausted in the previous conflicts.

Now, all he can rely on is his own flesh and blood plus "pure physical strength".

However, the physical bodies of elves are clearly inferior to those of monsters like pig-headed men.

"Bang bang bang," after several rounds of collisions, Xi'ou was sent flying and crashed into a tree seven meters away.

"Pfft." Xi'ou spat out a mouthful of blood. He trembled and tried to stand up to continue fighting.

The old, pig-headed man charged forward, stomping his foot on Western Europe's chest. He said, "I will put you on the table of the great dragon, so that you may experience the highest glory. And I will surely gain the great dragon's favor."

Western Europe gritted his teeth, his face filled with resentment. He didn't want to become food. He didn't want to die.

But even after death, it still can devour.

Western Europe was in despair.

Now, it seems no elf can save him.

Because everyone has their own enemies, they simply don't have time to spare.

With a series of sharp cracks, the old pig-headed man bent down and twisted off Western Europe's limbs, rendering Western Europe completely powerless to resist.

He casually scooped up Xi'ou and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

Suddenly, the old pig-headed man sensed that the air had changed color.

Then, a huge, burning red lotus rushed in from afar.

Innate bloodline skill: [Heat Breath].

Loya fired a shot casually, piercing the old pig-headed man's chest.

This guy didn't have Patti's immortality; he instantly collapsed to the ground.

"I am dead too. The pig-headed tribe is doomed to complete decline." The old pig-headed man opened his mouth, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Tsk, there are so many ugly monsters, but thankfully they're all weak. They also seem to be retreating. Looks like this bloody battle is about to end." Loya roared past, heading into the distance.

He didn't even glance at the old pig-headed man a second time, because he had killed far too many monsters. Such a weakling didn't deserve his special attention.

As for the half-dead elf of Western Europe, he did not receive any commentary.

Loya is very busy, and sometimes he can be quite arrogant.

He doesn't care much about the weak.

"He actually saved me." Theo watched Loya's departing figure with mixed feelings.

...

Soon, the sky gradually brightened, and the storm, as if sensing something, slowly subsided. The sounds of fighting, once dense, became sparse until they disappeared completely.

The enemy monsters left behind a large number of corpses, scattered randomly in the nearby jungle.

The elven tribes also lost many of their people.

Even the body was gone.

It was eaten by a monster, or it was taken away by a monster.

The surviving elves were all badly wounded.

This ending looks tragic.

The once beautiful jungle was also ruined and turned ugly by this battle.

However, the restorative power of nature is extraordinary, and perhaps in less than a week, this jungle will be back to normal.

Even the flesh and blood left behind by extraordinary creatures will turn into fertilizer, making this jungle even more lush and vibrant.