"Lying down..."
...
cliff.
A pure and innocent young girl, dressed in a light green palace dress, sat on a steep cliff, her two fair and slender legs exposed, like lotus leaves swaying in a gentle breeze.
She gazed silently into the distance, her long hair a deep emerald green, her eyes a vibrant golden hue, and her flawless, exquisite features framed a jewel-like blue scale between her fair brows.
Her pink lips parted slightly, and she hummed an unknown tune, cheerful and joyful, touching everyone who heard it.
A pure and flawless singing voice.
Soothing the bewildered souls of the soldiers,
Gently guide them on their journey back to their hometown.
Holy, pure...
The girl was as pure as a snow lotus rooted on a mountaintop, untouched by the filth of the world.
"call out!!"
A giant skull crashed down, its murderous aura filling the void with a suffocating atmosphere.
With a snap of its jaws, the priest, grieving and battered, led his men out in a disheveled state.
The four demons walked step by step, and suddenly stopped when they were less than ten meters away from the girl.
"His Majesty."
The priest was the first to kneel on the ground.
He was quite nervous, and hot sweat seeped from his cold scalp.
The Sword of Victory... no, that divine artifact was not obtained. Instead, it consumed the divine power that the Demon God had secretly transferred across the boundary. In terms of the loss of resources, it exceeded expectations.
He held a noble status among the demons, but he also feared the extremely cruel and ruthless methods used by the Azure Scale Demon King to punish his subordinates, which made even this cold-blooded creature tremble.
"Your Excellency, why are you so apprehensive?"
The girl said calmly, staring into the distance, her emerald-gold snake eyes reflecting a silent battlefield.
"Your Majesty, I have botched the task assigned to me. I beg Your Majesty to punish me severely."
The priest spoke with composure, though his body trembled slightly.
His gaze fell upon the billowing dust at the foot of the mountain, the battlefield where one side was crushing the other.
The serpent demon with double blades at his waist, leading his demonic retinue loyal to the Lamia clan, is cleaning up the battlefield.
Tens of thousands of stone statues were scattered throughout every corner of the battlefield, turning both men and horses into petrified sculptures.
Some carried magic flintlock pistols and roared; others were thrown about, their golden armor losing its luster; still others fled in terror, their faces clearly showing fear.
A large force of three thousand heavy cavalrymen, who had come to provide support with great momentum, were intercepted by the demons in this unfavorable battlefield environment. Not to mention, the Azure Scale Demon King himself was also present on the battlefield.
Once the domain was opened, its demonic power was overwhelming.
This well-equipped cavalry, along with a superhuman, perished on the battlefield, without even having the chance to send out intelligence.
"You did a good job in this battle and deserve praise."
The girl did not turn her head. In her hand, a golden beetle lay quietly (out of fear) on her warm, soft palm.
Golden treasures, golden beetles.
She has a secret auxiliary technique called "Turning Stone into Gold," which is only effective on extraordinary individuals. It allows the petrifying power to penetrate the opponent's body and instantly transform it into gold imbued with magical power. For a short period of time, any healing effects are ineffective, and the petrified material can be cut off and sold as gold.
"call out!"
Just as the four demons breathed a sigh of relief, the world suddenly turned white!
The sword energy soared into the sky, like a dazzling Milky Way stretching across the heavens, washing away everything!
The Azure Scale Demon King pursed her lips slightly, lifted her palace skirt, and rose gracefully.
Witnessing this astonishing sword strike, her face paled slightly, and even her emerald-gold snake eyes felt a sharp pain as if they had been stabbed.
"A great era is coming."
...
Unicorn Sea.
As night fell, the sea, which had been filled with deathly silence, began to ripple with waves blessed by the moonlight.
Seven pirate ships, aided by magic, broke through the surf and headed towards their destination.
On the lead pirate ship, the captain wore a pirate hat, a symbolic sword at his waist, and his deep gaze was fixed on the horizon.
He was tall and muscular, a typical image of a Nordic giant.
He wore a black eye patch over one eye, and was smoking a cigar he had looted from a merchant ship a few days ago. He lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled clouds of smoke—a seasoned smoker.
"Captain, it's so late, you should go and rest."
The first mate, who was serving nearby, took a small drag of the swirling smoke, a look of ecstasy on his face, and offered his advice.
"Oh, my first mate, don't you think the moonlight is beautiful?"
"I'm really enjoying it," the captain said, raising his pipe and aiming at the elegant night sky.
The first mate looked up at the pitch-black night, where there wasn't even a star, and his lips twitched involuntarily.
This ridiculously powerful man calls himself an artist; being a pirate is just one of his side jobs.
I just got a violin a few days ago, and it sounds like I'm sawing wood. My subordinates have to clap and applaud. The sound of the strings being pulled goes on every night, seriously affecting their sleep.
"Ah, what an elegant and free sea breeze, what a dreamy and sweet night, praise the goddess of the night~ let me admire this gentle white moonlight one more time."
Captain Jack put down his cigar, shouted, and became absorbed in his own world, leaving the first mate rather helpless.
At the start, he seized a ship and fled into the sea to develop his strength stealthily. He then launched a surprise attack on a trade route bay to expand his power, earning the nickname "Little Cannon of the Sea" (a title that circulated among noblewomen).
As for this pirate crew, it was naturally led by the great Captain Jack Sparrow.
"By the way, how's the person we pulled out of the water?"
Having made a wicked joke, the Pirate King returned to the main topic and asked.
Upon hearing this, the first mate was startled and said, "Captain, he hasn't woken up yet. He keeps shouting 'Enemy attack...trap...really dead...' These unfamiliar words were translated by a diplomat at the port last time."
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