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# This is War!
"What, the Winged Human Race?!"
The twenty-second floor, the very top of the Kasbata High Tower where the Elf Council was located.
Because it was completely open-air, the overly brilliant Sunlight poured into every corner.
However, the Temperature Inside the Court was not as scorching as imagined, remaining at a comfortable level, with cool breezes blowing through from time to time.
The area here was vast, with six-tiered stone platform seats on both sides. Each Position was occupied by a Spirit wearing a green Cape, whose Age Gap was completely indistinguishable from their appearance.
At this moment, an Elf Race member wearing a yellow Cape knelt on the Open Ground, urgently emphasizing to Chairman Tilyuk, who stood behind the central Rostrum.
"Yes, Captain Yajier, who first encountered the enemy, did indeed say that many figures of the Winged Human Race appeared in the Barbarian Fleet's Team!"
"But how is that possible? Although the Winged Human Race's disgust towards the Barbarians is not as strong as ours, they have refused contact with the Barbarians for thousands of years, just like us!"
An Elf Councilor on the left Stairs stood Up and shouted loudly.
"Enough!"
Another Spirit sitting on the right Stairs stood Up and shouted, "What's the use of saying this now? Whatever the reason, won't we know once we defeat them all?"
Seeing this, the previous Elf Councilor dared not say more.
Because this was no ordinary Council Member, but Governor Aisimaieru, one of the three Governors including the Council President, and also the Governor with the worst temper.
Aismayiru ignored him and turned to Chairman Tilyuk with a Suggestion.
"Council President, since the Winged Human Race has appeared among the Barbarians, the outer Patrol Fleet likely won't last long. I hope to lead the Council Guard to intercept them!"
Council President Tilyuk naturally had no reason to refuse: "Alright, then I'll leave the front line to you!"
"It is only right!"
Bright green Radiance appeared on Aismayiru's Body. With a cold Expression and surrounded by surging Gales, he shot straight into the Sky like a Rocket with imposing Aura.
At the same time.
Among the Council Members, about forty also summoned the Power of the Wind Spirit and followed closely.
They were Aismayiru's followers, belonging to the Iron-Blooded Faction, the most arrogant among the Elf Race and the most disgusted with Humans.
Every year, they would Suggest or Support waging War against the Barbarian Kingdom, completely destroying those Barbarians who believed in 'Demon'.
Therefore, the Combat Power of these Elf Council Members from Governor Aisimaieru's faction could also be said to be the Strongest.
They were not interested in art and Knowledge they deemed useless, only enthusiastic about Cultivation Swordsmanship and practicing Combat Magic.
However, it was fortunate that the Elf Council Members who disliked War always held the majority.
So every Vote was unsuccessful.
But now...
The Council Members remaining in the Meeting Hall exchanged glances, their Gaze carrying more or less Worry. The Barbarians actively attacking meant that the War between the two sides could no longer be stopped.
And War meant death!
They had long Lifespan and Bodies that maintained youth.
In terms of Supplies, they loved to eat Melons and Fruits and Vegetables. Although they lived in the Desert, thanks to Ancient Magic, they never lacked Food, and their Living Conditions were quite comfortable.
The Population was not very large either, as the Elf Race could only reproduce after their Bodies were fully mature, which was after reaching sixty years old.
And generally, they could only have one child. If they could have a second, it was truly worth gathering neighbors for a celebration party.
So, they really didn't want to fight!
But how dare these Barbarians come and Attack? The Winged Human Race even participated in it. Are they seeking death?
Although these Spirits disliked fighting and did not wish for Combat to occur, they clearly understood that sufficient Military force was needed to protect themselves and enjoy their good Life.
Therefore, they fully utilized the Advantage of their long Lifespan, investing a large amount of Energy into researching Technology and Ancient Magic.
So while the Barbarians were still using Sail Wooden Ships, they were already using Steel Battleship and Large Caliber Naval Guns.
They also engraved the 'Reflect' Magic onto them using Incantations, and used more Wind Stones as Power Source, which made the Battleships' Flight Speed and high Speed far exceed the Barbarians' Magic Warships.
It could be said that one Elf Battleship was enough to fight five or six Barbarian Battleships. If operated well, it could even defeat more Barbarian Battleships.
They even had large amounts of 'Fire Stone' Inventory!
So it could be said that the Elf Race truly achieved 'having a Sword but not using it'. Although they had the Ability to wage War with all Human Nations, they just stayed peacefully in the Sahara Desert.
This was also the reason why Humans, despite intensely disliking Spirits, dared not take any actual action for thousands of years.
Because they simply couldn't defeat them.
So they could only constantly demonize and vilify the Elf Race, causing Humans today to have a few more points of Fear towards Spirits, because in Legend, Spirits were depicted as incredibly Evil and Bloodthirst figures.
In the Canon.
When Tiffania, a Half-Elf Tribe member, first publicly revealed her Identity and showed her long, pointed ears in the classroom of Tristain Academy of Magic.
Even Professor Shubruss, a Third-Level Mage with the Epithet 'Red Line', was so scared that she collapsed onto the ground, her face full of Panic.
The Students were even more panicked, hiding under their desks one after another.
This was the relationship between Humans and the Elf Race in This World.
"Hmph, since the Barbarians made the first move, let's fight. They seem to have forgotten the Strength of our Elf Race. Council President, I Suggest opening the Fire Stone Depot, taking stock of how much Inventory we have, and being ready to deploy to the Battlefield at any time!"
After a moment of silence, a certain Elf Councilor said coldly.
"Mm."
Council President Tilyuk on the Rostrum nodded expressionlessly. Even in his usually gentle Personality, Anger flowed in his Gaze.
At the same time.
Above a certain Oasis on the outermost Edge of the Elf Kingdom.
Propeller Fighter Jets and Elf Knights riding Wind Dragons were locked in Fierce Battle, with shattered Fighter Aircraft or bleeding Wind Dragons occasionally seen wailing and falling.
The former made the biggest Commotion upon landing, erupting in balls of Flame one after another.
Elf Masters, their entire Bodies surrounded by Gales, controlled numerous Flying Swords emitting green Light, engaging in non-stop Fierce Battle with Air Force Majors who had wings or transformed into Large Avians or Insects.
However.
The Combat Prowess of the latter was clearly much higher than the former.
Although these Elf Warriors also practiced frequently, they had not encountered War for thousands of years, and their Living Environment was very peaceful.
Some Sword Techniques, Magic, and Theoretical Knowledge practiced normally might not necessarily be used well when truly facing a life-and-death struggle.
But the Air Force Majors were different.
They were all from Marine Headquarters before, often fighting desperately with Pirates on the Sea. Those who could survive until now could be said to possess both Ability and Luck.
It was just that now that they had become the Air Force, the Battlefield had changed from the Great Sea to the Sky.
Moreover, the Other World Conquest and various policies of the World Government in recent years had not only allowed them to master various Breathing Styles and various Extraordinary Martial Arts, but their Equipment had also been significantly upgraded.
The Blades in their hands, in the past, were all of the Good Sharp Blade Grade. Some people with more Military Merit had even exchanged for Ministerial Arms from the Imperial Arms World.
Under their Clothing, they were also wearing the 'Kabane Close-Fitting Battle Suit', which was impervious to Weapons.
Even in their Coat pockets, they had prepared various emergency Pills and Small Firearms.
In this Situation.
After a short period of engagement and adapting to the various Magic Effects of the Spirits, cold smiles began to appear on their faces.
Although they temporarily had no Method against the Battleships with 'Reflect' Barriers, these Elf Knights' Wind Spheres couldn't block their full-force attacks.
"Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash!"
An Air Force Major with pure white wings behind him suddenly transformed into a streak of golden Electric Flash, instantly cutting the Elf Knight behind him, along with the Wind Sphere around him and the Wind Dragon beneath him, in half.
"Although the higher-ups told us to go easy and try to capture them alive, you don't seem weak. Whether you survive depends on your own fate!"
"After all, this is War, Spirits of the Otherworld..."
(End of this chapter)
"What, the Winged Human Race?!"
The twenty-second floor, the very top of the Kasbata High Tower where the Elf Council was located.
Because it was completely open-air, the overly brilliant Sunlight poured into every corner.
However, the Temperature Inside the Court was not as scorching as imagined, remaining at a comfortable level, with cool breezes blowing through from time to time.
The area here was vast, with six-tiered stone platform seats on both sides. Each Position was occupied by a Spirit wearing a green Cape, whose Age Gap was completely indistinguishable from their appearance.
At this moment, an Elf Race member wearing a yellow Cape knelt on the Open Ground, urgently emphasizing to Chairman Tilyuk, who stood behind the central Rostrum.
"Yes, Captain Yajier, who first encountered the enemy, did indeed say that many figures of the Winged Human Race appeared in the Barbarian Fleet's Team!"
"But how is that possible? Although the Winged Human Race's disgust towards the Barbarians is not as strong as ours, they have refused contact with the Barbarians for thousands of years, just like us!"
An Elf Councilor on the left Stairs stood Up and shouted loudly.
"Enough!"
Another Spirit sitting on the right Stairs stood Up and shouted, "What's the use of saying this now? Whatever the reason, won't we know once we defeat them all?"
Seeing this, the previous Elf Councilor dared not say more.
Because this was no ordinary Council Member, but Governor Aisimaieru, one of the three Governors including the Council President, and also the Governor with the worst temper.
Aismayiru ignored him and turned to Chairman Tilyuk with a Suggestion.
"Council President, since the Winged Human Race has appeared among the Barbarians, the outer Patrol Fleet likely won't last long. I hope to lead the Council Guard to intercept them!"
Council President Tilyuk naturally had no reason to refuse: "Alright, then I'll leave the front line to you!"
"It is only right!"
Bright green Radiance appeared on Aismayiru's Body. With a cold Expression and surrounded by surging Gales, he shot straight into the Sky like a Rocket with imposing Aura.
At the same time.
Among the Council Members, about forty also summoned the Power of the Wind Spirit and followed closely.
They were Aismayiru's followers, belonging to the Iron-Blooded Faction, the most arrogant among the Elf Race and the most disgusted with Humans.
Every year, they would Suggest or Support waging War against the Barbarian Kingdom, completely destroying those Barbarians who believed in 'Demon'.
Therefore, the Combat Power of these Elf Council Members from Governor Aisimaieru's faction could also be said to be the Strongest.
They were not interested in art and Knowledge they deemed useless, only enthusiastic about Cultivation Swordsmanship and practicing Combat Magic.
However, it was fortunate that the Elf Council Members who disliked War always held the majority.
So every Vote was unsuccessful.
But now...
The Council Members remaining in the Meeting Hall exchanged glances, their Gaze carrying more or less Worry. The Barbarians actively attacking meant that the War between the two sides could no longer be stopped.
And War meant death!
They had long Lifespan and Bodies that maintained youth.
In terms of Supplies, they loved to eat Melons and Fruits and Vegetables. Although they lived in the Desert, thanks to Ancient Magic, they never lacked Food, and their Living Conditions were quite comfortable.
The Population was not very large either, as the Elf Race could only reproduce after their Bodies were fully mature, which was after reaching sixty years old.
And generally, they could only have one child. If they could have a second, it was truly worth gathering neighbors for a celebration party.
So, they really didn't want to fight!
But how dare these Barbarians come and Attack? The Winged Human Race even participated in it. Are they seeking death?
Although these Spirits disliked fighting and did not wish for Combat to occur, they clearly understood that sufficient Military force was needed to protect themselves and enjoy their good Life.
Therefore, they fully utilized the Advantage of their long Lifespan, investing a large amount of Energy into researching Technology and Ancient Magic.
So while the Barbarians were still using Sail Wooden Ships, they were already using Steel Battleship and Large Caliber Naval Guns.
They also engraved the 'Reflect' Magic onto them using Incantations, and used more Wind Stones as Power Source, which made the Battleships' Flight Speed and high Speed far exceed the Barbarians' Magic Warships.
It could be said that one Elf Battleship was enough to fight five or six Barbarian Battleships. If operated well, it could even defeat more Barbarian Battleships.
They even had large amounts of 'Fire Stone' Inventory!
So it could be said that the Elf Race truly achieved 'having a Sword but not using it'. Although they had the Ability to wage War with all Human Nations, they just stayed peacefully in the Sahara Desert.
This was also the reason why Humans, despite intensely disliking Spirits, dared not take any actual action for thousands of years.
Because they simply couldn't defeat them.
So they could only constantly demonize and vilify the Elf Race, causing Humans today to have a few more points of Fear towards Spirits, because in Legend, Spirits were depicted as incredibly Evil and Bloodthirst figures.
In the Canon.
When Tiffania, a Half-Elf Tribe member, first publicly revealed her Identity and showed her long, pointed ears in the classroom of Tristain Academy of Magic.
Even Professor Shubruss, a Third-Level Mage with the Epithet 'Red Line', was so scared that she collapsed onto the ground, her face full of Panic.
The Students were even more panicked, hiding under their desks one after another.
This was the relationship between Humans and the Elf Race in This World.
"Hmph, since the Barbarians made the first move, let's fight. They seem to have forgotten the Strength of our Elf Race. Council President, I Suggest opening the Fire Stone Depot, taking stock of how much Inventory we have, and being ready to deploy to the Battlefield at any time!"
After a moment of silence, a certain Elf Councilor said coldly.
"Mm."
Council President Tilyuk on the Rostrum nodded expressionlessly. Even in his usually gentle Personality, Anger flowed in his Gaze.
At the same time.
Above a certain Oasis on the outermost Edge of the Elf Kingdom.
Propeller Fighter Jets and Elf Knights riding Wind Dragons were locked in Fierce Battle, with shattered Fighter Aircraft or bleeding Wind Dragons occasionally seen wailing and falling.
The former made the biggest Commotion upon landing, erupting in balls of Flame one after another.
Elf Masters, their entire Bodies surrounded by Gales, controlled numerous Flying Swords emitting green Light, engaging in non-stop Fierce Battle with Air Force Majors who had wings or transformed into Large Avians or Insects.
However.
The Combat Prowess of the latter was clearly much higher than the former.
Although these Elf Warriors also practiced frequently, they had not encountered War for thousands of years, and their Living Environment was very peaceful.
Some Sword Techniques, Magic, and Theoretical Knowledge practiced normally might not necessarily be used well when truly facing a life-and-death struggle.
But the Air Force Majors were different.
They were all from Marine Headquarters before, often fighting desperately with Pirates on the Sea. Those who could survive until now could be said to possess both Ability and Luck.
It was just that now that they had become the Air Force, the Battlefield had changed from the Great Sea to the Sky.
Moreover, the Other World Conquest and various policies of the World Government in recent years had not only allowed them to master various Breathing Styles and various Extraordinary Martial Arts, but their Equipment had also been significantly upgraded.
The Blades in their hands, in the past, were all of the Good Sharp Blade Grade. Some people with more Military Merit had even exchanged for Ministerial Arms from the Imperial Arms World.
Under their Clothing, they were also wearing the 'Kabane Close-Fitting Battle Suit', which was impervious to Weapons.
Even in their Coat pockets, they had prepared various emergency Pills and Small Firearms.
In this Situation.
After a short period of engagement and adapting to the various Magic Effects of the Spirits, cold smiles began to appear on their faces.
Although they temporarily had no Method against the Battleships with 'Reflect' Barriers, these Elf Knights' Wind Spheres couldn't block their full-force attacks.
"Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash!"
An Air Force Major with pure white wings behind him suddenly transformed into a streak of golden Electric Flash, instantly cutting the Elf Knight behind him, along with the Wind Sphere around him and the Wind Dragon beneath him, in half.
"Although the higher-ups told us to go easy and try to capture them alive, you don't seem weak. Whether you survive depends on your own fate!"
"After all, this is War, Spirits of the Otherworld..."
(End of this chapter)
