DKIE CH70: Heart

Magical elements filled the field of vision.

High in the sky, the old monster who had been guarding the Boulder City for who knows how many years also lifted its drooping eyelids and looked far into the distance.

In the distance was a desolate land where almost no signs of life could be felt.

On the mountaintop above the clouds, the climate was extremely cold.

The woman had a sword hanging from her waist and wore a pure white mask that blurred her features. She faced the Elf King from a distance.

With a flick of her thumb, the longsword was unsheathed by half an inch, and the sword’s light illuminated the heavens and the earth for a moment.

The Elf King simultaneously transformed his magic into an arrow and shot it out.

The woman on the opposite side merely raised her plain hand and condensed a barrier with cold air.

The arrow and the barrier restrained and rubbed against each other. In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

However, this was just a starting move, and not much magic had been integrated into it.

The first move, both sides were just probing.

The extreme whiteness deprived the Elf King of his vision for a moment, and even the tips of his platinum-gold hair were coated with a layer of frost. The green light spots he was constantly gathering were dispelling this deprivation.

Gazing coldly at the woman opposite him, the Elf King suddenly uttered three unexpected words:

“Who are you?”

The woman’s body had a strange temporal contradiction, as if she were both powerful and weak. This was a peerless expert, but it was definitely not the aura a Saintess should have.

The voice that answered him was very gentle.

“You only asked to duel with the Saintess. The Holy Court has not broken its promise.”

But as she spoke, she frowned inadvertently.

When the other party had just asked who she was, her other hand was still fiddling with something at her waist. Although it was only for a moment, in a duel, it revealed a bit of carelessness.

The signal was different from ordinary magic. The woman immediately began to chant a spell and set up more barriers.

The edges of every snowflake in the sky were integrated with magic, and the entire world formed a transparent cage, like an early firewall, but it was defending against a signal source.

…

Frozen for a thousand miles.

On the main road between the Land of Exile and the Boulder City, the reporter Barry was relying on a special magical tool provided by the dragon race to conceal his aura.

Although he was far enough away, without equipment, he still faced the risk of being discovered by the divine sense of a strong person.

The terminal rang.

The war correspondent Barry nervously took it out.

[Elf King: (Smile)]

Barry took a light breath.

His Highness Iliad had once instructed him that if he received a smiley face emoji from the Elf King, he should choose the first version of the news manuscript.

Knowing that it was impossible for the reporter to watch the real battle process, Luka had already predicted the general trend in advance and let Barry read the news manuscript in a timely manner, combined with the fighting special effects in the sky.

After adjusting the equipment, Barry waited anxiously for the connection.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the connection was established.

The temperature was too low. Barry held his breath and tried to control his voice as much as possible, “Good evening, friends.”

When he inadvertently discovered that he could see the number of online viewers below, Barry immediately gasped.

Two hundred million.

Counting the number of terminals in the internet cafes, didn’t that mean that as long as there was a terminal, the entire nation was online!

“I am currently less than six hundred kilometers away from the battle in the Land of Exile. As you can see, the entire area has turned into a vast expanse of white due to the battle…”

The actual number of viewers was tens of times more than what Barry saw.

The number of customers at the entrance of the internet cafe was like the snow in this vast snowy plain. Almost a group of people were surrounding one terminal.

“Today’s News” had actually been broadcasting for ten minutes.

The previous few news items were still about the dispute between the Red Banyan City Lord and Prince Norton, followed by some adjustments to the regional policies in the Demon Domain this year.

Some viewers were greatly disappointed and were about to leave.

Just as the remaining audience was hesitating whether to wait, the demon host suddenly made a connection.

It’s really there! It’s really there!!

Just as the audience held their breath, they heard Barry, after a simple introduction, get straight to the point.

“The duel began ten minutes ago. The latest news is that both sides have responded to the challenge as promised, but just now, I heard a special sword cry! It is suspected to be the Mirror Sword.”

The Mirror Sword was the sword of the most outstanding Saintess in the history of the Holy Court. It was very famous. It was said that when the sword was drawn, the longsword could reflect the heavens and the earth.

The blue sky would turn into a transparent mirror.

“What, the Mirror Sword?!”

How is that possible?

Most of the audience stood up regardless of the time and place.

The eyes of the several great princes and crown princes of the demon race never left the news. Even Princess Mary, who regarded Luka as a plague, had specially ordered her subordinates to find a terminal beforehand.

“The Mirror Sword…” Princess Mary said with an uncertain smile, “That dead woman is playing tricks again.”

The sword of this generation’s Saintess was clearly the Sun Sword. A treasured sword had a spirit. During a life-and-death duel, no normal person would easily change their sword.

She almost immediately thought of a possibility.

This possibility also appeared in the minds of some big shots—

This Saintess was not that Saintess.

Under the Life Tree, it was no secret that one of the most outstanding Saintesses in the history of the Holy Court was sealed.

She was also a Saintess, so it was not a breach of contract for her to fight in place of the Saintess. It was an even more cost-effective deal to exchange a peerless expert who was already on the verge of death for the serious injury or tragic death of a king of a clan.

Once the Elf King died, the Holy Court could seize the opportunity to launch an attack on the elf race.

They were still just suspicious, but Dylan, who had just returned to the human domain with the exchange group, was almost certain.

The matter of the strong person sealed under the Life Tree was something she had personally told Luka not long ago. This was also an absolute trump card for the Holy Court to check and balance the Saint.

“How long has it been?”

The other party could launch a precise retaliatory strike.

Dylan turned around, her shoulders starting to tremble slightly again, revealing her signature smile. At this rate, Luka would soon be able to have a separate page in his book, and she would be in it.

The common people lacked daily news, so their reactions were naturally half a beat slower than these conspirators.

However, they also soon realized something. Their minds were buzzing, and their eyeballs were almost glued to the screen.

…

While the number of viewers in the news live stream was exploding, the sky in the Land of Exile became even brighter.

The sword’s light shone, and there was no sign of nightfall at all.

In just a few rounds, sword and magic, spells and sealing techniques, death and life were intertwined.

The green light spots rising around the Elf King were like a turbulent forest sea, constantly grinding away and devouring this white expanse.

Below the woman was a mountaintop. She was as graceful as a celestial being, wielding her sword to meet the challenge.

The extreme cold and the green light spots of life devoured each other in mid-air. The Elf King was forced back three points by the cold air.

“With your strength, in any era, you could be considered number one in the world.” The woman calmly cast a spell. “Unfortunately, you met me.”

It wasn’t that her strength absolutely suppressed the other party, but rather the final burst of light before death after the seal was lifted allowed her to act without any scruples.

What forbidden spells that injured the enemy a thousand and oneself eight hundred were even more of a sharp weapon in her hands.

The woman said in a detached and compassionate tone, “But for more of the inside story, you’ll only find out in your grave.”

As long as she could trap the target in a time-stop formation for three seconds, unable to move, she could self-destruct.

It felt pretty good to be able to take a king of a clan with her to her grave.

“My soul will live on with the Life Tree forever.”

The woman’s lips curled up slightly.

However, at this moment, the Elf King shook his head. “The Holy Court doesn’t play by the rules, so I don’t have to either.”

His overly calm expression gave the woman an inexplicable premonition of something bad.

“Thanks to a dear friend, I have never fought such a well-prepared battle.”

As his voice fell, he flipped his palm.

In mid-air, all sorts of strange objects instantly appeared.

Jade pendants, stones, treasure necklaces… all sorts of miscellaneous things gathered like a small mountain.

Not weapons.

The woman quickly made a judgment. The jade pendants and stones all had totems on them, more like some kind of token.

Just as she was observing warily, different auras emanated from these miscellaneous items, one stronger than the next. Then, the roar of a dragon, the roar of a tiger, the neigh of a centaur, all merged into an unprecedentedly majestic momentum.

One after another, figures rose like green smoke, and the terrifying pressure that erupted was felt even in the Boulder City thousands of miles away.

A brown mist was the first to take human form. He wore a black robe, carried a bow and arrow on his back, his face was cold, and his eyes were filled with a cold and gloomy air.

After that, more smoke took human form.

The person next to the man with the bow and arrow looked much more simple. He had no weapon in his hands, but the horns on his forehead were extremely sharp.

The person next to him wore a crown, graceful and luxurious, seemingly the king of some other race.

And behind them, there were nearly a hundred more figures.

“Dark elf, Beastman King…”

The woman identified a few of them.

No, to be precise, it was the former dark elf and Beastman King. These were their ancestral souls, and there were also centaurs, abyss demon beasts, sea monsters, blood kin… Seeing the last one, the woman directly lifted her cloak, confirming that she had not seen wrong.

How could there even be a griffin?!

On the field, some old acquaintances from the same era began to greet each other.

“You beast are here too! Galen, we fought for a lifetime, I didn’t expect to see you again in this situation.”

“Sigh, unfilial descendants. They burned incense to inform me that they were going to exchange me for some one percent of the network construction dividends.”

“Haha, I got one and a half percent.”

“Damn!”

“How come there’s a siren over there? It feels like it just died not long ago.”

“Greetings, seniors. My clan is relatively weak. A wisp of soul can only be preserved for two hundred years, so we are in the self-destruct group. …Come on, the self-destruct group gathers here!”

Griffins, mermen, giant lizards, and others found their organization and all gathered together.

The scene was as chaotic as a tea party.

“I was personally invited by the Saint. He promised to help my clan in times of crisis in the future.”

“The other self-destruct groups seem to have negotiated a price of three thousand demon stones per square meter of explosion.”

The Elf King stood quietly to the side.

The ancestors or powerful figures of most races would leave a wisp of their soul to protect their clan.

As long as the benefits were sufficient, even the dark elves, who were at odds with the light elves, could be exchanged for their ancestors!

In the sky, the various ancestral groups gathered together, their auras so strong that they could circle the mountainside three and a half times. The cold air in the world seemed less cold because of this dense crowd.

The woman stood opposite them, aloof and independent, actually looking a little lonely and helpless.

Her fate was truly bitter.

The Elf King added, “My dear friend named this plan ‘Come out, ancestors.'”

At the network construction conference, Luka directly asked the various races for a certain terrifying weapon.

In fact, this devastating weapon referred to the wisp of divine sense left by the ancestors of the various races. He wanted to use the souls of the dead to overturn a major trump card of the Holy Court.

A group of already dead great powers chatted animatedly.

Anyway, they had already bid farewell to the continent. To be able to see the world one last time, and in this way, they had to say, it was still very exciting.

There was only one person present who felt no excitement at all.

The woman who was previously sure of victory finally reacted and looked at the Elf King sharply. “You cheated!”

The Holy Court only changed people, but the other party brought a hundred and eight ancestors.

Is this reasonable?!

With more than a hundred wisps of divine sense blocking the way, the Elf King strolled leisurely back tens of thousands of meters and stood suspended in the air.

One after another, feathered clothes were put on.

If Luka was piled up into an iron tower with layers of armor when he was attacked, then today’s Elf King was like being wrapped in a quilt.

Without any delay, the self-destruct unit composed of thirteen divine senses launched an attack first, forming a huge encirclement.

The woman looked around. Above, below, left, and right were the faces of eighteen generations of ancestors.

There were also some coming up from the ground.

“Hehehehe…”

Divine sense was a consumable item in itself. They were even more unafraid of death than she was, and they even laughed during the explosion.

“It feels pretty good to be able to take a former peerless expert with me to my grave.”

The same old lines came from underground.

The nearby mountains collapsed and the ground cracked. The woman could only swing her sword to create a wave of sword light, forcefully resisting the power of the explosion.

Amidst the deafening sound, the woman successfully resisted it.

But she was not proud!

The originally snow-white cloak was lifted by the hurricane and was blasted into a withered yellow color. Her arm was injured, and there was even a gap in the sword’s body.

And on the opposite side, the Elf King’s clothes were only slightly dirty.

The woman’s beautiful eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, showed obvious anger.

“Bastard!”

The Elf King was unmoved, confirming that the aura of decay on the other party was beginning to intensify.

After the self-destruct group, the attack group launched a seamless follow-up attack.

The first-generation dark elf king and the old beastman ancestor were the true top combat forces, leading nearly a hundred wisps of divine sense to each display their strengths.

Everyone’s positioning was different, and they had various involvements in close-range and long-range combat.

The sword light in the woman’s hand overlapped like waves, infinitely amplifying the sword’s own magic resistance.

“Your elf clan acts so treacherously, fighting with numbers. One day, my Holy Court will trample your elf clan and fill the island with blood.”

Halfway through her harsh words, her gaze suddenly moved.

A golden arrow pierced through the air.

The Elf King said lightly, “This is what you call fighting with numbers.”

Previously, he had been watching the fire from the other side of the river, which was really giving the other party too much face.

The mirror in the sky was broken, like floating ice with cracks appearing in a lake. It was only a matter of time before it truly shattered.

The reporter Barry, hundreds of miles away, had advanced fifty kilometers at the risk of his life.

“The roar of the beastmen, the song of the sirens, the unique fire charge of the centaurs…”

It was clearly the magic of different races.

“Everything is as His Highness Iliad predicted.”

Barry waited patiently. According to His Highness, even a matter of great importance could not make “Today’s News” broadcast only one thing a day.

So this news live stream would connect twice in total. The last connection had already ended, and there was still a quarter of an hour until the next one.

The terminal floating in mid-air had already been aimed. A quarter of an hour later, the connection started on time again.

“Good evening, friends.”

Barry’s broadcasting was becoming more and more professional. Through his expression and slight increase in speed, he made the audience nervous.

“The battle has changed again!”

“The Dark Elf King, the Beastman King, and many other great magicians have come to help. I believe that everyone in front of the screen can still hear the iconic beast roars that have not yet dissipated…”

Two sentences, and the audience of all races who were watching the news were completely stunned.

“…It’s fake, right?”

The two races that were most at odds with the elf clan went to help. How is that possible!

It was too ridiculous. When they were suspicious, they lost their confidence.

Some of the audience who knew the high-level dark elves and the Beastman King all sent messages to verify.

In fact, the two clans themselves were also stunned. Their kings had received an invitation to a meeting in the Demon Domain a few days ago. How could they go and help the Elf King in a duel?

Since the king was not in the clan at the moment, no one could give an accurate answer.

In just a short while, the messages in the community were refreshed like crazy.

[It’s ninety-nine percent true! I haven’t seen a single dark elf jump out to refute it yet!]

[The news said ‘and many others’, so there are still more helpers?]

[Urgent, urgent, please tell me the truth.]

[Impossible! Absolutely impossible! If there were so many peerless experts, their auras couldn’t be hidden. The Saintess would have discovered them before arriving at the dueling ground.]

Barry was still giving a frontline battle report: “The hidden story behind the arrival of the helpers is actually—”

The audience in front of the screen even forgot to breathe.

One second, two seconds, three seconds… the screen froze.

It wasn’t the connected reporter selling a cliffhanger, but a lag.

There were too many online viewers, and the comments under the community’s official account were exploding every second. The number of netizens posting statuses at the same time was countless.

In some places far from the Wisdom Tree, the signal would inevitably become weaker.

The reporter remained in the position of having his mouth open. In the center of the screen, however, there was a Q-version of a little person with an insidious smile, pushing a heavy stone forward slowly.

Around the stone, three words were rolling: Loading.

The netizens with sharp eyes noticed that the little person in the center of the screen looked more and more familiar. “Wait, isn’t that the fake young master from the movie?”

It was clearly drawn based on the fake young master.

“Damn, he was also the one who stole the fire seed in ‘Strange Tales of a Traveler’!”

Luka had been very busy recently and didn’t have much time to study the magic framework. The platform had only added a simple little animation.

When it lagged, the image evolved by the quill pen would replace the daily loading symbol and act as a perfect stumbling block.

The quill pen was haunting, and the audience’s resentment exploded!

Killing intent, frustration… overwhelming waves of resentment surged, and the real desire to rush into the screen and beat up the little person was soaring.

Not long ago, he had just found a place to stay in the Boulder City. The quill pen raised an eyebrow. “Where did so much spiritual food come from?”

Has the Nth continental war broken out?

The dragon race was out on business. For the time being, there were only two figures in the room.

Luka propped his chin on his hand and looked out the window at the falling snow with a smile. “Borrowing arrows with thatched boats. What we don’t have, we naturally have to borrow from others.”

So it was with the ancestors.

The same was true for the negative emotions the quill pen needed.

Excerpt from Luka’s diary:

Overnight retaliation√
How dare you feed me pre-made dishes, this is the price!
Alex: There wasn’t even beast milk in the food that day. They know too little about you.
How dare you stir up trouble without putting people in your heart, you should be punished.
Luka: …I’ll block you.
Note: For details on the strong person sealed under the Life Tree, please see Chapter 64~
A beautiful Saturday, randomly dropping a hundred small red packets~

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