Destroy the naked

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Rick had forgotten when it all began. Six? Seven? But he still remembered the first day he saw her
.

Just as the teacher told him he was to sit next to her, she walked in. The morning sunlight streamed through the window
, and she walked towards him, bathed in its glow. Rick stared at her, unmoving—her eyes, her
lips , her dark hair.

She quickly noticed his intense gaze, and in that fleeting moment of eye contact, a look flashed in her eyes
that Rick still couldn't understand. As if in protest, she turned her head away, pretending not
to see him. The sunlight shone on her face, and in that instant, in Rick's eyes, her face—no, her entire being—
radiated a dazzling light. And in that instant, Rick felt a voice within him saying: This is
the love of my life.

They quickly became inseparable friends. She told him she wouldn't marry and wanted to be a strong woman; he told her
he wanted to pursue true freedom; she said one must be magnanimous; he said there are always shortcuts to success. When
they disagreed, she always acted
like the protagonist in "My Savage Woman," one of the four great classical novels of the Empire. Rick didn't feel pain from her punches; on the contrary, it was their
only open physical contact in this feudal era.

Yet their unusually intimate actions still attracted attention. Gossip haunted the season like ghosts
. Gradually, they stopped speaking to each other. Rick still doesn't understand what drove
them further apart. God had bound them together, made them grow up together. They were physically close, but their hearts were growing
further apart.

Of course, Rick didn't want to change anything. In his final years at the academy, Rick tried to hold onto
the only person he cared about in his life, but fate took him away from the Empire, the land where he and she had grown up together…

The ground trembled, and Rick knew it was a large-scale
cover , to prevent the Kumar from discerning the direction of their main attack.

The war between the elven allied forces and the Kumar Empire, which had been raging for 27 days, had reached a critical moment.
Three days ago , when Rick and his group set off, the vanguard of the Elven Alliance's Third Cavalry Division had already reached the largest magical teleportation site
in the western suburbs capital of the Kuma Empire—the Musain Teleportation Site. Now, a steady stream of allied troops
was infiltrating Grinda through this now-renamed, largest magical teleportation site in the Kuma Empire.

Time was running out, Rick thought. He had already spent a day and a night in the sewers. Fortunately, the
fastidious Kuma dictator Musain had managed to clean his sewers quite thoroughly, sparing Rick much
suffering.

This labyrinthine sewer system was located beneath Musain's seventh secret palace. Rick's Squirrel
Special Assault Team, Third Squadron, was assigned there. Meanwhile, 17 other similar allied special forces units were
dispatched to Musain's other 13 palaces in Grinda to carry out the same operation: to find, kill, or
capture the ruler of Kuma—the 30-year-old tyrannical ruler "Musain Houlin."

Rick clutched the magical teleportation scroll in his arms, his last resort for escaping. But this
expensive scroll was utterly useless here. The air in Grinda was thick with spatial
magic interference elements—a special privilege granted to Grinda by the Allied air forces from the very first day of the war. He
was trying to follow the map to the only place in the palace unaffected by spatial magic, the original emergency evacuation point for the Squirrel Special Assault Team's Third
Squadron —the main underground council chamber of the Seventh Secret Palace, constructed of interference-resistant green crystal.

The sounds of large troops passing by echoed from the drainpipes. "Good heavens—
hatidiot," Rick cursed inwardly at the Allied Central Intelligence Chief Elder.
No intelligence given to the Third Squadron indicated such a large troop presence at this palace.
The Allied High Command hadn't even considered attacking this small palace, rumored to be the residence of a secret lover of Mother Sain.
Just in case, and actually to prepare for future hearings in the Elder Council, only the Squirrel Special
Assault Team's Third Squadron was deployed for "tactical reconnaissance."

"Now I'm the only hero in the Allied Forces who knows where Mother Sayain is?" Rick
thought .

Two days ago, the Third Squadron spotted Mother Sayain on the palace balcony. The rookie, hot-headed
squadron leader, without even signaling headquarters, charged towards Mother Sayain, followed closely by his 37
teammates .

As the sole member of the team's sniper and assassination squad, despite a strong sense of foreboding, Rick fired three arrows at Mother Sayain
without hesitation. There was no time to cast spells. He could only hope that Mother Sayain
was, as rumored, a womanizer and good-for-nothing. However, reality quickly shattered Rick's illusions.
A nightmare began to unfold.

Mother Sayain waved her hand, seemingly trying to stop those around her. Then, just as the leading
commander was only 30 yards from Musain, he abruptly stopped, his body contorting into an extremely bizarre posture,
standing motionless in the setting sun.

The team members behind him were filled with suspicion at this sudden change, but their rigorous training and
brutal combat experience left them unhindered, and they charged towards Musain at top speed. 35 yards, 32
yards—a flash of light, no, a burst of brilliance, and the two leading team members fell at the feet of their former
commander (an officer who intentionally kills or wounds friendly forces in battle is immediately dismissed and may be executed on the spot—
Article 7, Section 13 of the Elven Federation Military Emergency Law).

Rick's heart clenched. His two battle-hardened teammates were definitely
wary , but neither of them expected his blade to come so fast—almost three
times faster than the usual speed of this reckless commander. The atmosphere shifted from tense to eerie. The four men closest to him stopped and stared intently at him, while the others, without even
turning their heads, charged straight towards Musain.

"Is this the quality of an elven special forces unit?" The short, middle-aged man standing in the shadows of the balcony
frowned.

Another flash of light appeared, and Linkle Lester, one of the four surrounding the former commander, suddenly realized strangely that
he could see his own neck—his last thought as an elf.

The two team members closest to Musain were suddenly thrown backward without warning. Rick didn't even look.
He fell backward, knowing full well that the culprits who had knocked away his two teammates were undoubtedly two of the three arrows he had just
fired . A flash of black light, and the missing third arrow flew past the spot where he had just stood. The shouts of battle
gradually subsided, leaving only the heavy breathing of Felin Ben, the former commander of the Third Squadron of the Squirrel Special Assault Team.
Only one left.

Chapter 0-1 " All roads lead to Rome." —Excerpt from "Famous Quotes from Prehistoric Literature" The stench filled the dark and silent sewers. Apart from the quiet sound of flowing water, Rick could only hear his own heavy breathing. And this breathing pulled his thoughts back to that nightmarish day before. Felin Ben, the former commander of the Third Squadron, was approaching Rick's hiding place step by step, his eyes, no longer human, filled with a bloodthirsty red. He toyed with the last severed head as he walked. Rick clearly recognized it as the head of his teammate Buck, the same Buck who had discussed with him yesterday about returning to teach in the Mirisu Forest after the war. But Rick felt no grief for his teammate's death, nor any burning desire for revenge against the enemy. His mind was filled only with the simplest human emotion—fear, an irresistible fear of the unknown. He instinctively felt that the one occupying Felin's body was neither an elf nor a human, not a demon. It wasn't any race that existed on the continent. Just as Felin saw Rick's face filled with terror, "Boom!" A cluster of ice bombs dropped by the Allied forces landed in the square in front of the Seventh Palace . The anti-aircraft magic cannons in the square and their users were instantly reduced to shattered ice sculptures before they could even register their next thought. A commotion clearly came from the direction of the balcony . In that instant, Rick saw Felin's demonic, blood-red eyes suddenly regain their clarity. Then, the tall Felin collapsed limply as if he had lost his spine. In the next few seconds, all could do was gasp for breath, staring intently at the motionless Felin. Just as Rick was about to get up, Felin, who seemed dead, suddenly raised his head, his withered left hand tightly gripping the still trembling Rick. His eyes, now clear, were fixed on Rick, and he said, word by word, "You must...escape...out." Each word seemed to drain all his strength. After speaking, his body went limp again, and he murmured incoherently, "It wasn't me...it wasn't me...it was that thing...that thing...I saw a monster...a monster..." His voice slowly faded. Not far away, the distinctive howl of a hellhound echoed. "Is it all over?" Rick felt completely paralyzed. A voice seemed to be saying in his mind, "Give up, give up... You can't succeed. You joined the army just to die. You've already lost her, what's the point of living? Give up, give up..." "Her? Yes, her. I can't die, I have to live. I will see her again, I will..." Rick suddenly sat up, pulled a magic scroll from the commander's pocket, and reached for the nearest sewer . "Damn it," Rick muttered a curse in Elvish. This was the seventh time he had gone to the wrong exit , and he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. He had run out of his rations. Due to interference from spatial magic elements, he couldn't contact the Allied Forces headquarters. His stamina was rapidly decreasing. All he had left were a four-elemental combination attack magic circle and a magic amplification magic circle. The magic circle is a branch of magic science that has emerged in the last 20 years. Originating in the current leading magical power, the " United Nations ," it is now applied to almost all branches of magic. Its widespread adoption stems from its boundless flexibility. Anyone can design a magic circle with the desired function using any advanced magical language. The function, efficacy, and side effects of each magic circle can be altered at any time. The magic circle has sparked a magical revolution. Humans have been the most affected. In the past, human magicians were far inferior to the naturally advantageous elves and demons in terms of magical power concentration, control of magical effects, and application of magic. Now, thanks to humanity's unique learning ability and perseverance, the magic circle has fundamentally developed and advanced human magical abilities, bringing them to a level almost comparable to that of the elves. Of course, due to the elves' innate talent and centuries of accumulated magical research, and the fact that the elves, who invented magic circles , have always mastered the core principles and the most advanced magic circles, coupled with the fact that magical study and live in the most advanced and open magical civilization of the elves, the United Elf Kingdom naturally became the most advanced magical nation. Interestingly, because designing and writing magic circles is an extremely tedious and arduous task, those engaged in this profession are mostly diligent and hardworking humans and a branch of lower-level dark elves—"Caiyin Elves." Rick graduated from the magic circle major of the prestigious "Jianzhou Magic Academy" of the United Kingdom's "Green Leaf Alliance." Rick has always been very confident in his abilities in magic circles. It's not that he can get high scores in magic circle theory exams , but rather that the magic circles he designs and writes are often the most effective, the most flexible, the most creative, but also the most dangerous. Once, when Rick's mentor, the renowned Archmage Turing Sean, was critiquing Rick's graduation project, the Magic Condensation Amplification Magic Array, he exclaimed at the design that used the brainwave response of the fear of death to maximize the array's energy : "This is a devilish design that only someone who has lost faith in any living being and despairs of life itself could conceive. I cannot imagine any living being coming up with such a method." "Living being, humph!" Rick chuckled self-deprecatingly. "I died that very day." Yet, just the day before, he had been so terrified when facing Mother Saing. Humans are truly complex and insignificant creatures. Several beams of green light shot down from above, and Rick felt a surge of excitement, knowing he had found his destination. Having prepared to activate the two magic arrays, Rick nimbly slipped into the pipe like a cat. The pipe wasn't long, and the upper part, made of green crystal, was clearly the work of those ungrateful fellows from the Westfa Forest. Those whining anti-war elves, who had been so vocal before the battle, were now jumping around in despair, seeing victory within reach.

They came out to get a share of the spoils. The thought of those hedonistic Western elves was nauseating, but thankfully, Rick's
stomach was empty.

"You mean my statue!" A voice from not far above made Rick's stomach clench again.
Fear doesn't care if you're a dragon-slaying hero or a coward who dares not confess to your crush; you never know
when it will bite you. This familiar voice
had been emitted countless times from the resonant crystal during the pre-operation intelligence analysis meeting. And now, the real one was right here. This gave Rick a sense of unreality.
Yes, the voice belonged to the Allied Forces' number one enemy—Mosain Houlin, the first queen of the Kumar Empire.

(Chapter 0-2

) Yago said, taking off one glove and extending a damp, cool hand. "Auf Wiedersehen,
Colonel Henry. If I have done you any favors, I only ask this of you. Wherever you go
in the future , remember that war has two sides, and there are some decent people on both sides."

—from "The Winds of War" by Herman Wouk.

Musain Hounin, a name that carried immense prestige throughout the Qumar Empire and indeed in all the countries that adhered to
the Bara religion.

As the first emperor to establish a new dynasty, Musain's origins were not as illustrious as those of
the emperors . The son of a shepherd, Musain received no formal education in his childhood.
The treachery and intrigue within his tribe instilled in him a worldview of survival of the fittest.

At the age of 15, he took up a sword and joined an underground organization against the imperial system; he knew
what it was like to be on the enemy's gallows. He once attempted to assassinate the then-head of state—one of his former dictators.
After his failure, he went into exile. After returning to Kumar, he embarked on a long but unstoppable path to power, eventually seizing control
of Grinda.

How could someone like him, lacking both strength and a powerful backer, survive so many
conspiracies seize power? It remains a mystery. And this
enigmatic figure is now unleashing his fury less than a hundred yards above Rick's head.

"You say those lowly people pulled down my statue? They have some nerve!" Mother Sain's voice
trembled. "How dare these swine do such a thing?"

"That's because they treat you the way you usually treat them," a calm yet
gentle voice came from the west side of the hall. Rick
couldn't help but feel curious about this woman, who dared to speak to this legendary, ruthless dictator.

Rick silently drew his sniper bow, trying to gauge the situation in the hall.

Besides the standard functions of a regular UN-issue sniper bow, the elven special forces' sniper bow can also
transform into an elven melee weapon—a curved scimitar: a
weapon resembling a scimitar but swung upwards for attack. Furthermore, all weapons produced in the last 20 years have been incorporating a magic circle activation device—
Silica crystal.

Almost every crystal possesses a special function. Silica crystal doesn't have any magical amplification function; it doesn't
even react to magic applied to it. However, it can simultaneously transmit magical elements of different natures.
This makes it the core crystal for generating magic circles. Of course, it alone cannot generate a magic circle; it
needs to work with a series
of crystals, including a ruby crystal for storing magic, a sapphire crystal for memorizing and reading magic circles, and an amethyst crystal for reading or casting magic circles, to form a complete magic circle system.

Rick lightly touched the amethyst crystal on the bow handle, silently activating a magic circle.
This was a reconnaissance magic circle, designed by Rick himself. It utilizes the three elements of wind, light, and water.
First, the water element condenses into tiny droplets invisible to the naked eye. Then, the wind element arranges these extremely light droplets into
a series of positions. Finally, the light element, with its straight-line travel and refraction properties, refracts the external scene into
the observer 's eyes. This is an extremely complex magical process. Before the invention of magic circles, even archmages
could not cast this spell, which consumes negligible amounts of magic power. But magic circles changed everything.

Rick won first prize in the second
-year . It was also because of this that Rick was able to be selected so easily for the highly competitive special forces.

The image transmitted from the magic circle was very clear, probably because the underground water vapor in this area was very high, resulting in high humidity.

This was a hall built entirely of interference-resistant green crystal. To the east stood a
statue , holding a sword in one hand and the Ba'a Bible in the other. Seated on the throne beneath the statue was none other than the Imperial Emperor Mother Sain Houlin himself. This 57-year-old dictator looked tired, trembling, and wore a pair of black goggles
on his swollen face .
It's said that Musain never takes off his black goggles, no matter the occasion.

The dictator, with his long hair and flowing white robe, wore a
ring , exuding an air of authority. Without the goggles, he resembled an
elven priest, still hungover and about to preach on Sunday.

Standing on the west side of the hall was a tall woman. Due to the distance and the fact that her long hair
obscured half her face, her features were not clearly visible. However, her black Kuma traditional high-waisted dress perfectly
accentuated her graceful figure. The glimpse of white skin peeking out from beneath the black dress seemed capable of
captivating any man in the world.

She must be the mistress of this place, Musain's unknown mistress. Rick noticed a
detail : a pair of pointed horns peeked out from within the woman's beautiful long hair. Musain's most beloved woman was an
elf! This could probably make the headlines of any elven magic news website.

"You worthless cowards! Where is the Imperial Guard, the Grinda Legion? Why aren't you suppressing the rioters?" Musain
roared at an officer kneeling on the ground, huddled in a ball.

"Your Majesty... the Grinda Legion... was... completely... annihilated two days ago,"
the officer stammered.

"And Musain's personal guard?"

"They've all... escaped."

Musain's body trembled, not from fear, but from extreme rage.

"You worthless cowards, traitors, those who betrayed me, all of you shall go to hell!" With that, he raised...
Her hand, the ring on it emitting a strange light. The officer who had been huddled on the ground was now airborne, his hands
gripping his neck tightly, as if trying to tear his skin apart; bloodstains appeared on his neck.

Gradually, his kicking legs stopped. With a wave of her hand, Musain's corpse went limp to the ground
like .

"I will kill all the traitors! I will use 'Voice Reaching Ten Thousand Miles' to kill those traitors and those foolish
elves !" Musain screamed hysterically.

"Father, haven't you committed enough sins? Do you want to kill everyone in Grindar? Please, please
, stop... stop..." the woman in black cried out to Musain.

Musain's daughter was an elf, so Musain...? Rick stared at Musain with suspicion.

"Melin, look into my eyes. Even you will betray me?" The Imperial Emperor slowly removed his blindfold,
revealing the deep blue eyes characteristic of elves.

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Author:

Finally, a female character appears in this chapter! Everyone, are you excited? But things shouldn't be rushed; relationships need to
develop slowly to be interesting. Also, please feel free to point out any mistakes; I will revise accordingly.

Chapter 0-3

"I have this idea about why people do the terrible things they
do. Same reason little kids push each other on the schoolyard. If you
are the one doing pushing, then you are not the one who gets pushed….
If you are the monster, then nothing will be waiting in the shadows to
jump out at you. It's pretty simple really. People do the terrible
things they do because they are scared."

—from Steven Spielberg's "taken"

Elf, as a general term for a race, has a very broad definition. Based on appearance,
elves encompass the evil dark elves (also called drows), the mischievous goblin elves
, the butterfly-winged faerie, and the sprite race, each a peerless
beauty …

Some even believe that demons, with appearances as handsome as elves, are a type of elf from legend—daemon
. However, for most humans, the word "elf" primarily evokes images of light elves, resembling
humans with pointed ears, beautiful and long-lived.

They generally live in forests, love nature, are emotionally sensitive, knowledgeable, and possess a high
aptitude ; their vision is twice that of humans in dim conditions, thus granting them superb archery skills.
They are the most numerous among elves and have established the most powerful nations. Besides the common elf feature of pointed ears,
their is their deep blue eyes, distinct from those of humans.

Now, the greatest enemy of the elven world—Emperor Musain I of the Baa Empire—was
staring intently with his piercing, deep blue eyes at the elven woman standing below the steps, his only remaining family in this world
—Meilin Houning.

"Father, how many more people do you want to kill? Are you going to kill me too? Then do it!" Meilin
stared defiantly at her trembling father.

"You… are you even my daughter? You're just like that slut your mother… you're
just like , you all betrayed me! Fine, fine, then die… I'll use 'Voice Reaching Ten Thousand Miles' to
wipe you all out… wipe out all you traitors…" the emperor roared, seemingly insane.

"Come here! Kill me! Kill me like you killed my mother! Why are you
trembling? Do it! You coward! You don't even have the courage to kill me with your own hands! Those you rule
never doubt your authority, your lackeys never dare disobey your orders. Ha ha... ha... How
ridiculous... They would never have imagined you were such a coward, a wimp... Ha ha..." Due to
extreme anger, the elf's distinctive pointed ears stood up from her silky black hair.

"Because your mother eloped with someone, she betrayed me, so I killed her. She abandoned us first
. Are you going to betray me like her now? Melinda, you are my last remaining family in the world. I don't
want to lose you too!" Mother Sainda's tone suddenly softened.

"Family, humph, family, do you know how much Mother loves you? She prays for you three times every night
before going to bed, she eloped with someone... Haha... Are you going to use such lies to deceive your only
daughter whom you thought you understood? Father, you weren't like this before, you used to love Mother and me so much. How could you
become like this? When did it start? Right, it was that day, everything started from that day,
everything . Since you brought 'it' back, everything has changed..."

"Enough... Shut up... Your mother knows things she shouldn't know, she must die, everyone
who stands in my way must die, and your mother can't stop me. No one can stop me..." Mother
Sain screamed madly.

"What else do you want? After you got 'it,' everything went so smoothly, you gained this
empire , what else do you want?"

"You don't understand anything, you know nothing, you haven't seen the power of 'them,' you'll never
understand, I will use 'Sound Reaching Ten Thousand Miles' to kill you all." The emperor suddenly seemed terrified, as if recalling something
horrific .

"The sound travels ten thousand miles!" Rick shuddered.

In the year 2945 of the Elven calendar, 30 years after the invention of magic circles, in
the small town , Archmage Oppenheimer, with the full support of the military, led over a hundred of the most outstanding...
A mage researched a method to combine magic circles with forbidden magic and successfully conducted a field
experiment.

Theoretically, any magic can be combined with any magic circle, but forbidden magic, due to its inherently
powerful magical energy, would cause the crystal, the energy transfer
medium . Therefore, the practical bottleneck in combining magic circles with forbidden magic
lay in finding a suitable magical energy transfer crystal.

After tens of thousands of failures, by sheer coincidence, Oppenheimer finally discovered a
suitable medium—green crystal. Green crystal itself possesses extremely strong magic resistance, which is
why it is used as a primary material for constructing objects resistant to magical interference.

However, Oppenheimer discovered that when green crystal accumulated to a certain amount,
injecting into it would cause a mutation, releasing energy a hundred times greater than the injected forbidden spell energy, acting on
the magic circle.

Later textbooks called this phenomenon the "green crystal aggregation effect." Its power can be seen from Oppenheimer's
experiments. Oppenheimer applied the forbidden spell "Doomsday Wilderness" to a specially designed green crystal magic circle. The
result was a "sea" nearly a thousand miles in circumference. From then on, the "Dead Sea" desert truly became the Dead Sea.

Compared to the highly comical result of Oppenheimer's experiment, the second application of this method
was less honorable. The Elven Federation used
a .

The direct consequences were the deaths of nearly 400,000 Great Tongue Demons and the disappearance of Dajing from the maps of various countries. As
a result, various countries rushed to develop forbidden spell magic circles. However, because the power of "forbidden circles" (short for forbidden spell magic circles)
was too great and could harm themselves, the countries jointly signed an agreement prohibiting the development of forbidden spell magic circles.

The main reason the Elven Federation launched the war against Kuma was that Kuma possessed forbidden spell magic circles
but did not join the "Convention Prohibiting the Experimentation of Forbidden Spell Magic Circles". With the addition of the tyrannical ruler of the Kumar Empire,
the other nations had no grounds for complaint regarding the actions of the Elven Federation.

"What did you see that day? What has made you like this, Father?
What are you so afraid of? Tell me, what did you see?" Melin cried out to her father, her voice hoarse.

"Is that all you want to know? Is that all you want to know by betraying me? Fine, look into my eyes,
you will know, look into my eyes, Melin, look at me…" Mother Sain's eyes gleamed with an eerie
light .

"Ah, no… ah… uh… uh… ah… no… no…" Melin screamed in agony, staring into her
father eyes.

"All I see is my own. All I see is my own
and all I see is my own." She curled up on the ground as if possessed, repeating this ancient Elven
phrase over and over.

"All your memories play at once. All your memories and all your
fears." Rick couldn't help but whisper the meaning of this ancient Elvish phrase.

"Who is it? Who is there?" Musain had clearly heard Rick's whisper.

Oh no, Musain had discovered him, and worse, Rick noticed that the air element was beginning to stir
; the forbidden magic circle "Sound Reaching Thousands of Miles" had obviously been activated.

Chapter 0-4

"All your memories play at once. All your memories and all your fears
."

—from Steven Spielberg's "Taken"

"But in the end, love is only something that counts."

—from "ally McBeal"

Beads of sweat rolled down the face of Hou Ning's third son. This was already the seventh day since entering the Sinai Desert
.

Since the failed assassination attempt on the Kuma Empire's leader, Slin III, and his escape here, Musain hadn't had a good
night's sleep or a proper meal. The Sinai Desert was the only way for the Kuma Empire to reach the Elven world. As the head of the Kuma branch of the Central Intelligence Agency
of the Elven Federation and the mastermind behind the assassination attempt on the Emperor, Musain
could only flee towards the Elven world through this desolate desert.

All around him was endless yellow sand, and under the scorching sun, the boundless desert was eerily silent.
The Indube people, who had traversed the desert for generations, had an ancient legend: when you travel alone in the Sinai Desert, you will see
the light of the gods, who will lead you to the land of eternal life. After passing the gods' test, you will receive an
eternal . Your life will be forever changed.

Musain had always held this pagan legend in utter contempt. It wasn't that he didn't believe in
the existence , but rather that he didn't believe any being could pass the gods' test and leave this legend for posterity. Now, however, he
genuinely hoped the legend was true. Because, at least then, he would have hope of survival. He
had run out of . He had also killed his Milo (an animal capable of long journeys in the desert) three days ago to satisfy his hunger. For now,
Musain didn't want any divine gifts, only a sip of water.

She could move no more. The desert night was so cold, and Musain's vision began to blur. Wait,
what's that light ahead? It wasn't firelight; it was a light brighter than the sun. Musain found even thinking
difficult.

It was getting brighter and brighter. Ah, was it my hallucination or the light of God? What was that...? Ah,
no can't see anything, it's too bright... too bright...

...

In the capital city of the Elven Union, Abigail, a heavy thunderstorm was raging. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating
the window of an inconspicuous bungalow in the western part of the city.

A beautiful, black-haired female elf held a little girl who looked like she had been carved from a mold, murmuring:
"Don't be afraid, it's just lightning. Don't be afraid, your father will come back. He'll definitely come back soon. He
will, won't he?...Meilin!"

"Bang!" The door seemed to be blown open by a strong wind. A bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating a figure. That familiar...
The figure was her husband, the figure of her husband who had been missing for over a year. The female elf froze for a moment, then
rushed into her husband's arms like an arrow.

"Ying, you're finally back! Where have you been all this time... Meilin and I missed you so much... You...
why aren't you saying anything..." She looked up at him, but his familiar yet unfamiliar eyes weren't looking at her,
nor at Meilin, but were fixed on a ring of unknown material on the ring finger of his left hand.

"Ying, what's wrong? What happened? What did you see... Say something..." The female elf
shook him vigorously. The silent figure stared straight at his wife as if he had just woken up.

"All my missing family members are here. All my missing family members
and all my missing family members," Mother Sa Ying Hou Ning said to his wife in a trembling voice.

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Calm down... calm down... there must be a way. Everything has its weakness, and sometimes its strongest point is its fatal weakness. Musain's strongest point is that strange ring. All we need to do is separate him from the ring. But how? These thoughts raced through Rick's mind. Upon arriving at the palace , Rick sensed something was amiss; something peculiar about this place. What was it? Water, water! The entire palace had not a single pond, not a single fountain. In this country where water was considered a luxury , how could an emperor's palace be without a pond? That's it, Musain must be afraid of water; his weakness is "water." Rick couldn't help but smile smugly. A water dragon spell instantly materialized before Rick's eyes, its speed largely thanks to the magic amplification array. The water dragon didn't stop, swiftly attacking the emperor himself, 30 meters away. A cold smile appeared on Musain's face. Did that idiot think I was afraid of water? Did I not drink water ? Ha. "What foolish humans!" Musaiing smugly prepared to kill Rick . Just then, a sudden change occurred. The water dragon abruptly turned, grabbing the fallen Meilin and charging towards Musaiing's left . If Musaiing were to defeat the water dragon, he would inevitably injure Meilin. Rick was now gambling. If Musaiing disregarded Meilin—judging from their previous conversation, this seemed highly likely—then dealing with the injured Rick, who had exhausted his magic circle's energy, would be a piece of cake. It all depended on whether Musaiing cared about his only daughter. Musaiing grinned maliciously, raising his left hand. The strange ring on his ring finger emitted a dazzling light; it seemed he had made his choice. Rick closed his eyes in despair. "Father," Meilin, atop the water dragon's peak, seemed to awaken, gazing at her father before her and calling out softly . ********** ... Rick emerged from the water dragon, panting heavily. He had exhausted all his magical power maintaining his distant reflection and holding his breath to fly ; now even a child could kill him. Strangely, his mother, Sain, who had lost her left hand, made no sound, simply gazing silently at her daughter in her arms. Father and daughter stared at each other in silence. The left hand, adorned with the ring, lay quietly beside Rick. Rick reached out his left hand towards 'it'… ********************************************************************** Author: to woodyx: Regarding the language issue, my setting is that humans use Chinese, modern Elvish uses English, and ancient Elvish uses a mixture of German, Latin, Italian, and other languages. I will at least translate it into English. to lha: I can reveal a little of the plot to you; this princess won't die. The first part's future setting is in another empire. to everyone: The plot hasn't unfolded yet, so there's no explicit content. Please forgive me! Hehe … Please support me! chap0-5 (Part 1) she is the moon and sun to me.

—From Steven Spielberg's "Taken"

At 11:34 AM on April 9th, Year 13 of the Kuma Calendar (the human calendar is the same as reality)

, on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital Grinda, ten miles from the Royal Mother's Rebellion Memorial Hall…

A two-wheeled, two-seater carriage sped along the eleventh official road of the Empire.

Lies, the chief bodyguard of the Mother's Guard Legion, vigilantly observed his surroundings. He felt very nervous,
after all, he was now the only one protecting Her Majesty the Empress. This was the third time this month that Her Majesty had asked him to secretly take
her out of the palace.

Lies, of course, wasn't foolish enough to believe that Her Majesty wanted to meet him secretly; everyone in the palace knew of Her Majesty
's loyalty to the Emperor. Oh… it couldn't be called loyalty, it was love. For a woman, only love could make
a woman so blindly loyal, Lies thought to himself. So he agreed to the Empress's
request ; loyalty to the Empress was loyalty to Mother's Rebellion.

Lies noticed that the Empress had been unusually silent since leaving the memorial hall, but he
wasn't too worried. He was still puzzled by the dizziness he'd felt while guarding outside the memorial hall.
As one of the empire's strongest warriors, this dizziness was highly unusual for him. Fortunately, the Empress had
emerged unharmed. Perhaps it was the fault of that cursed memorial hall. Lies always felt extremely tense there.

The Musain Uprising Memorial Hall was built in the first year of the Kuma New Calendar, supervised by the Emperor himself. Legend had it that this
memorial hall, located in the middle of the desert, held a special significance for the Emperor unknown to outsiders; only members of the royal family were allowed
to enter . Lies, as the head of the guards, had never been inside. The Emperor often went
there to contemplate important matters, and at those times, Lies was always the only one guarding the entrance.

The Empress remained silent. However, Lies didn't feel tense; they were about to enter the city. Suddenly,
Lies noticed a rider blocking the road ahead. It was dark, and visibility was poor. Lies stopped the carriage, gathering all
his strength in a state of heightened vigilance.

The knight approached the carriage, the candlelight casting an unpredictable flicker on his face. Suddenly, Lies
relaxed completely. He turned and opened his mouth to call out to the Empress in the back of the carriage. Suddenly, he noticed that the Empress was
trembling violently. Lies found this extremely strange; this was his last sensation. The Chief Imperial Guard, von Hein
Lies, had never imagined that his last feeling would be so strange.

The Empress's body trembled uncontrollably. As Lies's head rolled from the front to her feet, she seemed to suddenly awaken
, cried out, jumped out of the carriage, and ran towards the back. The cry was so short and sharp, like the chirping of
a chick .

The knight's left hand twitched. The Empress immediately collapsed to the ground as if struck by an arrow, her body convulsing intermittently.
The man dismounted, walked to the woman, gently lifted her head, and softly asked, "What did you see?"

The woman suddenly seemed to gather all her strength and gripped the man tightly, her voice trembling as she said, "All
my trembling and all my
trembling."

The man seemed to sigh. "If this still means anything to you, I just want to say I'm sorry,
things didn't have to be this way." Saying this, he looked up at the moon.

"Clang..."

When the man stood up and walked towards his mount, the woman on the ground had stopped convulsing.

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A man and his horse sped through the heavily guarded Forbidden City, but no one stopped them. The man rode to
a tall tower, handed his mount to a guard, and quickly rode to the top. He removed his blindfold and gently
pushed open a door.

Moonlight shone through the window onto a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl—no, a little elf—on the bed. The man
suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, as if twenty years ago, when he first saw her in the moonlight. The little elf seemed
to awaken, rubbing her deep blue eyes, recognizing the man.

"Daddy, what's wrong? Where's Mommy?"

The man composed himself, stepped forward and picked up the little elf, whispering, "Your mother, she... she left us
."

"What did you say, Daddy, Daddy, where is Mommy? I want to see Mommy..." The little elf cried and screamed as if
realizing something. The man held her tightly, the moonlight shining on his tear-streaked face, and he murmured

softly, in a voice only he could hear : "She is the moon and sun to me. Meilin, do you know, she is the moon and sun to me..." Chapter 0-5 (Middle) "She is the moon and sun to me. Meilin~~ I never meant to hurt you or your mother ." After a moment of silence, Mother Saying looked at her daughter in her arms and said. The earth trembled violently, but the feeling of the large-scale earth magic used by this allied forces was different. Rick suddenly understood what the vibration meant. "How many resonance points are there?" Rick roared at his mother, Saya. "Twelve! None of you will escape Grinda within 24 minutes, you fools!" Saya mocked Rick, but her eyes never left her daughter. "Sound Reaching Thousands of Miles," a third-generation forbidden magic circle, is an extremely powerful forbidden circle. It ranks fourteenth among the forbidden circles prohibited in the "Convention Prohibiting Experimentation with Forbidden Magic Circles." Unlike the number one "Nothingness" and the "Hellfire" that destroyed the Great Capital, which indiscriminately destroy everything, "Sound Reaching Thousands of Miles" is a forbidden circle that only kills living beings. It was invented based on the principle of magical wave resonance. Paul, the founder of the magical wave theory, pointed out that any substance composed of elemental particles, no matter how hard, can disintegrate or even explode if waves are used to cause the constantly moving particles to resonate together. In the past, the biggest obstacle to this theory was that, if this hypothesis held true, why did the object never react in numerous previous magical experiments when people affected it with magical elemental particles of the same frequency (such as earth element)? This obstacle disappeared after the advent of "forbidden arrays." The reason is that forbidden arrays can gather and release energy from afar...

The energy and energy fluctuations are greater than what humans can normally release. Magicians gradually understood that as long as there is enough
energy to reach or exceed the energy threshold for the resonance of binding particles, the elemental particles will resonate and decompose
.

"Sound Reaching Thousands of Miles" utilizes this principle of magical wave resonance to
decompose matter composed of magical elemental particles of a certain frequency over a large area. Humans and most living things on the continent possess
an :

the main component of blood—water. Whenever water resonates,
creatures within the affected area will explode and die, while other objects without water will remain unharmed. A standard
"Sound Reaching Thousands of Miles" magic circle requires only one resonance point to cover an area of 20 miles in radius; 12
resonance points are enough to cover the entire city of Grinda and its surrounding area.

"Are you insane? You demon? Do you want to kill even your daughter?" Rick shouted at Mother Saing while
quietly moving towards the severed hand.

He was only inches away from the severed hand; once he obtained the mysterious ring, he wouldn't have to worry about Mother Saing regaining
her power. Rick thought to himself.

"Stop! Don't touch 'it,' you'll regret it. Listen to me, young man, don't touch that ring.
Take my daughter and leave immediately through the secret teleportation array behind the main hall. In about twenty minutes, this place will become
the center of resonance. All the water elements will decompose. Take my daughter and leave quickly!" Musain
shouted Clearly, without 'it,' he was just an ordinary old man.

"No, Father, we must stop 'Sound Reaching Ten Thousand Miles'!"

"It's no use. Once the barrier is activated, it cannot be reversed. Musain, even if you really want to die under
'Sound Reaching Ten Thousand Miles,' I will not spare you now," Rick said coldly.

"No, don't hurt my father, he didn't do this on purpose," Meilin stood up and blocked her father's
way .

He hadn't seen clearly in the sewers with his reconnaissance magic, but when he
looked closely from just two feet away from the elven beauty, Rick's heart skipped a beat. It was a young female elf, leaning against her
father's shoulder.

Her demeanor, while natural to a mature human beauty, seemed
a bit too flirtatious for an elf. She wore traditional Kuma attire, a long, tight-fitting black dress that accentuated her slender, graceful
figure.

Beneath the dress peeked out her small, marble-sculpted feet; over the dress was a silk
blouse with a heart-shaped opening at the front, revealing her ivory neck and upper chest.
A purple rose adorned her hair, which was thick and black with a hint of blue.

Her beauty was purely that of a pure-blooded light elf: deep, beautiful eyes,
a straight nose, coral lips, and pearly teeth—all unique to her kind. And
to make matters worse, Meilin was in the prime of her youth, only nineteen or twenty years old.

"Don't touch 'it'! Look what happened to my father! It will unleash your deepest
, most hidden desires, and you'll keep pursuing them. Look at what happened to my father! He
used to be such a good man!" Meilin's words snapped Rick out of his daze.
Rick wondered why he'd been so distracted, having seen so many beautiful women before.

"Fine, I won't wear it. But I have to take it with me." With that, Rick
pulled the ring off his severed hand.

"Stop!" "Don't touch it!" Mother Sain and her daughter shouted almost simultaneously.

"What? You're trying to fool me! This thing is nothing!" Rick suddenly
roared .

At that moment, Mother Sain and Meilin almost simultaneously saw black liquid flowing from Rick's eyes,
like black clouds moving across his pupils.

Mother Sain shoved her daughter aside and turned to shout, "You go! I'll hold him off..." Before she could
finish , she was sent flying, landing motionless several feet away. Without a
word, Derik walked step by step toward the trembling Melinda.

Derik dragged Melinda, who was too terrified to speak, down. If you were Melinda at that moment, you could
clearly see Derik's entire face contorted, appearing indescribably ferocious and terrifying.

"Swish, swish..." In a few rips, Derik tore the elven beauty's long dress and blouse to shreds. Then
he froze.

Was this a woman? A virgin? Both. If it were
Mansalin , she should be smiling, but she was sobbing silently.

If it were Diana, she shouldn't have been so careless; her beauty shone with unimaginable radiance. Nothing could be
purer than this serene and proud figure; the untrodden snowfield was utterly untouched.

This young elven woman's skin was as white as Mount Ronggofug in Sifa. From her carefree
brow, her disheveled black hair, her drooping eyelashes, the faintly visible blue veins, her impossibly round
breasts, and the rose-colored hips and knees arched beneath her tattered clothes, one could only imagine
the image of a fairy.

This pure white body seemed to radiate light; this naked spirit, like the goddess of Olympus,
knew she was the daughter of the abyss. This unattainable beauty lay there,
as proud as Venus sleeping on the boundless waves.

From Mother Sain's perspective, it was a strange sight: a
man panting like a wild beast stared motionlessly at a naked, trembling, terrified girl. They
gazed silently, their eyes locked, as if time had stood still.

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