Chapter 340: Chapter337-Admiration for Beauty



The borders of Emberveil Kingdom.

At the moment Madelyn’s voice fell, not only did Sylva and Nidhogg feel a chilling dread in their hearts, as if enveloped by a boundless shadow, but even Stanley and the others found their attention drawn completely to her.

The aura emanating from Madelyn slowed their very breath. Her will, bent on obliteration, roared through the world like an invisible tempest, tearing and thrashing! Faintly, it seemed as though there were countless wails echoing from hell itself, as if their souls were momentarily dragged into an inferno to suffer endless torment, and the vision before them began to blur and twist.

Those mages of Emberveil Kingdom locked onto by Madelyn’s aura had expressions filled with utter horror. Madelyn’s formerly slight figure, accompanied by the hellish chants, loomed larger and larger in their eyes, growing to the size of a building, then to a towering mountain, and finally filling the heavens and earth itself. Her cold, unfeeling gaze, like twin moons, bore down upon them with the final judgment.

Already sensing the impending doom, the Emberveil Kingdom mages frantically began channeling the last remnants of mana within themselves, feeling a deep foreboding that if they couldn’t withstand Madelyn’s terrifying assault, death awaited them.

With the howling wind growing sharper and more piercing, their magical glow flared more brightly. Yet as soon as it did, the hellish ashes already filling the air intensified, swirling like falling snow, draping the land in a ghostly shroud of silver.

The mages of Emberveil Kingdom touched by this hellish ash found their mana instantly suppressed, settling upon them with an unstoppable force. The moment it touched their robes, armor, and skin, it sizzled like white phosphorus, searing with black smoke into their very flesh, bringing an agony that pierced to the bone.

Countless mages screamed, their burning eyes reflecting the torments of an infernal purgatory. Macedonian mages cast spells frantically, but the hellish ash was utterly unyielding, consuming their flesh, leaving it blackened and charred like coal. Their very bones were scorched to a softened state.

Many were ravaged by the affliction, the plague spreading among them like wildfire. Those already screaming succumbed, collapsing as lifeless, mangled corpses. And this was only the beginning.

Wherever the hellish ash touched the ground, it ignited instantly, green flames dancing as the earth charred black, fissures spreading across its surface. It was as if an unprecedented drought had struck, the cracks as wide as an arm, leading down into endless darkness, like an entrance to the depths of hell itself.

The once mighty border walls were left in tatters, riddled with holes, and finally crumbled into ruin, devastated by the ashen storm. And all this, in but a fleeting instant.

Stanley and his comrades looked on in stunned disbelief. From the moment Madelyn made her move, not even a second had passed, yet a million-strong mage army of Emberveil Kingdom had been reduced to bones! The formidable border wall collapsed in the same breath.

This terrifying devastation in mere moments was beyond words! This was the awakened Madelyn? A walking harbinger of death? Truly terrifying!

Their vast army, even with overwhelming numbers, would still take time to clear such a massive force. But before Madelyn, they were nothing more than a remnant, easily wiped out. Sylva and Nidhogg, the last ones standing in this disaster, were dumbfounded. Madelyn’s awakening was beyond anything they had foreseen, and the overwhelming power she now displayed was beyond belief!

Facing a million-strong force of Emberveil Kingdom’s mages, even they would have been hard-pressed to eliminate them so swiftly. They too had suffered serious injuries in Madelyn’s assault, covered in blood, looking like figures drenched in despair.

Nidhogg, who once believed he could rely on the army, the night elves, and his own power to resist and hold out for a change in fate, now found that Madelyn’s attack had cast him straight into hell. His forces were gone, the strongest border fortress was gone, and with them, any hope of resistance vanished.

Resolutely, he turned to flee. Having suffered an unprecedented defeat, he knew his only option was to hide and bide his time for another chance.

But Madelyn, who had long had her sights set on him, appeared before him in an instant. Her pale, almost bloodless hand grasped his throat tightly, leaving a deep, bruising mark on his neck.

“Leaving now? Isn’t it a bit too late?” she said coldly, her expression as unyielding as ice, devoid of any emotion or mercy-a killing machine.

As Nidhogg attempted to struggle, the hellish aura emanating from Madelyn smothered him entirely, igniting the mana within him from within.

Realizing the hopelessness, Nidhogg’s face contorted, sensing death’s inevitable approach. Amidst the endless magical flames, he was reduced to a pile of ash, dying with deep regret in his heart. Had he not harbored other ambitions, his innate talent, coupled with the strength of Owen and Leslie, would have led to a vastly different fate.

Regretful, Nidhogg perished amidst the flames. Observing his demise from afar, Sylva felt a chill of dread rise within her.

As she prepared to retreat, she felt Madelyn’s attention shift to her. In her cold gaze, a red murderous intent stirred, as if scenes of hell itself were reflected within.

Madelyn intended to kill her! Sylva’s heart trembled; she was a night elf with a powerful bloodline, backed by the entire night elf lineage. Few dared to harbor ill will against her.

As her mind wavered, Madelyn locked onto her with an icy stare, saying, “You must be the one inciting trouble in Emberveil Kingdom? My brother dislikes people like you! If I kill you, won’t he praise me?”

With a ghostly smile, both angelic and haunting, Madelyn’s words struck fear in Sylva’s heart. She met Madelyn’s gaze for an instant before a tide of killing intent overwhelmed her, causing her to cough blood and leaving her grievously wounded.

Sylva staggered back, bloodied and desperate, but Madelyn closed in again.

“I’m a night elf! If you dare to harm me, the Night Queen will not spare you!” Sylva shouted, her face drained of color.

The Night Elves were regarded almost as divine, with countless powerful members, and their queen was as revered as a celestial god. The Night Elves were a legendary race, their might unquestioned.

“Night Elves? If my brother dislikes you, you’ll die!” Madelyn closed in, showing no mercy.

Realizing her peril, Sylva activated an ancient magic mark on her forehead-a mark unique to the elves that could summon the Night Queen herself.

As the magic mark on Sylva’s forehead flared, a terrifying pressure surged out, sending Madelyn flying back.

A celestial god-level presence!

Watching from afar, Leslie’s face turned solemn. Sylva’s strength had reached such a level! Though Madelyn had awakened, she was still far from facing a foe of this caliber.

Stanley and the others, sensing the pressure, held their weapons tightly, eyeing Sylva warily. “The Night Queen is indeed a formidable foe,” Leslie remarked coldly, gazing up at Sylva, who now hovered above them.

At this moment, Owen appeared beside Leslie, watching Sylva in the sky.

Turning to Owen, Leslie said calmly, “No matter who stands in our way, they will pay a heavy

price!”

Owen nodded; they were no longer who they once were.

Casting a glance at Madelyn, now fully awakened, he frowned slightly. “Pushing her this far-

isn’t that a bit harsh?”

Leslie replied seriously, “As my sister, she will face even greater dangers in the future. It may seem extreme, but it’s for the best.”

Madelyn, noticing Owen, dropped her cold demeanor and leaped forward like a bunny.

“Brother!” she called, bounding toward him, intent on jumping into his arms.

Leslie subtly blocked her. “You did well this time, keep it up.”

Though Leslie’s praise was rare, Madelyn’s focus was on Owen. She looked at him eagerly and

asked, “Brother, was I good enough? Did I make you proud?”

“You did very well,” Owen replied, smiling. “With your strength, we’ll have a much easier

time.”

Hearing Owen’s praise, Madelyn’s face lit up, like a child receiving approval from a parent.

Leslie, observing, shook her head. Though Madelyn’s awakening had brought change, some innocence remained, which, she reasoned, would evolve over time.

While they spoke, Sylva’s magic mark on her forehead burst into blinding light, forming a massive portal in the sky. The oppressive aura surged again, even stronger than before.

“Brother, the Night Queen looks really powerful!” Madelyn exclaimed, watching the unfolding spectacle with eager anticipation.

Owen, seeing her confidence, hesitated.

The Night Queen was a supreme being among celestial gods. Madelyn’s awakening had

perhaps made her a bit overly confident.

“Why don’t you try fighting her and see?” Leslie suggested, her eyes glinting.

“Cheer for me, Brother!” Madelyn grinned at Owen.

“Always,” he replied.

They turned their eyes to the sky, where the portal revealed a breathtaking scene of lush

forests and waterfalls, teeming with graceful elves, a vision of ethereal beauty. The spectacle of beauty before them was quickly surpassed by an even greater vision.

A foot emerged from the portal, its flawless, jade-like whiteness even more striking when framed by golden-threaded boots. The p rity and nobility of this exquisite foot only emphasized the rest of the form that followed-a pair of stunningly long, flawless legs, prompting many onlookers to swallow instinctively.

As their gaze continued upward, they saw a full, curvaceous body, with every line perfectly sculpted: ample where fullness was called for, slender where elegance demanded. She was the embodiment of a divine figure, her curves almost spellbinding.

Just the sight of her set many hearts racing, making it nearly impossible for them to control themselves. When their gaze reached her face, it was a sight even more breathtaking than the night sky, more radiant than any blossom. Her eyes were cool and distant, exuding a regal demeanor, while six pairs of elven wings fluttered elegantly behind her. In an instant, she materialized outside the portal.

At that moment, many of the mages from Azure Kingdom, merely by gazing upon the Night Elf Queen, felt their spirits quiver and couldn’t help but fall to their knees, worshipping their

queen.

“Form ranks and prepare to engage!” Stanley’s voice cut through, commanding his troops who were already feeling their blood surge at the mere sight of her. If left unchecked, many would be enthralled by her presence before she even struck a blow.

Stanley’s authoritative tone snapped them back to reality, and they quickly gathered their magic into defensive formations, seeking to shield themselves from the overwhelming allure emanating from the Night Elf Queen.

Though Owen had seen many beautiful women, even he was captivated by the Night Elf

Queen, glancing at her a few times. If Leslie’s beauty was that of a cold, noble queen-a delicate orchid blooming in the cold winds-then the Night Elf Queen was like a divine creation, pieced together from every ounce of beauty in the world, perfect in every way. “That figure… is otherworldly!” Owen murmured in awe, unable to find a single flaw in her form. Her proportions were so harmonious, stirring not only admiration but also desire. Even Rachel was slightly stunned, and Seraphina, glancing at her own youthful body, then back at the Night Elf Queen’s figure, felt a pang of envy and frustration. Would she ever grow

into such a form?

Rachel and Seraphina exchanged a look and turned to Leslie. Leslie’s beauty was one of domineering strength, an empress whose mere presence commanded attention and respect, a force that overshadowed everything around her. This woman, however, was like a blooming peach blossom, radiating charm even in her gentleness. There was an enchanting quality to her, a seductive allure that penetrated the

soul, stirring one’s most primal desires.

Every movement, every smile, was mesmerizing. Even as women, they felt themselves drawn

in.

One could only imagine the devastating effect she must have on men.

“Her beauty may be alluring, but that’s all there is to it,” Leslie scoffed. Of all the women she

had encountered, only the Archdemon, with whom Owen had once had entanglements, had such a striking, seductive figure, one she once thought was the peak of allure.

Now, a Night Elf Queen had arrived, a natural temptress who radiated grace and allure merely

by standing there. Even Leslie, who seldom cared about appearances, felt a tinge of pressure.

She turned to Owen beside her. Men were all pigs-she didn’t believe for a moment that he hadn’t been captivated. But when she looked over, she found his gaze calm, admiring beauty for beauty’s sake.

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