Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 338 - 321 Caught You

The battle between the players and mercenaries continued fiercely, while the clash between the Black Dragon Mairrel and several Silver mercenaries was heating up...

With each passing moment, players and mercenaries fell in battle, blood splattered across the ground, and bodies slowly faded away or turned to ashes scattered by the wind. Mairrel, too, accumulated numerous wounds under the onslaught from all sides.

Of course, the dozen or so Silver mercenaries besieging Mairrel did not gain much of an advantage.

They found that this juvenile Black Dragon was far more powerful than they had imagined.

Even with thirteen of them besieging together, and having used a Six-Circle Magic Array in advance to control the dragon, two less skilled Silver Professionals still unexpectedly perished under its sharp claws and Dragon Breath.

The standoff between the Black Dragon and the Silver mercenaries gradually stabilized, but the ordinary mercenaries found their battle growing more difficult due to another sudden incident.

In the archer and mage areas of the mercenaries, which were tightly protected, hundreds of mercenaries suddenly drew their weapons, turning to kill those who had focused their efforts on dealing with the enemies on the outer edges.

These were the first-test players disguised as mercenaries who had infiltrated the mercenary group.

As the war wore on, they had gradually moved to the poorly defended and unguarded mages and archers among the mercenaries.

In the confusing eyes of other mercenaries, these powerful first-test players suddenly turned against them, laughing uproariously as they caused mayhem within the mercenary ranks...

With the attacks from the first-test players, the entire battlefield became even more chaotic, players on the periphery cheered, while the mercenaries showed signs of collapsing.

The battle grew increasingly brutal, the ground was already dyed red with blood, yet no one noticed that the blood splattered on the ground seemed to be drawn by some unknown force, starting to move along a specific trajectory.

Thus, a huge and complex magic array formed beneath the battlefield.

At the very moment the array took shape, dozens of "Duke’s Mages" hidden among the mercenaries drew daggers from their bosoms and decisively stabbed them into their hearts.

The surrounding mercenaries were bewildered by their sudden suicides. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Then, in horror, they witnessed jets of black blood beginning to spurt from the chests of these self-sacrificing mages.

The bodies of these mages melted instantaneously, like ice and snow meeting a flame, transforming into a vile black sludge.

This sludge quickly merged with the magic array on the ground, and the quiet array emitted a deep and glowing brilliance, releasing wisps of black mist.

An evil and chaotic aura began to spread incessantly throughout the battlefield.

The mercenaries in battle felt their bodies become heavy, as if something was tugging at their legs.

Instinctively, they looked down, and in horror, they discovered black arms emerging from the ground, grabbing onto their bodies and emanating a sinister, dark energy that relentlessly invaded their bodies...

As the encroachment continued, the mercenaries were appalled to find their bodies beginning to swell, growing layers upon layers of black and hideous scales.

Players also fell victim to this bizarre power’s encroachment.

However, the black arms could only grasp the players’ bodies without penetrating their flesh.

Even so, the players were startled by the sudden change:

"Holy crap! What the heck is this? It scared me to death!"

"Shadow? Shadow monster? This thing is pulling at my leg!"

"Chop them down!"

The weapons exchanged from the shop seemed to have an unexpectedly destructive effect on these strange arms.

The players expended little effort in clearing away the bizarre black hands ensnaring them.

However, the mercenaries at the center of the massive magic array almost entirely began to mutate toward monstrous forms.

With the invasion of black energy, most had already lost their senses, letting out bestial roars.

At this time, the first-test players finally recognized the changes in the mercenaries:

"This is bad! They’re mutating into Despair Scale Monsters!"

"We can’t let them change! Kill them quickly!"

The dozen Silver mercenaries battling the Black Dragon also noticed the changes occurring on the battlefield.

They were shocked and angered to witness the mercenaries being relentlessly overtaken by the bizarre power, turning into monsters.

However, they soon ceased to pay attention to others.

For, to their horror, their bodies too began to succumb to the encroaching black power.

At this moment, the earliest mutated mercenaries fully transformed into complete monsters.

The menacing black armor and signature dragon tail marked them as the Despair Scale Monsters the players had once encountered!

Yet, even after becoming Despair Scale Monsters, their bodies’ mutations did not end; they continued to swell.

With the swelling, countless cracks appeared on their bodies, from which black mist endlessly spread...

In the end, they reached their limit, and with agonized howls, their bodies burst into masses of black mist-shrouded sludge.

These sludges, seemingly coming to life, instantly surged toward the Black Dragon Mairrel, who was restrained by the Devil Vine.

Mairrel was also suffering from this bizarre power’s encroachment.

Though its body had not undergone any mutation, its gaze grew vacant and dull.

Almost without resistance, it was wrapped by the surging bizarre sludge.

"Caught you."

In a hidden space, an elderly voice slowly echoed, carrying a hint of satisfaction.

Then, intense spatial fluctuations began to ripple across Mairrel’s body.

Under a deep radiance, its enormous body suddenly became illusory, twisted, and gradually disappeared...

This was the Teleportation Technique.

Not magic, but a teleportation unique to mythical creatures.

Every mythical existence, upon entering myth, could consume divine power within their plane to teleport to where their abilities could reach.

However, this time, the one casting the teleportation was not Eve, but the Despair Dragon Nidhogg.

The notion of mercenaries hunting the Black Dragon was merely a facade.

Her true objective was to take advantage of the chaos to infiltrate her power into the battlefield, capture the Black Dragon, and teleport it back to her domain.

She didn’t need to reveal herself, and refused to expose her presence.

No matter who the opponent was, nor what traps were laid, Nidhogg would never step into them.

The only goal was to capture the target.

Nidhogg believed no one knew she could execute such a teleportation.

For in truth, this teleportation was easily interrupted by other mythical beings. Within a realm governed by another mythical being, it could easily be stopped if not disturbed.

However, having harnessed Abyssal power, Nidhogg had a method to simulate a Divine Domain from afar using Abyssal power, temporarily isolating the powers of other True Gods.

The large magic array on the ground was used by her to simulate a Divine Domain.

Thus, no matter who the opponent was, they couldn’t prevent her from teleporting the Black Dragon away within her simulated Divine Domain.

Of course, this Divine Domain was fake and could be easily broken by a mythical being.

Nonetheless, Nidhogg seized this time gap.

She had succeeded.

Mairrel’s figure vanished, the magic array on the ground collapsed suddenly, leaving a group of mutated mercenaries and players continuing to battle amidst the havoc.

Meanwhile, in a hidden underground ruin somewhere in Fengye Territory.

An illusory dragon-shaped figure coiled in the depths of the ruins.

Suddenly, before her, a deep radiance flickered, revealing a wounded juvenile Black Dragon.

It was Mairrel.

Seeing the Black Dragon appear before her, the hazy dragon face of the illusory figure displayed faint satisfaction and joy.

She extended an illusory dragon claw, reaching for Mairrel.

Yet, just as she was about to grasp him, Mairrel’s vacant gaze suddenly turned vibrant.

Its scarlet vertical pupils transformed into a pair of resplendent purple eyes, instantly locking onto the illusory dragon silhouette.

"Caught you."

An ethereal and melodious female voice echoed throughout the ruins.

The smile that had formed on the dragon-shaped spectral face froze.