The green beams appeared as twisted faces at their tips, emitting a piercing sound that sliced through the air, disrupting concentration with its shrill tone.
But just as the elders launched their strongest attacks, Leslie turned her gaze upon them.
Or rather, Leslie had already sensed their approach but had not considered them worth her time. Now, as they reached her, she finally prepared to respond.
“You must be the last hope of the dark elves,” she remarked, her gaze sweeping over them.
Four Archgod-tier mages, indeed a formidable lineup. Even a celestial god-tier mage would struggle against them in a united front.
The Queen, still kneeling, frowned. She knew the strength of the four elder dark elves. But she also knew that the one standing before them was Leslie.
Thud, thud!
The sound of blood splattering abruptly echoed through the air.
The elder who had reached Leslie suddenly vomited blood and was flung backward, her chest caved in, blood gushing from the wound.
The towering tree she had summoned behind her collapsed and shattered into specks of light.
The dark elves, who had been watching this battle closely, all turned pale.
These elders were second only to the Queen in power, their last hope against Leslie.
But now, in a single exchange, Leslie had defeated them, extinguishing every bit of their hope.
Before, they believed that while these elders might not be able to defeat Leslie, they could at least buy enough time for the Queen to escape from Leslie’s influence.
But now, even that slim chance had been obliterated.
Most dark elves hadn’t even registered Leslie’s attack; they only saw her raise a hand, striking with a force that seemed to obliterate the sky itself, instantly sending their strongest elders flying.
Rachel and the others stared in open-mouthed shock.
They knew Leslie was powerful, treading a unique path, but to witness her so easily crush Archgod-tier elders was beyond their expectations.
Only Owen’s expression remained calm. He knew Leslie’s nature better than anyone, especially after her time in seclusion.
Leslie’s path was one of absolute dominance, centered around her soul’s imperial strength, commanding all forces of [Order], mana, and her Ice Emperor bloodline to bend to her will as loyal subjects.
Leslie’s desires allowed no barriers; what she despised had no place in existence.
This unmatched dominance allowed her to use her soul’s pressure to make the Dark Elf Queen submit as her servant, leaving no room for resistance.
The others, observing this astounding scene, were filled with admiration.
Many of these dark elf elders were ancient, powerful figures who had weathered the trials of time.
To see them defeated so effortlessly—and to witness the Queen’s forced submission—was something they would never have imagined possible.
Meanwhile, as the dark elf elders were defeated, the chaotic battle on the battlefield quickly subsided.
The dark elves, previously brimming with confidence, now looked dispirited, as if they’d had the very life drained from them.
The Dark Elf Queen watched the fall of her people with desperation, her heart seething with hatred for Leslie.
“Leslie, if you have any courage, fight me fairly! What is the point of using such deceitful methods?” The Queen, though bound by Leslie’s mind power, was still unwilling to concede and voiced her anger.
These elders were relics of ancient times; though they had grown powerful with age, time had also weakened them.
Injuring them inflicted a significant blow upon the dark elves.
In the Queen’s eyes, Leslie’s assault on the elders was a devastating wound to their race.
“You’re already my servant, and yet you dare speak so brazenly?” Leslie’s icy gaze fell upon the Queen, viewing her with the contempt one might reserve for a servant.
Her gaze alone caused the Queen, whose mind bore Leslie’s imprint, to tremble with fear, as though she were a mouse before a cat.
She shivered, quickly looking away with clenched teeth, a frustrated, angry expression on her face. “Leslie, what exactly do you want? I’d rather die than endure your humiliation!”
To the Queen, death would be preferable to the relentless shame Leslie inflicted on her.
Leslie observed her for a moment, noting the Queen’s impressive stature, which even she found herself admiring.
She thought having her as a servant would be quite enjoyable. But first, she had questions.
Gazing intently at the Queen, Leslie asked, “Why did the dark elves ally with Nidhogg? Why target my husband?”
Her voice was filled with commanding authority.
The Queen wanted to resist answering, but Leslie’s voice bore down on her, tearing away her resolve.
She glanced at her dark elf subjects, bound by the Moss Giants and White Tower Tech Guild below, and felt her remaining resistance crumble.
The Queen knew that no matter how fiercely she resisted, Leslie’s growth rate was terrifying. Just a decade ago, Leslie had been a god-tier mage, and now she had surpassed the Archgod level, reaching the celestial god-tier and even dominating her in battle.
With Leslie’s power advancing at such a breakneck speed, she knew that resisting was futile.
Moreover, her people had already suffered heavy losses.
If this continued, the dark elves would be annihilated, and she would go down in history as the Queen who doomed her people.
With a resigned expression, the Dark Elf Queen raised her head to look at Leslie.
Others, too, turned their gaze toward her.
Not only had she attacked the Empress, but she had also set her sights on the Emperor, a decision that had led her down a treacherous path.
“I targeted Owen for one simple reason,” she said, her voice echoing through the air. “Because of his extraordinary talent. I wanted to create the ultimate bloodline with him. That’s all.”
Everyone was momentarily stunned by her words. She had said this before, but they had thought it was just an excuse.
However, hearing her confirm it again made them wonder—could this really have been her genuine motive?
Instantly, all eyes turned toward Owen.
Owen’s face twitched.
What in the world? Had he just been reduced to a prized stud?
