CHAPTER 145: CHAPTER 97: ISN’T THIS AN ENDLESS AMMO TURRET?! ANCIENT TREANT GUARD (4600 WORDS)

Dark Night Elf Leader - Isa, upon learning she was summoned, found her emotions extremely complicated.

She had been imprisoned in this building for more than ten days.

Yet, she did not harbor much hatred; instead, as time elapsed, her mood became subtle.

The anticipated abuse, humiliation, threats, or inducements never occurred.

They seemed forgotten, with no one paying attention to them at all.

Few people came to City Hall daily, and those who did hurriedly glanced at them out of curiosity before turning away.

The expected scenario didn’t happen at all.

This made the resentment she initially held in her heart seem punctured, gradually dissipating.

Originally, she imagined that no matter how the Human Lord tortured or inflicted suffering, she would endure it, biting her teeth and refusing to yield.

Yet now it appeared... as if this territory truly didn’t need them.

This, conversely, made her nervous.

The survival rules of the Underworld — when someone is useless, the end is either abandonment or... death.

No one cares about the trash left on the ground.

Initially, those few days, she and her companions thought it was just Lear’s plan.

However, as time passed, she realized they were genuinely being ignored... because this territory was strengthening at a terrifying pace.

So exaggerated that she often wondered whether she was caught in an Illusion Technique.

The most direct observation was those fierce units riding lizards.

She carefully calculated; at first, there were only dozens, easily counted at a glance.

But in a short half month, their number increased tenfold!

The area for cultivating Cold-blooded Cavalry needed passing through City Hall; each new batch of troops she could see.

This led all Dark Night Elves to witness the entire growth process of the Cold-blooded Cavalry.

The army, increasing every day, made them feel a pressure that was almost suffocating.

While the Wetland Lizard-men patrolling the territory were gradually replaced by Lizard Cavalry.

Aside from the military aspect, the construction speed of this territory’s buildings also left Isa unprecedentedly amazed.

New changes occurred daily; half a month ago, it was empty outside with only a few buildings, but these days buildings were interconnected.

It started to have the appearance of the bustling of a city.

Even more exaggerated... some unique life forms with reed-like long hair were actually imbuing their unique Spirituality into the vine-covered buildings!!

Darkness above, extremely rare Spiritual Plants in the Underworld were produced in bulk in this territory.

Even more outrageous is how these everywhere seen Deltha people, covered in long hair, could live in such buildings!

How could Deltha, such a lowly race, deserve to live in houses made by Spiritual Plants?!

Even the lowest life they despised lived more comfortably than them, how could they accept this?

Moreover... their quality of life, even before losing their territory, couldn’t match the lowest life in this territory.

Such a stark contrast tormented them day and night.

Physical pain could be endured, but this immense difference inadvertently revealed was unacceptable for all Dark Night Elves.

Witnessing Weilu City grow day by day, various emotions rose within.

Gone was their previous arrogance.

Isa took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing her inner turmoil, and stepped out of City Hall.

Outside, her vision suddenly dimmed, a strong sense of crisis surged in, making her hair stand on end.

Startlingly turning her head, she saw a 6-meter tall monster in the distance.

The opponent had a large Cyclops on its head, exuding a fierce and oppressive aura.

That is... a Cyclops?!

She had heard about these unique life forms of the Swamp Race, very powerful.

But now... the opponent was under the command of the Deltha, carrying things.

"It’s acting as a porter?!"

Her tone carried a touch of disbelief.

Hearing this, the warrior escorting the Dark Night Elves showed a hint of pride in their eyes.

"Yes, in Weilu City, even Cyclops must participate in the construction of the territory."

No matter how legendary the beings might be?

They must still bow to the Sovereign’s will!

Just then, thump-thump~ thump-thump~ a set of solemn footsteps sounded.

Two teams of Cold-blooded Cavalry patrolled by, passing Isa.

Three-meter shoulder-high Fierce Wild Lizard paired with Wetland Lizard-man, the overall height approached 4 meters!

Taller than a one-story building.

As they passed, the amber eyes, lacking much color of the Fierce Wild Lizard, casually glanced, chilling Isa’s heart.

She... couldn’t defeat these ferocious life forms.

Even one on one, it wouldn’t work.

An intense sense of defeat grasped her heart.

Such warriors, this territory has hundreds of them.

Moreover, they were cultivated within just a few days.

This speed of strengthening filled her with deep despair.

It’s like being caught in a giant net, with no escape possible.

At this moment, her heart was also full of regret; had they known, why did they venture deep into this territory?!

This was definitely not a place they could spy on...

In the midst of her complicated feelings, Isa met the Sovereign of this land.

Handsome, youthful, with eyes as deep as the starry sky, every movement charged with the dignity of an Upper Position.

Locking eyes with him brought a sense of oppression, instinctively shifting her gaze away.

This is an autocratic ruler, cultivating a unique leadership charisma from a high position.