Fallen Chronicles

"Pfft Hahahahaa"

The dark-skinned elf couldn't help but let out a scornful laugh when she saw the whip appear in Renji's hand.

She had thought that Ashen, unwilling to submit, would choose to fight hard, directly battling her in this space, trying to kill her as a way out.

In reality, she would never dare to face the legendary emperor directly. The painful experience of being sliced by Ashen five hundred years ago was her eternal shadow, but here in this space...

The dark-skinned elf snorted coldly.

She was the ruler of this space, no matter how powerful Ashen was, it was impossible for him to defeat her here.

Moreover.

'What is this?'

Even if he wanted to conjure a weapon to fight her, was this tiny whip serious? There was not a trace of elemental attachment on the whip. Could this even be called a weapon? Not to mention adding extra power, at least there could have been some sharp barbs on the whip? Maybe even coat the barbs with poison, so that when the barbs tear her skin, the poison could seep into her body through the wounds.

The elf imagined in her mind what she considered a suitable whip, and then looked again at the one in Renji's hand, feeling even more contemptuous. Was this all that legendary and undefeatable Ashen, once mighty, had become?

'Even if I stood still and let the whip hit me, it couldn't cause me the slightest injury, right?'

On the other side.

Renji didn't care what the dark-skinned elf was thinking. From her face, her lofty, complacent disdain and mockery were apparent.

But it didn't matter. Renji, holding the whip, swung it directly at the dark-skinned elf with all his might.

Swish!*

The whip, swung by Renji, made a 'whooshing' sound as it cut through the air. As for the dark-skinned elf, as if to deliberately humiliate Renji, she really stood still, not even dodging, intentionally letting the whip hit her to show Renji how childish and ridiculous such an attack was.

Smack*

As expected, the crisp sound of the whip echoed quickly in the dark space. The unobstructed whip struck the dark-skinned elf hard.

But to say "hard" might not be appropriate, as Renji was not skilled with a whip to begin with. The attack lost much of its force halfway through, and when it actually hit the dark-skinned elf, it was completely ineffective.

'Uh...'

'Hmm?'

'It didn't hurt, true, but what was this slight itching sensation?'

The dark-skinned elf furrowed her brows.

She glanced instinctively at the spot on her arm where the whip had struck. The tea-egg-colored skin was still smooth and tender, as she had expected. The laughable attack from the other side couldn't even leave a mark.

Before the dark-skinned elf had time to wonder further, Renji's next lash of the whip came flying towards her.

Facing the whistling whip, the elf, still intent on humiliating Renji, stood her ground without dodging. This time, Renji's whip landed on her left leg, making a crisp "snap" sound.

From the sound, it was clear that it was much louder than the first strike, indicating that Renji was getting the hang of using the whip, gradually learning how to attack with it.

However, in terms of effect, it seemed to be in vain. The leg of the dark-skinned elf that was whipped still showed no sign of injury. It was just...

Just trembling slightly.

Indeed.

If the first time was just an illusion, then the second time, with the increased strength of Renji's whipping, the itching sensation from the whipped part became more apparent.

If it was just simple itching, that would be fine.

She could still mock Renji with a comment like, "Are you trying to tickle me?"

The dark-skinned elf had indeed planned to do so.

Until

Her body, following the itching sensation, started to feel...

Pleasure?

It was this uncontrollable pleasure that caused her legs to tremble uncontrollably now.

'What in the world?!'

The dark-skinned elf was full of questions, but she had no time to "understand" her own body, as Renji's third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth whip strikes came in quick succession.

First awkward, then familiar, Renji's frequency of swinging the whip became faster and faster, each strike stronger than the last. The whip in his hand moved rapidly through the air, even forming whip shadows, and the strikes on the dark-skinned elf were like a violent storm.

Smack* Smack* Smack* Smack* Smack*

If there were damage numbers to show, Renji's strikes on the dark-skinned elf's head would probably be showing a constant stream of "-1" or "-0".

But on the other hand...

Although the dark-skinned elf was not his contractee, and thus he couldn't see her status bar, the fact that she started trembling all over, her skin flushing pink wherever the whip struck – not the red of whip marks, but an excited pink – undoubtedly proved that his guess was correct.

Suppose the dark-skinned elf wasn't deceiving him and her current body was indeed once Miyuki's, then she should also possess Miyuki's two special talents.

In short, these were: becoming stronger the more she was hit, and being unaffected by positive blessings, but negative curses would actually increase Miyuki's attribute bonuses the more severe the curse.

Due to these two characteristics, Renji in the game would often start battles by whipping the elf knight, using this method to increase Miyuki's attributes.

As for why it was the protagonist who did this, although it's a bit sad to say, the fact was that the underdeveloped protagonist was the weakest in the team with the lowest damage in the start. Even if he attacked Miyuki, it wouldn't cause her much loss of health.

So, Renji remembered clearly that during that period, his "protagonist" almost became Miyuki's exclusive "power bank" character.

That's why Renji now summoned the whip so naturally and started whipping the dark-skinned elf, as this was something he had often done in the game and had repeated countless times.

In the dark-skinned elf's current status bar, there were probably many increases in all attributes, along with various enhancements to herself.

It was precisely this attribute enhancement that turned into the expression on the face of the dark-skinned elf across from him, a joy she wanted to hide but actually couldn't conceal at all.

Yes, the elf who initially looked at him as if looking at an insect, with a mix of cold snorts and mockery, now only had an expression of intense panting on her face.

Her cheeks flushed, her mouth involuntarily open. When she realized her own gaze, she tried to clench her teeth and press her lips together again, as if struggling against her body's instincts. At the same time, she frowned and glared angrily, her red eyes seemingly filled with rage towards the despicable, perhaps even thinking that her body's change was some trick of his own.

The next moment, as Renji's whip struck again, the elf women's mouth was the first to falter, opening wide immediately. Even her tongue inside seemed to tremble, threatening to protrude. The eyes that had just seemed ready to breathe fire now became misty, with the hint of tears about to form.

'No, this can't go on!'

The elf admitted she might have gotten carried away. No, she had underestimated Renji. She didn't know what trick he was using, but if this continued...

She felt her head starting to spin, her spirit becoming unstable, causing the space they were in to show signs of breaking.

She had finally seized the opportunity to trap her lifetime enemy "Ashen" in this space. A once-in-a-lifetime chance, she couldn't let him go before obtaining Ashen's genes and bloodline!

However, just as the elf women prepared to use her great willpower to actively dodge Renji's whipping, another unexpected event occurred.

She suddenly saw a blur before her eyes, and the next moment, her consciousness returned to her original body in the "Sanctum" of the Old Alliance.

'What's happening?'

When the elf saw the Forgotten Ones, her "children", also appearing around the round table in the "Sanctum," she realized something.

When her presence was needed in reality, her consciousness would be partially pulled back.

But the question was

'Why at this crucial moment?'

…..

Meanwhile.

The Forgotten Ones around the round table were also perplexed.

"Mother, why did you urgently summoned us, is...?"

'I urgently summoned them?'

'When did I summon them?'

Hearing her children's words, the elf was stunned and astonished. But before she could inquire or respond, in her other half's consciousness, the equivalent of an "unconscious" spiritual body naturally couldn't dodge the whip. Soon, another sensation of Renji's whipping transmitted through her spiritual body, directly affecting her.

Thus, in the eyes of the several Forgotten Ones below, their most respected, most beloved, and for some, the most "infatuated" mother...

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The elven women couldn't hold back, and a high-pitched, sharp moan echoed directly within the Sanctum of the Old Alliance.