The dragon's harem

Chapter 1925: The Moon Elves

The moon elf woman had drained all of her mana so much that she was on the verge of passing out, and Arad didn’t need to waste time waiting for her, and then going through the trouble to make her talk. He had a better and easier plan.

”Cerilla, Jasmine, you two stay here. I’ll go check on that tree. Zephyr and Aella are doing a good job watching the elvish border, so we don’t need to worry about that abomination attacking back.” He smiled, ”Believe me, Zephyr can be scarier than me.”

Cerilla approached him, looked at the moon elf woman, and nodded. ”I’ll get her locked up for now. She is called Biana, and today was the representative of the moon elves. A race of elves that only has women replicate through the tree.” She pointed at the sapling of Qliphoth.

”I see, I’ll keep that in mind.” He took a step and appeared right at the entrance of the moon elves’ village. He had tried to teleport directly to the base of the tree, but ended up here. He didn’t know how it worked, but this tree had prevented him from getting any closer.

”Was it a barrier, or an active array?” He looked around and took a step toward the village’s entrance. At that moment, he heard a woman shout from the walls. ”An intruder, SHOOT!”

An arrow flew at Arad’s face faster than sound and hit him right on the forehead. The arrow’s tip was made of black steel, and the shaft from Qliphoth’s wood, which made it far stronger than regular arrows. But still, the arrow exploded the moment it hit Arad’s solid forehead like a piece of ice hitting a steel wall.

Sparks exploded everywhere, and in the next moment, hundreds of arrows rained down on him with terrifying precision, all hitting him on the head, throat, heart, and joints. It looked like he was getting showered by five machine guns rather than a few hundred archers all firing their bows at blinding speed.

And then, one of the arrows managed to pierce his eye and come out of the back of his skull in a splash of blood. Arad didn’t flinch, but his other eye quickly moved and looked toward the archer who fired the arrow. It seems that since the regular arrows couldn’t harm him, they brought special ones.

The archers were now pulling arrows from large barrels full of black resin, probably one drawn from Qliphoth, the world tree of time. Did that explain why they could harm him? No, but it at least gave him a lead.

At that moment, Arad was getting showered by thousands of those enchanted arrows, and his entire body was rapidly getting filled with holes. Even with all of that, he didn’t take a single step and kept watching and observing the village in eerie silence.

The moon elves were shitting bricks as they saw him still standing with over ten thousand holes in his body, and soon brought their massive ballistae to finish him off. The ballistae fired massive bolts that were two meters long, and over a foot thick. Tens of those massive bolts all roared from the walls and showered Arad in a pelting rain of death.

The entire area where he stood was set ablaze by pale, dark flames, and nothing but ash and smoke seemed to have remained. Those bolts were the moon elves’ trump card, just as the high elves and dark elves had their own.

”Did we get him? The hell was that thing?” One of the elves cried and looked at everyone behind her with a terrified face. She quickly got a cold reply, ”No one knows, but he tried to reach the sacred tree.”

”LOOK!” One of them quickly screamed with a terrified face as she pointed toward the still-burning ash. It was there, bubbling blood boiling from the hot ash like a spring of pure water coming from the ground, and from that blood, Arad emerged once more with a large smile across his face.

He still couldn’t figure out how those arrows and bolts could hurt him, but it didn’t matter now. They can bypass his resistances, so he only needs to dodge them and make his way to the tree. The only problem is that he didn’t want to harm the moon elves, because they are most likely being controlled by that stag abomination.

He started chuckling, and one of the elves gasped. ”He’s a vampire!”

Arad burst laughing and pulled his massive punt gun out of his stomach. To the elves, it looked like he just pulled it out of the roiling blood on the ground, and they had never seen such a massive gun in their entire lives.

”Qliphoth controls times, so I guess that’s your game.” He smiled and fired the punt gun at the massive gate, blowing a hole right in the heart of the massive wedge they used to keep it locked. As the elves heard the punt gun roars, all of the archers rushed down to barricade the gate before Arad could rush in.

The moment the elves reached the titanic gate, they saw it explode and get shattered to pieces as Arad kicked it with all of his strength, sending splinters of steel and wood flying everywhere as he rushed in, engulfed in a red mist of blood and black void.

”Kill him!” The commander of the elves shouted at the top of her lungs, but paled the moment Arad glared at her with glowing red eyes and a crazed smile. ”I see... time.”

The tree was manipulating time to slow him down and accelerate the elves and their arrows, which explained the ridiculous kinetic energy they held. He was now inside the tree’s elemental expansion, and thus at a huge disadvantage.

If anyone besides him tried to invade the moon elves, they would probably get massacred with ease. With such power, Arad couldn’t understand why they worshipped the abomination and not the tree. But he’ll find out soon. All he needed to do was beat those elves and reach the tree.

One of the soldiers jumped at him with a rapier, another fired an arrow, and four more surrounded him with shields and spears. They were fast, and he was far too slow now... but due to the vast gap in power, it seems that all the tree could do was bring them down to an equal playing field.

Arad dodged the elf’s rapier and grabbed her by the face, then smacked her on the ground as he dodged the spears and arrows. He was still a bit faster than they were, so as long as he fights well, they won’t stop him.

”Also... really, only women?” Arad could smell everyone’s blood, and was certain that 100% of the village’s population was women; there were only several thousand of them, but all were trained fighters.

^No elderly, no men, no kids, no young ones, just women in their prime? Something is fishy around here.^ He looked at the one he had just smacked on the ground, and she was out, frothing at the mouth.

He left her on the ground and rushed at the shield bearers, kicked one of them so hard that her arms shattered, and grabbed the second arrow the archer fired at him, then threw it back at her, hitting her on the thigh.

”He kicked the gate down! Shields are useless, dodge his attacks!” The elves’ commander shouted, and Arad smiled as he watched the shield bearers unable to discard their shields in time before he knocked them all down.

At that time, more than six hundred soldiers were rushing down the walls, coming from the streets, and surrounding him by an entire army.

”Give up! Vampire!” The commander shouted, ”You might kill a few of us, but you can’t possibly defeat an entire army.” She pointed at him with her sword. ”We’ll give you a painless death.”

”Kill?” Arad looked at her with a smile as he opened his arms wide. ”You’re free to try and kill me, but keep one thing in mind. I’m not killing any of you.” He took a step forward and kicked the woman he first knocked out so hard that he had sent her flying and screaming toward the commander.

As the commander watched the woman crash by her side, she glared at Arad with a furious face. ”You bastard.”

Arad started kicking all of those he knocked and sent them toward the commander, ”I’m not killing any of you, but I’m not against breaking a few of your bones.”

He stared at her with a grin. ”I’m only here for that stag’s head, get out of my way, and you won’t need to shit in bed for the next month.”

”Don’t listen to this fool!” One of the knights rushed in. She wore fullplate armor, held a giant sword, yet still moved faster than most of the soldiers. Arad casually threw a punch at her, but she dodged and tried to slash his legs.

She wasn’t just faster than the other soldiers; she was far more skilled than they were. Probably, the woman Arad spoke with was a general, and this one is the commander... He needs to observe the elves more and find out about their ranks.

Arad dodged the knight’s sword with ease and swung his palm at her butt, smacking her so hard that she was sent flying, screaming her lungs out as the steel plating on her butt shattered to pieces and revealed the torn bare skin.

As the knight finally stopped rolling, she was still maniacally screaming and crying, unable to stay still, and resting in pure agony.

”Here you go, she won’t be sitting for next month.” Arad looked at the terrified soldiers, ”So? Who wants to end up like her?”

Even though they were all terrified, they still charged at him at the command of their general.