I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The Elves stationed atop the walls and towers immediately went on high alert. In the distance, the glow of light revealed a formation of soldiers marching toward them.

Sharpening their vision, the Elves focused on the approaching troops. What they saw was surprising, though not particularly terrifying.

They counted about twenty soldiers—seemingly from the Daemons of Calamity and the Ogre faction. They marched toward the palace at a steady pace, as if fully prepared for battle.

"Why are they only sending twenty soldiers?" one of the Elves standing guard atop the tower asked, confusion evident in his tone.

His companion beside him also looked puzzled. "I don't know. Maybe they're just idiots."

"No, I don't think so. In this situation, when both sides are preparing for war, something like this seems even more suspicious."

"Hmm... you're right. What exactly are they planning? Damn, now you're making me anxious."

It wasn't just the two of them who noticed the arrival of the twenty soldiers. Hundreds of Elves stationed around the area murmured in similar confusion.

The mages on the walls and towers quickly relayed what they saw to the mages inside the palace. Those inside, in turn, passed the message to the advisors and King Gulben in the throne room—now repurposed as a war room.

"Twenty soldiers from the Ogres and Daemons?" King Gulben repeated, his tone filled with confusion as his brow furrowed. "Are you certain?"

"That is what the mages outside reported, Your Majesty. They sounded very sure," the mage inside the throne room confirmed.

The advisors, King Gulben, Aurdis, and the generals in the room all shared the same perplexed expressions. No one knew what kind of trick Laston was playing by sending only twenty enemies.

Anxiety crept into their thoughts.

There was still no confirmation that these twenty Ogres and Daemons were under Laston's control. But who else could be orchestrating an alliance between two factions that despised the Elves? Their timing was too perfect, appearing just as Laston was preparing to launch his war.

"We can't take any risks, Your Majesty. We must strike now!" one of the advisors urged.

King Gulben did not respond immediately, lost in thought.

"That's right, Your Majesty. I don't think we should allow them to get too close before launching our attack," another advisor added.

At last, King Gulben agreed with their assessment. Since there were no objections—even Aurdis nodded in agreement when he looked at her—he made his decision.@@novelbin@@

"Attack them immediately. Make sure they are eliminated on the spot."

The mage nodded. "Understood, Your Majesty." He prepared to send the order to the leaders stationed on the walls and towers.

BOOM!

However, before the message could be delivered, a loud explosion erupted from outside, shocking everyone in the room.

"What happened?!" King Gulben demanded.

The mage quickly received an update from the outside. Without hesitation, he relayed the report to the king and everyone present.

BOOM!

Another explosion followed—this one even louder than the first.

Unable to remain still any longer, King Gulben rushed toward the balcony to see for himself what was happening.

When he finally laid eyes on the scene, his brow furrowed deeply.

The twenty Ogres and Daemons were now encased in metallic constructs, their bodies wrapped in an unfamiliar, imposing armor.

King Gulben gritted his teeth. This was not good. It was now clear that Laston was behind all of that army's movement.

"ATTACK!" King Gulben's voice echoed through the air, amplified by the Magic he channeled into his throat so that all his soldiers could hear it.

The archers on the walls and towers immediately fired their enchanted arrows. Hundreds of glowing projectiles streaked through the darkness, illuminating the night.

The arrows passing through the Magic barrier because it came from the inside. The barrier will repel any object from outside, but will let the attack from inside it to launch freely. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

The attack landed directly in the midst of the enemy forces.

BOOM!

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The enchanted arrows struck their targets with pinpoint accuracy, explosions of light flashing as they impacted the metal-clad figures.

But instead of piercing through or causing any visible harm, the attacks merely fizzled out upon contact. The soldiers of Daemons and Ogres remained standing, completely unharmed.

A moment of stunned silence fell over the Elven archers as they watched the impossible thing happened before them.

Then, eerie crimson runes etched into the armor of the Ogres and Daemons began to glow. The sigils absorbed the Magical energy from the arrows, flickering brighter with each impact before fading back into the cold steel.

"What… what is that?!" one of the archers gasped, gripping his bow tighter.

The enemy forces remained motionless, standing in perfect formation as if taunting the defenders.

Then, without warning, the absorbed energy began to ripple across their armor, the runes pulsing in synchronized waves. The enemies army extended their hands then scannon appeared in each of their hands.

A hum filled the air, followed by a sudden burst of energy radiating outward from their bodies.

The very Magic the Elves had launched at them was now being redirected — twisted and sent back with greater force.

A shockwave of energy erupted from the enemy ranks, rushing toward the walls like a tidal wave of power.

The unleashed energy slammed into the Elven Magic barrier, shaking the shimmering dome around the walls and towers.

King Gulben, still watching from the balcony, clenched his fists.

"Damn it… those runes are absorbing and repurposing our attacks. Laston must have inscribed them himself!" His mind raced, searching for a way to counter this.

Meanwhile, the twenty armored warriors remained unfazed. Not jist that, they start to to laugh. Their presence now more menacing than ever.

Then, as if in response to the first strike, they finally began to move —marching forward in perfect unison with faster pace. Each step reverberating through the night like the drumbeats of an impending storm.

The Elf archers and soldiers watched as the enemy marched toward them, their movements filled with an unmistakable thirst for blood.

Previously, twenty Ogres and Daemons wouldn't have been a problem. With their powerful Magic, the Elves knew they could crush them in mere seconds.

But now, another force had strengthened the enemy. Those metal armors, reinforced with runes, could absorb Magic and turn it against them. What was once an insignificant force had become a terrifying army.

Realizing the danger, King Gulben immediately issued another command.

"Send the soldiers and attack them directly on the ground," he ordered. "Do not use Magic. They can absorb it. Use melee attacks instead."

Upon hearing the command, the generals sprang into action, quickly relaying orders. Twenty soldiers were chosen to engage the enemy head-on.

The lower gates swung open, and the Elven warriors shot forward, their swords and spears gleaming under the moonlight.

There was no fear in their eyes. Any hesitation had long been replaced by an unshakable resolve to protect their home.

The Ogres and Daemons drew their weapons — massive greatswords, spears, war hammers, and serrated blades, their edges gleaming menacingly in the darkness.

"WAAAAARGGHH!!!"

A deafening war cry erupted from the enemy ranks, and in an instant, the two forces collided. The battle had begun.

The moment the two forces clashed, the battlefield erupted in chaos.

The Elven warriors moved with precision and speed, their blades flashing as they attack.

But as their weapons met the Ogres' and Daemons' armor, they found their attacks barely making an impact. The metal shimmered armor, absorbing the force of their blows.

The Ogres attacking back first. One of them, a hulking brute wielding a massive war hammer, swung downward at an Elf.

The soldier barely managed to roll aside, but the hammer struck the ground with such force that the earth cracked beneath it.

Another Ogre holding a serrated greatsword slashed sideways, catching an Elf's spear mid-thrust and snapping it in half before delivering a brutal backhand that sent the Elf flying.

The Daemons were just as deadly. Faster than their green-skinned ally, they weaved through the battle with claws reinforced with metal plating that extended into wickedly sharp blades.

One of them lunged at an Elf, their weapons clashing in a flurry of sparks.

The Elf ducked, attempting to counter with a swift thrust, but the Daemon twisted its body unnaturally ans avoid the attack before driving its clawed fist into the Elf's abdomen, sending him sprawling.

For every Elf that attack, the enemy attack back harder. Their armor didn't just protect them—it empowered them.

The Ogres and Daemons began to fight even more aggressively. They feel invincible right now.

The Elves, realizing that their usual tactics weren't working, adapted quickly. Rather than attacking the armor directly they aimed for weak points like the gaps between the plates and the exposed joints.

A skilled Elf warrior ducked under an Ogre's swing, pivoted, and drove his blade beneath the beast's arm, piercing flesh.

"ARRRRGGHH!!!"

The Ogre roared in pain but didn't fall. Another Elf leaped onto a Daemon's back, wrapping his arms around its throat in an attempt to choke it out, but the creature twisted violently, throwing him off.

The battle was turning desperate. The Elves were skilled, but the enchanted armor of their enemies gave them an overwhelming advantage.

Unless they found a way to break through the defenses, this battle could end in disaster.

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