Seventeen, S*M Queen Invincible

  Seventeen, S*M Queen Invincible

  The canyon on a winter's night, all sounds are hushed. There is no insect chirping, no bird calling, wild beasts have retreated to their warm nests for hibernation, even the stars are hidden behind thick clouds, the mountains and fields are filled with darkness and coldness, making people feel a sense of inexplicable panic.

  Thousands of colorful tents stood behind the earthen and wooden palisades on a vast open plain at the bottom of the canyon, forming a circle around the large tent in the middle. Several piles of campfires flickered listlessly among the camps, loud snores came from inside the tents, as well as murmurs of dreams in various languages.

  Outside the barracks, on a crude watchtower made of branches, several sentries who were unfortunately assigned to night patrol struggled to open their increasingly heavy eyelids, yawning and leaning against the fence, silently counting down the time until they could change shifts.

  Due to the need to wait for the artillery to return and transport the heavy guns, the Elf Army had no choice but to temporarily station in New Morsbroich Castle today. For safety reasons, the camp was set up in the middle of an open area, more than a mile away from the surrounding hills. In this way, even if the defenders could move the artillery to the top of the mountain and fire into the camp, it would not have much effect.

  And the perimeter of the camp was also set up with a large number of alarm seals and magic traps, although they were all some low-level stuff, but for a place like New Elyria that lacked mages, it should be enough. Therefore, although there were occasional loud noises coming from the fortress on the mountain, the sentries still snored peacefully - after sitting on the bumpy sea boat for so long, they hadn't recovered yet and had to fight and march again, even an iron body couldn't take it. Even the notorious "Ghost Rose" couldn't change this reality, she could only turn a blind eye, pretending not to see.

  A sentinel leaning on a long spear dozed off and was awakened by a sudden urge to urinate. He lazily yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and moved to the edge of the watchtower, pulling out his thing and spraying a thick, smelly column of water outside. The concept of hygiene in this era is still quite backward, and the military camp stationed in the wilderness never has the habit of digging toilets, so they solve their bowel movements on the spot, and the army will move its camp every now and then because of the unbearable stench. On the other hand, except for inside the tent, there's no need to keep any place clean.

  The sentinel hummed a nameless tune, enjoying the novelty of shooting water high up. Halfway through urinating, he inexplicably glanced upwards and suddenly shuddered; the second half of his urine changed direction and coincidentally poured into the mouth of his companion Zhang Da, who was lying on the ground next to him, yawning.

  But before this foul-mouthed wretch could jump up and curse, a huge black shadow had already plunged into the guard tower, and the splashing ** instantly turned into flames in the air. The raging inferno that followed engulfed the wooden guard tower, sending them tumbling to the ground amidst the flames, where they danced together in a dance of death!

  One by one, dark shadows fell silently in the evening wind, and the military camp, which had been asleep, suddenly burst into flames, erupting into a chaotic mess, followed by a cacophony of human voices. Amidst this were the soldiers' mournful cries.

  "It's on fire! The enemy is raiding the camp!"

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  Under the night sky, the camp of the 8,000-strong elite army was ablaze with flames shooting up to the sky. Half of the officers' and soldiers' tents, food storage warehouses, and transportation carts were set on fire. Soldiers with their bodies on fire ran wildly in all directions, screaming in various languages, while frightened horses galloped around, spreading the flames further to areas that had not yet caught fire. The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning objects.

  A squadron of black paper airplanes swirled and descended in the airflow formed by the fierce flames, and as they landed, the glass bottles suspended under their bellies shattered from the impact, releasing the incendiary gel inside. This kind of sticky substance was extremely vicious, igniting spontaneously upon contact with air; once it stuck to one's body, no matter how hard one rolled on the ground, it couldn't be extinguished. Covering it with soil could smother it, but once again exposed to air, it would reignite. Washing it off with water was also difficult. The unfortunate soldiers who were hit were either frantically stripping off their burning clothes and armor or rolling around in agony on the ground. As for the tents and vehicles that had just caught fire, no one had any mind to deal with them anymore.

  As the flames ignited, more and more paper planes were launched into the sky using simple slingshots made of coarse rope and wooden stakes from various hills towards the fairy army camp. Although their landing points were extremely inaccurate, most of them landed far away from the camp, and even those that flew into the camp were easily intercepted by the awakened fairy mages. However, there were just too many of these things! With an entire new city of Mor'Sobral as a backing, the manpower and resources available for mobilization were extremely rich, and Phil had launched over 30,000 this time. Even if the grass and trees in the valley were covered with snow and difficult to ignite, the cowhide paper and wooden strips that made up the plane's body were themselves the best fuel. As a result, not only the fairy army camp but also the entire valley was ablaze!

  In the midst of chaos, a small number of elven mages were still trying to use magic to stop the enemy's fire attack. Some wanted to use water balls to extinguish the flames, but the large fire caused by the incendiary gel was not something that could be put out with just this amount of water. Using water to rescue oil-based fires is also a common sense mistake.

  Some elf mages used magic missiles to shoot down paper airplanes, but they couldn't change the reality that they burned when they landed, and the number of paper airplanes far exceeded the total number of magic missiles they had prepared.

  There were still some spirit mages who tried to blow the paper airplanes away with strong winds. If they had done so from the start, it might have had some effect, but now it was too late. Not only had the flames in the camp risen high, but the enemies on the mountain had also dismantled the anti-magic array and were using scrolls to store strong wind magic to boost the paper airplanes. At most, they could only make the paper airplanes circle around the periphery of the camp. Due to the fire that had already started within the camp, these magically created winds further fueled the spread of the flames, inadvertently helping the enemy instead. Even the central main tent, which was originally considered safe, was ignited by sparks blown from elsewhere, and Sophia Liria, who had just woken up, was choked by the thick smoke and had to be dragged out by several guards.

  Soldiers filled with fear ran in all directions, trying to escape the fire, but all around had already been surrounded by flames, burning more fiercely than in the camp. Those who wanted to get out had to take the risk of jumping over the wall of fire. A group of brave ones made an attempt, only to turn into balls of fire, either writhing on the ground in agony or rolling and crawling into snowdrifts. The rest could only shrink back again, enduring the bitter suffering.

  Although suffered a considerable loss under the sudden blow, Sofia Liriano was not an ordinary general who could be easily defeated by a big fire. After the initial panic, the awakened "Ghost Rose" quickly showed her cleverness and cunning.

  Under the commander's orders, the elven mages ignored the soldiers' cries and stopped their futile fire-fighting efforts. At the commander's signal, they gathered in a clearing at the center of the military camp, where dozens of church knights pushed aside tents and wooden chests to create a firewall. With long swords, they ruthlessly cut down the dazed soldiers who rushed forward. Amidst the chaotic scene, a small area of calm was cleared out.

  Most of the mages formed a circle, muttering low incantations and repeating intricate hand gestures. A green magical aura rippled out from their feet, concentrating the powerful magic at the center of all the mages. Several young mages who were clearly still novices were stationed along the perimeter of the isolation zone, tensely using magic missiles to shoot down any paper airplanes that might fly towards the magical array and disrupt this high-precision yet weather-controlling large-scale magic.

  "Whoosh!"

  As the magic circle was activated with all its might, a torrential downpour created by magic suddenly formed above the military camp. Under the massive water flow, the raging flames were greatly suppressed and seemed to be extinguished in no time.

  "Bang! Crack!"

  As a crisp whip crack descended from the sky, one of the elven mages in the formation suddenly burst into black smoke, flashing with electricity before falling to the ground. The damaged magic array immediately caused a magical backlash. Since the severity of the backlash is usually directly proportional to the level of magic used, and the artificial rain was absolutely high-level. As a result, all the elven mages participating in the spellcasting vomited blood and fainted, some even dying on the spot. The artificial rain produced by the magic array also disappeared naturally.

  "Wicked invader, I represent justice and punish you!"

  In the midst of frantic shouting, agile figures leapt down from hang gliders in the sky, their long whips flashing with electricity. As soon as they landed, these brave daredevils splashed out highly corrosive acid from containers they carried on them, driving back the nearest enemy, then discarded their cumbersome robes and grabbed electric nine-tailed whips to flail at any nearby target with reckless abandon.

  The dare-to-die corps organized by the Ameita Church wore black tight-fitting leather armor under their long robes. These leather armors were originally modified from the elf-made magic-resistant helmets that were intended to be equipped with the hand-to-hand combat teams of the giant bear legion. Unfortunately, in the gentle and weak New Nazaroth, it was really hard to find enough men who were braver than the dwarves. So Fili had no choice but to repaint them black to adapt to night battles and handed them over to the S*M girls of the Ameita Church, which turned out to be surprisingly effective.

  In the flames, a female warrior wearing black tight leather armor galloped back and forth, the crackling sound of her whip swinging was incessant. Soldiers trying to counterattack were electrocuted and fell into the fire. These guys were driven out of their tents by the big fire, most of them didn't even have time to put on their clothes, let alone weapons. In front of the female warrior's whip with a powerful electric current, they could only cover their heads and flee in disarray.

  A small number of soldiers who had managed to gather their equipment opened fire on the female warriors with a volley, but were completely blocked by the black armor and failed to cause any harm - the spirit-patterned magic-resistant armor was not something that ordinary bullets could penetrate, and Sophia's motley army would naturally not have such high-end equipment.

  The female warriors of the Aemita Church showed astonishing combat power in the burning military camp, and although they were less than a hundred people, they defeated tens of times more enemies without any resistance. They fought like crazy tigresses, using acid sprays, electric whips, hand grenades, and daggers, and even when cornered, they used their nails to scratch and teeth to bite, as long as they still had breath, they continued to fight with a will that was similar to that of a mentally ill person, which was truly terrifying. And their high-quality black tight leather armor made most attacks ineffective, so the one-sided battle quickly overwhelmed

  If Sophia's sprite army were a well-trained and organized regular army, they might have been able to hold out against the Ametta Church's female warriors with their overwhelming numbers. However, unfortunately or fortunately, Sophia's troops came from all over the world, mostly humans who had been oppressed by the sprite colonizers, even prisoners of war from countries that were at war with the sprites, and many sailors and laborers who had not received any military training. These guys didn't even speak the same language, let alone have any organization or formation, and their fighting spirit was basically hopeless. Sophia completely relied on the sprite officers' whips and slaps to drive them onto the battlefield. What's worse, the defenders, through the old black dragon Holmes who had switched sides, clearly understood these circumstances, which is why they launched this surprise attack that overturned all military conventions.

  Normally, such a motley crew would have been brainwashed with magic and divine arts before the battle to ensure they could be used safely. However, looking at the current situation, it's absolutely impossible for any spirit mage to still have the ability to do this.

  "Help!"

  "Run quickly, a scary woman is coming!"

  "The fire has subsided, hurry and escape!"

  Due to the brief heavy rain just now, many gaps appeared in the firewall around the camp. In a series of blows, the elf soldiers who were frightened and broke their courage scattered in all directions, rushing wildly in different directions. The equally confused elf officers and church knights were powerless to stop them.

  "Don't run! Quickly accept the punishment of justice!"

  The female warriors, far fewer in number than the enemy, swung their beautiful whips and shouted slogans as they broke through the wall of fire, relentlessly pursuing them until they were driven far from the battlefield. The defeated soldiers eventually collapsed completely, with hundreds and thousands kneeling down to surrender. The female warriors then strung them up by the neck with ropes, leading them back in rows like dogs. This victorious pursuit battle, which was vastly outnumbered, finally came to an end.

  After this battle, the Ameita Church became a hero in saving New Tesleril, and its popularity among the people soared. The elegant appearance of these female warriors, holding long whips and wearing black tight-fitting leather armor, driving strong enemies to have no way to escape, also made all the women in New Tesleril, as well as the entire world, fall for them. The Ameita Church even made it the standard uniform for its clergy, and planned to gradually promote it worldwide. In Phil's view, promoting S*M was much easier than promoting Ameita's original doctrine, and developing towards this advanced direction that represents the world trend, this strange church might have a brighter future.

  Even ordinary people have a great interest in this set of costumes, and for almost the entire DR1991, black tight-fitting clothes and nine-tailed whips became the most popular women's fashion on the new continent. Countless young and old women wore black tight-fitting clothes, wielding nine-tailed whips, imagining a large group of men crying and begging for mercy under their whips in front of the mirror, and couldn't help but feel hot-blooded. Even Phili Taylor's adult products business improved a lot because of this, and even got many new product ideas from these female customers.

  Good grief, the mighty charm of S*M Queen is indeed universal in any world!