Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 161 Destruction Of Duke Dressrosa Army(I)

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"M-Master…" she whispered, her voice faltering.

"You don't need to call me that," he said, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Luo Li, do you want to visit human cities?" Luis rested his head on her shoulders as he questioned.

Luo Li's face turned crimson, her earlier resistance melting into shyness. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded softly.

"I've always been curious about the human world," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But… would I even fit in there? I'm… different."

"You are not different, you are very much like humans, let me tell you in my world there are fairies as small as palm, ugly goblins and giants hundred of meters tall."

Luo Li blinked, her lips curving into a small, hesitant smile. "Fairies and goblins?" she asked, a flicker of curiosity shining in her eyes.

"Are you making that up?"

"No, let me show you. What i will show is the city of Elves."

Luis said as he waved his hands. Under the puzzled eyes of Luo Li a swirling vortex began to form.

Seeing this she tried to push Luis and stood on guard against the unknown thing in front of them.

"Relax, that is my thing" Luis held her tightly as he said.

What is that, she turned towards him and asked

"This is a portal, that can bring you to my world. Actually my family is not from here and is from very far away place. Let me tell you your father can be fully cured and will have chances to become stronger."

Luo Li froze, her wide eyes darting between the swirling vortex and Luis. Her mind raced as she processed his words, her heartbeat quickening with a mixture of fear and hope.

"My father... can be cured?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

Luis nodded, his grip on her tightening slightly as if to reassure her.

"Yes. My Family has resources and knowledge that are beyond anything you've seen here. His might already be treated."

"So, lets go i will show you different sceneries in there"

"Will you stay with me?" she asked, her voice barely audible. "If I go... will you be there?"

Luis smiled softly, brushing a thumb against her cheek. "Always. Wherever you go, I'll be right by your side."

With this said, Luis caught her by her waist and fish tail. As a mermaid, before becoming a foundation building cultivator, transforming into human legs is very hard. At least, there is no such magic spell in here.

Luo Li's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as Luis effortlessly held her by her waist and the delicate curve of her fishtail. Her natural shyness bubbled to the surface, and she instinctively tried to cover her face with her hands.

"L-Luis… this is… embarrassing," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

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Half-Elf Kingdom, Southwestern Border.

The Dressrosa Knights were camped near the edge of Shadow Canyon.

Commander Garcia finished drinking his broth, casually wiping his mouth before addressing Marquis Dawson, who sat beside him.

"If we travel another thirty miles, we'll reach Shadow Canyon, right?"

"Yes, Your Excellency," Dawson replied, his tone as respectful as ever.

Although Dawson had been granted the title of Baron and sworn allegiance to the Azov Kingdom, he remained under the command of the Dressrosa Knights, and more importantly, under Commander Garcia.

"Send someone ahead to investigate thoroughly," Garcia ordered.

Baron Dawson smiled faintly, his expression tinged with disapproval. "Sir, this is the Half-Elf Kingdom. What danger could possibly exist here?"

"It's always better to be cautious," Garcia said firmly.

"Understood. I'll make arrangements right away." Seeing Garcia's insistence, Dawson nodded and reluctantly agreed.

After their rest, the army set out once more.

Commander Garcia rode at the head of the formation as they entered Shadow Canyon. A look of unease shadowed his face.

"Dawson," he said, "did you send scouts to investigate the canyon thoroughly?"

"Of course, Marquis. Rest assured, my men confirmed it's completely safe," Dawson replied confidently.

Garcia nodded but remained tense as they advanced. The deeper they went, the more uneasy he felt.

The oppressive silence of the canyon gnawed at his nerves, and an ominous feeling settled heavily in his chest.

"Stop advancing!" Commander Garcia barked, his voice cutting through the stillness.

"Sir, what's the matter? We're only halfway through the canyon," Dawson asked, stepping forward with a puzzled expression.

"It's too quiet here!" Garcia's eyes narrowed, his voice steely as realization struck him.

Without hesitation, he issued a new order: "Reverse the formation! Rear guard to the front, front guard to the rear! Retrace the original route—withdraw immediately!"

"Sir..." Dawson began to protest, confusion and doubt in his tone.

But Commander Garcia didn't waste time on explanations. He motioned for the officer to deliver the order at once.

As the cavalry began their reformation, a thunderous roar suddenly echoed through the canyon.

Boom!

Commander Garcia spun around, his eyes widening as a blinding flash erupted from the cliffs on both sides of the canyon.

The terrifying explosion felt like the wrath of the heavens, shattering the hilltops and sending massive boulders hurtling down into the heart of the Black Cavalry.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The thunderous crash of rocks colliding with the ground was drowned out by the screams of soldiers and the panicked neighing of horses, echoing through the canyon.

Commander Garcia's face turned ashen. In the chaos, his gaze snapped to Baron Dawson, who stood wide-eyed beside him.

"Fran Dawson! You traitor!" he roared, his voice like a whip cracking through the din.

Baron Dawson took an involuntary step back, his face a mix of shock and denial.

"Commander, I swear—I'm innocent! You must believe me!"

Garcia's piercing eyes locked onto Dawson's, searching for the truth.

"Prove it!" Garcia spat. "Are you willing to die to clear your name?"

Dawson's face flushed blue and red as the weight of the accusation bore down on him. Around them, countless eyes, filled with suspicion, bore into him.

"I—" Dawson stammered, his voice faltering. "I swear, Commander, I am innocent!"

Before the tense exchange could continue, shouts echoed from above the canyon. Harsh voices from unseen enemies demanded the Black Cavalry lay down their weapons and surrender.

The situation for the Dressrosa Knights was dire. The narrow terrain of Shadow Canyon had forced their formation into a vulnerable cluster, making any organized charge impossible.

To make matters worse, the massive boulders had cleaved their ranks in two, severing communication and trapping most of their soldiers in a deadlock.

Commander Garcia, however, remained unshaken. His sharp mind quickly assessed the grim situation.

Summoning his officers, he asked with a steady voice, "Does anyone here wish to surrender?"

"Never surrender!" the officers responded in unison, their voices unwavering and resolute.

A faint smile tugged at Garcia's lips.

"Good," he said, his voice carrying a quiet strength. "Knights of Dressrosa die in battle—they do not surrender."

He straightened in his saddle, his gaze burning with determination.

"Order the entire army to dismount!" he commanded. "We'll advance on foot and fight our way out! Prepare for battle!"

Woo——

The shrill blast of military bugles shattered the tension, signaling the start of battle.

As one of the most elite armies in the North—and perhaps the entire Azov Kingdom—the Dressrosa Knights were not ones to shy away from a fight to the death. Even stripped of their greatest advantage, their desperation ignited a fighting spirit that burned fiercely, catching the eye of friend and foe alike.

Led by their officers, the Dressrosa soldiers abandoned their horses and charged toward the valley entrance on foot. Clambering over obstacles, they shouted the name of Duke Dressrosa, their battle cries echoing like thunder as they surged forward.

"Those bastard elves!" one knight roared. "They killed Miss Vera—and now this ambush! Destroy them!"

As they rushed forward, the enemy came into view: a line of elves armed with bows, their arrows gleaming ominously under the dim sky.

"Shoot!"

A command echoed from the elven ranks, and the air darkened as a storm of arrows filled the sky, descending like black clouds upon the charging knights.

But the rain of death did not deter the Dressrosa Knights. Undaunted, they pushed forward, emerging from the narrow canyon like an unstoppable tide of locusts. They pounced upon the elven positions with unmatched ferocity.

Blood stained the ground as the clash began, painting a gruesome tapestry of war. Corpses littered the battlefield, each life snuffed out in the unyielding frenzy.

The mouth of the valley quickly became a ghastly spectacle. The fallen Dressrosa Knights piled high, forming gruesome hills of flesh and armor. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, almost suffocating.

What had seemed like a certain victory for the Elf Army began to crumble. The confidence in their ranks gave way to fear as the relentless assault of the knights shattered their composure.

It was as if those charging forward weren't human at all—but savage beasts driven by sheer madness.