That Time I got Turned Into a Dragonoid

"We finally cut off his right hand! Put more exhaustion and bleeding curses on it!" an elf woman shouted, her voice reverberating through the dense forest. She was clad in a revealing forest outfit, barely covering her breasts and midsection, leaves and vines intertwined with her dark, flowing hair.

"Roger that!" came a quick response from an elf man perched high on a tree branch, his keen eyes trained on the monstrous target below. Around them, several other Dark Elves moved with practiced stealth, some hidden among the foliage, others poised on the forest floor, forming a deadly circle around their prey.

Their target, a towering green orc with rippling muscles, roared in agony. His severed right hand lay on the ground, blood gushing from the wound in an unending torrent due to the potent bleeding curse cast by the elves. The exhaustion curse weighed heavily on him, forcing him to his knees, his breath coming in labored, ragged gasps.

"It hurts... it hurts so much!" he bellowed, his voice a mixture of pain and defiance. It was clear he didn't desire this battle, yet he fought with every ounce of his being.

"If it hurts so much, then why don't you just surrender?" the elf woman taunted, her eyes cold and unforgiving. She was Koirala, a high-ranking dark elf with unparalleled knowledge and expertise in swordsmanship. Her voice was a lethal mix of authority and mockery as she stepped forward, her sword glinting menacingly in the dappled golden evening sunlight.

The orc's eyes flickered with a mix of rage and desperation. Slowly, he began to rise, his massive frame trembling under the curses' relentless assault. The elves around him watched in astonishment as he managed to stand, blood pouring from his wounds.

"It hurts..." he began, his voice a strained whisper, "But I can't stop. Everything for the queen... everything for the queen!" His words grew louder, more fervent, until he was shouting, his eyes wild with a maddened fervor. With a guttural roar, he charged at Koirala, his movements fueled by sheer willpower.

Before he could reach her, three arrows whizzed through the air, striking his back with deadly precision. The impact staggered him, causing him to lose his balance. Seizing the moment, Koirala lunged forward, her sword slicing through the air. She plunged the blade deep into the orc's neck, the force of the blow nearly decapitating him. The orc gurgled, his body convulsing before collapsing lifelessly at her feet.

Koirala exhaled deeply, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. Her chest heaved with the effort, a mixture of relief and lingering adrenaline coursing through her veins.

"Finally, one down!" she declared, her voice carrying a hint of triumph and exhaustion. She glanced around at her comrades, their faces reflecting the same mix of emotions. The forest was silent once more, the echoes of their battle fading into the distance. 

But their relief was short-lived. Just as they were beginning to feel a moment of respite, the tranquility of the forest was shattered. From the bushes, a dozen demons and monstrous creatures emerged, their eyes gleaming with malevolence. Leading them was a tall lizardman, his dark-scaled skin glistening in the dappled light. He clutched a large spear, its tip gleaming ominously, and his aura exuded an undeniable authority.

He halted abruptly upon seeing the Dark Elves and pointed his spear at them. "There they are," he barked, his voice heavy with command. "Three on the ground, two in the left tree, and three in the right tree. Do not let a single one escape. Everything for the queen!"

"Everything for the queen!" the demons and monsters echoed in unison, their voices a chilling chorus. They turned their faces toward the elves, ready to charge.

Koirala bit her lip, her mind racing with fear. "How do they know all of our locations?" she thought, panic gripping her heart. "Is this where I die?" Desperation and hopelessness washed over her as she realized the dire situation.

The village was already half-destroyed, and this wasn't even the main army. The main army was miles away on a flat field, teetering on the brink of defeat against the succubus forces. Their numbers had dwindled to less than a thousand. Annihilation seemed inevitable.

Tears welled up in Koirala's eyes as she sank to her knees, her gaze fixed on the approaching monsters. She felt her heart pounding, each beat echoing her impending doom. A single tear escaped her left eye and she raised her head, ready to meet her end.

"Chinnnn..."

The loud clang of a sword slashing through the air pierced the tension. Koirala braced herself for the expected pain, but it never came. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized she was still alive. She looked up and saw the lizardman's head rolling on the ground, his body crumpling lifelessly beside it.

A stunned silence fell over the forest. Not a single elf dared to move or speak, their eyes wide with astonishment.

"Too easy!" a cute voice rang out, as if spoken by an idol or celebrity. All eyes turned toward the source of the voice. There, standing amidst the fallen enemies, was a boy with no flesh, only bones. In his hand was a sword, freshly sheathed. He was Cryptus, a skeletal warrior with an aura of confidence and mystery.

Koirala's tears turned from sorrow to relief and awe. The sudden appearance of Cryptus had turned the tide, giving them a glimmer of hope in their darkest hour. The elves exchanged glances, their spirits lifting ever so slightly as they realized they were not alone in this fight.

"Where's the main army anyway?" A seductive voice, rich and alluring, pierced through the chaos. Every dark elf, male and female alike, turned to face the source of the voice. As their eyes fell upon the woman who spoke, their cheeks flushed in unison. Before them stood the unparalleled beauty, the seductive and awe-inspiring Scarlett Nova.

Rumors of her extraordinary allure had spread far and wide, but seeing her in person surpassed any tale. Their imaginations had failed to capture the transcendent beauty of Scarlett. She was an existence beyond the mortal realm, an embodiment of divine allure and power—the mighty Scarlett Nova.

She was not alone. Flanking her were her elite companions: Li Feng, Xao Feng, Reiza, Rin, and others. Behind them, an immense army of over two thousand five hundred warriors stood ready. Though fewer in number, each one of them exuded undeniable power and confidence.

Their eyes narrowed and lips curled into smiles as they recognized the figure standing beside Scarlett. It was their prince, Augustus, or should I say Kroenen. He had guided Scarlett and her formidable force to the dark elf village, teleporting them to their aid.

"The prince has finally returned!" one dark elf shouted, his voice filled with hope.

"Oh, thank goodness, we will finally live," another elf sighed with relief, tears of joy streaming down his face.

The dark elves had been waiting for this moment, for their prince Augustus to return with Scarlett and her army, bringing with them a glimmer of hope and a chance to turn the tide of battle.

Scarlett, standing at the forefront like a queen, cast a scrutinizing glance at Koirala's revealing attire. For a moment, her expression showed a hint of approval before she turned back. Her heavy, seductive voice resonated through the air as she addressed Kroenen. "The main battle is this way, right?" She pointed forward with a commanding gesture.

"Yeah, a few kilometers ahead," Kroenen nodded.

Scarlett's lips curled into an evil smile as she declared loudly, "Everyone, I'm going first. Kill every enemy you encounter and meet me on the battlefield!" She was about to unfurl her wings when Kroenen stopped her. He produced a plain purple blindfold, its appearance ordinary but its aura unmistakably powerful.

As Scarlett's gaze landed on it, she could sense the dark, purple death aura emanating from it, living up to its ominous name, "Seal from Hell."

"Take this. You know what you have to do with it, right?" Kroenen said, his tone serious.

Scarlett simply nodded, understanding its significance. Although she had her own plans for the blindfold, she allowed Kroenen to believe she was following their strategy.

She tucked the blindfold into her spatial inventory and then unfurled her six wings. As always, it was as if a divine being had descended from the heavens. Her purplish-white wings flapped powerfully, and with a fierce cry, she soared into the sky, shouting, "Everyone, charge! Destroy every one of them!"

"Yeah! Charge!"

"I'll kill every one of them!"

"Me too!"

"Let's do our best!"

The army roared in response, their spirits ignited by Scarlett's command. They surged forward, driven by a shared determination to protect their village and eradicate the succubus-influenced foes.

Scarlett flew at an incredible speed toward the main battlefield, her presence a beacon of hope and strength. The dark elves followed, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and exhilaration. They knew the battle ahead would be fierce, but with Scarlett and their prince leading the charge, they felt an unwavering resolve to fight with all their might.

As the army charged into the village, ready to face the enemy, the air buzzed with anticipation and determination. The clash of weapons and cries of battle echoed through the forest, marking the beginning of a fierce and decisive confrontation.

Leaving her army behind, Scarlett soared through the air at rapid speed. The path that would take hours to traverse, she completed in barely a minute. From her vantage point in the sky, she looked down upon the flat grass field below. The grasses, barely 20cm tall, swayed gently in the wind. Scattered trees and numerous large boulders dotted the landscape.

What was once a scene of natural beauty was now a hellish bloodbath. The field was soaked in blood, the ground littered with the bodies of the fallen. An immense enemy army was relentlessly charging a smaller, beleaguered force.

The smaller force was the Dark Elf army, struggling desperately, teetering on the brink of annihilation. Among the chaos, many succubi swarmed, their seductive forms twisted with malevolent glee. Most of the succubi, however, were gathered at the far end of the field, near a makeshift throne where the twin sisters observed the carnage with smug satisfaction.

Scarlett's eyes gleamed with a manic light as she took in the hellish scene below. "Ahhh... beautiful," she murmured, a cruel smile spreading across her lips. She reveled in the sight of countless dead bodies strewn across the battlefield and the living tearing each other apart for the whims of their leaders.

Her laughter rang out, echoing across the sky, growing louder and more unhinged. "I would love to watch this forever, but the sun is almost down, and night is coming. I just want to go and rest in my room, so I'll hurry it along," she declared with a menacing edge to her voice.

"Elves, dark elves, succubi—f*ck everyone. I'll end this with one attack and go home," she sneered. With that, she cupped her hands, forming a complex symbol with her fingers.

Suddenly, an immense magic circle appeared in the sky. It was a pentagon, and inside the pentagon was a massive star, so large that the people on the ground appeared like ants. Following that, another circle appeared just below the pentagon, this time a heptagon, and below that, a final circle with a rhombus.

Scarlett looked down at the battlefield, her gaze cold and uncaring. "Too bad these dark elves have to die too, but who cares? They are sacrificing themselves for victory," she chuckled darkly.

"Well then!" she exclaimed, bracing herself and focusing on the magic circle above with an immense evil grin. The air around her crackled with raw energy as she prepared to unleash her devastating attack.

The warriors on the ground, both friend and foe, looked up in horror and awe at the colossal magical construct forming in the sky. Panic and desperation spread among the ranks of the dark elves as they realized the impending doom descending upon them.

Scarlett's grin widened as she relished the fear and chaos below. "Let's end this," she whispered to herself, her voice filled with twisted glee. With a final surge of power, the magic circle began to glow ominously, ready to unleash its catastrophic force upon the battlefield.

The fate of all those below hung in the balance as Scarlett's laughter echoed through the sky, heralding the impending destruction that would soon befall the land.

At their last moments Scarlett stopped laughing, Her evil grin winding more and more with final moments. She says, "Nuclear Magic!,"