And the elves did not accidentally decide to please the Earth. Behind it stood just animal fear!
But now the panic has swept the Russian president - the elves are already flying around the Kremlin and they have nothing to oppose. Like monsters broke through the lid of hell and found themselves in the cauldron ... not monsters, but the people themselves, which they brewed.
What is possible for Jupiter, then the bull is not allowed. Some elves during the battle openly engaged in love with each other. It is certainly beautiful and attractive. But it's pretentious ... The soil itself changed from the effects of erotic fluids. And on the asphalt grew majestic plants, which were not equal on earth, in brightness and splendor. Then new representatives of flora and fauna appeared. Moved walking trees, showing tremendous power. They, however, no longer met resistance, so practically all the combat potential of Russia went through transformations.
But the huge trees were besieged by churches and cathedrals that were still not affected by the techno-magic. Here the father does not want to turn into a bushes, he crosses himself. And a huge tree, quite aesthetically, slammed the priest with a fist. Well, what will you take from the barbarians endowed with quasi-divine omnipotence. It is necessary to fight the enemy, but numerous trees, with various animals that have landed from starships, are like a demonic invasion. Only priests and mullahs are able to resist the magical transformation. And then not all of them, but only true and profoundly believers.
But such, kill monsters, in more simple ways. Moreover, any weapon has already turned into culinary products.
The president of Russia wanted to call himself a priest, but ... All communications have already experienced magical transformations. And anything, to counter it, it became impossible.
The President was not a deeply religious person. Rather, even he attributed himself to atheists, but never admitted publicly, demonstrating the external reverence of religion. However, I never considered it necessary to resort to the help of a priest when it came to personal matters. But just as she saw it, she received a gift of vision (maybe from glamorous aliens), it was the church that was most resistant to the demonic influence of the elves' magic.
Now religion has shown its vitality. But very unequal forces. Humanity is so young, against the background of elves, traveling in prehistoric times through galaxies.
Here flattering elf-marshal of the thicket slipped through the barriers into the underground Kremlin bunker located at a depth of five hundred meters.
Turned out to be the president. He reflexively snatched the pistol ... And he felt just how the ice cream flowed between his fingers, with what looks like chocolate, only with an even more fragrant and probably sweet. Even the skin you feel the sugary taste of the ice cream into which this pistol turned.
The president, keeping a semblance of calm, which cost him a lot of effort (he wanted to hush in with hysteria and proceed with curses!), Asked the elf-marshal:
- Why are you doing it?
The forest elf asked innocently in the president:
- Is it that we are doing badly?
The head of state, with a heavy sigh, replied:
"You are destroying the planet!"
The thicket laughed and noticed:
- We do not destroy, but decorate the planet! It blossoms literally before our very eyes! It's only you people who ruined your planet! You turned the Earth into a giant garbage dump. The Marshal Elf spoke more and more emotionally. "We made a beautiful garden out of it." All the evil and cruel people have become something beautiful. And you, because you are a local king given the opportunity to turn to something beautiful. And the choice is given.
The thicket smiled broadly, its teeth sparkled brighter than large pearls. - I can, as a forest elf, turn you into a plant or an insect. But if you want to become a jewel, I will turn to Besone, and she from you by choice will make a necklace, earring, ring, or brooch of expensive stones.
The forest elf mocked mockingly:
"As you can see, you have a real choice, unlike your subjects, which you have disaccustomed to elect with your authoritarianism."
The president felt a surge of energy and replied angrily:
- I did not teach anyone to choose. The last election of the head of state passed according to the most democratic law in the world, and more than thirty people competed with many. And the fact that I won is the result of the merits of the entire Russian people under my leadership!
The forest elf frowned, and also angrily, replied:
- Self-confident type ... I'll turn you into a cactus ... Such a beautiful one with flowers.
A girl with petals instead of hair, and sharpened ears, raised, it was, a hand to release a magical impulse, when suddenly flared.
All the premises of the pretentious luxurious presidential bunker were flooded with dazzling colors, and even portraits of Russian commanders in gilded frames blossomed.
A woman appeared, more beautiful than one can imagine. Everything in her sparkled, aggressive perfection. Such, seeing once you will remember forever ... A month under the scythe glitters, and on the forehead the star burns.
The elf-marshal fell to his knees, exclaiming:
"I'm listening to the Goddess!"
Affa raised her proud head even higher and said:
- You see, I have perfectly coped with the operation on the ennobling of the Earth. Mankind has almost rid itself of its craving for violence and bloody vices.
The thicket bowed, and answered:
- Almost ... But it will be soon! Aggressive individuals turn to the beautiful, kind and obedient to maintain their identity!
The goddess turned her eyes to the Russian president:
"I see in difficulty what choice I make for myself ..."
The head of the almost destroyed state replied:
- I do not care ... Radish radish is not sweeter!
Affa affectionately said:
- But I do not care. Given your outstanding mind, I turn you into a precious cup!
The president of the mouth did not have time to reveal how four lightnings struck him at once: red, yellow, green and blue. And instantly in place of man there was a gleaming dazzling precious stones goblet.
The goddess beckoned to her, and the goblet flew into her widely spaced palm.
Affa uttered, filling the container with wine:
"Let us drink to the victory over the Earthlings!"
The thicket also got a cup by magic and, clinking with the goddess, said:
- To continue to contribute to our success!
The goddess smiled and noticed:
- Dark elves-marshal is now communicating with the chairman of the PRC, she will probably make of it a gorgeous hairpin that will serve as an artifact. And Angela will mess with Trump.
And with the American president, and really had to tinker. Trump hid in a Catholic church and clearly did not want to go out, gathering around him a maximum of priests. It was kind of an attempt to protect yourself from magic. And Catholicism as a more ancient religion had a much more stubborn resistance to elven witchcraft than Protestantism.
And as a result, a band formed in which elven magic was stuck. But here a few enchanted trees began to trivial break the cathedral. If you can not win, then it's better to ruin this is their motto.
Elves and smaller, but also effeminate elves rushed around the cathedral, which was turned into ruins.
Druids-bears, divided into hundreds of parts, attacked the clergy and tore them. The roof of the cathedral and its walls were demolished.
Trump desperately struggled against trying to twist his bears. The billionaire president swore at him, and tried to tear off the paws of the monsters. But they were too strong, and did not want to give in, the desperate yelp of the billionaire.
There was a radiant Angel. A light elf ordered the bears:
"Let him go!"
Trump, being at large, again swore a three-story obscurity and tried to attack the Angel. The girl-elf, being a marshal of course, is excellently trained in various techniques. She gracefully framed the bandwagon, forcing Trump to crash, with a paunch about the cathedral's cathedral.
The billionaire president rose with difficulty. His eyes spewed a whole cascade of hatred. It would be some kind of witty scam mocking the president of the world's richest power. Trump emitted such an impulse of aggression that Angela felt as if she had been moved with a baton over her head. The girl jumped back and grabbed at the whiskey.
Trump grinned and began to step on the marshal, holding in his hands a heavy, silver cross:
- That the destroyer of the cathedral, and the murderer of the priests do not like you Divine power.
And how to put a light elf with a cross. That in response as zapishchit, and bounce, as if scalded.
And the billionaire president frowned and shouted:
- May you be forgiven of your sins!
Bear-druids attacked Trump. But felt the touch of the Christian symbol began to smoke, and frightened growl. It really hurt. And even bears are roaring in all their once dried up throats.
The billionaire president, frightened off by the druids, moved toward the Angel. She waved her foot, several elves gave a volley of bows along the Trump. But the arrows did not touch the brave billionaire. Trump as prooret:
"Now I'm really angry!"
And he pounced on the Angel. The marshal barely had time to jump, but the cross touched her leg. The elf boots melted. Her leg became barefoot and defenseless. And the girl herself lost her aggressiveness. I stepped on a bare soles on the church artifact, and felt a burn. And it hurts, because you're just a girl, even for you and twenty thousand years!
Angela howled and fled. She lost, and the second boot and now flashed barefoot, pink heels. How she looked now touchingly more like a victim than an executioner turning human soldiers into lilies of the valley and dragonflies.
Other elves also lost their shoes under the influence of the cross. The girls had very beautiful and seductive legs, impeccable from the point of view of human beauty. And when their bare, round heels flashed, it looked so charming that Trump softened and suggested:
- And let's make love to you! Agree, so all of us will be much better!
Lustful elves became interested, and they prayed:
"Just do not fall us with your mighty cross!"
Trump, lowering the sacred weapon in a conciliatory manner, said: