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Ella sighed.

"Hmm...but unfortunately, that's not enough."

Isadora gently stroked the book's cover, as if reluctant to leave, before using her magic to control the book to fly back to the only intact bookcase in the corner.

"But I think I might not be able to wait for your answer in the future. I have too many concerns and too many desires. If I persist in the end, I might lose everything in order to grasp everything."

"So I intend to see their answers... to see if they can confirm His ideas to me."

Ella raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I don't quite understand."

Isadora didn't answer, but smiled again, then slowly shifted her gaze from Ella to the library door in the distance.

"You'll find out. It's about time, and they've arrived."

"Rumble--"

"A thunderous roar—" A sound like thunder accompanied Isadora's words, rumbling beneath the dome of the ancient library, like a whisper and echo from the heavens. The doors swung open, and a beam of golden light shone through the cracks.

Elder Antar entered through the door, staff in hand, and the faint yet dazzling light emanated from his staff.

Then, the clergy of the Fog City Sanctuary and many adventurers filed in, their armor scarred by battle, their pristine white robes now stained and mottled from the ravages of war.

When their gaze fell upon Ella, who was tightly bound in the Blood Realm Cage in the center, and Isadora, who hovered to the side, immaculate and like a god looking down upon all living beings, their faces turned pale, and their inner horror and unease were clearly revealed.

That immense magical power, like an insurmountable chasm, lies between mortals and gods. Even a glimpse of it is enough to instill fear in one's heart, as if the power of life and death rests entirely in the hands of that high and mighty being.

Ella felt somewhat relieved to see the support team appear from afar; at least her actions had received some response.

But that's all... The Empress's strength within her own divine kingdom has clearly surpassed the Saint rank. Even Greta admitted that she had no chance of winning, and perhaps she has even reached the other side of mythology.

“Go back, everyone, He is not someone you can contend with.”

Therefore, Ella could only slightly move her throat and softly persuade them to return.

The fact that Queen Isadora and Ella speak to each other in a gentle and pleasant manner does not mean that they will treat these "ants" whom she despises in the same way.

This is a deity without any laws or threads of fate. If you anger her, these players and believers may be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry, Your Holiness, but this is our decision."

Elder Antal, resolute and determined, raised the temple's white staff high, pointing it directly at Isadora. His voice, like a bell, resounded throughout the hall: "All personnel, heed my command! Form ranks! Objective—rescue the Holy Maiden and defeat the vampire queen Isadora!"

The Templar Knights charged forward with their shields raised, the priests chanted holy incantations, and the players, though their hands trembled, resolutely raised their muskets and longbows.

"Hey, are you guys crazy?!"

Ella's eyes widened. "You can survive if you go back. I can handle it myself. Isadora won't kill you. Don't do something pointless!"

“You see, Lydia, humans are always so intriguing, aren’t they?”

Isadora smiled faintly, looking down at the crowd below, her arms outstretched, her palms gathering thick crimson energy.

“Even with fear lurking in their hearts, they will still point their swords at the gods for what they believe in.”

"He often says that mankind can create miracles, so let me witness with my own eyes whether the miracles He speaks of can reverse all of this."

The Empress's arrogant voice gradually rose in pitch, echoing throughout the hall like a mighty divine power.

"I am the Fourth True Ancestor, the Vampire Queen Isadora Miraca."

"Come, you insignificant humans, prove to me your determination to break that tragic cycle of reincarnation!!!"

"Holy Light, this enemy is worth fighting!!!"

The announcements of war from both sides echoed simultaneously in the hall, with specks of holy light gracing the silver arrowheads and muskets.

"Shoot the arrow!!!"

As the command was given, arrows and lead bullets, like sparse meteors piercing the night, met the Empress's unassailable figure.

Chapter 183 Melee

Elder Antal probably never imagined that forty years later he would utter those words again on the battlefield.

Back then, he and countless comrades stood shoulder to shoulder in Ghost Valley, facing the overwhelming hordes of winged blood servants without flinching; and now, even with only a few hundred remaining soldiers, they would not be afraid for the sake of the Holy Maiden who had led them through the Blood Moon Tide.

Dozens of arrows and silver bullets, imbued with holy light, streaked through the air like meteors, heading straight for Isadora. But she casually waved the crimson torrent in her hand, weaving it into a scarlet curtain, effortlessly absorbing all the attacks without harming her in the slightest.

"Silver bullets, I really miss them."

Isadora even had the leisure to stretch out two fingers and pick up a fired bullet from the curtain of blood, observing it with great interest.

Despite the combined effects of the silver and the holy light, her jade-like fingertips, shimmering with wisps of smoke, seemed to feel no pain whatsoever.

"Templars, charge!"

But this miraculous performance did not stop Elder Antar from issuing orders. With his loud shouts, dozens of Templar Knights gripped their lances, formed ranks, and charged toward Isadora with a roar.

However, Isadora merely flicked her wrist once more, and a storm originating from the frigid lands arrived in response, transforming into a violent force that easily tore apart the knights' solid formation. Even the players and priests behind them were not spared, and were swept into chaos by the raging air currents.

They were like helpless fallen leaves in autumn, manipulated by an invisible hand, at the mercy of the gale, fluttering and dancing in every corner of the hall, having lost all ability to resist.

But not long after, these people staggered to their feet, perhaps because the black mud covering the library floor cushioned their injuries, but there was no doubt that Isadora was not serious.

She seemed to be waiting for something, using only a little magic to send these humans flying and falling to pieces again and again, but she didn't kill them. She even ignored the unprotected priests who were healing the injured knights and players after they recovered.

"Isadora, that's enough. What do you want? You know perfectly well that they can't possibly be a match for you."

After watching the players and priests of the Sanctuary being tortured by Isadora like playthings time and time again, Ella, trapped in her cage, finally frowned and bit her lower lip.

Isadora ignored them, only gazing with an almost regretful look at the survivors who were supporting each other, covered in wounds and panting for breath, and sighed softly: "Perhaps I placed too high expectations on them. Miracles are ultimately just illusions."

"It's time to end this boring battle."

Her voice was arrogant, and a chilling aura spread from beneath their feet. The players suddenly realized that this was a sign Isadora was getting serious; everything before had been nothing more than a hunter manipulating its prey. And the next spell would truly be filled with murderous intent.

They staggered and gathered together, hastily constructing a defensive line under Elder Antar's command. Isadora calmly chanted incantations, seemingly in no hurry for this moment, but this delay would be their last breath.

However, before the incantation was finished, her voice abruptly stopped, replaced by a curious exclamation. Then, a deafening roar exploded behind her, and the outer wall of the hall collapsed with a crash.

Isadora stopped chanting, no longer looking at the players and priests who were already at their last gasp, and turned around to slowly walk to the gap in the wall.

Below, the city streets, which were originally occupied by red mist and monsters, are now densely packed with people.

The massive cannons that had just breached the outer wall were the ones positioned behind the crowd.

Players, palace guards, royal police... and even the city's defense forces on the city walls, people from all walks of life, led by a group of about twenty people at the front, fought their way from the red mist filled with monsters to the foot of the tower.

This was the Seven Stars Society led by Li Cheng. With the holy light summoned by Freya raising her scepter in the team, they dispelled the fog and gathered people willing to fight all the way from the south, crossing most of the city to reach the foot of the tower.

Aside from the Holy Light, bathing the body in Holy Water can also help resist the erosion of the mind by the Red Mist. Although other players who join along the way usually do not have Holy Water, players like the Seven Stars who experienced the Battle of Storm Harbor can exchange Holy Water from the shop using Universal Points.

The Seven Stars have accumulated a considerable amount of Holy Water over the past six months, and players on the road are amazed to see them handing out Holy Water like they're handing out bottled water. Even players with the Priest class are stunned.

But it was precisely because of this extravagance that the army that gathered under the tower and broke through the red mist could fill the streets and alleys at a glance.

Standing at the front of the group, Li Cheng grabbed a megaphone and shouted towards the tower, "Vampire Queen Isadora, release the Holy Maiden!!!"

Li Cheng...

Ella's lips twitched; this kid actually actually came.

However, looking down at the vast number of humans, Isadora simply chuckled, her feet hovering in mid-air as she leisurely passed through the gap blasted by the magic cannon and strolled into the sky beyond the tower.

"At this level, it's barely acceptable."

……

At the same time, the outer wall of the tower.

Ye Xiao, who had stuck a knife into the wall and was hanging outside the tower, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"Holy crap, this is insane! They actually dare to fight!"

His gaze pierced through the smoke and looked down at the battlefield below the tower. There, Isadora, like a soaring eagle, descended without hesitation into the center of the battlefield, engaging in fierce combat with a mixed army of tens of thousands of players and natives.

The sky and the ground were shrouded in a storm of ice and blood. In this chaotic vortex, with each swing of Isadora, hundreds of warriors who were on high alert were scattered helplessly on the stone streets like flying sand.

"This is outrageous! This empress must be some kind of reincarnation of a war maniac."

Ye Xiao stared in astonishment at the fierce battle below.

"What's wrong?"

Greta, who had spread her wings and raised her two little hands above her head to create a red barrier, turned her head and asked.

Earlier at the top of the tower, when the vampire queen unleashed an extreme cold storm, it was Greta's force field spell that saved Ye Xiao's life.

That attack distorted the terrain of half the tower, covering that half with an aura of condensed ice, and attracted a bunch of flying blood servant monsters from the red mist, forcing Ye Xiao to have Greta help hold them off while he climbed up.

"It's nothing, we need to hurry. But thanks to Li Cheng, I should be able to sneak up without being detected."

Fortunately, Cynthia's wolf claw divine authority was preserved. Ye Xiao, with Greedia's greedy gold coins in his mouth, frantically exchanged them for magic power, and his speed of ascent was not only not slow, but could even be described as ghostly fast.

With Greta's escort, the towering structure that reached the clouds soon revealed its rooftop.

Chapter 184 Understanding and Considerate

"Now that we've arrived, what are your plans?"

Greta, who was standing next to Ye Xiao, asked in confusion.

To be honest, she actually wanted to grab Ye Xiao and find a corner to hide in, but Ye Xiao would definitely not agree to that.

But to fight that vampire queen... there's really no chance of winning. If she hadn't protected him just now, Ye Xiao would have been dead!

"Don't worry, I came here because I thought of a way to try."

Ye Xiao gently patted Greta's head to comfort her, and then leaped onto the rooftop at the bottom of the tower.

At this moment, the top of the tower had been torn apart by the raging extreme cold storm, and snowflakes swirled everywhere. The vampires of Mist City, protected by the Queen's shield, gathered bewildered on one side of the still-intact altar. Only Princess Elina remained vigilant. Upon seeing Ye Xiao, she immediately questioned, "You're still alive? What tricks are you trying to pull while Her Majesty the Queen is away?"

"Your Highness, you seem to have no attachment to human emotions."

Ye Xiao approached step by step, his tone not without sarcasm, "I heard that the Queen of Valen raised you for many years, yet you turned against her without hesitation. Isn't that a bit too cold-blooded?"

"Don't mention her to me. She killed my mother; this is her retribution!"

Alina shouted angrily, "You humans are all the same, using hypocritical excuses to cover up your evil deeds!"

"On this point, I think Your Highness might need to reconsider."

As Ye Xiao spoke, he slowly pulled an exquisite jewelry box from his pocket, his actions carrying a profound meaning.

"What does it mean?"

Alina asked warily.

"These are her belongings to you."

Ye Xiao shrugged easily. "I think we should show this to you first before making a decision."

Earlier, after a fierce battle in the palace, the duel between Ye Xiao and Valentine left the Queen's bedroom in a mess.

After the war, Ford unexpectedly discovered this jewelry box in the ruins. It was the same box they had noticed earlier for its unusual arrangement, but hadn't investigated further at the time due to a lack of further clues. Now, in the aftermath of the battle, almost everything else was severely damaged, but this box remained intact, clearly indicating its special nature.

“We rearranged the jewelry according to the Queen’s habits and found an empty space that required a hairpin to open.”

Ye Xiao shrugged and said, "Although it was abrupt, I found that hairpin in your room."

"Who gave you permission to enter my room..."

Alina's expression darkened, then she seemed to realize something, her face freezing instantly. "Wait, the hairpin you mentioned, could it be..."

"This is it."

Ye Xiao took out a hairpin inlaid with a deep blue gemstone from inside her clothes; the end of the hairpin still had a faint bloodstain on it.

Alina's pale face turned even paler upon seeing the hairpin; her lips trembled slightly, as if tormented by a painful memory. She quickly took two steps back, crying out in terror, "Don't let me see this! Take it away!"

Ye Xiao raised an eyebrow and put the hairpin away.

"Alright, as you wish. However, we have already opened the box beforehand, so... please take a look for yourself."

After saying that, Ye Xiao gently tossed the jewelry box, which drew an arc in the air before landing in Alina's hands.

She caught it hastily, her azure eyes lingering on the box for a moment, but ultimately she chose not to open it. "There's no need. What's the point of telling me all this now?"

"How could it be meaningless?"

Ye Xiao stroked her chin. "Because you think you killed her?"

Alina's body trembled visibly, then her gaze suddenly turned fierce. "Yes, I will not only kill her, but I will also wipe you out, you damned human."