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Lucas knew that one bite would be the end of it all.

But what will he gain after it's over? Humanity's victory? The Fog City and the Apple?

Why... of all people? Evelina.

Tears welled in the werewolf's eyes as he struggled to control his surging emotions. Just as he was about to close his sharp teeth, a hand gently touched his blood-stained jawbone.

"Alright, you've done enough. You don't need to do this kind of thing."

Lucas was surprised. He turned his eyes slightly and saw a girl dressed in white with flowing silver hair standing beside him.

At the same time, Isadora regained control of the body and gently pushed the werewolf's massive body into the nearby ruins.

The moment the werewolf flew out, a cloud of black mud emerged from his body, enveloping him in a ball and cushioning the impact.

"It's alright, Miss Lydia, this may be your only chance to kill me."

Isadora rose gracefully, a gentle breeze carrying away the dust from the folds of her clothes.

"Oh, Your Majesty, you must call me the Holy Maiden of Light when you're out in public."

Ella's deep red eyes reflected Isadora's figure, and from beneath her skirt, several jet-black tentacles quietly emerged. "As for the opportunity, rest assured, I will grant your wish."

"...You don't seem to care about your name at all."

After Isadora finished speaking, her eyes glanced at the horizon and she noticed a barely perceptible crack on the red moon in the night sky. "You successfully persuaded Alina?"

"It's more accurate to say that she chose humanity."

Ella shrugged.

"Betrayed by my two closest blood relatives in one night..."

Isadora gave a wry smile. "It seems this really is fate."

"They might just not understand what you mean."

Ella smiled gently.

"I don't need to be understood."

Isadora waved her hand, "Saintess of Light, let's settle this."

Chapter 187 The Power of the Gods

White snowflakes drifted in the blood-red twilight. Amidst the ruins, Isadora and Ella walked slowly away from the crowds and towers to a more open area.

Li Cheng and the members of the Holy Temple led the remaining troops away from the factory area along the outer edge, clearing out the surrounding civilians and creating as much space as possible for the two to fight.

Fortunately, after Alex died, the mist that would corrupt people's hearts and summon monsters dissipated, saving the trouble of arranging holy light protection for so many people.

"Back up! Brother Bear, back up! Our prison boss is out, so don't go up there to see him off..."

He held up a megaphone like a street vendor hawking his wares, his loud voice drifting from the edge of the battlefield to Ella's ears.

The latter almost lost his composure.

How does this kid manage to always speak with a憨口 (simple and honest) tone, no matter the atmosphere?

"How is it? Is this place alright?"

Not far away, Isadora asked very considerately.

"That should be fine. Thank you for your mercy."

Ella opened her palm, and a small ripple of space spread out from her palm.

Because the Red Moon is damaged, the laws of the mortal realm have begun to integrate into this world, divine authority has been restored, which also means that the power of the Vampire Queen will be gradually suppressed.

Even under these circumstances, Isadora still agreed to Ayla's small request, leisurely finding a war far from the crowds, thus giving the players ample time for the allied forces to evacuate.

Thinking back on everything that had happened, even though she was now on the opposite side, unlike the enemies she had encountered before, Ella couldn't say she harbored much hatred towards this opponent.

"Although the die is cast, I still want to ask one last question, Your Majesty... is there really no way to reconcile?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Lydia."

Isadora shook her head. "The years when I compromised with the God of Light were the most painful time of my life. I thought about why for a long time, and finally I understood that a stubborn old god like me cannot bow down and accept the torrent of fate."

"So I will eventually rebel, even if it means being shattered to pieces."

Ella sighed softly, and finally reached into the small space door that opened in her palm and pulled out the pitch-black demon sword.

Seeing this, Isadora finally smiled.

The two stood facing each other, snowflakes falling on the blood-soaked battlefield, broken armor lying in the mud, and broken halberds and swords standing like silent tombstones.

The Queen then gently recited the final opening remarks.

"Go forth, Holy Maiden of Light."

The next moment, deep black flames suddenly erupted from Ella's body.

The demonic blade was drawn in an instant, and its crescent-shaped blade light, carrying the sacred fire replicated from the sun god, instantly tore the battlefield apart.

Isadora lightly raised her fingertip, unleashing several deep red arrows of blood that traced arcs like slender snakes gliding through the air, colliding with the unstoppable blade's edge in mid-air.

In an instant, a deafening explosion shook the heavens and the earth. The intertwining of scarlet magic and black fire stirred up a raging wave of air that instantly flattened the remaining ruins and rubble around them.

The impact stretched for miles, shattering windows on intact streets and buildings outside the battlefield. Players who dared to climb to the rooftops and watch from afar with brass binoculars were blown away like dust by the sudden storm.

"Holy crap, is this some kind of Star Wars movie?!"

Players near the outer edge were starting to lose their composure. They had retreated almost three miles away, but the aftershocks of the battle over there were enough to shatter their retreat formation.

As if struck by an earthquake, the group swayed from side to side. Some of them, remembering how they had charged at the enemy who had caused such a commotion while carrying shields, felt a wave of fear wash over them.

Meanwhile, after Ayla finished swinging her sword, she pushed off with her feet and charged towards Isadora, riding the lingering aftershocks of her magic.

Isadora chanted softly, and deep blue magic circles unfolded beneath her feet, gradually covering the vast land that had become a crater, like a giant clock face.

Ella's eyes widened. This was the first time she had ever seen a vampire queen summon such a blue magic circle. Its scale was so large that it could be spread over a mile. Even the entire Templar Knights she had seen in her previous life, when they formed a magic circle, probably couldn't do this much.

In the next instant, a powerful icy storm suddenly erupted centered on Isadora, and the swirling air currents transformed into a towering white tornado.

This storm, which could be described as a natural disaster, swept from the earth to the clouds, and the entire battlefield was swallowed up in an instant.

The biting cold stretched across most of the eastern district, causing most of the players who were still hesitant and wanted to wait and see to quickly take off running.

"I'm not watching anymore, damn it!"

When the storm subsided, everything in sight on the battlefield was frozen into chilling ice sculptures.

Yet, in the heart of this winter-ravaged land, a giant black bud encased in icebergs stood out prominently before Isadora.

She glanced at the flower buds in the ice wall, only to see a winding crack appear on the tough ice surface.

"boom"

Immediately afterwards, the mountain-sized ice block shattered into countless fragments, and the large black flower inside suddenly bloomed.

The silver-haired girl stood in the center of the open petals, a sword held horizontally, and a dark magic circle appeared in front of her.

The Gate of the Abyss.

As Ella murmured, countless silts gushed forth from the black flowers like a mountain stream overflowing its banks.

The frozen earth was immediately submerged by a torrent of black mud, which spread in all directions, turning the battlefield into an abyss that resembled a plunge into hell.

Just as Isadora was about to be submerged, her bat-like wings suddenly spread out from her back, and with a flap of her wings, she soared into the sky.

Her petite figure weaved through the swirling, giant waves of mud, like a bird battling the waves, while simultaneously unleashing several streaks of deep red lightning from her chest with her fingers spread wide.

Ella raised one arm high, manipulating the surging mud to try to catch the tiny figure in her field of vision, but suddenly saw a beam of red light flash past before the mud wave crashed down.

"Snapped"

Before she could react, a long, blood-red serpent formed from lightning, a mile away, cleaved through the air, its sharp fangs piercing through four or five waves of mud that rose up and struck Ella's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

The divine power suddenly exploded, instantly blasting her into the churning mud below.

Her chest was pierced by a gaping hole, blood and flesh still raw, and the red electric current flowed through her meridians like thousands of ants tearing at her.

But Ella's beautiful face only twitched slightly from the pain. Before she could give any command, the swampy mud around her seemed to come alive as it surged into the gash on her chest, extinguishing the lightning. Fine tendrils sprouted from it and quickly wove together the vanished flesh and blood.

The injuries that would have been fatal to an ordinary person were completely healed in just a few seconds. The energetic Ella immediately grabbed the demon sword again and swam swiftly like a torpedo along the Queen's position in the air, before leaping up with a "whoosh".

Chapter 188 Chaotic Characteristics

In mid-air, Isadora saw the mud churning beneath her feet, and as expected, the next moment she saw Ella's figure leap up from it.

Along with Ella came countless tentacles that sprang from the mud, densely packed like a black forest rising from the ground. At the same time, thousands of crows flapped their wings from all directions, like dark clouds pressing down.

Isadora aimed at Ella and immediately summoned another bolt of blood lightning to descend from the sky, but the moment she raised her hand, the silver-haired girl who had charged straight at her like a swordfish suddenly disappeared.

The crimson lightning struck empty air, hitting the churning mud and creating a massive vortex that plunged deep into the earth.

Spatial ability?

The well-informed empress's pointed ear twitched slightly. She dodged the tentacles that shot out from all directions like a net, and then turned around the instant she sensed the spatial fluctuations. Her right hand, in a claw shape, met Ella's sword-wielding attack.

The collision between the fair, slender fingers and the gleaming blade sparked like metal clashing against metal.

Ayla chanted a spell, and black flames ignited on the blade, while Isadora immediately summoned a chilling stream of ice in her right hand to collide with it.

But in terms of manipulating magic, the vampire queen was clearly superior. As she chanted, her free left hand lit up with red lightning again, and with a light flick, it exploded on Ella's unsuspecting face.

The double chanting of divine spells is something that even an expert-level mage like Ella cannot do with ordinary spells, let alone guard against such a divine skill.

The merciless lightning instantly obliterated the girl's beautiful head, leaving her snow-white neck completely bare.

But before Isadora could retreat, the headless girl suddenly twisted her wrist, deflecting the hard right claw with a slash, and a cold glint flashed across her chest.

Crimson blood splattered from the tip of the blade. Isadora quickly flapped her wings and retreated, touching the first wound she had suffered since the start of the war on her chest. She stared in astonishment at the black tentacles crawling out of the severed neck of Ella, like countless worms slowly surging and intertwining, gradually weaving back the beautiful and captivating face.

There were also some strange fluctuations spreading outwards. Isadora was surprised to find that her soul was being eroded after being reflected by those fluctuations.

She quickly shielded herself from the possibility of Evelina's soul existing within her body, and at the same time casually threw out a cloud of blood mist to envelop the strangely changing Ella.

This seemed to be some kind of law-based plague that could infect anyone who sensed it. Although Isadora was able to detect that she had only been slightly eroded because of the resilience of her soul, that little bit was expanding at a very slow rate. She had to exert all her mental strength to slightly suppress the speed at which the corruption was spreading.

It was as if a seed of disaster had been planted in an instant. Isadora could foresee that even if she continued to live, her soul would eventually be devoured by this thing.

Could it be that He... fell into madness in this way?

"Hmph, I hit you."

Then, not far away, Ella, who had recovered completely, proudly puffed out her otherwise unremarkable chest.

"I'm not saying this to be mean, Miss Lydia, but it's really strange that a saint can move without a head."

Isadora chuckled softly. "By the way, when you're about to suffer a fatal injury in the future, remember to wrap yourself up in all that mud first."

"Ah, why?"

Ella tilted her head. "And this is the soil of life, not mud!"

"The land of life I've seen doesn't look like this."

Isadora shrugged. “Your chaotic nature, which I can’t even explain, will manifest when you suffer a fatal wound, and it will corrupt the souls of all who perceive it… I suspect it might be due to a partial manifestation of your true form, so if you don’t want everyone around you, even the gods, to go insane if you accidentally die once, you’d better wrap yourself up.”

"No way... How could something like this happen..."

Ella looked bitter.

"Don't worry, you need to take your time to understand your own divinity. Perhaps you will be able to control it once you have a better grasp of it."

Isadora looked at Ella with gentle eyes and comforted her in a soothing tone.

"How do you understand this? When I got shot in the head, I barely had any consciousness left... Why don't you stay? I can become your apprentice?"

Ella asked a probing question.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid that won't work."

As Isadora spoke, she simply released the suppression, allowing the pollution to slowly spread in her soul. "I can teach you a little, but after that, you'll have to rely on yourself."

"Hey, is that okay? How should I teach you?"

"I'm curious," Ella asked. Then she saw the Queen open her hands, and a blood-red magic circle spread out from her wrists. Then she clenched her hands in the air and drew out two swords, one red and one blue, that were surrounded by magic from the floating magic circle.

Its blade was engraved with ancient vampire runes resembling claw marks, and the deep red blade crackled with electricity, while the azure blade was covered with frost.

An overwhelming killing intent surged forth like a monstrous wave.