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As Veronica cried out, countless dense incantations were already being summoned between her two claws.

These runes, carrying magical power, are ancient string magic, capable of directly drawing upon the magic of nature.

The dense runes connected into a ribbon, forming a golden barrier above the head of the white dragon Katia.

There, a tiny figure wearing a light veil appeared in mid-air, spreading its five fingers downwards.

"boom"

A huge fireball emerged from the girl's palm, its dazzling light like the sun suddenly appearing in the night.

"How can this be!?"

Veronica's eyes couldn't even withstand the sun's brilliance, and she couldn't help but half-close them in amazement.

The scorching divine power instantly melted the shield woven by the string magic. Below, Katya flapped her wings as hard as she could, but she still couldn't completely escape the range of the fireball's attack, and half of her body was hit.

The pure white dragon scales melted away in an instant, like ice and snow under the scorching sun. The white dragon roared miserably and fell from the sky like a giant fireball.

"Katia!!!"

Delamir let out a heart-wrenching roar, while Veronica stared in astonishment.

"That's... the divine magic of the sun god!? How can she wield Osmun's divine power??"

"Hey, I know a lot more than that."

A familiar, chilling chuckle appeared behind Veronica this time.

"Your Highness!"

The massive blue dragon Delamir instantly transformed into lightning and hurtled towards them from afar.

Veronica turned around, only to see the girl in the light veil silently appear behind her, a bolt of lightning suddenly bursting forth from her fingertips.

"Did you know that you can sense when you're about to be struck by lightning?"

Tiny arcs of electricity crackled around her, causing Veronica's dragon scales to tremble. She had seen this power from Thor Sothos before; once locked on, there was almost no chance of escape.

In the blink of an eye, the lightning-fast dragon had arrived at her side and rammed into Veronica.

"Boom"

A deafening roar, as powerful as a mountain of thunder, crashed down.

The earth was blasted open, leaving a bottomless crater. The blue dragon Delamir was charred black and staggered in mid-air.

"Dramir!? You..."

Veronica, who was knocked aside at the last second, hurriedly looked at her companion.

"Fortunately, Your Highness... I am a thunder dragon, I can withstand these currents."

Delamir breathed softly, and as he said, although some scales were shattered by the lightning, he was actually not seriously injured.

Adult dragons can withstand even the mighty power of gods, as long as they share the same attributes.

"That's not necessarily the case."

But then, the girl's despairing whispers rang in their ears once more.

“A wound can invite the gaze of death.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a large amount of black energy suddenly surged from the small burn wounds all over Delamir's body, and his burly figure became withered and aged at a visible speed.

"Your Highness..."

Before Blue Dragon could utter his last words, he became a thin skeleton with taut skin, falling helplessly.

Chapter 212 An Inescapable Nightmare

The death call of Morse, the god of the underworld, took Delamir's life.

Seeing yet another comrade fall in battle, Veronica was plunged into endless despair.

In less than two minutes of fighting, the girl wearing a light veil had already displayed the power of three gods.

The gods are symbols of the world's laws, but how could there possibly be an being capable of controlling all those laws?

"How interesting. So dragons can actually show fear?"

Veronica turned her head in horror, but the huge dragon head was suddenly pressed against a cold hand.

She felt as if the blood in her body had frozen in that instant; with just the touch, she could feel the almost boundless malice contained within the other person.

"Don't be afraid, little princess."

The girl stroked the red dragon's head, and the light veil on her head was finally lifted by the night wind, revealing her scarlet eyes and her face, which was full of cracks like broken porcelain.

"You're going to be my vessel, so you won't die so easily, you know."

……

"Your Highness..."

On the top of the city lord's mansion, the dragon youth Azcaron, who was left behind, trembled uncontrollably.

He watched helplessly as his compatriots were slaughtered like chickens, without even having the chance to go and help.

That was something they simply couldn't fight against...

No, it should be said that there is nothing in this world that can fight against that monster.

The once invincible dragon race, a symbol of power, now trembled with fear in both legs.

If Azcalon were to be captured after a fierce battle, he might retain some of his fighting spirit.

But seeing his three compatriots being brutally murdered despite being powerless to resist, he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Oh, there was one left here. That's pretty clever."

A listless voice suddenly came from behind. Azcalon hurriedly turned around and saw a tall, thin man with messy black hair standing with his arms crossed, silently watching him.

"You...who are you!?"

Azcalon was so terrified that he couldn't even straighten his hand when pointing at the man.

"Sigh, with such a cowardly appearance, it seems he won't even bother to draw his sword."

The man smirked, casually drew a line in the air with his fingertip, and then turned and left.

"stop……"

Azcalon was about to shout when he was horrified to find that he could no longer make a sound.

Immediately afterwards, his enormous head detached from his neck and rolled to the ground.

His body was still holding his hands up, frozen in place with a blank expression.

……

A hidden underground shelter, a tunnel leading out of the city.

The remaining dwarven army is organizing the evacuation of the citizens who have fled here.

The dense crowd thronged the passageway, causing the ground to tremble from time to time, resulting in clods of earth falling like raindrops, and the oil lamps hanging on the wall swaying in the breeze.

"Sir, what's the situation up there?"

Will we be able to come back later?

Some citizens anxiously surrounded the dwarf captain, asking him questions, but the latter could only say that he could not help.

"I don't know either. Everyone, hurry up and get out of here first."

This tunnel connects to a cave below the mountains, and the complex and vast terrain may buy everyone time to escape.

Serendra was also in the crowd, carrying her younger sister Fimishil on her back.

Fortunately, despite being a princess, her physical condition was excellent; she could walk without even panting while carrying an extra person.

However, the scene she had seen through the window earlier still seemed to linger in her heart like a dark cloud.

"Demon...why..."

Celinedra murmured softly.

She thought she had escaped the nightmare of Dawn Forest and that after a few months of recuperation, she would no longer see the horrific scene of her companions being murdered every time she closed her eyes.

She didn't want to go back to Aslan, nor did she dare confront her sister who had betrayed her. She only wanted to stay here and take care of Femisel until he woke up, and then find a safe place to live out her life in peace.

But why... even after arriving here, I still can't escape?

"Your Highness?"

A somewhat familiar voice suddenly reached my ears.

Celinedra turned her head and saw a handsome man with blond hair pushing through the crowd toward her.

"Professor Van Derrian?"

Upon seeing the person who had arrived, Serendra breathed a slight sigh of relief.

This was the professor from Sea Cliff Academy who had escaped the demon siege with them in Dawn Forest. After that, he stayed in Molten City with some of his students.

The other party was a professor with considerable expertise in magic, and having an acquaintance by her side made Serendra feel somewhat at ease.

But what Serendra didn't know was that the real Vanderrian had actually been replaced in the Dawn Forest long ago, and the current "Vanderrian" was actually Miss Sloth, Beller, disguised with the Ring of All Things.

"Your Highness, I've been looking for you too."

Miss Beller, disguised as "Vanderrian," smiled, but her left hand was quietly resting on the mail ring on her ring finger.

Logically, after finding Serendra, she should have immediately notified her sister Samael to summon demons to annihilate her.

Serendra is a key element that could potentially influence the Sylvana regime. If this eldest princess can be eliminated, Ella Havil's efforts to win over the nobles in the northern provinces will become baseless.

It's important to understand that many nobles began to gravitate towards the witch not only because the sarcophagus incident had been leaked, but also largely because the witch had revealed to them that Serendra was still alive.

Aslan is ultimately an empire maintained by bloodline. If Serendra and Femisil can be dealt with here, even if public opinion is unfavorable to Silvana, she will still be the sole heir to the throne.

As long as one can maintain a proper position, things like the stone coffin and the Dark Cult can be suppressed sooner or later.

But despite saying that, Beryl hesitated as he placed his hand on the ring.

She suddenly remembered what Ye Xiao had said to her in his bedroom in Lionheart City.

That man, he said he would save me. So this time, should I try to trust him again?

Beller pursed her lips. Although she said at the time that she wouldn't care what Ye Xiao was going to do, she would still proceed with the Fire Seed Project according to her own steps.

Because that guy clearly forgot everything, yet he still foolishly insisted on saving everyone.

Even Beller couldn't help but sigh at the other party's naiveté.

Even so, when faced with the crucial decision, Beller still couldn't bring herself to make the choice she should have made.

She removed her thumb from the ring and sighed deeply.

"What's wrong, Professor?"

Serendra, who was standing nearby, noticed the long sigh and couldn't help but ask.

"It's alright, Your Highness... Um, do you need me to carry Prince Femishier on your back?"

"No need, no need to be so polite, Professor."

Celinedra replied gently, "I'm just an ordinary person who's running away."

"understood."

Seeing this, Belier said nothing more and simply followed behind Serindra.

Chapter 213 The Councilor's Sincerity

The refugees formed long lines and ventured deep underground into the Black Rock Mountains.

Just as Molten City was engulfed in war, a strange change also occurred in the royal capital of Aslan, Leonia.

At the manor where the Holy Light Revelation Society was hiding, an elderly man with white hair led several followers to the gate.

"Private residence, no visitors allowed..."

The members of the Revelation Society at the gate were about to stop him when they saw him take out a letter and hand it to the gatekeeper.