I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Given the poor visibility and lack of direction, running around aimlessly would be suicidal, so her choice was wise.

Suddenly, her gaze shifted to the left front, and she said slowly but with authority, "You should leave. There's no need for you to die for me."

"?!"

The Imperial Advisor's skin suddenly tightened, a reaction only seen when facing a life-or-death enemy. At the edge of his field of vision, which was only a few meters wide, appeared a beautifully sculpted little girl with a pair of deer antlers on her head. The gaze emanating from her eyes made the Imperial Advisor's body tremble uncontrollably.

Qing's gaze lingered on Ina for a few seconds before he slowly said, "It really is you."

“It’s me.” Ina proudly raised her head, meeting Qing’s gaze with no less strength.

"Such a weak existence... Die." He shook his head indifferently, completely ignoring the watchful Grand Tutor, and issued a kill order.

Suddenly, the surrounding mist surged, as if the world were spinning, and coalesced into a giant, tangible claw that descended upon Ina.

82. Even moths drawn to a flame should be like heroes at sunset.

"Don't think about it!"

The Imperial Advisor let out a cold shout and unleashed his full power, displaying the strength of the Void Spirit Realm without holding back. He paid a price to block the giant claw, and cracks appeared on his skin.

"Well!?"

He let out a few painful groans in his throat, his heart filled with horror.

Is the Mirage Dragon really that terrifying? He, a dignified being at the Void Spirit Realm, doesn't even have the qualifications to fight it!

Besides the Grand Preceptor, many more unseen phantoms arrived in droves, surrounding Ina.

"withdraw!"

The several Tier 9 Watchers who arrived grabbed Ina and tried to run away. They knew that no matter how many Watchers came, it would be useless. How could a bunch of skeleton soldiers stand against a train? They would only be smashed to pieces.

If you can't beat them, then avoid them!

"Innocent."

He glanced over coldly, and the mist turned into a vortex, concealing countless killing intents. He forcefully used overwhelming power to break down the door!

boom!

"Aa ...

The watchman at the very front, his eyes bloodshot, had burned with the full force of his life, yet he still died instantly, leaving no trace of his body.

The rest of their companions had no time to feel sad. They fled with Ina, but as the fog shifted, they returned to where they started. Qing simply stood there, motionless, as if mocking the futility of all their efforts.

Sensing the passage of time, Qing frowned and launched several terrifying attacks in succession. The azure-gold light shone brightly, piercing through the mist. It was both magnificent and symbolized an irresistible ultimate violence, utterly tyrannical. In a short time, one after another, the ninth-level guardians shielded Ina from this fatal attack, falling one after another, their blood and bones flying everywhere. The Grand Preceptor was also seriously injured under these circumstances.

Their near-suicidal approach actually managed to stop Qing for a moment.

"A monster... Is there really anyone in the world who can subdue her?"

The Imperial Advisor coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, looking utterly disheveled. The black robe that had been covering his face was shattered by the immense force, revealing a weathered and mature man's face.

It's unbelievable that a powerful expert at the Void Spirit Realm couldn't escape. They were trapped like turtles in a jar, and it was only a matter of time before the Mirage Dragon wiped them all out, and that time wouldn't be long.

"your Highness"

As the mirage dragon attacked, a watcher quickly pushed Ina aside, but was struck by the terrifying force and instantly exploded into a bloody mess. The remaining force shattered the ground, which was even more solid than alloy, into dust, and sent Ina flying like a cannonball, crashing through several pillars before finally stopping.

“Uh-huh—”

Ina felt like her body wasn't her own anymore. The intense pain made her gasp for breath. Her left arm drooped down and she couldn't move it. A dull, aching pain flowed through every bone in her body, making her want to cry out.

She raised her still-movable hand, which was trembling, as if an elderly person couldn't lift a bowl or chopsticks.

Not just her hands, but her entire body felt the fear of death.

Is death scary?

It's not scary; Ina has never been afraid of death.

But if the death brought by the mirage dragon, or by Qing, is a death that even the guardians cannot avoid, then it is a scene of hell, and she felt afraid.

Although her spirit never yielded to the Qing, the difference in social status determined by their life classes made her stubbornness as fragile as paper.

Ina couldn't bear to watch, so she bit her lip so hard that it drew a few drops of blood.

The Watchers, her subordinates, were slaughtered one by one by Qing, as if they were ants being crushed without a second glance. Her heart ached terribly.

She had never seen such a breathtaking sight in her entire life.

She was loved and respected by her subordinates, who were willing to give their lives for her and were willing to die one after another to build a wall of flesh and blood for her.

With the last of her strength, Ina stood up, exuding the haughty majesty of a princess and an empress, her eyes indifferent and her demeanor graceful.

"The Watchers!"

"Chen is here!"

The voices of the Watchers echoed from all directions of the mist, ranging from the seventh to the ninth rank. They had found this place through their mutual sensing among the Watchers.

"Fight to the death!"

"Yes!"

We are wandering souls in this world.

The power of the god of time is indeed terrifying.

—Leaving indelible marks on us

—But they couldn't take us away.

--we are

—The Watchers!

Having survived the passage of time, what does it matter if I die!

Thousands of Watchers responded with unwavering resolve, launching a suicidal, frenzied attack that roared like a tsunami, a landslide, and a wave of devastation.

In the boundless darkness, even the faintest light shines. Their existence is like tiny lamps, easily extinguished by a breath, yet endlessly burning. As one falls, more candles are lit, until the oil is exhausted.

"Aaaaaaaah?!!!! Yaaaaaaah!!!"

The muffled thuds of flying flesh and blood intertwined with the roars of those facing death, echoing endlessly in the vast courtyard like an indomitable song.

She indifferently slaughtered the group of dead souls, still looking down on such resistance. To her, it was as easy as snapping her fingers. Even if it could hold her off for a while, how long could it last?

however--

Like moths drawn to a flame, they try to extinguish the sun's brilliance. Everyone knows that's impossible, but even if they only obscure it for a moment, just a fleeting instant, that is their complete victory.

One minute

The radiance of the Qing dynasty was obscured for a full minute, but almost all the watchers around were slaughtered, and the Grand Preceptor also fell to the ground. If it weren't for his faint breathing, one might have thought he was dead.

Ina stood alone in the center of this sea of ​​blood, as if she were the only person left in the vast world.

Next, she will have to face the oppression of the mirage dragon alone.

In Ina's eyes, Qing's fair and delicate feet stepped across mountains of corpses and seas of blood, treading on rivers of blood, as if haunted by vengeful ghosts from hell, staining Qing's entire body crimson.

"Though ants are small, they have their admirable qualities. Be proud of that, you weaklings."

Qing raised her hand, intending to break off the last remaining blood lotus.

"Hahaha......"

Ina maintained her pride as the princess of Odyssey, even though the person before her was as clear as a true god, every dazzling light telling her—surrender, kneel, and pay homage to the god.

Qing paused for a moment.

Ina laughed hoarsely, blood already spilling from the corner of her mouth: "Heh... Monster, you can be complacent all you want. You are indeed very strong, but one day, a hero will surely appear who can defeat you... No matter if it takes ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years... There will definitely be such a person who will replace all of you so-called supreme beings."

Ina smiled, a forced smile, yet it gave one the urge to believe it from the bottom of their heart.

Qing's eyes finally changed at this moment. He seemed to be thinking of someone. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, and his murderous intent condensed into a raging sea of ​​blood.

"I'm looking forward to it, but you'll never see it."

Claws, like the reaping scythe of death, swung down heavily.

83. Bringing the light of dawn

Time freezes at this moment.

Ina quietly awaited the moment of death; as she faced imminent death, her eyes shone brightly.

I am destined to be a person with a short life. I was put to sleep as the seed of Odyssey's revival in the past, and I have only been awakened for a short time before I am about to perish in this chaotic world.

The image of that person involuntarily surfaced in Ina's mind.

I do not possess her immense strength; she is a soaring eagle, and I am but an ant.

However, there is an old saying: even if one is born as an ant, one should aspire to great things; even if one's life is as fragile as paper, one should still have an indomitable spirit.

One day, a hero will surely appear who can defeat you... won't he?

That hero who belongs to me...

Ina seemed to see a dreamlike, illusory flower, which vanished in an instant.