Cat Princess and Human Knight

With a meow, Regal's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he disarmed Elsa and thrust out a sword with a backhand.

Elsa disappeared and then reappeared behind Regal, kicking him away.

Regal dissipated his momentum as he rolled, then ran at top speed, tearing off pieces of his heavy armor, discarding even his shield, leaving only his sword, which he then swiftly thrust at Elsa.

A flash of lightning appeared, and Elsa disappeared again. Regal pushed off the ground and quickly created distance, but he was still hit hard in the abdomen and sent flying.

Regal's temples bulged; he had used all his strength, but he still couldn't keep up with Elsa's speed.

This catgirl seemed to move not on her legs, but through lightning.

A realization flashed through Regar's mind: he couldn't win, he simply couldn't win.

He simply took Elsa's kick head-on, making himself even faster, and turned to charge directly at Dark Claw, who was watching from the sidelines.

Darkclaw felt a blur before his eyes, and Regal's sword was already piercing his eyes, less than two centimeters away.

But Regal could not advance an inch further, because Elsa had already reached out and pressed down on his shoulder from behind.

Purple lightning flashed in Elsa's hand, and electricity crackled around Regal. The powerful Maine Coon knight groaned and fell to the ground, his body already emitting a meaty aroma.

Looking at him, Elsa sighed.

"Such speed! What an amazing cat! Your strength has reached the peak of the Golden Bell, hasn't it?"

The cat race is ranked third in strength.

The copper buckle can skillfully use its own physical strength.

The silver necklace ignites anger, stimulates adrenaline, and enhances the user, making them faster and stronger.

The golden bell can remove the subconscious limitations of the body's self-protection, allowing one to squeeze their potential to the extreme.

Regal's attack just now was at the speed of his body's limit; even Darkclaw himself didn't see how he suddenly thrust at him.

But in the eyes of humans with extraordinary power, this is far from enough; no matter how powerful Regal is, he is just a cat.

If Elsa hadn't been so unwilling to kill him, he would have been dead long ago. It was only because he kept going that he finally suffered a severe beating.

The half-charred Regal took a breath.

"Kill me."

Elsa remained silent, while Dark Claw spoke.

"What are you waiting for?"

Elsa's fingertips flashed with lightning, and with a snap, Dark Claw was electrified, his body going numb.

Elsa stared at Dark Claw with dissatisfaction and spoke slowly with some annoyance.

"I said I wouldn't kill cats. I only promised the Dark God that I would kill the King of the Otherworld."

Tell me, where is the King of the Otherworld?

Not daring to truly anger the human race, Dark Claw endured the trembling of the electric current and reached out his hand, a point of black light rising up.

"Take this; it will lead you to that otherworldly king."

Elsa nodded, grasped the black light, and looked at Regal lying on the ground with pity, as if she already understood his fate.

With a sigh, Elsa turned around and vanished in a flash of lightning.

Ner'zhul looked at Darkclaw with his emotionless black eyes and asked.

Will this cat-person succeed?

Dark Claw sneered.

"After what happened to Astraea, the Dark God could no longer trust any human."

As for the cat-people, haha... These descendants of madmen, these rotten, neither-human-nor-cat hybrids, are naturally even less worthy of trust.

Crouching down, Dark Claw looked at Regal, who was now unable to move, and revealed a ferocious smile.

"Regar, you should feel honored. Someone as powerful as you will be the best sacrifice to complete the awakening ritual."

Just wait, you'll become a key, a tool, used to kill your most beloved Munchkin cat, haha ​​...

Regal glared at the laughing Dark Claw, desperately trying to grab his sword again, but Dark Claw crushed his claws under its feet, grinding them until they bled and crumbled.

"Take him to the underground altar."

"Yes."

---

The altar beneath the Imperial City Court.

Darkclaw High Judge grabbed Regal's leg, and the black cat dragged the massive Maine Coon Knight to the front of the stele without inscription, like a dead dog.

He ruthlessly raised his dagger and slashed Regal's throat as he lay dying, cursing maliciously.

"Regar. Burning Heart, I assure you, every drop of your blood will become the power to kill Princess Sofia."

Regal stared wide-eyed at Darkclaw, his slit throat unable to utter a sound, only the low growls of a wounded beast escaping from it.

Along with the roar, blood also overflowed, and his blood seemed to be drawn upwards by some force, outlining a magic circle on the wordless stele at the top.

Dark Claw glanced at the gradually forming magic circle and nodded in satisfaction.

He deliberately provoked Regal to stir up his emotions, causing them to flow out of his body with his blood and activate the resurrection spell.

At this moment, Regal was gradually losing consciousness. In his daze, he seemed to see Princess Sofia as a child again. She was so pure back then, running towards him with a pure smile.

Regal closed his eyes in anguish, his heart filled with regret, sorrow, and remorse.

I'm sorry, Sophia, I couldn't keep my promise, I couldn't come back to you. Actually, I've always wanted to tell you... I wanted to say...

Every trace of his regret, every trace of his sorrow, every trace of his remorse flowed out of his body and transformed into the power of the magic array.

As the magic circle lit up, Rehgar, the Fiery Heart, the valiant commander of the Royal Claws, had lost his life and closed his eyes forever.

The awakening array was activated, and the smooth surface of the stele with no inscription on its pointed top became as smooth as glass, revealing the scene inside.

A woman is quietly leaning against the inside of the wordless monument, her eyes closed, falling into a deep sleep.

---

Who am I? Where am I?

I remember now. I am the child of the Dark God. The greatest masterpiece born from the Dark God's own splitting.

In order to win over humanity to participate in the final battle against the otherworldly human king, I infiltrated the human race, bewitched them, and successfully used the Fountain of Immortality as a bargaining chip to reach a pact between humans and gods.

Time passed. Those who loved me. Those who hated me. Those I loved. Those I hated. They are all dead. Only I remain, spending countless years in slumber.

Each time I wake up, there are fewer and fewer humans. Each time I wake up, I feel increasingly lonely and bored.

I regret? I'm sad? I feel remorse? No, that's my mission. And my mission is not yet over.

I am a child of God, a demigod witch without regrets, I am... Ophelia. Night Kiss.

---

The woman inside the stele with its pointed top and no inscription opened her eyes, and the world seemed to darken slightly at that moment.

A cynical smile played on her lips, her long, wine-red hair was slightly curled, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye seemed both drunk and sorrowful, and spiderweb-like gold powder was painted on the outer corner of her eye.

She took a step and emerged from the now-transparent, wordless stele.

She puffed out her high chest, her bare shoulders revealing her defined collarbones, wearing a high-slit, dark-patterned silk dress, her legs wrapped in thorn stockings, and a translucent mandala-patterned shawl made of spider silk draped over her shoulders.