The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

The rain fell from the sky, but as it approached the two people, it was separated by an invisible force, outlining an ellipsoidal shape.

The figure in the black robe and the arrogant aura she exuded made her look like a sorceress from legends who suddenly appeared before the king to bewitch them.

Shirin held Fran in her arms, and after sensing her weak but still able to hold on, she stopped paying attention to her and instead looked down at the empty eye sockets of the Skeleton King.

The rain poured down, and the royal city, devoid of any lit candles, appeared exceptionally dark, while its king looked up at the witch in the sky.

The two stared at each other silently, an invisible pressure brewing and slowly expanding.

The clouds in the sky seemed about to crack open from the clash of their auras.

Battles between legends have the power to influence, and even alter, the surrounding environment!

Although Shirin can only unleash the power of the peak of the fourth tier at present, this does not mean that her strength is at the same level as other fourth-tier awakened individuals.

The power she can unleash at this moment far surpasses that of others.

It's not impossible to draw with or even defeat a weaker legend.

Moreover, judging from Shirin's observation just now, the opponent seems to only possess the legendary realm and power, but lacks the corresponding skills.

They were still using the same fighting methods they used when they were just ordinary mortals.

"A monster's companion?"

Sensing something unusual about the other person, the king unusually took the initiative to speak:

"Are you here to rescue her?"

Looking down at the girl who appeared exceptionally youthful in her sleep, Shirin silently withdrew her gaze and calmly replied:

"No, I didn't come here for her."

Shirin doesn't yet have much affection for Fran.

Although Fran had saved her once before, it was also Fran who pushed Shirin to the brink of life and death, forcing her to make a choice.

Moreover, on the way to meet the king, Fran did not do anything to herself, but she did kill all the guards who discovered them.

From Fran's unusual behavior after the killing, Shirin could easily discern her true nature.

Thirst for blood, revel in battle, pure evil.

Xilin wouldn't say she particularly disliked this type of person, but she didn't particularly like them either; they were the kind of people she would actively keep her distance from.

The fact that they didn't cause trouble for Fran was already out of consideration for her last act of fighting for them and the king.

What is the relationship between those two now?

After thinking for a moment, Xilin changed to a more tactful way of saying it:

"She was just... a little animal that showed me a little kindness."

A little bat.

Beneath its purely evil exterior, there seems to be something different mixed in; it even takes the initiative to protect a maid... which is quite interesting.

I saved them whenever I could.

Having received an unexpected answer, the king paused for a moment before continuing to speak.

A deep voice suddenly rang out, and he opened and closed his mouth as if he still had flesh and blood:

"Stranger, what brings you here? Do you also wish to kill me?"

Slowly raising his sword, the skeletal king pointed the blade at the mysterious witch in the sky.

He sensed that the other party was not stronger than him, but strangely, he felt a sense of apprehension towards them.

The witch revealed no intention whatsoever; cradling the dying vampire, she slowly shook her head.

"I have no interest in your death whatsoever; I did not come here for that reason."

But I can't accept leaving like this, so...

She paused for a moment, then moved her arm around Fran to her left, raising her free right hand toward the sky.

"But at this moment... I have indeed come for you."

Rumble.

The sky above the clouds where the palm pointed began to flash with lightning, illuminating half of the sky.

A faint chill flashed across her face, which was veiled by magic. Shirin used her own magic as a trigger to stir up the lightning in the sky.

With the appearance of lightning, the previously suppressed and concealed magic revealed its true form.

[Advanced Magic Construction (Spell Enhancement)]

Spear of Augustus (Spellcaster)

[High-level Magic Burst]

【…】

Although it's only tier four, who can say for sure that a well-prepared tier four spellcaster can't deal damage to a legendary character?

The magic that had been silently gathering before drew upon the lightning, gradually forming a giant spear shape.

Even in the dark, torrential rain, anyone who looks up from anywhere in the royal city can see a huge bolt of lightning floating above the palace.

Her eyes were filled with coldness. A huge spear of lightning floated above the witch's head as she coldly stared at the skeletal king.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson."

I'm coming clean.

I'm here for revenge!

I'm here to beat you up!

You almost made me withdraw from the competition...

There's nothing more to say, just die!

Even if you don't die, you'll be skinned alive!

!

"go with!"

With a powerful swing of his right hand, a lightning spear, entirely formed of lightning, pierced through the sky and hurtled down on the king on the ground!

Whoosh!

It brought with it the sound of wind and thunder, descending mercilessly like divine punishment!

Make your choice, Your Majesty.

Will you choose to fight head-on, or will you evade the royal city that has handed everything over to you?

Silently watching, Shirin gazed at the skeletal king who showed no hesitation whatsoever.

Despite the lightning spears descending at breakneck speed, the king still failed to display the behavior expected of a legendary undead.

He did not unleash any negative power, nor did he construct a bone shield in front of him, nor did he summon any undead creatures to act as meat shields.

He simply took a step forward.

The flames in his eye sockets surged, and the evil and cold aura seemed exceptionally powerful at this moment, with an aura completely unlike that of an undead.

Grand and imposing.

One person is like an army marching forward!

March!

“I am… Reinhardt!”

The skeletal king, known as the Hero King, brandished his sword towards the sky and roared:

"I am the king, the king of the people!"

"I will never back down!"

……

……

"Reinhardt!"

! ”

"I hate you!"

"Aaaaah... I'll kill you!"

"Hey hey hey..."

"You despicable patricide! You will surely die a horrible death!"

"(An indescribable wail)!"

"Who did you kill! Kill me! Kill him..."

When Ning Feng led Chu Yu to the other side, they saw a scene that looked like hell.

Rod was curled up on the old bed, his brow furrowed in his sleep, covered in cold sweat, and looking pained.

He looked as if he were trapped in an extremely terrifying dream; the sound he had just made was from the wall he had hit while convulsing.

But it's actually not that bad.

But all around him was a truly terrifying and distorted scene.

Seven grotesque, gruesome heads floated around Rhodes, as if roaring at his dream.

The human head, stained with dirt and blackened blood, was whispering in Rhodes' ear, pouring into his dream.

It looks similar to a vengeful ghost in a movie...

Although his ally seemed to be in imminent danger, Ning Feng still couldn't help but have a rather unkind thought flash through his mind:

"Wait a minute! This scene actually seems a bit scarier than a vengeful ghost?"

Look how dedicated this actor is; he's sweating so much he's almost dehydrated.

The film crew doesn't even need to put on makeup when they arrive; they can start filming right away.