The invincible me kidnaps the invincible dragon

So, when I started describing it, I blocked all the paths to resurrection.

Of course, I can force myself to come up with a plausible setting to let Margaret come back to life.

But if this is the case, this girl will have no soul, and this character will become a puppet in my hands, without any bright spots at all.

This is Margaret's fate. Only at the moment of death can she be truly sublimated. Her spirit and her character will bloom to the greatest extent at the last moment of her death.

Just like a flower, it is often most beautiful when it is withering.

Margaret's departure also made the protagonist grow up completely.

It is also from the fourth volume that the protagonist changes from a cynical person to a calm, steady and extremely reliable person.

So, even though everyone likes this character, I still have no choice but to let her go.

In fact, every character in the book has his or her own destiny. As an author, if I want to write a good work, I can only describe the stories between these characters from a bystander's perspective.

Instead of acting as a God and forcibly changing the trajectory of fate.

Of course, in the end, I also left a glimmer of hope. As for when this hope can be realized, it depends on our lovely protagonist.

Okay, without further ado, let’s get started with the fifth volume.

In the fifth volume, similarly, I will tell every story well, and if I have time, I will also add a special chapter about Margaret's character.

Finally, I hope everyone will continue to support me. Thank you very much.

Volume 5: Deeply Buried Decay

Chapter 1: Actually, the Ice Rose is here with me

"Hurry! Hurry! We must transport this batch of prisoners to Obsidian Prison before the third!"

In the Caulker Valley, a well-equipped Crusader army was escorting a large number of prisoners.

These prisoners had dejected expressions on their faces. To be honest, they had no idea what crime they had committed.

But they are still very familiar with Obsidian Prison.

It was a large-scale prison with extremely strict security. The warden was said to be a very powerful temple-level warrior.

There, all the serious criminals in the empire are imprisoned, including perverted serial killers, extreme terrorist pagans, and even powerful human professionals who have committed heinous crimes.

Almost the entire human race is very familiar with the story of this prison.

But I have never heard of anyone who has gone in and come out alive.

There, you will have only two outcomes: one is execution, and the other is being imprisoned until death.

It is said that a powerful temple-level warrior is still imprisoned there.

Anyway, no matter what, as long as I go to this prison, my next life will be completely over.

These prisoners who were being escorted were all ordinary people who lived a good life before. In their minds, the Obsidian Prison was just a story.

But everything changed with the coming of the Crusaders.

Their peaceful life no longer exists, and the Obsidian Prison has been materialized from the story and is about to appear before them in reality.

Many people go crazy when they think of the terrible legends about this prison.

During the escort, people kept trying to resist.

Unfortunately, they were unarmed and could not be a match for the Crusaders who were armed to the teeth.

Those who led the riot were beheaded very easily. Those heads are still hanging on the cavalry's guns, standing high, with their hair flying in the wind, like flags representing death.

Of course, among these prisoners, there are also professionals with good strength, and even a sky swordsman.

The swordsman originally wanted to find the Crusader general to argue, but in the end she couldn't escape death, and her head is now hanging highest.

After the initial fighting, whenever someone wanted to resist, they would choose to remain silent after seeing the rows of heads.

Although they don't know what is waiting for them in the Obsidian Prison.

But they knew that if they resisted at this moment, they would surely die.

In contrast, people's instinct for survival made them willingly and silently follow the Crusaders to the Obsidian Prison.

"I say, are the people we arrested this time really the right ones? Why do I feel like they are not pagans?"

Of course, the Crusaders would discuss such bloody and cruel things in private, and some of them would become shaken.

But this hesitation was quickly suppressed by the generals.

The Crusader generals participated in countless border wars, large and small.

There are countless scars on his body.

It is precisely because they crawled out of the pile of dead bodies that they understood more clearly the significance of strict discipline for an army.

The army only needs one leader, and that leader is His Holiness the Pope.

All matters are decided by His Holiness the Pope, and the soldiers below do not need their own consciousness.

Therefore, although some people within the Crusaders were confused, they always maintained their ruthless style of doing things without any change.

"Lord Lobeas, as you ordered, all the pagans have been arrested."

In a homestay in Aiminmaqia, a cardinal in a bright red robe was respectfully reporting to the girl with gray hair in front of him.

Logically speaking, the cardinal is second only to the high priest and holds an extraordinary status in the theocratic power. Even when facing the high priest, they do not need to be so respectful.

However, the girl in front of him represents His Holiness the Pope, and he must show his most respectful side.

“How many people were arrested this time?”

The girl was bent over her desk, writing something, and asked softly.

"This time... a total of 320 pagans were captured, including more than a dozen dark spies."

The cardinal hesitated for a moment and, following the instructions, did not report the real number to Lobeias.

In fact, the real number is more than a hundred times this.

"Click."

After hearing this number, a crisp sound was heard.

I saw that Lobeias exerted a little force in her hand and broke the pen directly.

"So many! There are so many unstable factors within our human race! If we don't catch them all this time, it's hard to imagine how big they will become in a few years."

Lobeias' tone was cold and her face looked somewhat ferocious.

She hated all pagans and dark spies from the bottom of her heart and wanted to kill them as soon as possible.

"Um, Lady Lobeas?"

Seeing that Lobeias had an abnormal look on her face, the cardinal couldn't help but remind her softly.

"call."

After receiving the cardinal's reminder, Lobeas took a deep breath and apologized.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper. In short, everything should be carried out according to the established policies of His Holiness the Pope. We must eliminate all these termites inside before the real war begins!"

Lobeias nodded, and after she finished speaking, she turned around, changed a pen, and continued writing.

"Yes, for the brave new world!"

After hearing Lobeas' instructions, the cardinal bowed respectfully, shouted a slogan, and left.

"For the beautiful new world..."

After the cardinal left, Lobeas looked at her own reflection in the window, a trace of confusion flashing across her eyes.

However, not long after, she actually saw through this window the scene of her hometown being wantonly massacred and burned.

It was also at this moment that the scorching heat of the flames hit her face, and the screams and roars of the villagers rose and fell in her ears.

After so many years, she still couldn't forget that hellish scene.

"asshole!!"

The tortured Lobias roared angrily, then smashed the window in front of her with a punch.

Her hometown was massacred by this group of pagans and dark spies when she was seven years old.

That year, His Holiness the Pope appeared before her like light and saved her.

From then on, he always kept her by his side, taught her to read and practice, and allowed her to study in the best academy of the human race, eventually making her what she is today.

His Holiness the Pope once told her that his lifelong dream was to create a new and beautiful world without war.

For the sake of His Holiness the Pope and that ideal world, Lobeas would do anything and was willing to do anything.

Anyone who stands in her way can only become her enemy.

Lobeias looked at herself among the countless pieces of glass, remained silent for a long time, and then continued to write her report.

And everything that just happened was as if nothing had happened.

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"Elina, your strength should have been improved."

In the dean's office of Dunbaron College, Dean Myron and Village Chief Duncan were looking at Elena with serious faces.

"Well, I am now at the level of a demigod."

After a moment of silence, Elina nodded in acknowledgment.

"As expected! Alina, you are really good at giving people surprises. I was wondering when you would be able to reach that level, but I didn't expect you to succeed so quickly!"

“Hahaha, God really bless our human race, Alina. With your current strength, if you use the will of the continent, even the First Guard may not be your opponent.”

After hearing Elina's affirmative answer, these two demigod-level strong men who stood at the top of the world and never showed their emotions, one of them was stroking his beard with a small smile and looking at Elina.

One of them was slapping his thigh wildly, extremely excited.

No matter how you look at it, you can tell that these two old guys are really happy.

But compared to them, there was not much joy on Elena's face.

Because whenever she mentioned the demigod realm, she would involuntarily think of that night, and would involuntarily think of that girl.

After seeing Elina's depressed look, Dean Myron knew what this girl was thinking about writing, so he patted her on the shoulder and said to her:

"Alina, don't be sad. Margaret has been gone for a long time. You should cheer up. I think Margaret's spirit in heaven would not want to see you frowning every day because of her."

"Well, I understand, Dean."

Dean Myron's consolation was obviously effective. In fact, Myron's inner sadness about Margaret's departure might be no less than Elena's.

But he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders and could only bury this sorrow deep in his heart.

"By the way, Dean Myron, I haven't told anyone about my breakthrough to become a demigod. How did you two know about this?"

Alina suppressed her sadness and asked curiously.

"Hahaha, you silly girl, have you forgotten that as long as they are within the academy, no one can escape my supervision, and you are no exception."

After hearing Elena's question, Dean Myron laughed, as if he was teasing Elena.

"That's right, I almost forgot about that."

Elina scratched her head a little embarrassedly. It turned out that she had been away from the academy for too long, so long that she had forgotten many of the dean's powers.

"Unfortunately, after Margaret left, the Ice Rose also disappeared. I heard that after hearing the news, the dark race has begun to fiercely attack the border."

Duncan shook his head with some regret. No matter what, the Ice Rose was the most powerful offensive weapon among the human race's artifacts.

Now that Margaret has been lost at the border, the entire Eternal Night is beginning to stir again.

In response to Duncan's words, Dean Myron also sighed deeply. His inner feelings were very complicated and he didn't know how to describe them in words.

"Um, the Ice Rose is actually here with me."

Looking at the two old people in front of her, Elena raised her hand silently.

"Oh, at your place."

Duncan smiled slightly, but he still hadn't reacted.