The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"It's far too late for them to come to our aid now," Chlorie thought, still unconcerned.

Given the speed of the Kingdom's army, by the time they arrived, they would have already cleaned up the battlefield and left.

"They didn't come to provide support; instead, they headed straight for the territory of Cordelia."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the group all changed.

Leaving aside Lisette, who has close ties with Cordelia, Chlorie understands better than anyone that this place cannot be lost.

"Juno, order the entire army to immediately cease clearing the battlefield and advance at full speed towards Cordelia. We must not be a step behind the Kingdom's army," Chlorie decisively ordered.

"Yes, I'll take care of it right away!" Juno hurriedly left.

After the order was relayed, Chlorie sighed and said with a touch of emotion, "This Dimir has become much more troublesome since he left the academy."

Before they could even use this tactic of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" on the kingdom, Emperor Mi used it against himself.

"Temili?"

Jessica was puzzled, not understanding why Chlorie would mention this person.

“That’s right, you don’t know yet,” Kurori saw her confusion, “the commander of the Kingdom’s army this time is Dimirli.”

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Chapter 663 The Spear Piercing the Dead Thorns

“I’m going to see Dimily,” Jessica suddenly said.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Jessica, we’re not students anymore,” Chlorie said, frowning.

Regardless of their relationships within the academy, they are now on a battlefield where life and death are at stake.

Moreover, as far as she knew, Jessica and Dimily's relationship wasn't particularly deep; it was mostly Dimily's wishful thinking.

“It’s too dangerous,” Lisette disagreed. “Even if he let us go once before, it doesn’t mean he’ll be so forgiving.”

After a moment of silence, Viner slowly said, "If it's to repay a past favor, I'll go with you."

"What kind of person do you take me for?" Jessica felt their concern and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Her eyes were resolute, as if she had already planned every step. "If the Kingdom's army advances like this, they will surely reach Cordelia before us. I plan to use a meeting as an excuse to delay for a while."

"When we parted last time, I told him that if we met again, we would be enemies, not friends. Even if he was fooled, he has no right to blame me, right?"

“Isn’t this a bit…” Vena suddenly felt sorry for Dimir.

“All's fair in war. If that's the case, I support you going.” Chlorie nodded, then cautioned, “Although you have the ability to teleport and escape at any time, you must still be careful.”

“Don’t worry, he’s with me,” Jessica said, pointing to Vina.

"You're not going to repay a debt of gratitude, are you?" Vena couldn't help but ask.

“So it doesn’t matter if I’m captured by the Kingdom’s army?” Jessica countered.

With just one sentence, Wiener raised his hands in surrender.

“Then I will go with Jessica to see Dimili, which will at least buy us some more time.” Vena looked at Listy beside her and assured her, “Don’t worry, with me here, I will never let Cordelia be captured by the Kingdom’s army.”

"Be careful," Lisette whispered, a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

Having just met, she was about to have to watch him go into danger again. Although she was unwilling, she understood that the situation was urgent and she could not stop him.

“When I came home this time, my father was furious to see that you weren’t there.”

"Then it seems I'll have to make a special trip to apologize."

Viner gave a wry smile, then took the hand that Jessica offered.

The two figures gradually blurred in the light and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

"Then let's hurry up and set off."

Kurori glanced back at the army that was already ready and spoke.

“Yes, I know a shortcut,” Lisette replied.

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As Dimiri was marching with the imperial army toward Cordelia, he suddenly sensed a subtle spatial fluctuation around him.

Without hesitation, he thrust out his spear instantly, sending it hurtling straight forward with a sharp gust of wind.

Jessica reacted quickly, drawing her sword to meet the attack. The two forces collided with a low, muffled thud.

Even though she was prepared, the immense force transmitted from the gun still forced her to take a step back.

"Jessica?" Dimir Lema sheathed his gun, his gaze sharp as a knife as he stared at her. "You've come to see me at this hour not to surrender, but to say the least?"

The surrounding soldiers stopped in their tracks and looked at the two who had suddenly appeared, their hands on their weapons, their faces full of vigilance.

A chilling atmosphere filled the air, and the invisible pressure emanating from the entire team was like a volcano about to erupt, pressing down on Jessica and Vina.

Viner, who was extremely sensitive to the atmosphere, felt this oppressive feeling and his brows furrowed slightly.

He tentatively activated the Mirror Flower Water Moon technique, only to find that he couldn't even manage something as simple as concealing his presence.

Clearly, the military force of this kingdom's iron cavalry has reached an extremely solid state, naturally suppressing any force that does not belong to them.

Jessica steadied herself, looked up and stared directly at Dimirli, "I have a question for you."

“This doesn’t sound like you’re asking for a favor,” Dimily shook his head. “But I can tolerate it. Go ahead and ask!”

“You said you knew nothing about my teacher’s arrest, and I believed you.” Jessica looked directly at him. “But why did the kingdom start this war? You are the commander of the kingdom’s army, don’t tell me you don’t know.”

"Why?" Dimir seemed to have heard something utterly absurd and couldn't help but scoff. "You don't need to ask me that question at all."

He casually pointed to a soldier beside him: "Tell her!"

The soldier straightened his chest and answered in a loud voice, "To achieve merit and establish a career!"

“You, and you too.” Dimir then pointed to two other soldiers.

"Revenge!" a soldier roared through gritted teeth.

"Let the Kingdom of Fargas be great again!"

The other man raised his weapon and shouted, his eyes burning with fanatical fervor.

“You heard that too.” Dimir’s gaze swept over Jessica. “The continent of Fodora has no need for countries outside of the Kingdom of Fagas.”

"Once we take over the vassal states, the next step will be the Aste Empire. If St. Freya Academy insists on obstructing us... then let's give them a try."

Seeing that the other party had made up their mind, Jessica knew that no amount of persuasion would be of any use.

She slowly pointed her longsword at Dimirli, "Let's make up for the regret of not being able to fight during the Griffin War now."

"You should have explained your purpose earlier!"

A hint of excitement flashed in Dimir's eyes. He leaped off his horse and landed in a fighting stance the instant he landed.

His aura suddenly surged, like a lion poised to pounce.

"Your Highness!" Sylvan tried to stop him.

"Don't stop me, I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time!"

Before Dimily could finish speaking, he decisively attacked, his spear flashing like lightning towards Jessica.

Jessica swiftly drew her sword to parry, the crisp sound of gun and sword clashing echoing across the battlefield.

She thought that her strength had made a qualitative leap after all the training she had received, but she never expected that the Dimirli in front of her was completely different from before, with every move being extremely fierce.

Seeing that Dimir was unable to gain the upper hand, Sylvan feared for his safety and prepared to order the surrounding soldiers to take down the two men.

Just as he was about to speak, Venere flashed to his side and whispered, half advising and half threatening, "Senior, you should just watch."

Despite saying this, Wiener's gaze remained fixed on the center of the battlefield, his expression revealing a hint of solemnity.

Their goal on this trip was not to defeat Dimir, but to buy enough time.

Jessica did hold back at first, but Dimily's performance far exceeded expectations, and he was in no way inferior in terms of moves.

As for weapons, although Vener was confident in the weapons he had crafted, the spear in Dimily's hand was by no means an ordinary weapon.

The longer the battle went on, the more familiar the spear seemed to Viner, and a sense of foreboding crept into his mind.

"That was satisfying!" Dimir suddenly exerted his strength, separating himself from Jessica with another strike, a cold smile playing on his lips. "You're a worthy opponent I've taken a liking to. It's just a pity I don't have any more time to waste with you."

"You've already found out?" Jessica frowned.

"You're not the kind of person who comes out to duel with me for no reason," Dimir said coldly. "Right now, Chlorie should be heading back to Cordelia to get reinforcements, right?"

"Let me warn you upfront: whether you take this last shot or not, I will continue my advance toward Cordilla. Don't try to find excuses after you lose."

Jessica was silent for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "Okay."

Upon hearing this, Dimirli adopted a strange posture, and his surging aura suddenly condensed towards the gun.

Upon seeing this scene, a sudden inspiration flashed through Wiener's mind.

"Jessica, watch out!"

Wiener shouted urgently, but it was too late.

"The lance of piercing death thorns!"

With a low shout from Dimir, the spear transformed into a crimson light, piercing straight towards the opponent's heart.

This attack gave Jessica an instinctive premonition that even using teleportation would be impossible to avoid.

Knowing she had no way out, she steeled herself and prepared to fight to the death.

But at the critical moment, a figure suddenly blocked her way.

"Pfft!"

The scarlet spear tip pierced the man's chest, and blood splattered out, staining his vision red.

Although Jessica swung her sword to counterattack almost simultaneously, sending Dimir flying with serious injuries, her gaze was completely drawn to the person blocking her way.

"Vina!!!"

Chapter 664 Weapon Protects Its Master

"Take them down!" Seeing that Dimir was injured, Sylvan could no longer care about anything else and immediately waved his hand to give the order.

The surrounding soldiers reacted quickly, drawing their swords and nocking their bows, and surrounding Vina and Jessica.

Jessica was worried about Vina's safety and dared not stay any longer. She just glared coldly at Dimirli, who was being helped up, and then decisively used a teleportation spell, disappearing from the spot in an instant.

The weapons and arrows that were swung at the two men all missed their mark.

"Medic! Quickly, summon a medic to treat His Highness's injuries!"

Seeing that the two had already left, Dimir urgently gave the order.

"I'm fine." Di Mi, who had finally recovered, forcefully shook off the soldiers who were supporting him, his tone revealing a hint of impatience.

He glanced down at his armor and saw that it was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, clearly beyond repair. Without a second thought, he tore the damaged armor apart and tossed it away.

Di Mi straightened up again: "Don't fall for the villains' tricks! The whole army, continue advancing!"

It was as if the fierce battle just now was nothing more than a brief interlude.

Sylvan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately obeyed and relayed the order.

Upon receiving the order, the Kingdom's army quickly reorganized its formation and advanced at a speed several times faster than before.

"Your Highness, are you okay?"

Sylvan quickly stepped forward and handed a spare set of armor to Dimirli, his tone tinged with worry.

"Luckily, I was protected by armor, otherwise I would not have escaped with serious injuries."

Dimir took a deep breath, as if still savoring the battle that had just taken place.

His gaze swept over the spear in his hand, a cold smile playing on his lips. "But they weren't so lucky. Once hit by my Death Thorn Spear, there's no chance of survival. The only pity is that I couldn't finish off Jessica directly."

“Your Highness…” Sylvan hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

He couldn't understand why Dimily had risked his own life to let Jessica leave, but now, upon seeing her again, he hadn't hesitated to kill her.

This divisive and contradictory attitude made Sylvain feel uneasy.