The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

As the source of the calamity, she was like a treasure, drawing everyone closer.

People further away naturally noticed something was wrong, but the entire army camp went crazy, ignoring all advice and thinking only about making merit and getting promoted.

The dragon's body vanished completely, and the dissipation of its life force made the girl frail, her face growing increasingly pale. Moreover, her body seemed to be shrinking in age, seventeen, sixteen…

Chapter 441 Maginus Imperius

The Giese Yankees Silver Sword ensured that the anti-spirit field was useless against Maginus, so the enemy simply stopped using force field devices. Judging from her current state, death was probably imminent.

Suddenly, the fleeing girl turned and rushed towards the crowd. The silver sword manipulated its spiritual energy to gather the last bit of blood mist in the air, transforming itself into a giant sword more than ten meters long, which it slashed down at the crowd who were too close!

Overconfident and complacent, they hastily retreated, but more than a dozen mid-level warriors were unable to dodge in time and were severely injured by the almost frenzied life force. The others quickly moved them to the rear to recover.

The occasional appearance of blood spikes and liquid life force from the surroundings forced everyone to be on guard, but this also made them even more certain that Maginus was only experiencing a brief resurgence of power and would soon completely lose its ability to resist.

Now is the most critical moment. We can't let her escape, nor can we let her kill more people.

The losses were already devastating enough, and there was also the funding needed to launch a large-scale army campaign. The Bloodstained Guild members were even demanding payment.

No more high-ranking officials could easily advance. Maginus stumbled to a small slope, looked around, reached up to touch her belt, took out a scroll, and tore it open.

Teleportation?

Sensing the spatial fluctuations, the mages immediately cast dimensional anchors, completely sealing off the surrounding space and giving Maginus no chance to escape.

After tearing open the scroll, there was no reaction. The girl's expression grew increasingly angry and desperate. Holding the Gisyanki Silver Sword, she slammed on the brakes and rushed toward the least crowded area.

But they reacted quickly, with several high-ranking members joining forces to block Maginus's path. Unwilling to give up, she gathered a large amount of life force, forming a giant earth wall that easily blocked her attack.

She gradually mastered the skills to deal with Maginus, and more importantly, her ability to control overload was greatly reduced, so she lost the ability to fight against so many high-ranking enemies.

"A mere survivor, you think you can become a god? How laughable! You can't even escape, so what are you talking about?"

At this moment, Maginus reverted to her appearance at the age of fifteen. Her pitiful appearance aroused the bestiality of the crowd, and under the influence of the killing aura, they lost their ability to recognize her and moved closer.

The allied forces have completely entered the range of ritual magic, with only a small number remaining outside.

As Maginus gradually lost her power, she stumbled and walked on the corpses she had killed or conjured. The empty shells had only a small amount of life force, but even so, no one dared to get too close, for fear that she still had the ability to fight back.

The killing intent in the air grew stronger, but no one seemed to care. The high-level professionals, confident of victory, stepped forward and surrounded her. The high-ranking official sent by the Kingdom of Nizmor feigned respect and bowed to her.

“Princess of a fallen kingdom, no, descendant of Imperius, why did you not choose to die peacefully?”

"Your kingdom is already dead. Maybe you can find your parents in hell!"

Clad in a long, almost blackish-red robe, Maginus stood atop a mountain of corpses formed by an overload of psionic energy, her silver sword drooping to the side as if utterly powerless to resist. The mages secretly cast spells, trying to subdue her completely.

Her shrunken figure, resembling that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, transported everyone who remembered her back to the moment when King Nethares was destroyed.

Those who participated in the operation to suppress the royal family couldn't help but recall the scene of killing the girl's relatives. Some felt guilty but didn't intend to do anything like that, while others didn't care at all and even laughed.

Goodness, order, chaos, evil...

These things are not here; there is only Maginos and her enemies.

Her vision locked onto both the familiar and the unfamiliar, and she realized that the atmosphere of revelry had descended upon the army, who were even fantasizing about a bright future after killing her.

In a moment of reflection, Maginus struggled to swing her sword and deflect the high-ranking assassin who was attempting to ambush her. Her body swayed, and as she tried to gather her life force, she covered her head.

Her tragic situation has been spread through various channels, and many people have probably seen it.

"...Because I don't want to die."

Maginos answered the high-ranking official's casual question, slowly raising her hand, her狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face suddenly breaking into a smile once more:

"Speaking of which, many of you have never said my name before, right? You dead-born, dead-born... I'll say it again."

“Ma...s”.

Her voice was breathless, sounding like she was about to die, but the killing intent was stronger than ever before. The most sensitive high-ranking druids and priests finally realized something was wrong. Their extremely strong senses told them that a terrifying danger that could threaten them was approaching.

The next moment, Maginus's eyes lit up with gold, black and red light, and she clenched her hands tightly. All the low-level beings within a hundred meters instantly turned into blood mist.

"Kill her now!"

Her ability to hold back her full power caused panic among everyone. The mages gathered their magic to prepare to attack, while the warriors retreated to protect her.

Chaos erupted, and a cloud of blood mist enveloped her, but instead of being used as a weapon, it replenished her tattered robe, which was now transformed into her once favorite lace dress.

Yes, it was the dress she wore around her birthday, the long dress her mother had chosen for her, which she had torn up herself.

Time stops!

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl appeared in the Desolate Land, escalating the sense of danger to its peak. A high-ranking mage broke out in a cold sweat and gritted his teeth as he unleashed his most powerful spell, Time Stop.

Unfortunately, there are many types of time-stop spells, and hers only freezes time in a certain area, and it cannot directly attack Maginus in the present moment.

What exactly does the Killing God Child rely on now? I must...

Before the high-ranking mage could finish her thought, a gaze sent chills down her spine. The mage looked up in astonishment and saw Maginus staring intently at her.

Maginos can retain consciousness even when time stops!

Oops.

She decisively dispelled the spell, and the surroundings returned to normal. The mage then ran towards the back.

Ignoring the fleeing mage, Maginus continued with her previous plan, mobilizing the power of faith that had been stored in her spiritual dream for a long time, which she then used to merge entirely into her soul and brain.

She could be said to have made a small wish through the power of her faith, so that her soul could no longer be limited by the brain, but could instead be integrated into vitality and life.

Whether I live or die is up to fate; I have done my best.

Recalling everything she had experienced, with a bitter smile and tears of blood streaming down her face, Magnius, resigned to death, cried out, "My name is..."

"Magnus Imperius!!"

Chapter 442 The Feast for the Dead (Combined Chapter)

As soon as the words were spoken, an arrow broke through all obstacles and pierced through the girl's head in an instant, with the sharp arrowhead protruding from the back of her head.

Maginus raised her hand upwards and remained there, then collapsed to the ground, lifeless. The panicked crowd stared in astonishment at this scene, their prepared spells involuntarily halting.

What about the attack, and her counterattack?

"Hahahaha! It was me! I successfully killed the Slaughter God Child!"

The scene fell silent. The high-ranking ranger who had fired the arrow burst into laughter, but the druid and priest grew paler and paler. The next second, they turned and ran frantically outside!

No, the danger isn't over yet, we have to escape immediately!

Sensing madness, they chose to trust their instincts and get out of there.

Boom, boom.

Boom, boom.

Before they could even run a few steps or have a moment to feel happy, everyone's heart reacted inexplicably, trembling several times simultaneously.

No, if Maginus died, why hasn't the long dress made of life force on her body been removed?

The crowd, who had been in high spirits, turned pale and their hearts clenched. The high-ranking mage, realizing what was happening, raised his hand and aimed a Shatter spell at Maginus's corpse, intending to kill her completely.

However, before the violent magic could even touch the corpse in the red dress, the body automatically disintegrated, turning into a pool of blood that spilled onto the ground. The surrounding corpses were the same, with blood flowing out and covering a large area of ​​wasteland.

The body vanished, but Maginus's voice suddenly rang out again, still as hysterical as ever:

Ha, by the time you hear this recording, I'll probably be dead already. Living towards death... I don't even know if I'll survive.

As the magical energy surged, the spellcasters looked up and saw that the Gisyanki Silver Sword stuck in the ground had been afflicted with a magical mouth spell, and the sound was emanating from there.

It is said that in fifteen years, the gods will fall to earth, plunging the world into extreme chaos.

As they were talking, a soldier rushed in to try and pull out the suspicious Gisyanki silver sword, but a huge blood spike suddenly emerged from the ground, interrupting the soldier's advance.

One after another, crimson crystal spikes and thorns emerged from the ground, and red liquid slowly gushed upwards like a fountain.

The phenomenon wasn't limited to the area around the Silver Sword; similar conditions were occurring across a large region of land, though the reaction was strongest around the Silver Sword.

The ground structure collapsed as the crystal spikes appeared, and the silver sword fell to the ground, becoming increasingly immersed in liquid life force.

That wasn't the most important thing. The spellcasters, who were quite sensitive to magic, suddenly looked up in horror and discovered that the entire wilderness seemed to be radiating intense energy.

Crimson patterns ran beneath everyone's feet. Those remaining in the camp raised their magical observation angle, their faces deathly pale, and shouted:

"Run! Run!"

A massive magic circle emerged with Maginus's death, and terrifying life force began to converge at the center of the circle—the very spot where the girl had died.

Maginus's body turned into blood, but it was still successfully locked by the ritual. It floated up and condensed into a small crystal, which began to grow larger and harder as life force gathered.

Such a world-destroying event must have a beginning. In that case, let's start with me, the god of slaughter and fear!

The life force and soul energy she had hidden were released from the ground as the crystal pillar bulged out, and, out of Maginus's control, they went completely berserk.

The disordered life force that wasn't attracted by the magic array made some people feel stronger, some feel their life force being stripped away, and others felt their bodies swell up, having absorbed too much life force.

The massive magic circle that Maginus had spent so much time creating could not be dealt with quickly by high-level mages. Some of those who sensed something was wrong tried to resolve the issue, while others fled.

Don't even think about escaping. I've been preparing for a very, very long time because of the prophecy spoken by the Tree of Wisdom.

In less than five seconds, a huge crimson crystal appeared in the center of the ritual circle, while the black mist beside it represented psionic energy tainted by malice and negative emotions.

The life amplification ended, and the incredibly tempting crimson crystal hung in the air. Spells landing on it had no effect; even if some fragments were knocked off, the falling pieces would turn into mist and fill the void again.

Do you know what you mean to me?

Besides being my enemies, you are also my food, my sacrifices...

Killing Aura, Fear Aura

Endless smoke billowed out of thin air, not centered on the blood-red crystal, but rather two kinds of spiritual energy suddenly appeared within the entire ritual array, causing people's hearts to race and all sorts of illusions to appear before their eyes.

Kneel down, revere, fear, despair.

The ritual was not over yet; the life-altering process was activated at this moment, with numerous incantations swirling around the crimson crystals and floating up at various points in the wilderness.

During the initial resonance, those with low vitality who were not protected only felt difficulty breathing, and there were no other changes.

The second resonance caused a sharp pain in the chest of those who were not protected and had low vitality. They collapsed to their knees in agony, some vomiting blood and falling into a coma, their fate unknown.

Whether I survive or not, you will all die here. This is the feast I offer to you, a banquet for me to enjoy!

The three resonances caused discomfort to those with strong vitality, while the weak and unprotected lost consciousness, their bodies tilted backward and they lay on the ground lifeless, their hearts stopping and turning them into corpses.

A mage cast a bouncy ball spell, which was indeed effective; they no longer had to worry about being harmed, but they also lost all means of moving.

The elastic orb was gradually enveloped by liquid life force and life crystals, and slowly sank into the ground. Their eyes were filled with despair, wanting to call for help but not knowing who to ask for help from.

Some deployed anti-magic fields and anti-spiritual energy fields, which were somewhat useful, but not very effective. The fluctuations caused by resonance were created by life force, which could be weakened, but could not be completely eliminated.

Having cast spells that temporarily boosted their vitality, the high-level spellcasters were still able to move around, frantically searching for ways to survive.

They attempted to escape using teleportation, but the multiple dimensional anchors they had previously laid disrupted space, completely cutting off their chance to leave and trapping them there to their deaths.

The high-level creatures, despite their incredible speed, tried to escape using their own speed, but the surrounding life crystals and thorns made it difficult for them to break free.

hum!

Life will be the nourishment for my resurrection, and my soul will be the foundation for my ascension to God!

The fourth resonance.

The mid-level warriors with strong vitality and the high-level spellcasters who had survived to this day with the help of magic screamed in agony, just like the beasts in the experiments, as parts of their bodies far from their hearts and brains exploded one after another.

The high-ranking warriors desperately tried to break through the crystals to escape, but the aggressive liquid life force gave them no chance. The viscous liquid clung to them, and the crystals blocked their path.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

Laughter, filled with the thrill of revenge, echoed throughout the wasteland, like that of a demon, a devil, or an evil god.

Enjoy this, it's my gift to you.

"Feast for the Deceased"

The four fluctuations made the life crystal at the center brighter and brighter. After accumulating the life force brought by the resonance, it began to develop cracks from the inside.

Everything suddenly calmed down, and the soldiers struggled desperately, seemingly seeing a glimmer of hope for escape.

click

A soft sound was heard by those far outside the ceremony, who clutched their hearts and felt a strange fear. The largest crystal collapsed and cracked, falling into a puddle and merging into the liquid life.

The final ripples of life's refinement, like a gentle breeze, brushed past all the living beings within the ritual array.

The high-ranking warriors, unaware of their own death, collapsed like mud, their flesh and bones sinking into the liquid life force.

The liquid began to boil, bubbling constantly, while giant waves swept outwards from the center of the largest crystal, as if to swallow all living things.