The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

The other solid life forms also completely lost their original shape at this moment, merging into the scarlet liquid.

On the desolate field where the ceremony was being held, a crimson lake of blood appeared before everyone's eyes, and the surrounding crowd fled in terror, their hearts filled with horror.

Thus, the life-forging process ended. Apart from those who temporarily escaped using the elastic orb and those who did not even participate in the ritual, none of the allied forces survived.

Those who used the elastic orb entered the bottom of this blood lake. Once the orb broke, all that awaited them was to merge into the lake of life.

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"What on earth is this..."

A hoarse voice rang out, and the leader of the Endless Light team trembled. As a paladin, he too was terrified by the horrific scene before him.

In his mind, only a legendary lich could do such a thing; the visual impact was simply too terrifying.

All the onlookers, including the children of slaughter and fear, were terrified and dared not approach the blood lake that emitted a two-colored mist.

Those who witnessed the outcome up close will likely haunt it as a lifelong nightmare.

The air was thick with a stench. The paladin clenched his fist, signaling those who could move to take those who couldn't and leave. Soon, only this blood lake made of life force remained on the wasteland.

The final outcome of the allied forces' battle against Maginus left everyone watching the magic screen speechless.

None of them expected this outcome. The high-ranking officials of the various countries that sent the allied forces were thrown into considerable chaos. For them, the troops sent were mostly their personal guards, and regardless of their strength, they were certainly trustworthy.

In the palace, Neko stared blankly at the blood-red lake, her mouth agape but unable to utter a sound. Suddenly remembering something, she quickly took out the statue that Maginos had given her from her dimensional bag.

The statue depicting her true face is now intact, and moreover, it exudes an aura of awe.

A week has passed since the Blood Lake incident, and the Blood Lake created by Maginus is still restless, causing quite a stir.

Around the Blood Lake, a number of spellcasters appeared. They came from various factions and cautiously approached to investigate the current situation of the Blood Lake.

A bird that had been summoned flew over the Blood Lake. At first, nothing seemed amiss, but as it was commanded by its master to fly lower and lower, the accident occurred when it was about 500 meters above the ground.

Several crystal needles emerged from the blood lake, instantly piercing the birds flying high in the sky. Before the dead birds could fall to the lake surface, their corpses turned into droplets of liquid life and merged into the lake, becoming part of it.

It is alive, or at least has the instinct to hunt creatures that trespass into its territory.

Some people tried sending golems over, but to their surprise, the lifeless golems were also entangled by the liquid life.

The magic and soul energy of the elemental spirits were also being continuously devoured. After several days of research, they determined that the blood lake was probably devouring not only life force and spiritual energy.

Based on Maginos's absorption of life force, it underwent a certain change, and the extracted energy became the active energy that provides movement for all objects.

The most exaggerated of these is magic power. The Blood Lake is constantly absorbing magic power from the air. Although it is slow, it is indeed absorbing it, just like dragons, which can convert magic power into life force.

As a result, it expanded, not much, only one centimeter a day, but this has caused concern among many people, especially the countries that sent coalition forces to suppress it.

"Life will be the nourishment for her resurrection, and her soul will be the foundation for her ascension to Godhood."

Can she really come back to life?

Many souls float in the blood lake, bound here and unable to leave. Some of them are familiar to the spellcasters who are watching. Every day, souls wail, wanting to break free from the blood lake's bondage.

But after they drift away to a certain distance, tentacles will extend from the blood lake and sweep them back, absorbing the soul energy they provide, making their souls increasingly transparent.

The Blood Lake seemed to be saying that no one could save them, and that they would be left with only their soul cores, to be thrown back into the River Styx.

High-level spellcasters have tried putting a small amount of something into it; harmful substances were repelled by the liquid life force, while beneficial substances were all drawn in.

After various experiments, the spellcasters were basically certain that this place had become a dead zone, a desolate wasteland, where it would be difficult for any living creature to survive.

"It can be tentatively designated as a 'special dead zone.' It possesses a certain degree of self-awareness, and moving objects cannot enter it. It can identify things that are beneficial or harmful to life force and spiritual energy. As for the soul inside... well, it's beyond saving."

“In addition to life force, Maginus Imperius can also attack the soul. The Soul-Eroding Blade may have already attached itself to the life force. Even if the life force field can resist for a period of time, the soul will be disposed of.”

"Dealing with the Blood Lake is even more difficult. You're facing something that's close to legendary or even already legendary. It's also immortal, and you can only slowly whittle down its health."

The high-ranking mages of the Mage Association made a judgment, and the solution they offered was quite simple: just leave it alone.

Chapter 443 My Heart

Two months after the Blood Lake incident, apart from the various coalition nations involved, other forces had shifted their focus to more important matters.

Maginus's words served as a wake-up call for them; the news of this god of slaughter and fear was certainly not unfounded, and the continent of Noir would soon descend into complete chaos.

In just two months, the various Killing Gods and Fear Gods began to follow her lead and plan many horrific cases. Some were dealt with, while others had gained momentum and were difficult to resist.

But having learned from Maginus's example, the others dared not let these divine children continue their rampage, and they would likely retreat back into the shadows.

There are still some people around the Blood Lake, almost all of them are relatives of those who died here, or spellcasters they invited to seek a solution.

Looking at those hideous, wailing souls, most people wore sorrowful expressions and cursed Maginos, who had caused all of this.

An unremarkable figure appeared at the edge of the blood lake. Neko, disguised with shapeshifting magic, looked at the lake without approaching and tightly clenched her chest.

She prayed to the statue, trying to get a response from Maginos, but the girl gave her no message. Was she asleep or...?

The cat didn't dare to think any further and turned away from the vicinity of the Blood Lake. Having temporarily lost her owner, the stray cat would have to fend for herself from now on. She planned to go to Lenia Sylvis, whom Maginus had mentioned, and explain her owner's current situation to her.

As for what comes next, we'll see how things go. I plan to find other psychics to improve my strength.

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"Finally dead, huh. We actually lost a high-ranking one. I didn't expect her to be so resilient."

When Whitney Nizmore returned to the capital and received news of Maginus's death, she breathed a sigh of relief, but still acted as if she didn't care. After giving a few instructions to her servants, she returned to her room and drew the pale, black longsword from her back.

The longsword brought back from the bottom of the capital of Nesserei has become completely different from its original form. The blade is now covered with numerous blood-red skull patterns, making the entire longsword appear sinister and terrifying.

"My treasure..."

Whitney stroked the blade with fascination in his eyes, his hand pierced by the sharp spikes growing from the hilt, but he didn't care as his blood was slowly drained away.

This legendary weapon is so powerful that he has relied on it to overcome several crises. As long as he has the sword, he feels invincible.

The only cost would be his own life and the lives of some commoners, which would be easy for a prince of a great nation like him to resolve.

As for whether using this longsword, which is suspected to be the exclusive weapon of the God of Slaughter, will bring any negative effects, he also used the legendary spellcaster, and the conclusion was that it would not; the beneficial effects far outweighed the negative ones.

"Your Highness, it is time to go and pay your respects to His Majesty."

The servant's reminder brought Whitney back to his senses. He took a deep breath to calm himself, sheathed his longsword, left the bedroom, and looked around before asking, "Where's Susan?"

“I’m here, Your Highness.”

A cold voice came from behind. Whinet turned around, glanced at the knight commander under her command, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Magnus is dead. What do you think?"

The blue-haired knight in chainmail still had a gloomy expression: "It's not good. I'm still worried that she... might come back to life."

"Heh, don't be afraid. Her chances of surviving are slim. She just wanted to take a gamble. All her talk about becoming a quasi-god is a lie. It's not that easy to become a god."

This was the judgment of a legendary spellcaster in the country, and the arrogant Whinet firmly believed it. A mere mid-level spellcaster had wiped out the entire allied army with just two powerful magic arrays; it was nothing special.

If she dares to come here after her resurrection, Whitney will want to see if Maginus is really that strong.

You should know that he possesses a powerful weapon.

Whitney raised her hand to stroke the hilt of her sword and walked forward.

Great God of Death...

My Lord!

My fragments, get up quickly...

My offspring, go and revive me!

Master, Master...

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Chaotic thoughts flooded his mind, and the sleeping "creature" grew impatient. The pressure from his faith gradually roused him from his daze.

What is it? Where is it? What is it doing?

Three major questions surfaced in my mind, and memories rushed back, giving me a basic understanding.

The first things that surfaced were fragmented memories: Jack, Kevin, Corinna Mar, Lorna...

The fragmented memories ultimately led to only one conclusion: they were all killed by a massive magic array, leaving only an arrogant young girl at the very end of the memories.

Then, what appeared was a group of people praying.

Oh, it is a god of a group of people, who calls himself the "God of Death." He appears neither evil nor good, and besides telling believers not to give up their lives easily, he encourages them to kill their enemies.

The information brought by the power of faith was scarce; what followed was an even stronger will that oppressed it, forcing the idea that it was the god of death into a corner, and inputting other concepts into its mind.

It is merely a vessel for the god of slaughter / It is the offspring of the god of fear, born for the resurrection of the gods.

But which god is it?

The conflict between the two wills left it still confused and unable to discern the truth. Somewhat disoriented, it opened its mouth to yawn, intending to take another nap.

Just then, a soft, furry touch surfaced in my memory, and the sounds of "Master, Master" and meows welled up in my mind, filled with care, intimacy, and a little... "love."

Hmm, it feels so comfortable to touch. Drawn to this memory, it kneads the smooth skin, the soft furry tail, and the silky hair, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

But what followed was intense pain: puncture wounds, burns, frostbite, corrosive wounds...

All sorts of pain surged from the bottom of the sea of ​​memories. It wanted to writhe in agony or cry out for help, but as a thought, it could neither move nor speak, and could only passively accept it all.

"I want to die! Just let me die!" "I don't want these things! I don't want these things!"

Trying to resist the pain, but it is constantly etched into one's body, inescapable and unavoidable.

Fortunately, after a short while, the continuous, excruciating pain stopped, and as soon as she caught her breath, several gentle arms pressed against her body.

Chapter 444 is in the revival match.

Several memories overlapped: rough hands, smooth hands, cold hands, warm hands...

Love and tenderness welled up in her heart, and her thoughts drifted further and further away. She even wanted to fall asleep, but things never go as planned. Warm liquid suddenly gushed out and splashed on her body.

One hand fell limply to the ground. She seemed to sense something and murmured silently in her heart, "No, don't leave me, don't leave me."

Unable to do anything to stop the accident, she was overwhelmed by increasing negative emotions, and could only watch helplessly as one arm after another slipped away from her.

She could only cry loudly, while those who loved her whispered to her before leaving: "Live on, live well."

"Live on, live happily."

"Live on, live on peacefully."

Live on... With your strength and power, you should look forward and meet more people who love you.

Everyone's words of advice were filled with warmth and reluctance. The dazzling fluorescent light dispelled all distractions at this moment, illuminating the darkness like a candle flame.

The girl slowly opened her eyes from her despair, and tears that had already dried up in reality flowed from her golden-red pupils once again.

Gazing at the darkness surrounding her, radiating various colors—or rather, the fragments of consciousness that sought to rob her of herself—Magnus Imperius grasped the candlelight, transforming it into a longsword that cleaved the fragments of consciousness. The darkness was instantly illuminated by the light, and the mental dream reappeared.

"How long have I been asleep? What's the situation outside?"

Recalling the past, Maginus was basically certain that she had succeeded. The memories in her mind were intact, except that there were some other things added to her consciousness.

A large number of soul fragments that had not been completely cleaned up, as well as almost intact souls, were swallowed by Maginos and are now drifting not far away. She also saw many familiar faces.

As for the question of time, Maginus raised the orb of divine light in his hand.

No, it can no longer be called a divine sphere of light. After she completely self-destructed and completed the revival of her soul, it had turned into flickering sparks.

It should be called a "divine spark," for a tiny spark is more concentrated and powerful than a ball of light, indicating that she has truly embarked on the path to godhood.

Gazing at the various threads of faith extending from the divine spark, Maginus, through the prayers of the believers and the images transmitted by the statues, was basically able to determine that this was six months after her great battle with the allied forces.

During this time, she also saw Neko wiping the statue, but unfortunately, there were too many impurities in her mental dream, so she couldn't communicate with her.

Sensing the changes within herself, the girl recalled the warmth she had felt before and smiled slightly.

After wiping out the Allied forces and dying once, she felt her extreme emotions had calmed down considerably, and now she was finally able to laugh.

Of course, it's probably also related to her increased strength and the condensation of divine sparks. She's constantly influenced by the fragments of the wills of the two evil gods, and now she feels she truly has the power to fight against those fragments of wills.

She was born from death; she truly gained a new life through death and broke free from the shackles of the evil god's will.

Having grasped the situation in the outside world, Maginus turned her attention back inward, sensing the blood lake and numerous remnants of souls outside. She rotated her palm to create a blade of thought, preparing to resolve all the troubles once and for all.

Once she has completed her "self-purification," nothing will be able to manipulate or influence her soul from within, and she will have complete control over everything she does.

"Then, let's get started."

Maginus stepped out of her own domain, and the next second all the external things turned to look at her, rushing towards her with all their hatred and negative emotions.

Regardless, they knew perfectly well that Maginus was the culprit who had made them this way.