The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

Realizing this, the girl's left hand fingers moved rhythmically, her heart filled with an eager desire to devour Gran's body; such a strong physique could definitely bring her more vitality.

The bloodthirsty girl craved life. The psionic light emanating from her left hand was no longer a peaceful blue; it had somehow become stained with the crimson of blood mist, turning violent and frenzied.

Amidst this chaotic light, the psionic energy became increasingly solid, and a short sword, the size of a human body, was naturally taking shape at an even faster pace.

From a distance, Grand couldn't see clearly what was happening. He only knew that he couldn't let Maginus continue doing things he didn't understand. He kicked up dust and attacked the girl for the first time, putting all his strength into his attack.

The black market boss, who had just thrown a punch, approached within five meters of Maginus. Standing motionless, she observed her enemy's movements, her dynamic vision at its peak. Already caught up in the moment, the girl didn't bother with calculations; her body moved on its own.

Taking a step back to dodge the first punch, the longsword thrust towards Grang's chest. With a look of delight, he decisively turned back to defend, using his left palm, which he hadn't yet used, to intercept the protector.

The already cracked metal gauntlets were no match for the sharp magical weapon. The sword tip pierced through the metacarpal bone, causing Grang pain. However, this suited him perfectly. Ignoring the pain, he flung his left hand away, simultaneously enveloping the longsword and preventing it from attacking again.

Without this longsword, what are you going to use to attack me!

Driven to rage by the inexplicable force, Grand was somewhat out of his mind and attacked the girl with deadly force. If his right fist, raised again, were to strike her head, it could kill Maginus.

However, just as he raised his fist, the girl, who had closed her eyes at some point, suddenly opened them.

The power drawn from Marta and the power brought by the Black God himself have finally merged!

The surrounding magic suddenly converged on the top of her head, and the purplish-black in the center of her pupils deepened. In an instant, purplish-black light burst forth from the top of the girl's head, forming an extremely special area.

Grand, who had raised his right fist, suddenly stopped, hesitating to deliver the final blow. The girl appeared extremely ferocious in his eyes, and he was enveloped by a sudden fear, completely stunned and unable to move.

A terrifying aura!

The girl, who used to be a mage, knew this ability. Generally, evil creatures carry it. Its effect is to amplify the fear others feel towards you. Once your will is not strong enough, your inner fear will be magnified infinitely, leaving you unable to act.

A similar fear aura can induce the urge to flee and lead people to do so, which can be considered its superior ability.

Grang was only stunned for two seconds. What can you do in two seconds?

A sip of water, a bite of food, a few steps... but in battle, two seconds can make or break many things.

For example, swinging a weapon once can launch a fatal attack.

At that very moment, Maginus clenched her left hand tightly. Her frenzied psionic energy, fueled by intense emotions, was structured around a thirst for killing and controlled by sadism and violence. A burning dagger appeared in her hand.

The short sword is composed entirely of purplish-black and scarlet, with two decorative flames of the same color entwined above it.

The hilt is mainly purplish-black, and a sharp claw is attached to the connection between it and the blade, gripping the scarlet blade tightly.

The sword is engraved with a large number of blood-like patterns, as if flowing from sharp claws. Near the hilt, a ferocious skull confronts the claws on the hilt, its mouth open with sharp teeth as if to bite the claws.

dead!

Releasing her protector, Maginus leaped up, grabbed Glenn's hair with her right hand, and pulled him back, exposing his neck. Then, she reversed her grip on the Nen Blade, aimed it at his throat, and stabbed it down hard!

The blade pierced Gran's throat. The girl's expression was extremely ferocious. As she withdrew the blade, Gran, who had finally broken free from his stunned state but was already in a life-or-death situation, had a final burst of energy and threw a punch at Maginus.

But the girl had already kicked him in the chest and dove backflip to dodge the attack. The feeling of immense satisfaction made her finally open her mouth and laugh as she retreated.

"Hahahahaha!!"

Amidst a sharp laugh, Grand clutched his throat and collapsed to the ground, his life force rapidly flowing to the girl.

Chapter 72 Dangerous "Dream"

As Grand's body turned to ashes, the laughing girl finally recovered from the pleasure of the killing. She walked to the ashes, picked up her protector, and tried to swing it with one hand.

His physical abilities seemed to have improved significantly; he no longer found it difficult to hold the longsword with one hand, which he assumed was due to absorbing the power within Marta's body.

But what do those scattered dream memories actually symbolize?

Once she regained her composure, the girl knew she shouldn't linger there. She turned and ran back to her hotel, pondering the events that had transpired.

First, there's what Marta said: she initially assumed I was her blood relative, and I thought so too.

It wasn't until I completely killed her and forcibly drained her blood, taking away the bloodline of the Black Lingmeng VII Japanese Wild Chive Weapon mixed with the evil god or something else along the way, that she realized I wasn't her blood relative, at least not the kind she was waiting for.

Then there's another place, where the sound of a thief is heard in my ear. It's very similar to one of the voices in my dream memory. Does that mean that the hoarse voice is the Black Evil God?

Back at the inn, Maginos quietly went into her room, lay down on the bed, and began to think more intently.

Based on the above, the girl can be fairly certain that she does indeed possess the bloodline of the Black God, but she doesn't know why neither Marta nor the God acknowledges it.

And the most likely cause of this situation is probably the bloodline of the other half of the red evil god within him.

Recalling the skulls and hands that kept fighting in her dream memories, the girl probably guessed that the two evil gods were using her body as the arena for their battle.

As the two sides fought each other, some of the evil things that should have been in her bloodline disappeared. These evil things might have been hidden tricks or curses left by the Ks. In any case, Maginus became the fisherman and successfully took over some of the power that was originally in her bloodline.

The fact that she could see both the nobleman and Marta completely, while neither of them could see her, might be a benefit of this situation.

"That's very likely, but I don't know if absorbing Marta's power will affect my current state."

Having withdrawn from her bloodlust, the girl focused on her body. After checking herself over and finding nothing amiss, she opened her palm, revealing the malevolent-looking blade of thought within.

"Was my Nen Blade also influenced by those two evil gods?"

Observing the claws on the hilt of the Mind Blade and the skull on the blade, Maginus didn't pay much attention to matters concerning the gods. They were too far removed from her, and she didn't even know if she could survive now.

For her, it was enough to just pay attention to this matter; there was no need to deliberately seek answers. Judging from Marta's previous words, the bloodlines of evil gods would attract each other, and even if she didn't seek out her "blood relatives," they would come to her.

The most important thing right now is her own strength; she has finally become a Soul Blade user...

By the way, Teacher Oren also mentioned that the appearance of the Nen Blade will differ depending on the emotion it evokes.

Remembering this, Maginus focused her mind and looked at the semi-solid energy short sword, touching the corner of her upturned mouth with her left hand, waiting for her excited mind to return to its original lifelessness.

Five more minutes passed, during which the patterns and decorative flames on the blade slowly faded, just as Oren had said.

Five minutes later, the vibrant colors turned into a normal psionic pale blue, and the various evil markings on it disappeared. At this moment, an ordinary blue semi-transparent short sword was in her hand, seemingly without any patterns, just like her stagnant mind.

She threw the psychic blade out the window, and it dissipated into energy as soon as it left her body, about a meter away. Clearly, because Maginus had not mastered the solidification technique, it was not very stable at the moment; otherwise, she should have been able to throw it.

Having thoroughly understood everything she needed to know, the exhausted girl lay on the bed, closed her heavy eyelids, and fell asleep while embracing her protector.

After such an intense battle, she was completely exhausted and needed a good rest, both mentally and physically.

However, the wish to get a good night's sleep was not as simple as Maginus thought.

She had another dream, a lucid dream.

When the girl opened her eyes, she found herself in a world made entirely of purplish-black. Upon seeing this desolate world and the familiar colors, she instantly realized that she was in a dream.

Having realized her predicament, Maginus instinctively tried to grab the protector but missed. She closed her eyes and tried to conjure the protector, but she couldn't do it no matter how many times she tried.

Even though it was clearly her dream, she couldn't make any changes to it with her own consciousness.

"Or is this place related to my mental world? The more crucial question is, why has this place reappeared? Is it because I absorbed Marta's power?"

The girl clearly remembered that this area used to be scarlet, and this was the first time it had turned completely purplish-black.

Wandering aimlessly across the wasteland, Maginus did not try to summon her protector again. Instead, she recalled the appearance of the Nen Blade. As she clenched her right hand, a flash of blue light appeared, and the translucent blue short sword was firmly held in her hand.

“The Mind Blade can appear, but the Flower Protector cannot. This place is closer to the spiritual world.”

The girl confirmed this, looked around, and was momentarily at a loss for what to do or when the dream would end. Just as she was feeling confused...

Danger is approaching.

A chill ran down her spine. Maginos turned to look behind her. There was nothing on the distant horizon, yet she could feel something watching her.

Having assumed a fighting stance, Maginus quietly awaited the arrival of the enemy.

At the edge of the horizon, a thick, purplish-black fog began to surge, gathering together to form small black dots. These dots slowly grew larger, indicating that something was approaching, and their specific outlines gradually became visible.

It was a black warrior exuding a purplish-black aura, wearing a menacing black armor covered in spikes, and wielding a longsword. The aura emanating from him sent chills down Maginus's spine.

I can't beat him.

From the moment she saw the warrior's face clearly, Maginus was certain of this. She decisively turned and ran into the distance, once again trying to throw the psychic blade with all her might. This time, the short sword did not disintegrate as it did in the prime material world; instead, it flew out and pierced into the black armor.

The fully armed black-clad warrior glanced down at the short sword in his chest, casually drew it, and then fixed his gaze on the receding girl. He then raised his longsword overhead, assuming a charging stance, and shouted:

"conquer!"

Chapter 73 Consequences

Hearing the thunderous roar from behind, Maginus didn't turn her head and kept charging forward, but the feeling of being threatened from behind showed no signs of abating.

The heavy footsteps and the clanging of armor grew closer, and the girl finally realized that she could not escape the pursuit. She formed a mental blade in her hand again and turned to face the black warrior rushing towards her.

boom!

In the blink of an eye, the warrior was right in front of her, raising his black longsword high and slashing down. Maginus rolled to the side and barely dodged the direct attack.

To her surprise, the longsword that landed on the ground unleashed a powerful shockwave, scattering rubble everywhere and using the aftershocks to throw her away completely.

With a single blow, the girl was riddled with pebbles, and the blunt force trauma from the shockwave severely injured her.

Intense pain spread throughout her body, and before she could even rest, the black-clad warrior attacked her again.

"autocratic!"

An evil magical light shone from the black blade. Maginus stared at the blade pointing toward her head, wanting to dodge but unable to.

The warrior was too fast, far beyond what the girl could handle in her current state. She could only watch helplessly as the enemy wielded his blade!

……

Maginot opened her eyes abruptly in bed, her breathing slightly rapid. She stared blankly at the ceiling, clutching her head and feeling inexplicably tired.

"I knew the power of those evil gods wouldn't be so easy to obtain..."

The girl murmured to herself, sorting out the situation in her previous dream. The only thing she could be sure of was the purplish-black mental dream and that the enemy came from the power absorbed from Marta's body.

After being killed by the warrior, Maginus did not notice anything unusual about herself at first, but she suspected that her mind would be severely damaged by being killed multiple times.

Then there was the black-clad warrior who was chasing her. The girl had some guesses about his origins and profession based on two words he uttered.

Conquest and tyranny, the black light shining from the sword, the lackeys of evil gods...

Based on all this, Maginus suspected that he was a dark guardian who had sworn oaths of conquest and tyranny, while simultaneously serving the evil gods.

The Dark Guardians and Paladins are essentially the same entity, both drawing their power from the universe itself after establishing their own beliefs and alignment through oaths.

The only difference between the two is that the vows they made were completely different, which led them to stand on opposite sides.

Having grasped the reality of her situation, the girl held her protector's hand tightly and began to think about how to resolve the matter.

The best solution would naturally be to kill the Dark Guardian, but her strength couldn't possibly increase suddenly.

Escaping in the dream might not be useful; perhaps one of her and the Dark Guardian must die for the dream to end.

Go find the priest of the Temple of Benevolence for help?

Maginus felt this was no different from a princess of a fallen kingdom seeking the help of her guards, after all, she had the blood and power of an evil god flowing through her veins.

The Temple of Wealth might be worth considering; the priests there are always greedy for money. However, she doesn't have enough funds.

That leaves her with only one option.

As before, when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits.

As Maginus pressed her finger to her temple, the image of the nobleman she had seen in the red scene flashed through her mind.

He gained power without any negative effects because he exploited a loophole in the gods' struggles.

However, this also led to subsequent sanctions against him. When he extracted the power of the Black God from Marta, he attracted the targeted attacks that the power was supposed to receive.

Since exploiting the loophole and absorbing the power of the Black God once again would cause the power to converge and form a monster similar to the Dark Guardian to hunt her down, would the Red God also have a corresponding mechanism?

If she kills the nobleman and extracts his power, will a similar monster also form there? If the powers of two different evil gods meet, will they attack each other again, just like the skull and the black giant hand did in her memory?

Maginos wasn't sure, but it was the best option for her.

The girl's face was expressionless, and she felt no fear of the impending death. She got out of bed and looked out the window. The sky was already beginning to lighten, and there were a few pedestrians on the street.

Three days later.

On the bustling streets, a caravan that had just stopped for a short rest in River City and was headed to another country outside the Kingdom of Nesery, and would pass through White Dove City along the way, had already gathered.

Several soldiers went from shopkeeper to shop, asking around to confirm that everyone was ready to depart. They then returned to their leader to report the news. The mercenary captain leading the group approached the most luxurious carriage and said in a somewhat humble voice:

“Young Master Primia, all the merchants are ready.”

He had to be so humble because this was the biggest financial backer of their mercenary group, and the only son of the president of the Swan Merchant Guild, the initiator of this caravan.

The carriage door opened, and a well-mannered young man wearing a monocle stepped out. Some of the young ladies in the caravan's carriages stared at him intently, their faces beaming with infatuation.

Primia took out her pocket watch and glanced at the time. Then she turned her gaze to the very end and the very front of the group, where a few scattered adventurers were gathered.

Adventurers without a fixed team will find it difficult to survive alone in the wild. Generally, they will travel with caravans like they do now. As long as there are no conflicts along the way, it is a mutually beneficial thing.

Caravans and mercenaries need adventurers' help to fight monsters and bandits, and adventurers also need to band together for mutual support.