The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

Tsk, all the legends are popping up, aren't they?

Maginus was somewhat surprised by the number of legends. In fact, five of the twelve legends were summoned back from the universe or other prime material planes, four were the Elf King and his three children excluding his youngest daughter, and three were his generals.

The Elf King's three children have become legends, and even the youngest princess is at the intermediate level. It has to be said that elves are indeed blessed with extraordinary talent; despite being a long-lived species, their training speed is so fast.

"Your Majesty King Melanie, have you obtained the Dimensional Spider Curse removal solution I requested?"

Maginus raised his hand in inquiry, but the Elf King opposite him did not answer. Another elf with fiery eyes stepped forward and said:

“Magnus Imperius, we’ve investigated. There’s a very high probability you were involved in the persecution of the royal family and nobility. Surrender immediately…”

"Greed can kill, though I don't know why you're so confident,"

Maginus interrupted them, definitively labeling them as enemies, and drew his Gith Yankee silver sword, gripping it tightly with both hands: "But isn't comparing me to the abominations of the gods a gross underestimation of me?!"

Unsealing her emotions, negative elements invaded her consciousness, and Maginus fell into a state of turmoil. Her psychic blade flashed with crimson and purplish-black aura, mixed and wrapped around the greatsword. As she raised the sword and swept it horizontally, the aura blade formed by her life force floated outward.

The trees that blocked her path from the enemy were all cut down, and the fallen logs and stumps were drained of their life force and turned into powder, leaving the nearly thousand-meter-long cone-shaped area barren.

The Blood Blade, having absorbed the life force of the trees, became even more solid. As it approached the twelve legends, it was about to collide with them. A warrior stepped forward and slashed with his rapier, which shone with dazzling light. His trembling arm made him hesitant to be careless. He gripped the sword with both hands to support himself and then split his life force in two.

High-level equipment refers to complete sets of advanced equipment.

Maginus admitted that these elves were indeed wealthy, each with a set of high-level equipment, each with different functions, and there were three legendary figures who were old-timers and not easy to deal with.

Driven by rage, she showed no sign of backing down. A few seconds after her attack was blocked, Maginus was already in front of the group of legends and launched a furious assault on them.

"You don't want to lift my curse, yet you want my divinity? Die! Under the watchful eye of the Creator of the Elves, I will not devour your souls!!"

With a roar of fury, like the cry of a dragon, Gisyanki's silver sword clashed with the weapon of the legendary elven warrior—no, the swordsman. Intense runes flashed, the blinding light obscuring her vision.

Taking advantage of this moment, the twelve people split into five groups in front and seven in the back. Five legendary non-spellcasters were responsible for holding off Maginot, while seven legendary spellcasters were responsible for casting spells from behind.

Fortunately, these five people weren't super tanks; they were either skilled in both magic and martial arts or prioritized agility. Otherwise, if they were really trapped in the middle by five lumps of flesh, it would indeed be difficult to handle.

"Kill her!"

The Elf King spoke solemnly and seriously, determined to kill Maginus in order to seize his divinity.

"I thought all elves were kind creatures, haha."

"Kindness extends to people as well; we will not harbor any illusions about the Child of Slaughter!"

"High-sounding."

Everyone was very fast. Faced with the Elven royal family's trump card of legend and prestige, Maginus laughed and engaged the five in a fierce battle.

Everyone was moving very fast, and the opponents could keep up with them. This time, she really felt that they were evenly matched. Although it was 1 vs 12, she felt that she would not make a mistake. Now, Maginus was facing the elves, just like a god facing a legend.

Several chains quickly bound Maginus's body while she wasn't paying attention. Countless sharp spikes grew from the chains, piercing her skin and breaking it slightly, but not completely penetrating.

Flesh and blood transformed into a dragon, its bloodlust raging, life boiling...!

A powerful pressure descended, forcibly breaking free of her chains. In the next second, she unleashed a terrifying aura to intimidate everyone.

A group of ancient beings, who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years, had probably collected a great deal of information about Maginus. They were not afraid of the aura of fear. The bard took out his lute and played a song, which boosted the morale of the crowd.

It's going to be a tough battle, so let's not pretend anymore!

All should be treated with reverence!

A divine terror descended, leaving everyone stunned. Maginus beheaded a legendary warrior with a single stroke, drawing life force from his body and unleashing it all.

Everyone was inevitably suppressed by divinity, and by the time they came to their senses, some had already died. The one who was killed was... the Third Princess.

"Jenny!"

In the brief moment of hesitation, Maginus had already killed one of them. The Elf King and the remaining two princes were immediately enraged and decisively took out the lesser artifacts kept by the royal family.

Another divine equipment?

Indeed, she did not attempt to absorb the souls of the Death Elves. Maginus sensed the divinity within the equipment and immediately distanced herself. Fortunately, there wasn't much divinity in it, so it wouldn't have much of an impact on her.

She was somewhat intimidated by these divine artifacts and dared not touch them easily. The Elf King took out a bone flute, which was then tossed to the Elf Bard. A hint of disgust flashed in the bard's eyes, but he then placed the bone flute to his lips and began to play it with all his might.

The good news is that it's not a consumable item for her.

The bad news is that everyone was affected; it was a large-scale identification attack.

Using divine power for an attack would put Maginus in a very difficult situation, as the elves clearly valued these divine items and did not intend to use them all at once.

As soon as the bone flute was played, Maginus felt her body become heavier, her basic attributes weakened by at least 20%, while the strength of her opponent increased by at least 30%, and even the power of the spells that landed on her increased.

A lesser artifact containing divinity... Should I not have given away the excess divinity I gained from cleaning up the divine abominations?

Chapter 696 The Essence of the Elves

A fleeting thought crossed her mind, but Maginus didn't hesitate and continued her attack. She easily broke free from the numerous bindings that fell upon her, and the surrounding air began to thicken. The mages noticed the problem and tried to use various spells to completely push away the life force in the air.

Like other spellcasters, all they did was in vain. The life force that dissipated was pure and not considered energy with negative effects, so it could not be expelled.

All they can do is let negative energy devour life force. The problem is that as elves, they can't stay in negative energy for long, so they dare not and cannot release large-scale negative energy spells.

Maginus slammed his sword into the ground, causing the ground within a kilometer diameter to crack and collapse. The legends' pupils constricted as they sensed the danger and scattered in unison, spewing out a malevolent, corrosive life force from their original positions.

They scattered in the air, and in order not to be rejected, the malice returned to Maginos's body. She widened her eyes, raised her sword, and mobilized the life force that had resumed. Many tentacles appeared out of thin air and lashed down at everyone!

"hide!"

By adapting the environment to its own strength, even with its base attributes reduced, Maginus continued to dominate everyone, while sneering:

"Use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, then hurry up and die."

Sea of ​​blood.

With a mad glint in her eyes, she chose to unleash the vast amount of life force she had previously gained at the Bloodstained Guild, transforming this place into an absolute home ground.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the many elves, Maginus's body was covered in numerous open wounds, and the gushing of blood was not just a figure of speech, but a fact that was actually happening!

The gushing blood caused the crimson mist to condense further, gradually ceasing to be mist. The blood floating on the soil accumulated deeper and deeper, eventually soaking the non-spellcasters who were fighting her.

Despite the enhancements from the sub-artifacts and the amplification from the mages, they still found it difficult to contend with Maginus.

Facing this red-haired girl, they felt as if they were facing a divine abomination. Although they had never fought a divine abomination before, there was no doubt that the divine abomination was nothing special.

If even the avatar is this powerful, how terrifying must the real body be?

The legendary figures summoned to battle felt a pang of unease. The spellcasters, gazing at the blood covering the ground, felt a growing sense of urgency: "We can't let the blood flow any further. We must finish this quickly, Your Majesty. We need to bring out the divine artifact as soon as possible."

Otherwise, no one would know what this place would become, or what the Killing God Child was accumulating.

Even as a legendary figure, the bard couldn't play the sub-divine artifact that contained divine power for very long. At most, he would have to give up after an hour. The bone flute was made from a bone of a divine abomination, and it was filled with the monstrous filth and divinity of that monster.

If the performance continues for an extended period, the divinity is very likely to turn against the bard, causing him to suffer from the effects of the lacquer and the scars.

The Elven royal family's foundation was indeed powerful. Without much hesitation, the king took out two more divine items from the demiplane. Both of them exuded a rather evil aura, and it was clear at a glance that they were not items bestowed by the gods of the Elven pantheon.

He dared not use those items to achieve his own selfish desires. The battle of the saints was approaching, and perhaps the gods had already sent down avatars to begin preparing things.

A ring made of withered vines was given to the strongest spellcaster, while a crystal shield that sealed the soul of a ferocious beast was thrown to the warriors. They took the items and launched another attack on Maginus.

Wait, wait a little longer...

Maginus furiously attacked the remaining four warriors in front of her, but no matter who she attacked, a layer of energy fluctuation would appear on their bodies, absorbing the damage she caused.

All of this happened after they obtained the crystal shield. It seems that this semi-transparent shield can absorb impacts and even energy, ensuring that Maginus cannot cause damage.

Wow!

Tiny vines coiled around her, and Maginus tried to break free, but her body was firmly held in place and she could not move. These withered vines that had grown out were very tough, and even she could not break free.

Her figure froze, and a look of joy flashed across everyone's faces. Countless attacks rained down, engulfing Maginus. After the spellcasters' attacks ended, a warrior rushed into the smoke and saw the wounded Maginus swing her sword down.

Her body was cut open, and Maginus turned into blood before them, emerging from the pool of blood, and then swung her sword at the warriors.

The fully enchanted blade failed to break the enemy's weapon, but the attacked legendary figure clearly suffered internal injuries; the impact had damaged his internal organs, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The spellcaster flew into the air to escape the sea of ​​blood, while the warriors struggled against Maginus in the muddy sea of ​​blood. The high-damage attacks caused waves to rise over the entire crimson ocean, but otherwise, nothing seemed particularly special.

The entire forest was riddled with holes, but the elves, disregarding the forest and trees, struggled to fight back.

In their struggle against the goddess of death, they encountered the same predicaments as other enemies of Maginos.

Difficult to kill, very difficult to kill, extremely difficult to kill.

No matter how many times her body was destroyed, she could always return from the sea of ​​blood. Some people tried soul-binding and imprisonment techniques, but this body was just an avatar, connected to her actions by threads of faith.

Some people saw the situation and wanted to sever this connection, but how could a connection created by the gods be so easily severed? To put it simply, Maginus's threads were connected to every drop of blood when the sea of ​​blood parted.

almost.

Maginus snapped his fingers, and the sea of ​​blood surged. Tentacles that blotted out the sky rose up, with a radius of fifty meters and a length of hundreds of meters, and pressed down hard on the spellcasters and warriors.

boom!

The tentacles slapped the ground, causing earthquakes. But that wasn't all. They rose up again and began flailing wildly. The legends who had created the barrier were immediately drenched in sweat. In addition to preventing the solid life forms that suddenly appeared before them, they also had to defend against large-scale attacks.

Moreover, everything they saw was crimson. The elves keenly sensed the restlessness in their own emotions and the growing murderous intent towards Maginus, which even affected their judgment.

Like all the enemies she had killed, the Elf King felt some regret.

"Do you regret it now?"

Maginus sensed the Elf King's regret and a mocking glint flashed in her eyes: "Too bad, even if you say you want to reconcile now, I won't agree. I'm not the only one who wants your life."

Blade storm!

The blood suddenly exploded, the spiritual energy contained within it dissipating to form crimson blades that surrounded the enemy, slicing through defenses, armor, and the body. The mental damage from the Soul-Eating Blade was so intense that it caused the elf's wife to...

In the distance, the elders and the church elves watched, none of them stepping forward.

Chapter 697 Even the avatar is this strong

The twelve legends can inflict damage, but they still can't kill her.

Maginus's body had been shattered countless times, and her spiritual energy and life force were constantly being depleted, but this avatar had accumulated so much life force that only a portion of it was being consumed.

The elven royals who surrounded and killed her looked grim. They had never seen anything more difficult to kill than a divine abomination. No matter how strong the immortality of some divine abominations was, they still had a core. As long as the core was destroyed, they would die, or their souls could be bound to completely eliminate them.

The red-haired girl in front of them had no real core, and they couldn't grasp her soul.

With the death of yet another non-spellcaster, the Elf King's face flashed with dejection and despair. He gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and said, "Go, all of you get out. I'll stop him."

“Your Majesty,” an elven spellcaster said with a bitter expression, “we can’t get out.”

Upon hearing the answer, the Elf King turned around in astonishment. Sometime during the day, a layer of crimson barrier enveloped them. Not only that, but there also seemed to be a magical barrier outside the crystal, and it was elven magic.

"Ha, the Council of Elders, so that's how it is. So this was all a conspiracy against the royal family, and it's been planned for a long time."

The Elf King's face turned deathly pale, and he began to mutter something. Upon hearing this, Maginus, who was fighting in a frenzy, flashed a mocking expression, shattering his self-comfort:

"Ha, you blame others for your own greed. I originally wanted to ask about the solution to the Dimensional Spider Curse, not come here to kill people!"

Maginus believed he had been very polite. Faced with the first group of elves attempting to assassinate him, he sensed something was wrong, even letting them go back to investigate, and then he made a special effort to speed up his journey.

As a result, the Elf King, for some unknown reason, decided to confront her. Since the other party wasn't giving her any face, she didn't need to either; she had to demonstrate her strength.

A chilling aura rose in his eyes, and a sea of ​​blood rose from beneath his feet, enveloping everyone and gradually solidifying into a rock-like structure that made it difficult for anyone to move. The powerful life force was even compressed into the anti-magic field, causing the caster to feel suffocated and his blood to rush to his head.

Nearly an hour later, the bard, pale-faced, put down his bone flute and switched to playing his lute.

The elven mage who received the ring had already turned most of his body into a wooden structure, making movement extremely difficult.

As for the warrior wielding the crystal shield, unfortunately, that's the one Maginus killed. The shield had absorbed countless amounts of damage, and suddenly reached its threshold, causing the legendary warrior to explode completely. Clearly, the shield had reflected all the damage back in an instant.

The damage that returned was all inflicted by her; wasn't it her who killed them?

As for the fallen shield, the elven warriors were quick-witted enough to retrieve it, which made Maginus a little disappointed.

She also wanted to test whether, if she were to wield it herself, the shield would be the first to unleash all its damage, or the shield would accumulate enough damage to completely deplete her life force.

The solidified life force environment further compressed the elves' range of movement, making the legendary warriors completely unable to defeat Maginus.

She thrived in the steel-like vitality, which yielded to her movements, while they had to rely on brute force to pull their bodies apart.

If someone wants to kill their own avatar... fifty legendary spellcasters continuously bombarding them with high-level spells would probably be enough to solve the problem.

Maginus thought to herself, then cautiously raised the number from fifty to one hundred. Well, not like Benia's, but the ones in front of her.

Benia has a feeling that she could seal Maginus's avatar single-handedly, but it's just an avatar. The original body's strength is growing too fast, and the snake-woman can't touch it.

Legendary, legendary miracles—Magnus, with her elevated standards, believed that only solo sealing or slaying divine abominations could be considered legendary. Unfortunately, most were merely "breaking through the limits of mortals."

The difference between gods, legends, and mortals is indeed vast. I, a quasi-god specializing in vitality and soul, am close to a demigod, and my painstakingly crafted avatar is able to defeat so many legends.

Maginus once again thought that he was not optimistic about the upcoming world-ending war. During the battle, he looked down at the ground, stroked his chin, and planned to visit the Earth Mother at the Earth Temple after the battle was over.

The continent of Noir is the body of K; it's impossible that even K can't connect with the prime material plane.