The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

He greeted Marku with a light laugh, and Marku smiled and bowed in return: "Yes, brother, we finally meet. That's right, I'm confident I can beat you."

With a gentle flick of his bone staff, the cult bishop turned his gaze to Erra beside Marku, his eyes holding a meaningful look: "A battle of strife and tyranny, and here comes a bloodthirsty offspring, humph."

“The blood in our veins resists the offspring of slaughter, but Father God never said we cannot cooperate with them, did he?”

Marku chuckled and snapped his fingers, intensifying the attack of the soldiers with their cold eyes. Seeing this, the cult bishop raised his bone staff and struck the ground, which also strengthened the monsters, thus maintaining the current order.

Both Marcus and the bishop originally intended to avoid fighting themselves, hoping to rely on these soldiers and monsters to suppress their blood relatives. They preferred to operate from behind the scenes rather than fight personally.

Unfortunately, it seems that the original plan cannot be achieved now, and the only option is to confront it head-on and turn their thorn in their side into a servant.

The two stood about a hundred meters apart. Erla, looking annoyed, asked in a low voice to Marku, "Aren't you going to let me make a move?"

“Don’t rush. You have no idea how cunning I am,” Marcus replied in a low voice. “The one on the other side is even more cunning than me. We absolutely cannot go over there easily and let him launch the first attack.”

"Cough cough cough."

The two remained locked in a stalemate. The bishop coughed several times, covering his mouth, and the blood he spat out landed vividly on his hands. Both sides were focused on the battlefield and did not realize that someone was quietly lurking nearby.

Having arrived at the battlefield, Maginus suppressed her life force and lay motionless in the alley. She watched both sides calculate the distance of the killing aura, and then twitched her fingers slightly, trying to make the two sides fight quickly.

Killing Aura...

A subtle magical fluctuation spread out. Marku and the bishop, with their keen senses, frowned and looked around in unison, both concluding that the other side was behind it.

Erla frowned suddenly, feeling a sense of familiarity about the fluctuations: "It seems to be something related to killing; I can sense it to some extent."

The elf informed Marku, and as he gazed at the bishop, a sense of displeasure and irritation began to well up within him.

The two very patient spellcasters were the same; they quickly realized their own emotional problems and used methods to deal with them.

Marku gripped his necklace, and the bishop slightly turned his cane. A magical fluctuation flashed across both of them, and Erra's agitation, which had been gripping her weapon and ready to attack, was alleviated.

Seeing their patience, Maginus stopped her little actions, pressed herself against the alley wall like a statue, no longer participating in the battle, and quietly waited for their fight to begin.

After standing there for a full thirty minutes, the battle between the soldiers and the monsters finally ended. During this time, some ordinary civilians came by, but the rampant monsters meant that Marku didn't need to say anything to them; they were able to run away on their own.

The monsters were completely dealt with, leaving only a few soldiers on the field. Under Marcus's command, the remaining soldiers turned their ruthless gazes toward the cult bishop, raised their weapons, and stumbled forward.

Their bodies were clearly no longer able to support them in continuing the fight; they were merely launching a suicidal attack in response to orders from the tyranny.

Looking at this group of weak and powerless fellows who couldn't even put up a desperate counterattack, the bishop snorted and drew a short sword from his waist: "You don't actually think these guys can make me put up any effort, do you?"

Stripping off his robes, the cult bishop revealed his gaunt body wrapped in bandages. He rubbed his short sword lightly against his arm before muttering incantations.

Demonized weapons.

The magical incantation seeped into the short sword, and the bishop aimed the tip at the foremost soldier. As the soldier raised his sword to attack, the bishop stepped forward and deftly thrust the sword forward.

The enhanced short sword pierced the soldier's throat. Although the bishop looked frail, he was actually quite agile. After dodging the soldiers' feeble attacks, he killed them all.

However, as he swung his sword for the last time, Marku grinned and chanted a spell at top speed, waving his hands wildly!

The bishop listened to the incantation that Marku was about to recite, and he already knew what kind of spell the man was about to cast after only about a quarter of the incantation had been recited.

Corpse Explosion!

Upon confirming the spell, the cult bishop, unable to cast a spell to dodge, looked at the swelling corpses around him and decisively reached for his ring.

Chapter 200 The Battle of Blood Relatives

The bodies around the bishop exploded completely, and the violent explosion cracked the ground, but the bishop himself was not in the blast radius.

A shimmering silver mist appeared briefly and then vanished. As the mist dissipated, the cult bishop emerged, removing and discarding the now-useless magic ring from his hand.

The ring stores a one-time stealth step, triggered by touch.

"Not bad, let's begin."

The thin man squinted and spoke, clearly displeased by Marku's sudden attack. He raised the bone staff in one hand, made two gestures with the other, and uttered short notes.

Judging from the casting speed and the complexity of the magical fluctuations, the cult bishop's spellcasting is of the spell slot type, which means that the spells he casts are fixed.

Magic Missile!

Six tracking magic missiles flew out of the cane one after another, aiming at Marku and flying rapidly towards him.

Seeing the missile approaching in an instant, the nobleman took a few steps back and was about to cast a spell when Erra had already begun her defensive action the moment the magic missile was created in front of her staff.

She used her single-edged sword to pick up a small wooden plank from the ground and threw it into the path of the first missile. The missile collided with the plank, shattered, and disappeared. The remaining five missiles continued their trajectory toward Maku.

Shield spell!

A very thin force field unfolded in front of Marku. He pulled aside Erra, who was blocking his way, and stepped forward. He even had time to turn around and laugh, "You don't need to block for me. Other spells are fine, but forget about magic missiles."

The Shield spell doesn't actually create a shield; in fact, it's a spell specifically designed to block magical missiles. The force field shield it creates can completely neutralize magical missiles, causing them to structurally disintegrate.

In other words, no matter how many magic missiles there are, they will all become completely ineffective once they hit the shield spell.

And coincidentally, Marku knew the Shield spell, a spell specifically designed to counter magic missiles.

In fact, aside from magic tricks, magic missiles and shields are the simplest offensive and defensive spells on the continent of Knoil.

This leads spellcasters in spell slots to consider not recording two spells in their spell slots, but spellcasters in non-spell slots, unless they are wild mages, will most likely know both spells.

Even though he was a sorcerer, Marku still made time to learn these two spells.

Warlocks usually cast spells using the power of their bloodline, but that doesn't stop them from taking the time to learn some simple spells.

In reality, if someone has warlock blood and high intelligence, like Maginus in the past, the difference between the two professions is very small; it's mainly a matter of preference.

An extremely simple spell was nullified. The bishop's face remained expressionless as he raised his staff and cast another spell. A dark green acid arrow shot towards Maku at an extremely fast speed.

Strong acid arrow!

"Tsk, get out of the way!"

Erla kicked away Marku, who had no time to dodge, bent slightly, and then ran towards the extremely thin bishop, the single-edged sword in her hand reflecting the nearby firelight.

The body has been revived!

Without making any gestures or chanting any spells, the bishop's bone staff erupted with intense negative energy, and the corpses of the dead soldiers around him slowly rose from the ground.

The bone staff in the bishop's hand was a magic staff capable of casting necromancy. According to Marku's observation, it could only cast five spells at most, because one of the five gems at the top of the staff had already dimmed.

Among the resurrected corpses, one was forced to rush in front of him before it could even get up, thus shielding him from the attack.

Erra could only swing his longsword to cut the corpse before he could even attack the bishop. He then cast a spell again, using short notes and simple gestures to force the approaching warriors back.

Thunderous Wave!

boom!

Erra, who was underweight, was sent flying. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Marku released a spell he had prepared. A bright ball of light, about the size of a walnut, floated in his hand, and the surrounding air distorted due to the high temperature.

He aimed at the bishop's position and swung his arm forcefully. The dazzling ball of light traced a seemingly straight line with an indistinct curve, flying directly towards the enemy's feet.

It's too small; if you aim at the bishop's body, he might dodge it. Aiming at the ground is fine because although it looks small, it actually has a wide-range attack.

Fireball!

A fireball the size of a walnut landed on the ground. The bishop squinted, and the bandages wrapped around his body glowed. In the instant the bandages flashed, the fireball exploded from the center, and fierce flames spread in all directions!

The corpses that had just been resurrected and were surrounding the bishop all lay down, this time turning into mummies.

Amidst the burning flames, the bishop's body was slightly scalded, but thanks to the bandages, he was still able to move. He gripped his bone staff tightly with both hands, and solemn, sinister incantations emanated from the flames and smoke.

"Strife, bloodshed, death—warriors who refuse to give up the fight!"

Marcus's pupils contracted slightly. The long incantation of a spellcaster specializing in necromancy was most likely a summoning spell, and a very powerful one at that.

Damn it, the smoke is obscuring his casting movements, and I can't see what he's summoning at all!

Marcus was tricked by his own fireball spell. Enveloped in smoke, he couldn't see anything and couldn't even counter the spell.

With her stronger intuition, Erra suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She realized that what the bishop had summoned this time was definitely dangerous. Her face contorted with rage, she ignored the damage from the flames and charged straight into the fire, trying to interrupt the spell.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"I call upon you, rise again before me!"

Intense negative energy spread from the center of the fire, and with a crisp metallic clang, Erla was sent flying backward and crashed into the wall.

The flames were extinguished by the impact of negative energy, and a two-meter-tall warrior dressed in heavy black armor and wielding a black greatsword stood in front of the bishop, emanating a stench that even the cold could not mask.

The dead Dark Guardian?

"Dark Guardian!?"

Both Maginus and Marcus recognized the creature's former profession. Marcus's expression turned somewhat grim, and it became even more so when he saw the Dark Guardian make a gesture resembling an attack preparation.

The Dark Guardian, now an undead creature, assumed a fighting stance, his back arched to ensure stability, and the soul fire within his eyes beneath his helmet seeped from the gaps in his armor.

A roar came from the monster's mouth: "Ho..." (Jiu Mingwu X Qi Yishan Z)

That's right, this is a Dark Guardian of the Demon Soul Corpse, and like the ancestors of Maginus in the Nesserian Cave, it has some memories of battles from its previous life.

Just as Marku was feeling nervous and hesitant to attack, Erla, who had been knocked away, shouted, "No, attack now! It's not strong enough yet!"

"Hahaha, too late! Go forth, my lord's servants, submit to me, and slay my enemies!"

The gaunt bishop laughed wildly, one hand pressed against the back of the demonic corpse, and he poured all the remaining power of conflict he had collected in the theater into the demonic corpse.

Chapter 201 The Killer

Conflict, conflict, conflict...

At this moment, the royal capital was filled with strife. The energy that the bishop had injected into the demonic corpse resonated slightly with the surrounding strife, and a sharp buzzing sound echoed in the minds of Maginus, Marcus, and Erra.

The Dark Guardian suddenly raised his head, his eyes erupting with soul fire, filling the gaps in his helmet with a deep blue flame.

Its bones made strange noises, and the corpse suddenly swelled up, its armor growing larger as if it had been enchanted with a magic spell to grow bigger. The oppressive aura emanating from it also grew stronger and stronger.

"Ho... Fen..."

With his neck twisting, the Dark Guardian uttered a few characters. Erra, who had been knocked away, was now enraged, baring her four canine teeth and charging at the Dark Guardian again with her single-edged sword.

At first, the elf easily slashed the demonic corpse's neck with her longsword. However, before she could completely sever the neck, the Dark Guardian grabbed the longsword with his bare hand, staring intently at her with his helmet glowing with crimson flames, and roared:

"Conflict!!"

With a slap, the Dark Guardian knocked the longsword from her neck and swung his greatsword at Erra. The elf could only barely raise her sword to defend herself, but she was no match for the Dark Guardian's strength.

She should be very glad that she was using a single-edged sword, because at this moment, the single-edged sword used for defense had already struck Erra herself with a very obvious cracking sound as the greatsword swung and struck her.

With her ribs broken, or perhaps shattered, she slumped against the wall, motionless, as if unconscious.

Then Erra was knocked away again. The demonic corpse, its neck cut in half, tilted its head and raised its hand to press its neck back. Black power surged from the wound and reconnected it.

"hiss……"

Banishment!

Looking at the demonic corpse in front of him, strengthened by the power of conflict, Marku gasped.

He tried to use the banishment spell to temporarily banish the demonic corpse, but at this moment the demonic corpse shone with black light, and the power of the conflict gave it a certain resistance, ensuring that it would not be banished to the temporary space.

The bishop pointed at Marku and shouted, "Go, kill him!"

The Dark Guardian lunged at Maku, who quickly used his stealth technique to move to the roof of the thatched hut, but this only delayed his death.

Cracks appeared on the ground where the demonic corpse trod. Its enormous body smashed through fragile walls and low houses one after another. Unable to create any distance, Marku could only keep using the Mysterious Step to escape.

Strong acid arrow!

Magic formed a green liquid, which condensed into arrows that flew towards Marku. Sensing danger, he turned around and saw the arrows fired by the bishop, so he could only use the Shadow Step once again.

This can't go on any longer, or the magic power within me will be used up!

Marku was quickly thinking of a way to break the deadlock when, just then, Erla, who was lying on the ground seemingly unconscious, opened her eyes and her bones made a twisting sound.

Without a moment's rest as it rose from the ground, the elf's gaze fixed on the bishop, who was now alone. Gripping its single-edged sword, it launched an attack, roaring at the bishop who was looking at it:

"Die to me!!"

"Demon Soul Corpse!"

The bishop, more concerned with his own life, cried out to the Dark Guardians who had been chasing Marku. The soul fire within the corpse's helmet leaped and burst forth, its legs pushing off the wall as it charged back towards its "master."

As the Dark Guards charged towards her, Erra's expression grew increasingly ferocious, her fair skin turning red. Both Maginus in the distance and the bishop nearby noticed something was wrong with her.

Her bones appear to have deformed.

"Become a killer! I'll bless you!!"

Marku shouted, and Erra opened her mouth, her cheeks ripped open, her lower jaw completely detached from her upper jaw, emitting an extremely terrifying roar:

"Roar!!!"