The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

The Dark Guardian's greatsword was already crashing down on her head. Without dodging, she raised her hands to meet the sharp greatsword. The greatsword struck her bones but did not break them; instead, it struck as if it were steel.

The once beautiful elf was gone; a violent transformation occurred on her body, which gradually grew larger, supporting a giant sword, with sharp blades growing from her elbows, and blood gushing from her torn skin.

Her skin grew back rougher and tougher, her leg bones bent backward like an ostrich, all her hair disappeared, and her hideous face was filled with a pair of scarlet eyes full of savagery.

Even the collar that Marku put on her neck burst open, but unfortunately she seems to have completely lost her mind, and her only goal is to kill all the creatures in front of her.

Maginus stared at the enormous monster before him and quickly compared it to the skeleton in his dream, discovering that the skeleton was the monster's skeleton.

Raising her hand to push aside the Dark Guardian, Erra, now a monster known as the Slayer, swung her claws to tear through the armor, but the Demon Soul Corpse swiftly grabbed one of her hands, ignoring the other that was attacking her chest.

Wielding the greatsword in one hand, the Demon Soul Corpse swung it with all its might, aiming for the Slayer's neck. To ensure that it could sever her head in one strike, black energy flowed from the greatsword.

boom!

The bishop watched nervously, but the scene he had anticipated—the slayer being beheaded—did not occur. The pressure of the sharp greatsword, under the influence of the slayer's tough skin and magic, flowed to other parts near the neck, failing to kill.

Magic protected her vitals, and Erra stumbled and fell to the ground. The Dark Guardian raised his leg and stomped on her head, raising his longsword high to continue his attack.

If we can't kill it in one go, then we'll attack it a few more times!

We can't let Erla die.

Marcus knew this all too well. At this moment, his pupils turned completely black, with a green light flashing from the corners of his eyes. Gazing at the two sides locked in battle, he raised a finger, exuding an extreme sense of majesty.

The next second, Marcus gave the order: "Stop!"

The immense sense of intimidation froze the demonic corpse in place, and the bishop immediately realized that his blood relative was using the power of tyranny to command the demonic corpse.

To stop the demonic corpse, Marku coughed, blood flowing from his nose. There was nothing he could do; the Crystal Salt Kingdom was not a tyrannical country, nor did he have the power to exercise tyranny.

This is precisely why it would be exceptionally difficult for Marcus to enforce tyranny through his own spirit; even if he were a count or even a king, his tyranny would not be so weak.

"Sling the weapon away!"

The killer, who had been pinned down by the Dark Guardian, overturned him, and the situation reversed. Erra, who had lost her mind, pressed the demonic corpse to the ground and stretched out her sharp claws to pierce the soul fire. The soul fire kept lighting up and going out, clearly under attack.

Even more seriously, just before being overturned, Marcus ordered the Dark Guardians to throw off their weapons.

Chapter 202 Are they all out of breath?

With two commands issued, the Dark Guardian was finally at a disadvantage. However, after breaking free from the first command, it immediately swung its arms to counterattack the Slayer. The two enormous monsters, lacking a lethal attack, would likely be locked in a protracted struggle.

In other words, Marcus still has to confront the bishop head-on.

"Hehehe, hahahahaha! My blood relative, what do you have to fight me with? As a spellcaster, I am much stronger than you!"

This was exactly the situation the bishop wanted to see. Looking at his blood relative opposite him, he slightly turned the bone staff in his hand and revealed an excited smile, as if he was thinking about how to torture him to death.

Marku clenched his fists, clearly very nervous, as he pondered how he could achieve victory, and finally made a very risky decision.

If we're really comparing spellcasting, the only thing I can match the bishop for is the sheer number of spells I can cast. In terms of casting speed and spell power, I can't beat him at all.

All Marcus can do is use a variety of spells to achieve unexpected effects. Think about it, think about what simple spells can deplete the opponent's powerful spell slots...

He pondered the plan, but the bishop wouldn't give his blood relative any chance to think. He uttered a few notes, his fingers trembling slightly, and a black energy ray carrying malice flew towards Marku.

Weakening spell!

The weakening ray flew towards Marku. To the bishop, Marku's strength was what posed a danger, so he needed to weaken the strong young man's body first.

As the black ray hurtling towards him flew towards him, the gem on Marcus's belt lit up and shattered, directly blocking the attack. Through the bishop's attack, he immediately realized the key to his victory.

Since magic can't compete, let's exhaust the opponent's magic and then fight hand-to-hand.

Fog spell!

Taking advantage of the bishop's spellcasting pause, Marku immediately cast a fog spell to fill the surroundings with mist, ensuring that the bishop could not lock onto him from a distance.

Looking at the thickening fog around him, the cult bishop guessed what the nobleman opposite him was thinking. He glanced back at the Dark Guardians and Slayers who were still locked in combat, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He had no more spell slots left to summon powerful monsters to help him, so he had to deal with them himself. Fortunately, the bone staff still had two charges...

Thunderous Wave!

The fog spell was supposed to be dispersed using a spell like wind, but there was a problem: the bishop's spell slots didn't include wind spells, so he could only use the impact of thunder waves to clear the fog.

Hearing the thunder rumbling in the mist and the mist being blown away, Marku realized that the bishop did not carry any spells that could dispel the mist.

He finally became excited about this, and gently rubbed his palms together, trying to summon the mist again, but what he got in return was that his spell was interrupted.

Counterspell!

The bishop saw through his plan and immediately pinpointed Marku's location from the thinning mist, raising his bone staff to point at the magic gathering in Marku's hand.

The spell, which should have been completed, was interrupted, and the magic dissipated into a dazzling light. Relying on his casting speed, the bishop immediately raised his hand to cast a human immobilization spell, trying to freeze Markku in place.

The nobleman's powerful spirit rendered him immune to magic, and the anxious bishop's face darkened. Marku, on the other hand, laughed heartily: "Looks like you weren't very well prepared after my sneak attack!"

Marku possesses the power of tyranny, and even though he had almost used it all up, this power still ensures that he is difficult to control with spells that affect the mind.

Once again, the Bishop, who dared not confront Marku within the mist, was forced to fight back and found himself in a somewhat disheveled state.

On the fierce battlefield, an outsider quietly watched their struggle. Maginus had no intention of getting involved; he only wanted to reap the benefits in the end.

Besides, she couldn't get involved anyway. The Slayers and Dark Guardians were beyond her capabilities. If the Fireball and Acid Arrow hit her, she would be half dead.

At least for now, the vast life force she has gathered cannot be directly converted into her own life. She won't die if her injuries are too severe, but she will need time to recover her mobility.

During this time, someone could easily finish her off, chop off her head, or pierce her skull.

Heading towards death...

Maginus stared at the corpse on the ground. Every step she took was a leap towards death and then an escape from it. She would probably have to keep jumping back and forth like this, and who knows when she would become a corpse on the ground herself.

Oh, maybe it won't be long, it could happen right now, so we still need stronger survival skills. If we want to live, we have to get rid of our physical and even spiritual weaknesses.

Watching the two battling it out, the bishop gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Maginus calculated the spells they were casting, mobilized his life force to form mist, and slowly enveloped the surroundings, gathering as quickly as possible when necessary.

Turning her gaze away from the two spellcasters, she focused on the Dark Guardian and the Slayer. On the surface, the Slayer seemed to have the upper hand, but the girl could see that Erra's vitality was rapidly declining.

She was about to collapse from her killer form; her physical strength and mental rage were almost completely depleted, and the elf was about to revert to her original form.

The Dark Guardian was in a slightly better situation than her, but the soul fire within her was showing signs of fatigue after Erra's repeated attacks.

Both of them swung their fists slower and slower, but they were still able to cause great damage to Maginus. However, she could not wait any longer; at least she judged that Erra would be the one to die.

After Erra's death, if Maginus does not absorb the bloodline of slaughter within her in time, the power contained therein may not necessarily be obtained by her.

Time passed slowly, and about fifteen minutes had gone by in the battle. Both sides were covered in wounds and exhausted.

Having confirmed that they were all in a state of utter exhaustion, Maginus's body awoke from its slumber, the flow of blood and the beating of her heart quickened, and her stiff body immediately adjusted.

Raising their hands and clenching them tightly, the scattered life mist gathered on the battlefield at top speed. The two spellcasters realized the problem almost within three seconds.

There's a third party on the battlefield!

Upon seeing the red mist, the two quickly realized who the third party was. It seemed that there was only one well-known entity in the capital capable of forming red mist.

"Is that Miss Mine?! Quickly help me kill this cultist!!"

Marcus feigned delight as he shouted, but the bishop grinned and roared at Maginus, who was possibly nearby, "Hey, this guy also has the blood of an evil god. If you kill me, he'll kill you too!"

Chapter 203 It's my turn to reap the rewards.

Ignoring the two spellcasters who were still in danger despite using a lot of magic, Maginus focused her attention on the Dark Guardian and Erra, flicking her short sword and gathering soul energy above it to form a greatsword.

Holding the much larger yet still incredibly light Nen Blade, she prepared herself briefly and aimed the blade at the two enormous monsters in the distance.

She burst forth by stomping on the ground. Unlike in her mental dream, in the real world, she couldn't even crack the ground with her footsteps. The girl rushed over quickly and aimed at Erra's neck, slashing down.

Sensing the danger behind her, Erra, who was pressing down on the Dark Guardian, forcefully pulled at the Demon Soul Corpse beneath her, trying to turn over so that the Demon Soul Corpse could take the attack.

However, the heavily armored Dark Guardian was combat-ready; he relentlessly pursued the Slayer, giving it no chance to escape, and Maginus's psychic blade immediately struck Erra's neck.

A psychological blow!

The greatsword is infused with a vast amount of soul energy. Regardless of the size of the weapon shaped by the mind blade, the amount of energy that can be injected into it is actually the same.

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A soft popping sound rang out. As always, the killer's skin mitigated the damage from the slashes and impacts, but its protection showed obvious signs of damage, with cracks appearing on its tough skin.

As the greatsword dissipated, Maginus confirmed that she was firmly held by the Dark Guardian. He then drew the Guardian Sword from behind his back, held it in his hand, and stood on the Slayer's back, aiming the sword tip at her neck once more.

With a powerful leap into the air, Maginus, gripping the longsword in reverse, forcefully plunged it into the bodyguard's skin. The tough skin immediately caved in, and a drop of blood oozed from the tip of the sword.

The skin, pierced by the sword, was cut open. The longsword did not penetrate the neck muscles very deeply, but the thick bones protected the back of the neck, thus ensuring its safety and protecting it from both stabs and blunt force.

Given Maginus's current strength, it seems unlikely that she can eliminate the Killer quickly without other weapons.

"Miss Mine, come with me and kill this bishop, then we'll deal with that blood-red monster!"

Marcus continued to pretend he didn't recognize the monster. The bishop, sensing something amiss, coldly asked, "Hey, you've been over there from the beginning, haven't you?"

Without answering the two men's questions, the girl put away her protector, looked up to dodge the killer's sudden attack, and threw the psychic blade at the dark guard on the ground.

The mental blade, which had been used to inflict a mental attack, exploded, and the resulting mental shock caused the Dark Guardian intense pain. He howled silently, but no one could hear his inner thoughts.

Mental attacks are effective against demonic corpses, but she doesn't need to go through that trouble to kill large, immobile creatures, since she has another secret weapon.

Maginus never expected to need that thing at this moment, since it was not only a little heavy for Maginus, but also difficult to wield due to his height.

Well, it can only hit solid targets with thick skin. Against guys like Marku or the bishop, the girl would be at a disadvantage with it.

Unhurriedly opening her dimensional bag, Maginus drew the Geese Silver Sword. In the hands of the Geese Yankees, it seemed to undergo a transformation, but the girl used it merely as a high-level magical weapon.

Maginus drew the Ghiss Silver Sword, which emitted a strong aura. Even though they were not sensitive to psychic energy, the two spellcasters nearby could sense that Maginus seemed to have taken out some powerful weapon.

They stopped what they were doing and looked around at the red mist, eager to know what was causing them so much pressure.

With both hands gripping the heavy silver sword, Maginus swayed and tossed it behind her back, taking a deep breath as she looked at the two enormous figures on the ground.

"Roar!!"

The Slayer clearly wanted to live and was trying to break free from the Dark Guardian's restraints. However, the Demon Soul Corpse had no intention of surviving and strictly obeyed orders, holding back Erra to prevent her from escaping.

With her legs bent, one in front of the other, Maginus took a few steps back and began to exert force with her muscles, looking upwards, hoping to jump as high as possible.

Breathe, breathe, breathe

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, the blood flowing through Maginos's body accelerated to its limit, and her heart rate also reached its limit.

As she leaped high into the air, she raised the silver sword behind her back, and as she landed, she decisively slashed it down in front of her!

Without the Silver Sword of Ghis, Maginus should have waited until either the Slayer or the Dark Guardian was defeated before launching an attack.

But with the Silver Sword of Gith, she didn't need to think so much. She didn't believe that the skin of this mid-level killer in front of her could withstand the attack of a high-level magical weapon, even if the magical weapon had no other use besides being sharp.

The giant sword whistled as it fell from the sky. At the last moment, Erra pulled hard on her arms, and both of her arms snapped off in response, trying to escape the attack by mimicking a gecko shedding its tail.

But pulling on the arms also takes time, and that little time is enough for Maginus to launch a fatal strike.

Blood gushed from both arms. The killer tried its best to turn its head to avoid the slash, but to its surprise, a weak impact hit its right cheek first, causing it to pause for less than half a second.

The liquid life force slapped onto its face, cutting off Erra's chance of survival.

The silver greatsword sliced ​​through the blood mist and struck Erra's neck from the side, easily slicing through the skin, flesh, and even bone. Only a small piece of skin remained connecting Erra's head to her body.

Gissilver continued to fall, striking the Dark Guardian's chest. The heavy armor covering the rotting body was destroyed, and the blade continued to cleanly sever the corpse's arm, completely cleaving open its right chest.

Maginus landed on her feet, the greatsword slashing deep into the ground before finally stopping. Without any hesitation, she released the hilt with one hand and created a mental blade that pierced into the Dark Guardian's helmet.

A psychological blow!

The burning soul fire inside the helmet caused a tremor, and the demonic corpse with two arms slammed its arms into Maginus's back, the immense force impacting the girl's internal organs.

Had the Dark Guardians not been so exhausted from their attacks, Maginus would likely have been temporarily rendered incapacitated by that blow.

With a breath held in her chest, she gripped the Mind Blade, ignoring the elf's corpse that had fallen to the side and was gradually shrinking. She continuously poured soul energy into the Mind Blade, and then fiercely stabbed it into the core of the Dark Guardian.

The hand behind her fell again, and layers of liquid life force covered the girl's body, acting as a buffer. The attack from the demonic corpse was greatly reduced, at least it didn't knock out the girl's last breath.

It tried to clench its fist, but with its soul fire under attack, it couldn't; its fingers bent, unable to grasp the girl's arm.

Chapter 204 It's your turn

The Soul Flame became chaotic due to the attack, and the scattered soul energy was absorbed by the girl, which slowed down its movement until finally, the arm that was slapping Maginus's back fell to the ground.

Exhaling the breath she had been holding in, she rose from the corpse and stretched. She didn't know when, but the elf's body on the ground had already turned to dust; perhaps it had begun the moment she killed Erra.

The blood of the defeated has already flowed into Maginos's body.

"laugh"

Feeling the heat, Maginos raised her hand and took off her coat. It was winter, and it had snowed not long ago, so the temperature had dropped to a very low level. However, having absorbed the bloodline, she did not feel cold at all.

She could feel her blood burning, though it was an exaggeration, it seemed to be generating real high temperatures.