A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

After hearing such loyal words, Ye Shuang merely glanced at the speaker.

Fight to the death for her? There's no need.

Ye Shuang knew why the people of the Mathematical Society admired her, but she still didn't trust anyone from the Mathematical Society.

You only need to trust yourself.

Nyarlathotep noticed Night Frost's disdain and became angry.

"Don't look down on me, you math idiots!" She stepped forward, taking the lead, and the elves behind her followed closely.

Only after the opponent launched their attack did Ye Shuang lift her eyelids, as if she had just woken up.

She stretched out her slender hand, on which was a black ring.

The black ring was wrapped with blood-red patterns.

The patterns seem alive, constantly burning and flowing on the surface of the magazine ring like magma.

"The Flame of Purification"

On the seabed where the seawater had been dispersed, black flames ignited.

What a familiar color, what a familiar temperature—this is the flame that easily neutralized the attack of the "Great Enemy of God" warship.

Is this all Night Frost can do? Of course not.

She simply felt there was no need to use any other abilities; this one was enough to deal with all the enemies in front of her.

From within the black flames came the screams of the elven soldiers and the muffled groans of Nyarlathotep.

The members of the Mathematical Society watched this scene without any surprise.

They had seen this scene many times before.

The flames burned fiercer and fiercer, even spreading to the ships of the White Court Kingdom.

The ship, which was originally in good condition, was burned to charcoal.

"I'm leaving." Ye Shuang didn't look at the result, straightened her back, and walked away.

The students behind them, who were familiar with idioms, bowed in unison and then followed Ye Shuang.

There's no need to watch this match to the end, because the winner of this battle is already quite obvious.

---

It is unknown how much time passed before the flames left by Night Frost finally went out completely.

The ground, scorched black by the flames, was covered in soot.

Among these charred remains, how many are spirits, and how many are the wreckage of ships?

The thought of those who were consumed by flames sends chills down my spine.

But here, there is still one person who was not burned to ashes.

The coldness emanating from Nyarlathotep's armor protected her.

This armor was also part of Dorothea's collection, but it didn't contain any remnants of any concept.

Nevertheless, this armor would be considered a divine artifact even in the mortal world.

Thanks to the armor bestowed upon him by Todorosia, Nyarlathotep was spared the fate of being burned to ashes.

Unfortunately, although she wasn't burned to ashes, Nyarlathotep was still severely burned.

Her once fair skin is now covered in large areas of burns, and the wounds are horrifying.

Despite the excruciating pain, Naya got up from the ground.

The ground is still hot, and Naya gets burned just by touching it.

If left out for too long, your palms will probably get mushy.

Naya finally managed to stand up and walk to the open space on the side.

Moving to a safe place had exhausted all her strength, and she collapsed after finally reaching a safe spot.

Half of Naya's lovely face was also burned.

"..." Nyarlathotep was filled with resentment and confusion.

What exactly happened to Capras? His former power is nothing now.

One stronger entity after another emerged.

These powerful beings have always been there, but for some reason they can't appear.

The last demon invasion was the same.

She anticipated that the witch from the Mathematical Society would be very strong and that she might have a tough fight, but she never imagined that she would be defeated on her first meeting.

She closed her eyes in agony; if no one had come to her rescue, she would have died soon from her worsening injuries.

Nyarlathotep only knows how to use magic to fight, but not how to use magic to heal herself or others.

"Can you still speak?" Naya vaguely heard a female voice.

--"illusion??"

"The injury is too severe..." the voice continued in my ear.

"I hope you can pull through."

"If you are still conscious, open your eyes."

This time, Nyarlathotep was finally able to confirm that the voice was not a hallucination.

She struggled to lift her eyelids, and what came into view was a female knight.

The female knight has a great presence; though not as elegant as Dorothea, she is equally unique.

This is the aura unique to those in positions of power; even when appearing humble, Naya could still sense this quality.

When Nisha rushed back, she was surprised to find a scene of devastation and a seriously injured girl.

Nia immediately recognized that the other dark debris were originally living things.

It's incredible that this girl wasn't burned to ashes.

"Divine Healing"

Although the Knight Princess has abandoned her faith in the "Children of Light," she is still able to use their divine magic.

She didn't understand the underlying principles, but perhaps using it was better than not being able to use it at all.

Each time she used it, Nisa could only silently thank the "Children of Light, Leterson Gate," who was not Kapras.

Nisha is not good at healing. The divine spell she just used was a secondary skill of the paladin, so even after using the divine spell, Nyarlathotep was only out of danger; the burn wounds on her body were still there.

"Thank you." Naya, having regained some strength, weakly thanked Nisa.

"Don't speak yet, I'll take you to get treatment." After hesitating for a moment, Nisha still chose to take Naya to the warship to find someone to treat her.

She knew that Naya was one of the Three Warriors of the White Court Kingdom, and it was not good to expose the existence of the "Great Enemy of God" to her.

Conissa couldn't bear to leave someone who could be saved unattended. Conissa learned from Nyarlathotep that the horrific scene was caused by the Mathematical Society.

That witch, with just a casual wave of her hand, routed the army of the White Court Kingdom.

Battle? No, in the face of Night Frost, the fighting power of the White Court army was child's play; it was a one-sided humiliation.

"Damn it..." Nyarlathotep felt extremely guilty. He hadn't even figured out the purpose of the Math Master before his entire army was wiped out.

She was too ashamed to go back and see His Majesty.

"Get some rest, you're in terrible shape," Nia said.

She had recently summoned her warhorse, Pakaso, which was now carrying Naya at great speed.

---

In the secret realm, Bray led Doffin on a long journey.

He doesn't have Pacasso; he can only take it one step at a time.

"Are you tired?" Bray asked Dove.

“Not tired.” Dove shook his head gently. “Mr. Bray, you’ve asked five times already. I really’m not tired.”

"..." Bray paused in his tracks. He had already asked five times?

He shook his head, wondering if he was the one who was tired.

“Mr. Bray, there’s someone lying up ahead.” Doffin suddenly tugged at Bray’s sleeve and stammered. She had hesitated for a long time before deciding to pull Bray’s sleeve.

"Someone's lying down?" Bray looked in the direction Doffin was pointing and saw that there were indeed people lying down in front of him, and more than one.

Many people lay sprawled out in front of him, some dressed in the light attire of the White Court Kingdom, some in the long robes of the Mathematical Society, and even some sailors.

These are the people who were thrown off when they entered the secret realm from the vortex.

For a concrete example, you can refer to Nisha, who was thrown a great distance.

Of course, not everyone is as resilient as Nisha. Being thrown into the vortex and then landing in the secret realm would be a terrible fate for most people, if not death.

The people Bray saw were mostly like that; most of them had already stopped breathing.

In fact, it wasn't just here; people who had been flung away were scattered throughout other parts of the secret realm.

However, the people lying here seem to be too concentrated, in an eerie way.

"Should we go over there?" Dove asked Bray for his opinion, even though he was a little worried about those people.

"Let's take a look," Bray decided after a long silence.

Among so many people, there should still be some alive, and perhaps we can still get some important information out of them.

After making up his mind, Bray walked toward the nearest person.

He crouched down and examined the other person's body—

That guy is dead.

"..." Bray was speechless for a moment, then went to check on another person.

It still failed.

I kept looking, but it was still unavailable.

Bray's lips twitched. Was the mortality rate too high, or was he just unlucky?

However, after searching through several people, he finally found one who was still alive.

The guy that Bray flipped over was an elf from White Court, and he was in a rather bad state.

"..." His eyes were unfocused, and his breathing was unusually slow.

"Mr. Bray, how is he?" Doffin asked cautiously, glancing at the dying elf.

“It’s hopeless,” Bray said regretfully.

Of course, if they're lucky, they might pull through on their own.

In short, there is no cure for Bray.

No, it seems there's still a chance to save them.

“It’s worth a try,” Bray murmured.

After hearing Bray's words, Dove's expression brightened somewhat.

Bray reached into his pouch and pulled out a vial of medicine.

The medicine was purchased from the priest and was quite expensive. Bray felt it was a bit strange to use it on a stranger.

"Drink this bottle of medicine," Bray said, pouring the medicine into the other person's mouth.

Bray didn't know the other person's symptoms, but he could only try the medicine first.

Since it's already in a near-collapse state anyway, it won't get any worse than it is now.

"Cough cough..." The elf who was being forced to take the medicine coughed a few times, clearly choking from Bray's rough actions.

"What did you give me to drink?!" The elf's tone was a bit harsh, but the fact that he could shout it out meant that he was feeling much better.

"Medicine," Bray replied calmly. As expected of a priest, it was highly effective.