The Heartbeat of the Cruel Elves

"What bullshit is this female elf talking about!" She angrily condemned her mistress in her heart.

"do not be afraid?"

"You're just talking without any pain in your back. Come over here if you can!"

Myrcella widened her eyes and looked hard in the direction of the regular troops, trying to find the figure of the shameless female elf.

She finally found it, but wait…

As far as she could see, there were dark elves fleeing in panic, just like her who was running away. As she thought, no elves paid any attention to Cassia's ridiculous call. Every elf was running for their lives at the moment with all their might.

However, in this turbulent tide, there is one exception, only one exception -

A tall and slender figure was separating the fleeing dark elves and striding towards her in the opposite direction of the entire army.

To be more precise, it was moving towards the scarlet tide behind her that was devouring her.

Because, her empty and determined eyes were not filled with herself, but were looking behind herself, to a higher place.

"You really came here?!!!"

Myrcella was shocked.

If she hadn't been awakened by the scream of a poor guy not far behind her, she would have almost stopped in fear at the scene.

She quickly quickened her pace once again, and at the same time stretched out her arm and wiped her eyes, because she suspected that she was hallucinating.

But it didn't. As the crowd fled further and further away, Cassia's figure appeared more and more clearly in front of her.

Cassia, that crazy woman, that fearless bitch, seemed to have heard the condemnation in her heart, and was actually striding through the crowd towards her.

Myrcella watched her getting closer and closer to her. Until -

"Your Highness!" Myrcella shouted the moment the two passed each other.

She didn't care about the life or death of the female elf, but she was very curious about what was wrong with her.

Cassia heard her cry and turned slightly, but did not stop. She just smiled at her and said, "Myrcella, don't be afraid."

Then she continued to stride forward.

Don't be afraid of ghosts!

Myrcella was dumbfounded.

As she continued running in the opposite direction, she kept turning her head to check on Cassia.

The scarlet tide was advancing very quickly, and Cassia's stride forward did not stop. In a few breaths, she was already in front of the huge wave of spiders.

But her figure still did not tremble at all, still so firm and upright, transcendent. She held her head high and chest high, opened her arms, and her short silver hair and snow-white battle robe fluttered in the wind pressure of the advancing spider wave.

Chapter 2 Miracles ()

She raised her arms high and took another step forward.

It was as if she was about to have a sworn embrace with the giant, all-devouring swarm of spiders in front of her.

Mircella was completely stunned. At that moment, she wondered if there really was some miracle being bestowed upon her princess.

She stopped and even forgot to breathe. She just stared with wide eyes at the scene not far away, looking forward to the result of that "hug".

Cassia stepped into the scarlet wave of spiders. The more than ten feet high, blood-like wave instantly submerged her, and then continued to move forward in a mighty manner.

She didn't even make a splash.

"Fuck!" Mircella cursed, turned around, and ran forward with all her might.

She shouldn't have wasted her time on that bitch.

That damn bitch!

But wait...when she said the word "damn it", Myrcella's heart suddenly turned cold.

The mark on her belly - she remembered that little bitch Cassia said when she left the mark on her that if she died - she wouldn't be able to live!

She shuddered, but then changed her mind and thought, forget it, just die - what else can she do? At this juncture, she couldn't possibly rush back and pull the stupid female elf who was seeking death out of the pile of damn insects, right?

She simply couldn't care less about so many things. Moreover, if she thought about it from another perspective, even if she died, dying under that spell would be much more painful than being gnawed by thousands of spiders until nothing was left of her body!

She gritted her teeth, got ruthless, and continued running as fast as she could!

Relying on her height and long legs, Mircella caught up with the regular troops in front of her in just a few breaths. But problems also came with it - now the regular troops were no longer her hope for rescue, but became the same poor creatures who fled in panic as the slave troops before. And all these dark elves crowded together, not giving her any reliable comfort, but only hindering her escape.

"Fuck fuck fuck!!!" Mircella was blocked at the end of the crowded crowd. Her escape speed was greatly slowed down, but she had no choice but to burst out a series of curses in her heart.

She tried desperately to squeeze in, but to little avail, and was pushed back again and again by the crowded crowd. She looked back and saw that the surging scarlet tide was already within reach.

"Fuck!" She cursed again in her heart, then gritted her teeth and suddenly became ruthless.

She stretched out her hands and grabbed a male dark elf in front of her who was struggling to get in like her. With his tall and strong figure, Myrcella easily controlled this thin man. She grabbed one of his shoulders with each hand, then exhaled and said - throw him back with force!

"Ah!" The male dark elf's terrified cry pierced the air and soon turned into a shrill scream.

At the same time, Myrcella quickly filled the gap she had created. The dark and loud screams of the man behind her did not arouse any guilt in her heart, but made Myrcella extremely grateful for the correctness and timeliness of her decision just now.

She pushed forward desperately, and if she couldn't squeeze in, she used her own hands to open up a way out. Her figure was tall among the civilian female dark elves, and she was smart enough to only target the short, thin, useless men, so it was not difficult for her to attack. As she heard the frightened shouts and loud screams from behind, she kept moving forward.

…But even so, it was still too slow. She had to squeeze in and push the elves at the same time, which was not as good as her running without any obstacles. Moreover, it was okay to push aside those useless men who were in the way once or twice, but after pushing aside seventeen or eighteen of them in a row, even a tall and strong person like Myrcella was out of breath and felt sleepy, and her speed of pushing forward could not help but slow down.

The screams of the dark elves behind her and the sound of the scarlet spiders rushing forward like a tide were getting closer and closer. Faster, faster! Myrcella struggled to swing her tired limbs and shouted to herself in her heart.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind overhead. Mircella thought to herself that something was wrong and instinctively wanted to dodge, but fatigue made her body slow down and failed to keep up with her will.

Bang, something hit her on the top of her head, then spread down her hair, eyebrows, and cheeks. The cold, furry, and constantly sliding touch scared Myrcella to death, and she screamed immediately.

At the same time, screams rang out around her.

It was obvious that the tide of selectively devouring spiders had already caught up with them.

In fear, the instinct of self-defense made Mircella stretch out her hand and subconsciously slap him in the face.

"Stop."

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind her, with unquestionable majesty and firmness.

Immediately, Myrcella felt that she had lost control of her body. She was still very scared, and her fear was getting worse as the hairy spiders crawled around her face and neck, but her fearful consciousness could not command her body to take any action.

She tried desperately to drive away or kill the spiders before they gnawed her skin and flesh, but her outstretched hand froze in mid-air, unable to move forward at all.

Not only that, the next moment, she suddenly realized that the rest of her body had also lost its response - because she wanted to escape, but her body was still standing there motionless!

Suddenly, she felt a furry sensation on her legs—the spiders were crawling up! They had really caught up with her!

She was terrified and tried desperately to escape, but all the thoughts of escape could only be swirling in her mind. It was as if someone had placed a ban on her brain, and all her thoughts could only be locked in her mind, unable to escape at all.

At this moment, an extremely shrill scream suddenly came from beside him.

Myrcella's head couldn't move, but her eyeballs could still move. So she turned her eyes away, and a very frightening scene came into her eyes.

The bodies of the dark elves were covered with tiny scarlet spiders. They kept slapping their bodies, but this crazy behavior was almost in vain in front of the endless scarlet spiders. Soon, their beautiful faces were twisted in pain. The white skin on their bodies cracked, revealing pink muscles, and blood gushed out. And those bloodthirsty scarlet spiders became even crazier after smelling the blood. They gathered densely in the exposed spasming muscles and kept shaking. After a while, as the wounds continued to expand and deepen, the trickling blood turned into a spurting fountain of blood, and a pallor appeared faintly in the pink muscles and the red blood - that was the bones buried under the flesh!

Myrcella was trembling all over, and she felt the same pain in her limbs and bones. The scarlet spiders attached to her body were also ready to feast on her.

A stream of blood suddenly shot out from the twisted and twitching blurry spirit beside her, splashing her face. Myrcella's eyes rolled back, her whole body softened, and she completely collapsed. For a moment, she felt as if a valve had been opened in her body, and all her spirit, blood, consciousness, strength... all the evidence of her having been a living thing, all the energy of life, flowed out like water in a reservoir.

She just stood there stupidly - after a while, she realized that she was still standing. It was really strange, she had lost all her strength, but she still maintained the previous posture.

It was as if what made her unable to move was not fear, but some kind of magical power. At this moment, she was like a stiff, petrified statue.

If only it were a stone statue—after recovering a little, Myrcella realized the strangeness of reality, and immediately became aware of the horrible situation she was in.

Attracted by the pool of blood on her face, countless scarlet spiders crawled up even faster, densely packed around her entire neck and jaw, and were still climbing upwards, about to completely wrap her up!

Her heart trembled again in shock, but even this tremor seemed very weak. It also made her feel exhausted and dizzy. After losing all her strength, she was like a dead fish stranded on the shore with only weak muscle reactions.

"I said, don't be afraid."

At this moment, a clear voice came from behind her again.

In an instant, Mircella's eyes, which were like dead fish, became more bulging.

The voice came from behind. Myrcella wanted to turn around and take a look, but her body was still unable to move at all.

But in the next moment, the surging scarlet tide finally roared in and arrived completely.

It hit her hard, instantly flooding her body and soaking up to her jaw.

The "water level" was still rising, and the bloodthirsty scarlet spiders following the blood trail were about to cover her entire cheek. However, before they covered her last eye, she saw a scarlet human figure suddenly emerging from the surging blood-red waves in front of her.

Countless tiny scarlet spiders fell from the human figure like raindrops and water drops. Gradually, among the dense and surging scarlet, a trace of silver armor and white battle robes appeared...

Princess Borgia, in silver armor and white robes with flying short hair, reappeared before her eyes, lifted by the blood-red waves. She stood tall and graceful in the center of the blooming scarlet flowers, like a bunch of pure white stamens.

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A spider crawled up Myrcella's left eye, blocking her last glimmer of vision.

She fell into complete darkness, but for some reason, she suddenly no longer felt a trace of panic in her heart.

"Don't be afraid..." Cassia's clear, calm voice came from a distance again. Her voice was not loud, but it could penetrate the dying screams of other dark elves and the noise of the spider swarms, and it reached her ears clearly. Moreover, there seemed to be a special power in that calm voice that could soothe her mind.

It was at those gentle and peaceful words that the fear in her heart instantly faded away.

The tingling sensation on her cheeks came again. The spiders were still crawling on her face, but suddenly Mircella felt that the originally chaotic tingling sensations all had a unified direction.

The spiders were crawling down her cheeks.

After a brief period of darkness, light returns.

Cassia's tall and graceful figure still stood tall in the blood-red waves - the spiders were like loyal servants, willingly guarding her side and holding her up with their bodies.

The air had become quiet without her knowing. Mircella looked past Cassia and saw that the large group behind her, who had been running for their lives in panic, had stopped running and screaming without her knowing. Everyone had an expression of astonishment and shock on their faces, their mouths slightly open, but no sound came out.

"Your Highness!" Myrcella spoke subconsciously, and then she found that she could speak.

Also, although she had been swept into the center of the scarlet tide, she was not completely swallowed up. Around her, the blood-red waves rolled up high, but in the middle, her position seemed to be deliberately avoided, leaving a depression.

Most of her body was still submerged in the crimson tide. She could clearly feel countless tiny spiders still crawling and surging around her, drilling in and out of the gaps in her armor, and densely touching her skin. The dense crawling feeling still made her panic, feel cold, and couldn't help wanting to vomit.

But she has learned to try to control her body and not do anything extreme out of disgust.

Because, at this moment, looking at Cassia, who was in the center of the spider tide like her but was calm and composed, she already understood the meaning of that reminder.

"do not be afraid!"

Cassia spoke again in a gentle voice.

"Look," she stretched out her hand calmly and pointed at Myrcella, who was motionless and didn't dare to breathe in the "blood river". Although she was covered with spiders, she was unharmed, but her expression was a little stiff. It was in sharp contrast to the dark elves around her who were waving their hands and stamping their feet, screaming and wailing, and blood was splattered under the bite of spiders.

Everyone in the back looked at this scene in astonishment.

"You must fear the gods, but you don't have to be afraid of the grace they bestow." Cassia's beautiful face was majestic and solemn, like a god, but at the same time, she had a strange smile, like the mercy of a god.

"For the touch of the gods," she changed her tone, her voice suddenly became ethereal and soft, her ruby-like eyes slightly narrowed, gazing lovingly at her arm. There, a tiny red spider was crawling along her snow-white arm all the way to her delicate hand, and then along the back of her hand to her fingertips, and then with a "click", it fell into the vast tide of spiders.

"As long as we don't harbor any ill intentions, we won't get hurt," she continued gently and implicitly.

Chapter 152: Advance

"This is the true revelation given to us by the goddess." Cassia said this while standing in the middle of an open space under the gaze of many dark elves.

"The vision she showed me in the divination, the meeting between us and Princess Dufiya... everything was ultimately to lead us here..."

It had been a while since the scarlet tide retreated under Cassia's orders, but there were still scarlet spiders around her. They were either crawling on the ground near her or simply living on her body. Cassia seemed to be indifferent to their bold actions and the potential threat of such dangerous creatures. Not only that, she would stretch out her hand from time to time and watch with interest as a spider crawled out of her sleeve, crawled into her palm, and then returned, over and over again...

Not only out of respect, these spiders were also the important reason why many dark elves kept a distance from her, leaving an open area for her and not daring to approach her rashly.

Even her loyal personal guards now tacitly "got along" with the ordinary dark elves, whom they usually looked down upon.

"They are the race that lives here. This place is not a maze for them, but their home."

"So no matter how this maze changes, by following them, we can find the right way out."

"Well, now--" Cassia leaned forward and squatted, stretched out a hand and pointed at the ground. A tiny red spider crawled out from under her palm and crawled to the ground along her slender fingers.

Cassia stared at the spider, her lips curled up slightly, she smiled sweetly, and said to it in the softest and kindest tone that Li Yin had ever heard: "Lovely messenger of the goddess, greedy little fellow, please show us the direction."

The corners of Li Yin's mouth twitched.

"Greedy little creature," he thought. She actually called it "Greedy little creature."

With such a friendly nickname, people who don’t know her might think it’s a harmless little pet she raises.

God knows how many lives it and its kind have just devoured.