Chapter 771: We Still Do Not Know the Depths of Those We Saw That Day
In the eastern sky, Professor Shylph stood firmly in the air, like a stabilizing anchor.
In the western sky, the professors (maids) faced off against a total of six demons.
At this point, Alastair Aldridge’s plot could already be considered a failure.
Professor Shylph’s forceful intrusion not only divided the battlefield but also created a significant distance between it and the carriage.
Although it possessed some abilities of the Abyss Worm Demon and could perform long-range teleportation by activating a wormhole, such skills… naturally had cooldowns.
Now, in order to continue achieving their goals, they had perhaps no choice but to confront directly!
Alastair Aldridge stepped back slightly, clutching his stomach, which had been pierced through by a drilling gust. It was now in the process of healing.
But under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t back down even if he had a hole drilled in his belly, let alone losing a heart.
Now, he merely wanted to make Lich Ian Tukler and Demon Man Vernon aware of one another.
Alastair Aldridge had indeed been watching the efforts — or rather, the lack thereof — of his subordinates.
To be precise, every demon aside from Demon Man Vernon had their own thoughts.
Although everyone spoke of “reviving the demon race,” the more they understood this era, the more they realized the emptiness and powerlessness of that slogan.
When demons were no longer the strongest race in the world, when the Demon King was no longer the strongest being in the world, how could a demon society that maintained order through violence and determined hierarchy by bloodlines persist?
Moreover, what exactly was the Demon King’s reliance for reviving the demon race?
Was it simply the ability to breed those special demons that had been wiped out in past wars?
But were not those demons defeated in war?
Whenever he thought of this, the demons like Necro-Sewer Demon Rororo couldn’t help but wonder:
Indeed, living is more important after all.
…
Alastair Aldridge knew why this awkward situation had arisen.
Because that batch which was truly loyal to him, willing to sacrifice for the great revival of the demon race, had been wiped out in the Church of the Saints’ execution ritual earlier in the year!
Thus, the current group of demons, including the former elder Lich, lacked a sense of loyalty.
Only the not-so-bright Demon Man Vernon had remained relatively obedient all along.
…
However, high loyalty had its uses, and low loyalty had its own utility.
As long as they were cornered on X Mountain, they naturally had to carry out his wishes!
Just like now, as long as that old lich was kicked out to the front, he would have to fight with that Wind Element Lord with all his might!
“Ancient Magic Staff: Ghost’s Eye?” Professor Shylph, upon seeing the enemy, immediately pointed out the source of the magic wand in Lich Ian Tukler’s hand, “If I remember correctly, this staff should have been held by the Guardian of the Valley of Death. Is he dead now?”
Lich Ian Tukler tightened his grip, responding solemnly: “It seems you’re not so young yourself? That old coot from the Valley of Death died decades ago. I bought this wand from a grave robber.”
Professor Shylph shook her head, saying, “Regardless, it’s in your hands now. I just wanted to say, it’s of no use to me.”
Ian Tukler froze for a moment, abruptly tilting Ghost’s Eye; the eye at the tip of the staff instantly stared at Professor Shylph, and the staff’s power began to activate, invisible force compressing towards her from all directions.
However, this powerful force that could temporarily immobilize the Blood Source Sword Saint proved utterly ineffective against Professor Shylph.
Professor Shylph shrugged, saying, “Ghost’s Eye is a ghost-type magic staff. When infused with mana, it can bind souls and discern illusions. But as long as the strength of the soul exceeds twice that of the user, it is completely immune to any immobilization effects.”
“The strength of the soul exceeds twice that of the user…” Ian Tukler slowly repeated her words, the face hidden beneath the mask suddenly contorted with rage, “Are you saying your soul strength is twice mine? I’m a lich who has lived for hundreds of years!”
Professor Shylph replied, “You’re just a wilting candle in the wind.”
“DIE!” Ian Tukler exploded with fury, channeling all his mana into Ghost’s Eye, determined to unleash his most prized instant death curse!
As the enormous character for “death” materialized at the staff’s tip, Professor Shylph remained unfazed.
The essence of a Lich resides in transforming its most basic vessel from flesh to soul; both body and consciousness are borne upon the soul, cutting off portions of it that record complete memories and storing them in the life box.
Thus, even if the physical body dies, parts within the life box can rapidly develop into a new entity.
Therefore, a Lich’s body does not decay, nor does its consciousness vanish; its longevity depends on the soul rather than the physical body.
Thus, every Lich refines their soul’s strength as part of their daily routine.
That Professor Shylph brazenly claimed her soul strength was more than double his struck deep at his core, akin to outright insulting him as something less than an ant!
Though Ian Tukler had perished thirty-two times during the end of the war, his pride was still quite high, which was typical of most ancient demons.
Yet more humiliating still, Professor Shylph did not exaggerate; her soul strength indeed surpassed Ian’s by more than double!
This only made Ian Tukler angrier.
In such circumstances, the only way to quell that burning resentment would be to curse her to death!
However, Professor Shylph continued shaking her head, saying, “The death curse is a sort of instant death magic, but it has strict requirements for its target. It cannot affect beings that cannot die.”
Ian Tukler: “???”
Professor Shylph patiently explained, “Have you ever seen the tomb of the Elemental Lord?”
Just then, a gust of wind swept past Ian Tukler’s neck, sharp as a blade.
In an instant, his grand head soared into the sky without warning.
The murky blood unique to Liches gushed forth immediately.
Ian Tukler’s eyes bulged wide open, his vision rapidly elevating, but he did not die.
For a Lich, having their heart ripped out or their head severed was not a lethal blow in and of itself.
In fact, as long as he wished, his primary consciousness could instantly transfer to the body below his neck, letting his limbs move — and that was precisely what he did.
As his neck was enveloped in a layer of mana, the blood ceased to flow, and a blurry head began to emerge from his neck, inflating like a balloon, gradually revealing facial details.
Professor Shylph stepped forward without a trace of surprise, the Wind Element Lord Shylph, with thin wings behind her, floated slightly above her.
No gestures were made, yet winds from all directions suddenly surged in.
Lich Ian Tukler’s body abruptly disintegrated into pieces, leaving Demon Man Vernon on the other side trembling in fear.
Yet the Lich still did not die; its soul completely escaped from its shattered remains, clutching the plummeting Ghost’s Eye staff.
Professor Shylph’s voice continued to ring out flatly: “It seems you do not understand another function of Ghost’s Eye.”
She did not wait for Ian Tukler to respond, continuing, “It is actually a staff that requires binding a soul to truly exert its power.”
Ian Tukler’s expression changed drastically, its soul outline shuddering violently.
Then, suddenly, it released its grip on Ghost’s Eye like it was a poisonous substance, its entire soul rapidly retreating.
But during its retreat, it saw the wind wrap around the Ghost’s Eye staff, which was about to fall, pulling it into the hands of the terrifying half-elf, who pointed the eyeball on its fingertip at him.
In that moment, Ian Tukler felt an unprecedented intense sense of crisis arise.
It was a feeling that had never surfaced even when all thirty-two of its life boxes were destroyed.
At that moment, it instinctively realized that Professor Shylph’s words were not empty; Ghost’s Eye would surely bind its soul, permanently imprisoning it within the staff’s eyeball as a slave!
In this critical moment of life and death, the old Lich made what it would later consider a profoundly correct decision.
Before the astonished gazes of Demon Man Vernon, Demon King Alastair Aldridge, and the Blood Source Sword Saint, it self-destructed its own soul!
“BOOM!”
Lich Ian Tukler’s soul exploded into a firework in the sky after just a few minutes of direct confrontation.
“Ah!”
Then, in one of its life boxes, it jolted awake from a nightmare, shooting upright and shivering all over.
…
Thus, only two demons remained in the eastern sky.
The entire area was silent, with only the sound of thunder in the Wormhole Sea echoing as background noise.
The muscular Demon Man felt a chill, and he was unexpectedly overcome with a sense of weakness in his knees.
Alastair Aldridge, however, showed no signs of fear; he was merely astonished that Professor Shylph could cause that old Lich to self-destruct with just a few words.
Having coexisted with the old Lich for several months, he naturally knew how cunning it was.
Yet he hadn’t expected such a sly Lich to self-destruct, having done almost nothing.
Was it because what Professor Shylph said… was all true?
It certainly was all true.
Professor Shylph held Ghost’s Eye, sighed slightly, and said, “Too bad it wasn’t the wind attribute one.”
Ghost’s Eye could indeed bind souls, but she did not know the incantation for binding souls; that was all.
Lich Ian Tukler’s inability to penetrate the issues within was simply due to a pre-existing fear.
Before someone with soul strength over double their own, it truly was like an ant — that was generally the universal perspective of this species of Lich.
Professor Shylph then raised Ghost’s Eye slightly, pointing it at Demon Man Vernon Illectra.
The latter’s muscles tightened in that instant, red magical light flaring on his body, exploding outward!
Demon Man was a relatively rare higher-tier demon who was not well-versed in magic.
But this did not mean Demon Man had little magical power.
In fact, Demon Man’s magic was just as vast as that of most demons; the only difference lay in how it was used.
Their muscles could absorb magical power, fusing muscle with mana to form special Magic Tendons, granting them explosive force far beyond that of same-tier demons, whether in strength or speed.
Demon King Alastair Aldridge’s strength was derived from these Magic Tendons as well.
Due to being predominantly muscle-brained, Demon Man often first considered solving problems with muscle power.
Thus, his method of handling Ghost’s Eye was very straightforward — simply run out of the immobilization range before the binding magic could take effect, and he naturally wouldn’t be trapped!
The red magical light enveloping him pushed his muscles to their limits while also granting him mobility in the air.
In that instant, Demon Man Vernon not only sprinted out of the immobilization range but also vanished completely from Professor Shylph’s sight.
His figure was incredibly fast, his claws stretched out, nails sharp, and the sound of his rush was left behind him.
When he charged beside Professor Shylph, the sound suddenly intensified, and the sharp claws slashed toward Professor Shylph’s throat like lightning.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!
He aimed to sever Shylph’s head with this strike!
But what his fingers could touch was merely the intangible wind!
Professor Shylph’s body vanished without a trace in that instant, leaving only a shadow.
Just like during the time she was struck by lightning, she perfectly avoided all harm.
As his right-hand strike missed, a warning rang in Demon Man Vernon’s mind, but as he attempted to retract his right hand, shackles suddenly appeared on his wrist — unable to escape!
The Wind Element Lord Shylph looked down, her face almost identical to Professor Shylph’s faintly showing a hint of mockery.
As she moved her fingers slightly, countless chains from the wind shackles suddenly shot out, lunging toward his entire body!
Once bound by these chains, even a Demon Man wouldn’t be able to break free.
Just at that moment, thunder crashed like a blade, suddenly striking down!
Professor Shylph and the Wind Element Lord Shylph swiftly shifted sideways, evading the sudden thunder strike.
Yet the wind chains released by the Wind Element Lord were entirely severed.
Thus, the escaping Demon Man’s face revealed a ferocious expression, dramatically refusing to back down.
反进，再次扑杀过去。
几乎同时，黑影笼罩。
腹部痊愈的阿莱斯特·艾尔德里奇，竟是出现在了希尔芙教授的上方，皮肤化为黑色的右手重重拍下，眨眼间破开了四周流动的风。
阿莱斯特·艾尔德里奇能够看着巫妖伊恩·塔特尔自爆身亡，却不能看着对它保有忠臣的鬼人被斩杀。
它如今辅一出手，便是雷霆重击。
源自黑石族的破魔之力能让元素化的精灵使无所遁形——尽管希尔芙教授的元素化看似更加特殊，但万变不离其宗，根源未变，便会受到破魔之力的克制。
但它在这一刻几乎遗忘了，站在它面前的并不是一个单纯的精灵使，更是一名资深的魔导师！
希尔芙教授将早已准备好的魔导卡猛然上扬，重重枪阵从魔法阵中具现，以纯粹的物理攻击向上轰杀。
阿莱斯特·艾尔德里奇的掌力奇重，一巴掌便拍碎了轰杀上来的长枪，但希尔芙教授已经从中获得了足够充裕的应变时间，她的身形与风之精灵王希尔芙一起在原地消失，无影无踪。
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彼时，当巫妖的灵魂自爆之时，阿莱斯特·艾尔德里奇对西边天空上的六名黑袍魔族下达了攻破人类防线，击杀马车内的维特·高德的强制命令。
这六名魔族们虽然在平时出工不出力，但在魔王如此强硬的命令之下，却不可能公然反叛。
它们互相对视了一眼，脸上神色都是严肃起来，知道今日之事已经彻底躲不过。
兽魔冬妮娅·奥拉斯顿最先动手。
风之精灵王希尔芙并不在此，它手中的雷鸣巨鹏便有了用武之地。
反正它是兽魔，离得远远的操控魔兽参与攻击，也是很合理的。
雷鸣巨鹏的背上甚至还有星空迷阵的残留。
它猛一振翅，暴风便起，翅膀上有雷电闪耀，凶猛无比。
兽魔迅速隐遁，雷鸣巨鹏则在它的驱使之下朝着马车飞去。
马车前方有六条双足飞龙一字排开，其中五条当场被这雷鸣巨鹏散发的威压震慑。
雷鸣巨鹏感应到这些“小弱鸡”的存在，顿时心中欣喜泪奔，终于有了可以尽情欺辱的对象了！
而后它便一头撞进了幻想之壁，出现在了千米之外。
它当场愣住，得亏有兽魔提醒，才在空中转身，朝着南瓜马车重新飞去。
然后不知何时，它又再次撞上幻想之壁，出现在了千米之外的另一个地方……
“哈哈哈哈！”
莉莉教授坐在雷鸣巨鹏的头顶之上，笑得前仰后合。
……
兽魔冬妮娅终于注意到了坐在一片羽毛之上晃荡着小jio的小妖精，下意识的往后缩了缩。
“兽魔的魔兽被人夺走了，躲藏起来伺机夺回，也是很合理的吧？”
冬妮娅自顾自的嘀咕着，藏得更隐秘了。
……
冬妮娅能够合理的找到消极怠工的理由，其它人却没这么容易。
缝尸魔罗罗罗哀叹了一声，指着双足飞龙背上的数人，说道：“各自挑一个吧。”
死沼魔蜥保罗瓮声瓮气的说道：“能挑马车里的人吗？那个用火的，她总会出来的。”片羽女妖多萝西立刻讽刺道：“浓可真会挑软柿子捏！”
死沼魔蜥的声音顿时变大：“地面系克火系，俺这是聪明的举动！而且外面的，也不够挑。再说你呢？”
片羽女妖多萝西顿时眯起眼，指向了卡莉安修女：“就是她了！”
卡莉安修女散发的光明气息异常浓烈，但多萝西却不惧怕，而且在它看来，卡莉安修女也是那一群人相对较弱的。
——她规避了最弱与最强，既要面子又要命。
出于对光明系的本能厌恶，其余魔族都没有异议。
而后塔魔阿塔便以毫无抑扬顿挫的声音说道：“他们聚集起来了，也在讨论战斗分配吗？”
……
却见达克等人驾驭着双足飞龙，以头朝马车的姿态浮在空中，坐在马车上的数人和车头上的米蒂亚教授围成一圈，倒真是在讨论如何应对这些魔族。
但他们并未讨论如何分配，盖因还能战斗的人，其实不算多。
除了以一敌三的希尔芙教授之外，这边的教授之中便只剩下琼斯教授和莉莉教授还拥有完整的状态。
米蒂亚教授是肯定没有了再参战的能力，蒙蒂尔法莉城主倒还有一战之力。
但这样一算也仅有三人。
剩下的有生战力，便只有达克与他的女仆了。
达克·迪蒙虽然在学院的表现之中非常出色。但毕竟只是一名二年级生，而他的女仆，自然也是以保证他的安全为第一要务。
况且那三名女仆之中，能够在高空战斗之中保证有效战力的，其实只有奥莉一人而已。
伊芙本身实力就不足，安格瑞虽然还行，但在没有获得十二黄金圣装之前，她与教授们的实力差距还是相当之大的，更何况她并没有空战专用的武装。
因此，就算加上奥莉，也就是多了一人，总共四人……哦，还有卡莉安修女！
“别总是把我忘了！”卡莉安修女有些无奈的卷起两鬓发丝。
别把保健室老师不当老师好嘛！
但米蒂亚教授在规划战力时，又确实不太好将她统计进去。
因为她对卡莉安修女本身的实力并不了解。
而在政务楼内，卡莉安修女也仅仅是召唤过一只八星的光系天使种。
以八星魔导精灵迎战眼前的这一批魔族，肯定是非常吃力的。
寄希望于她，不如寄希望于奥菲莉娅能够召回血源剑圣……
血源剑圣虽然也是八星的魔导精灵，但它明显和普通的八星不同，最重要的是它能够使用圣剑咒。
可惜现在的血源剑圣似乎正处于某种无法召回的状态，而奥菲莉娅本人也消耗颇多，如今状态很差。
不然她和奥菲莉娅一起凑一凑，勉强还能当一个人用。
说到底，无论是她、奥菲莉娅还是卡莉安修女，都是辅助啊！
“就我吧！”卡莉安修女再次重申道，“你看那边那个只有一只翅膀的鸟人，是不是盯上我了？正巧，我也盯上它了！”
“就这样吧。”琼斯教授微微点头，果断道，“要动起来了，不能让它们回过头去支援二号。”
米蒂亚教授再次看了一眼卡莉安修女，目光尤其在她身后的“天使翅膀”上顿了顿，终于点头道：“那些魔族的战斗意愿其实并不算强，如果能够驱逐，便不必追击，尽快前往协助希尔芙将二号封印，才是重中之重。”
“明白。”琼斯教授猛然转身，跳上了一条双足飞龙的背脊，而后与半机械巨神一起，悍然冲向了那群魔族！
什么战力分配，一对一，她根本没有考虑过！
就这群战斗意志如此不坚的人，一次冲杀便能吓退数人！
她的手中出现了一张魔导卡，召唤之后往座下的双足飞龙猛力一拍，魔导卡释放的光芒顿时蔓延至了这双足飞龙的每一寸，在其身上纹上了特殊的“金属魔纹”。
这种“魔纹”附魔既是属于魔法卡，也是属于道具卡，和幻兵咒的性质有些相似。
随着“金属魔纹”逐一亮起，双足飞龙的气势增加，防御增加，还多了一层能够保护骑乘者的护罩。
琼斯教授再一伸手，右臂从肩膀到指尖，便凝聚出了巨大造型的钢铁臂铠，掌心之中更是多了一柄足足五米长的钢枪！
转眼之间，她竟是已经化为一名正规的龙骑士！
那五名魔族见到琼斯教授骑龙冲来，尽皆色变。
缝尸魔罗罗罗猛地凝聚出虚空魔剑，沉声道，“再加一人。”
它与琼斯教授有过几回合的交手经验，虽然并未互探深浅，但却本能觉得仅它一人前往太过凶险。
“加我一个吧。”塔魔阿塔站了起来。
它的身型高瘦，声音沉闷，双手双脚都是极长。
它向前踏步，脚下自然出现方石，将它拖在空中。
缝尸魔罗罗罗立刻点头，便只听肌肉蠕动之声响起，它的背脊之上有两只翅膀钻出，那分别是一只黑红龙翼和一只灰白蝠翼。
两人相视一眼，便同时起步，朝着琼斯教授爆冲过去。
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而在剩下的三名魔族之中，片羽女妖也是张开了唯一一只翅膀，向侧边飞去。
它是故意如此，好与那边的罗罗罗等人拉开距离。
而在人类那边，它就在方才已经与卡莉安修女对上了眼，之后果然看到那修女……骑着飞龙飞来！
“明明有翅膀，却要骑龙，是因为翅膀存在时限，还是担心魔力消耗后，翅膀消散？”
片羽女妖迅速思考，她知道这不是点到即止的切磋，而是生死的交锋。
分析敌人的每一个特异之处，有利于寻到破绽。
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“我的也出来了。”死沼魔蜥张开龙翼，直接冲出。
蒙蒂尔法莉城主已经走出车厢，它们即将延续方才半途而止的战斗。
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转眼之间，吸血鬼娜拉尔·弗拉德发现自己已经成了最后一人。
她曾经是弗拉德家族的千金，如今则不过是一只幸存的普通吸血鬼，靠着深山庄园里豢养的血奴维持生计，偶尔会扮作人类女孩去那些没有教堂的小镇逛逛。
如果不是年终的魔王处刑仪式带来的搜捕浪潮，她现在多半还过着十年如一日的普通生活。
她终于是弗拉德家族的千金，逃难到这边之后没多久，就被阿莱斯特·艾尔德里奇带人找上门，无奈只能选择臣服。
“所以，我的对手是谁？会是她吗？”
娜拉尔的目光最终落在了奥莉的身上。
这位身着女仆装的女士有一种独特的气质，她似乎有些印象，但又难以回忆起来。
随后，她果然看到那位女仆小姐骑着双足飞龙，朝着这边飞来……和一个血液的气味非常好闻的少年一起？
娜拉尔沉吟起来。
“如果是二对一的话，我落败而逃，是不是很合理？”
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“少爷，还是我来吧？”奥莉再次尝试睡服达克。
“那是吸血鬼吧？”达克却转移话题道，“没事，吸血鬼我熟。”
奥莉眨了眨眼，一时之间却是说不出什么反驳的话。
“帮我掠阵。”达克最后说了一句，便是将月神之魂Ⅰ贴在了自己的胸口。
他为了这次的出征，其实做了很多准备，但看来大多数的准备都用不上了。
刚刚那一刻，他忽然有所感觉，这边的战场都只是小打小闹，真正的战场还是在东边。
但既然是小打小闹，有没有他能参与的余地？
不知为何，他突然有一种特别想要做些什么的冲动。
这种冲动从骑着双足飞龙（百变怪）飞往这边的过程之中便已产生，如今不过是落到了实处。
“再这样下去，我都快成家养的小猫咪了。”
他低声说道，贴在胸口的月神之魂Ⅰ微微亮起，月神的虚影从中钻出，在他面前晃来晃去……
“去，到后面呆着！”
“噢。”
月神之魂的虚影乖乖的转到他的身后，从后面抱住了他的脖颈。
今夜乌云遮目，头顶无月。
但他将召唤月神，让明月遮天。
“聚集的祈愿将成为新生的银辉之月，化作光芒闪耀的银月吧，武装进化——月神!”
月神之魂的虚影微笑着投入他的身体，银月之辉从内到外散发而出，将他的浑身上下都包裹在了银辉之中。
他的身躯在这银辉的包裹之中进一步成长，银白色的装甲在身周浮现，一件件紧贴皮肤着装。
当光芒逝去，他已然进化为了数码兽的姿态。
“十五分钟。”
他嘀咕道，又再次取出月神石，继续咏唱。
“以达克·迪蒙之名，魔导召唤——月神石。”
他将具现而出的月神石按入了胸口中的护心镜内。
would have engaged in this fight.
However, as the battle unfolded, she quickly realized that she underestimated her opponent. The newly evolved Dark Demon, now standing as the Night Tiger God, exhibited an astounding power that far surpassed her expectations. The weapon he summoned only amplified that strength further, making her reconsider her initial strategy.
Instead of merely playing for time, she felt a surge of instinct urging her to fight back. The thrill of the fight, combined with the danger that an unstoppable enemy posed, ignited her determination. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or maybe some deeper instinct within her bloodline, but she began to feel alive in a way she hadn’t in ages.
With her decisions spiraling, she decided to unleash her true capabilities rather than merely pretending to evade. The thought that she might have to fight for her life gave her a taste of exhilaration she hadn’t experienced for a long time.
Thus, the battle between her and the Night Tiger God wasn’t just about survival; it was about unleashing a hidden potential, rediscovering what it meant to be a Vlad, and proving herself worthy of her lineage.
At that moment, Na’ral Vlad transformed from the noble vampire maiden into a fierce warrior, ready to confront her adversary with a spirit she never knew she possessed.
达克·迪蒙的剑刃猛烈地抵挡在一起。
“可恶！竟然还能反击！”达克心中警觉，但已无法再收回攻击。
娜拉尔在释放出力量的同时，双手重重一震，旋即一波蝙蝠呼啸着朝达克扑去，试图分散他的注意力。她的面容虽然惨白，但此刻却显得更加坚毅，仿佛重焕生机。
“给我去！”她低喝一声，蝙蝠如雨点般朝达克倾泻而去，自身则趁机借助这个机会后退，迅速从濒死的边缘回归。
达克见状，只能强迫自己冷静下来，集中精神应对这突如其来的攻击。他的目光扫过密集如云的蝙蝠，找寻着其中的破绽。
“这次必须小心！”他思绪万千，握紧剑柄，心中暗下决心。同时，他感受到从娜拉尔那儿溢出的强烈血气，令人窒息的压迫感扑面而来。
未等他的反应，成群的蝙蝠已撕扯着向他扑来，遮蔽了他的视线。达克在瞬间被千百只蝙蝠包围，感受到来自四面八方的攻击。
“月轮镜转！”他一声低喝，启动技能，身上瞬间散发出璀璨的月光，将线条化为一道光影。与此同时，他的身体开始旋转，以极快的速度游刃有余地穿梭在蝙蝠之间，剑光犹如流星划过，劈开所有阻碍。
伴随着无数蝙蝠被斩落，达克的身形逐渐逼近娜拉尔。此时，她恰巧从一片蝙蝠中跳出，面色依然苍白，却流露出一丝不甘的神情。
“我绝不会输给你！”娜拉尔咬紧牙关，身体再次化为蝙蝠，试图利用变换位置来躲避达克的攻击。然而，她的心中清楚，现在的局势已经对她愈发不利。
达克趁机而上，剑光一闪，直逼娜拉尔的心口。她隐约察觉到致命的威胁，身体不由自主地畏缩，但却已经来不及躲避。
就在剑刃即将抵达的瞬间，她心中一动，再次聚摊成无数蝙蝠，试图用数量上的优势反制这致命一击。此时，她的意志在逆境中焕发出无比坚韧的光辉。
但这一次，她并未能完全摆脱。达克在技能的加成下，剑法的威力更增强到了极致，甚至连成群的蝙蝠也无法阻挡住这一击。
剑光划破空气，划过无数蝙蝠，无情地朝娜拉尔的本体刺去。在那一刻，她绽放出异样的力量，试图以自己的生命为代价，抵挡住这一切。
“我绝不会认输！”她呐喊着，伴随着思绪的力量涌动，体内的血光达到巅峰，化为一道血色闪电直击而去。
可达克的剑已经迅疾而至，刀锋无情地刺入了娜拉尔的心口，穿透了她坚韧的意志，带来了难以忍受的疼痛。
“对不起……”达克在这一瞬间感受到了前所未有的沉重，心中一痛。尽管他已在战斗中无数次的生死搏斗，但此刻却无比复杂。
“这不是……结束……”娜拉尔的声音微弱不堪，却充满坚定，随即随着她的身体渐渐倒下，意识开始模糊。然而，她的心底深处却始终没有放弃的念头。
“绝不能就此结束！”她心中不同的声音虽被压抑，却依然在怒吼，一道隐秘的力量在她灵魂深处不断闪烁。之后，眼前的一切变得模糊。
在战斗的喧嚣中，达克也感觉到了一丝悸动，循着心底升起的情绪，他知道即便是在残酷的战斗中，也仍旧掩藏着那一丝希望。
Dark, who was extremely close to the enemy, pushed forward step by step. After more than ten rings of light, he had already been pushed back over ten meters.
He did not wait for the opponent to unleash their ultimate move; in that moment, he unhesitatingly activated the 【Moon Tiger God Descent】!
“Roar!”
The magic power of the 【Night Tiger God】 instantly decreased by one-tenth, and the vanished magic power coalesced and transformed above its head.
The divinity beast, a silver-white creature—【Moon Tiger】—finally manifested under the moonlight.
Although summoning the 【Moon Tiger】 was not the optimal timing, Naralee’s currently awakened power was simply too overwhelming.
With the duration of 【Moon Goddess Mirror Reflection】 reaching its limit, Dark decided not to keep any more tricks up his sleeve, and he had more than one ace anyways.
The 【Moon Tiger】 traversed through the air, its massive form overshadowing everything.
The dark clouds in the sky naturally dispersed, and the moonlight poured down.
A long tiger roar reverberated through the night sky, making the 【Tower Demon】, who had just been puzzled about why Naralee activated the 【True Ancestor’s Blood】, change color in astonishment.
It watched as the blood continuously accumulated around Naralee, saw the 【Moon Tiger】 open its giant blood-filled maw, and a warning bell rang in its heart. Almost immediately, it reacted by summoning massive stone blocks to stack into a wall before it.
With a sudden turn, it quickly retreated backward—but as it turned, it then witnessed the fierce battle between the 【Angel】 and the 【Fallen Angel】. The residual energy from the clash filled it with dread.
In a panic, it flailed for a way out, but its mind, rarely used, finally sparked with a saving idea at this crucial moment.
In its state of “desperation,” the 【Tower Demon】 Arta flipped its body, head pointing down, and shot towards the ground.
Clearly, the safest place was below!
The height of the sky was no longer desirable!
……
The departure of the 【Tower Demon】 Arta only attracted a few glances from Olivia, Angrey, and Eve.
However, the dangerous battle situation involving Dark immediately absorbed all of their attention.
After activating the 【True Ancestor’s Blood】, Naralee’s originally dense blood-red hair appeared to be coated with another layer of blood paint, turning into a dark red that was ominously deep, yet there was a layer of red light shimmering over its surface.
Her figure also grew taller in an instant.
Blood shadows extended from the corners of her eyes, and her fangs became even sharper.
The blood light in her eyes carried an additional measure of primal killing intent.
A torrent of blood gathered around her, forming a dark red gown that exposed half of her chest.
Naralee’s breath changed, akin to Olivia armed up; the difference was as vast as heaven and earth.
As her aura was just about to take shape, the roar of the 【Moon Tiger】 was released, accompanied by a howling sound.
At the same moment, the 【Night Tiger God】 opened its mouth beneath the 【Moon Tiger】.
Then, both the 【Moon Tiger】 and the 【Night Tiger God】 simultaneously unleashed tiger-shaped shockwaves nearly the same size as their own forms!
These two shockwaves, radiating a terrifying aura, struck the awakening 【Vampire】 Naralee at the same time.
The expanding blood-red glow dissipated without a trace.
The blood tide rolling around her could not block the attacks from the two 【Moon Tiger Roars】.
In that instant, Naralee’s entire being was swallowed by the 【Moon Tiger Roar】.
For that brief moment, it seemed as if Naralee had vanished from existence.
Yet after the roar, Naralee’s aura did not disappear.
Whether it was Dark Demon or Olivia and the others outside, they couldn’t help but focus in that moment.
All that was left where Naralee originally stood was a swirling mass of blood.
The surface of that blood bubbled like boiling water, yet it emitted a chilling aura.
Deep black magic energy coiled around it, with golden liquid flowing within. Mysterious incantations rolled within the blood, revealing a glimpse of endless mysteries.
The body of the 【Vampire】 Naralee was revitalizing.
……
“Still alive…”
Olivia’s fingertip rested on the surface of the 【Golden Armor Aries】 card, her brow furrowed like a mountain range.
The battle that had just escalated a little while ago was filled with the unexpected at every turn.
The nine black-robed demons under the command of 【Demon King No. 2】 Alastair Aldridge, including the already deceased 【Mud Nightmare Demon】, were far from ordinary demons.
In fact, there were two who were extremely suspect in their origins.
The 【Necro-Sewer Demon】 Rororo was an alchemical creature—who was the alchemist capable of creating such a being?
The 【Winged Demon】 Dorothy was a 【One-Winged Fallen Angel】, but in a world where angels no longer existed, where did this fallen angel come from?
If one were to find a few normal demons among them, it would probably be the exploded 【Lich】 Ian Tattal, and the 【Demon Man】 Vernon and 【Tower Demon】 Arta.
Even the remote 【Beast Demon】 Tonja was clearly not a simple character.
The 【Dead Marsh Lizard】 Paul, who was fiercely battling with Montiel Farley, would occasionally let out some pure draconic breath.
If their speculation was correct, he was likely hiding his stance as a 【Dragon】 under the guise of a 【Lizard Demon】!
However, 【Dragons】 were pureblood giants that mutated after being demonized; they were crazed and bloodthirsty, not one to appear as calm and composed as this 【Dead Marsh Lizard】.
So many variables, the trajectory of fate was incredibly chaotic.
Professor Metia stood at the front, desperately assessing, yet could not unravel the direction of destiny.
But she still realized that the current situation was purely because this group from Saint Maryann Academy was simply too powerful!
When the strong face the weak, they can control the whole battlefield, conceal their true abilities as they wish, and maneuver as they please.
However, once it becomes a clash of the strong, they become engulfed.
On one side were humans, and on the other were demons, who could never trust each other to hold back. Thus, once the battle commenced, it became a thunderous clash!
“Boom!”
The 【Boundary Breaking Thunder Sea】 had not yet dissipated.
The solid hand of Alastair Aldridge, charged and ready to strike, was momentarily blocked by Professor Shylph using a magic spell card—【Spear Formation Trap】.
Yet at that moment, Professor Shylph disappeared along with the 【Wind Element Lord Shylph】, leaving no trace behind.
But that was just the perspective held by Alastair Aldridge.
Professor Shylph and the 【Wind Element Lord Shylph】 had simultaneously transformed into wind, perfectly merging with nature as if achieving “oneness with heaven and man” from the realm of cultivation.
Endless killing intent hidden within the flow of natural winds at that moment.
Alastair Aldridge slowly moved his gaze around, realizing he could no longer sense Professor Shylph’s exact presence.
Unbeknownst to him, the 【Demon Man】 Vernon, who had just escaped the brink of death, suddenly stopped upon spotting his target, with red demonic light continuously radiating outward from his body.
With his intention to control, part of the demonic light flowed along his skin to his singular horn atop his head—this horn, while occasionally used as a weapon, primarily served as an antenna to sense the flow of aura, making it exceedingly responsive.
The 【Demon Man】 was able to quickly react to attacks from all angles due to the horn on his head.
But even with that horn glowing as if it was being baked, it could not detect any trace.
“Damn it! She escaped!”
The not-so-bright 【Demon Man】 Vernon said venomously.
At that moment, Alastair Aldridge instantly teleported above the 【Demon Man】, and a massive black hand stood tall like a monument, almost touching the back of the 【Demon Man】 as it swiftly struck down!
“Whoosh—”
A gust of wind leaked at that instant.
The wind, once again, scattered.
The 【Demon Man】 Vernon jumped forth in horror, turning to look at the Demon King in confusion.
Alastair Aldridge still frowned, the pupils in his eyes continuously switching to various styles, various demon eye techniques activated, yet Professor Shylph and the 【Wind Element Lord Shylph】’s presence vanished again after that fleeting hint of aura faded.
He pondered slightly, speaking into the void, “In this state, how long can you maintain? One minute? Two minutes? Can you exceed three minutes?”
There was no response, only the natural flow of night wind.
Alastair Aldridge settled his mind, clasped his hands together, magic energy swirling, attempting to induce the flow of aura.
After a moment, he released an electric current from the horn atop his head, quickly expanding outwards, setting up a thunderous stance.
But Professor Shylph and the 【Wind Element Lord Shylph】 never reappeared.
Until after 120 seconds.
The head of the 【Demon Man】 Vernon silently slid down from his neck.
When the distance between the two sides of his neck exceeded a finger’s width, the 【Demon Man】 suddenly realized, quickly raising his hands to catch his sliding head.
But soon after, his left hand and right hand, just above the wrists, each bore a wound.
The cuts were smooth, blood flowing out easily from the wounds, causing his hands to slip down faster.
And naturally, the head held by his hands continued to slide down swiftly.
The 【Demon Man】 opened his mouth, the muscles in his face bulging. Between his eyes and mouth, across the bridge of his nose, the absolute horizontal position was disturbed, the upper part and the lower part began to part ways.
His head was inadvertently severed into two.
“Puff!”
The aura of the 【Demon】 completely collapsed.
Blood erupted from every incision on his body.
His entire form disassembled on the spot.
Pieces fell, descending straight downwards.
Suddenly, a strong wind appeared, sweeping up his corpse to prevent it from disturbing the townsfolk looking up below.
Under this night sky, there were no demons left, except for Alastair Aldridge.
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Meanwhile, Professor Shylph finally appeared, now standing beside the 【Blood Source Sword Saint】.
The magic energy of the 【Blood Source Sword Saint】 had already run out, relying solely on the remote transfer from Ophelia Brad.
However, the remote transfer, mediated by a magic spell card, was very gradual, like a stream with a limited riverbed, only capable of sustaining the existence of the golem, and difficult to quickly replenish its consumption.
The distance from Ophelia was indeed too far.
But as Professor Shylph quietly appeared, she took out a magic spell card to replenish magical energy.
“You’re Ophelia’s golem?” She whispered, her gaze falling on the 【Holy Sword Spell】 of the 【Blood Source Sword Saint】.
Sensing the pure magic flowing into him, the slightly weakened aura gradually rose, and at that moment, he nodded in response.
Professor Shylph confirmed the 【Blood Holy Sword】 he held once more, then softly said, “Next, I need your assistance.”
The 【Blood Source Sword Saint】 understood and smiled brightly, “It’s my honor.”
Alastair Aldridge suddenly felt an immense threat!
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War is like this; even the powerful can become insignificant in the thick of battle.
The 【Lich】 Ian Tattal was undeniably strong, yet in a single encounter, his soul shattered in terror; even the semi-divine artifact, the 【Ghostly Eye】, was too dangerous to carry away.
The 【Demon Man】 Vernon was also undeniably strong, yet in this battle, he became a burden. When Alastair Aldridge became too preoccupied to pay him any mind, he quietly perished.
The remaining black-robed demons did not want to meet such a meaningless demise, so they kept hiding their true abilities and floating along.
But apart from the unnoticed escape of the 【Tower Demon】 Arta, the others had sunk deep into peril.
Yet in that perilous realm, fortunately, there was no mire.
Even across a great distance, even with the 【Boundary Breaking Thunder Sea】 as a barrier, and even amidst the fierce battle.
Even the 【Vampire】 Naralee Vlad, who had just been revived from the blood, sensed the death of the 【Demon Man】 Vernon.
First was the death of the 【Mud Nightmare Demon】, then the death of the 【Lich】 Ian, and now it was the turn of the 【Demon Man】 Vernon; who would fall next?
When the 【Mud Nightmare Demon】 died, they hadn’t paid much notice since it was already on the brink of death.
When the 【Lich】 died, they also didn’t pay much attention because the Lich had a life box.
But when a 【Demon】 is dead, it is truly dead.
In an instant, the minds of the remaining five black-robed demons recalled the cruelty of the battlefield.
Among them, Naralee, who had just activated the 【True Ancestor’s Blood】, stood right at the edge of death.
The fury that had just boiled in her mind swiftly ebbed away, like a waterfall flowing downwards.
What kind of retribution would Alastair Aldridge impose come autumn?
What endless pursuit awaited after her identity was revealed?
If she died now, what future would she have?
The primal aura of the 【True Ancestor】 had just surged into the clouds, dyeing the night sky a chilling red.
Revealing immeasurable power, Naralee exploded in that moment, countless bats fleeing violently against the still profound night.
I’m not playing along anymore!
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