Chrissa stared coldly at her target, a young elven king, as young, beautiful, and temperamental as the elven queens of all generations, who attracted countless subjects to worship and love. And unlike the queens who have been growing up in the palace, she has received a royal education in the palace, she has seen the darkest side of politics in the King's Sword, she has even joined the Silver Moon Guard, she knows the marginalized people in the kingdom, and most importantly, she has shown unparalleled courage and charisma in today's coup d'état, she stands in the middle of the battlefield, fighting side by side with her warriors.

In the history of the elven kingdom, there is only one queen who has the same complicated experience, the same courage and charm.

That was Frey, the founding queen who overthrew the Fire King.

If she is allowed to sit firmly on the throne, the shaky foundation of the elven kingdom will quickly be stabilized, and everything the demon has done today will be in vain.

Whether it's because of a personal vendetta or for the sake of the victory of the entire race war, she must be here today, ending Djoenmi's life.

She was getting closer and closer to Dzoenmi, and the elves around her were either caught up in cannibalism or busy dealing with their own fiery subordinates, and the magic items on her body were erasing her footsteps, obscuring her figure, and making her invisible from everyone's sight.

With a little closer, she'd be able to incorporate Djormie into an inescapable magical combo, gathering all her strength to smash even the mighty Blaence to be mortally wounded, and if Djonnmi was to turn her into a memory for the elves.

But just when Chrysa thought it was done.

She suddenly noticed that a young elf beside Dzoenmi suddenly turned her head.

It was a little girl, with distinctive green eyes, but she looked at her with bitter hatred. She actually penetrated all the cover of magic, discovered her, and recognized her race.

No, we have to do it now.

All it takes is a scream from the little girl to make Djounmi sense the danger, activate the life-saving props, and make the assassination a failure.

Chrissa abandoned her disguise and began to gather magical energy on her hands, and the torrent of spells answered her call in an instant, the power of fire and lightning appearing at her fingertips. While most demons can only specialize in fire magic based on their talents, there are a few exceptions to the genius who are not only gifted with perfect flame, but also a master at manipulating thunder and lightning.

Very few targets can escape her double strangulation.

But this time, Chrysa found out about the accident again.

Instead of screaming and retreating, the weak-looking little girl turned around, calmly alerting Prince Jornmi beside her, and then preparing with all her might to intercept her attack.

Chrysa's attention had completely taken away from Djoenmi, and she stared at the green-eyed little girl, and then saw that the little girl's forehead had silver horns, and silver scales appeared on her cheeks.

Chrissa finally understood who she was seeing, this little girl was not Djoenmi's bodyguard, but her object of protection, and only one person worthy of Djoenmi's personal protection.

She's a Dragonborn...... Still green eyes!

She is the Son of the Silver Moon, the child of Evans' blood.

Chrissa laughed, fate did not treat her badly, and in the past ten thousand years, fate has finally begun to favor the abandoned children of flames!

The Queen of the Elves and the Children of the Silver Moon were within her reach.

All she had to do was kill Djonnmi and take the child away, and everything would be rewritten.

The scorching flames and sparkling thunder pierced the short distance between the demons and the elves, and at the same time, the magic items that Adella wore all shone brightly, and a barrier of ice appeared in front of her, covering both her and Djoenmi.

Flames and ice, thunder and defensive spell enchantments, all collided together to produce violent explosions that unleashed a huge roar.

The impact knocked Adelia to the ground, and by the time she woke up from the roar, she found that her mouth was full of fishy smell, and her ribs were in sharp pain like broken bones.

She was wounded, and it was severe, and all the defensive magic items on her body were shattered, but she didn't care at all.

For Adelia was relieved to see that because of her attack, Prince Djonnmi had only suffered a slight injury, and had already jumped up quickly, ready to meet the next blow of the demon.

Chrissa was surprised that the Son of the Silver Moon had just behaved beyond her imagination. Her magic combo was interrupted, and she didn't even injure Dronmi.

However, their resistance was over, the Children of the Silver Moon seemed to be unable to fight anymore, and Djoenmi had to draw his sword.

The Elven Summoner's greatest weakness is melee combat, but demons are naturally strong warriors for both men and women, and now she's close enough to Zoenmi or the Children of the Silver Moon.

Krissa drew the two blood-red curved blades from his waist and swung them heavily at Dronmi.

Adelia was anxious to find that in just one round, two deep wounds had been added to Zhuoenmi's body, and even the magic defense mirror under her chest robe had shattered into several pieces, and she was far from being the opponent of the demon in front of her in terms of swordsmanship and strength.

She wanted to help, but her weak body could no longer support too complex spells, but ordinary spells were completely useless to the powerful demon in front of her.

Unless...... Adelia suddenly thought of the mysterious techniques that Professor Morris had just taught herself.

Those spells are not too complicated and do not require the support of a torrent of powerful spells, and can completely change this battle if used correctly.

Adella coughed, protruding the blood from her mouth, enduring the pain, and then recited the incantation.

A tiny cube of space appeared in front of Adella.

The space was tumbling, spitting out the air she contained, then tearing the adjacent space apart, devouring everything in it.

Adella's mind moved.

The cube was full of Aderia's hatred and slammed into the demon Chrysa's arm.

A burst of blue blood mist erupted in the air, and a deep tunnel-like hole appeared in the demon's wrist, making it almost impossible for the demon to hold the heavy blade anymore. But the tiny space that shone with blue blood mist did not stop, piercing the demon's body and wings several times, and finally heading straight for the demon's forehead.

At the last moment, Chrissa jerked her head up and dodged the fatal blow, but the tumbling space left a deep wound on the right side of her face, and the gushing blood obscured her vision.

But in the moment before she was injured, she finally saw what was hurting her. A rotating and moving piece of space, manipulated by the injured and fallen Son of the Moon.

That's space magic!

What she saw was a child of the silver moon who had mastered the magic of space!

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