Persephone sat quietly in the dark, her every movement surrounding her. Her heart was like an icy lake, so calm that she didn't even have a ripple.

In contrast to the increasingly obvious anxiety of the surrounding dragoons, Persephone began to become calm, her breathing was like nothing, and her whole body descended into a state of absolute tranquility. But beneath the calm exterior lies a volcanic power.

The only source of light in the dark room was the brain on her lap, with a countdown clock on the screen with 28 hours left. For Persephone, patience is something that will never be lacking, and she can wait for days and nights. But the people surrounded outside could not be as relaxed as hers, and the constant pressure made them feel like they had experienced a day every hour.

Kaplan gave Persephone 48 hours to surrender. He didn't plan to attack until the deadline was reached, after all, even if he was also a major general, he would face Persephone's life in a huge threat. As long as it drags on for more than a day, Kaplan is considered successful, and success does not necessarily require fighting. He looked at Persephone's attendants kneeling in a row, and felt a little lighter. These servants were all disconnected from Persephone, but after all, they followed her from birth to death, and Kaplan hoped that she would be somewhat nostalgic for some of the old feelings, and that she would have some scruples when she made a move.

Persephone is a direct lineage of a large family, and has enjoyed the best life since birth, and should not be as ruthless as those who have risen from the bottom, and their relatives are not recognized.

The night passed slowly, and a dim glow illuminated the northern base. Today's clouds are exceptionally thick, and the sky is very dark, just like the mood of the dragon riders surrounding the villa.

It was getting dark again.

Kaplan suddenly received a message, he looked at his brain, and sat quietly again. In the eyes of those around you, this message should be one of many inconsequential everyday messages. But Rout also received the message at the same moment, and a hint of undisguised joy flashed on his face.

Kaplan sat like a statue, not eating, drinking, not smiling. This is actually a very large drain on his body, but Persephone in the villa is also the same who does not eat, drink, laugh or move.

It was a peculiar war, and from the time the encirclement was formed, the war had already begun. Persephone remained ready to attack, forcing the dragoons around her to be ready for battle. Obviously, no one is Pasephone's opponent except Kaplan, and the longer the stalemate, the more favorable the situation will be for Persephone.

Only Kaplan knew that this was not the case. Information had just been received that Bebraz's forces had emerged from the battle and were on their way to speed up, reaching the northern base in ten hours, instead of the original thirty-six. So Kaplan is not in a hurry at all, he can afford it. But on the surface, he remained silent, but he slightly increased the speed of blood flow and heartbeat, and he believed that Persephone must be able to sense the change, just as he could sense Persephone. To Kaplan's relief, Persephone was still as cold as a stone statue, sitting upright in the middle of the villa, not moving. If he had changed his place in Persephone, he would have continued to wear it out, because it looked like when the sky lit up again, the low-level dragoons here would run out of body. But by that time, Bebraz's troops had arrived.

Just when Kaplan was secretly relieved, the light screen on Passerphone's lap that was counting down the time suddenly lit up, and a line of small words flashed: "The enemy task force has successfully intercepted the ability to recalculate the battle time......"

After a few seconds, the light screen flashed again, and the countdown clock flickered rapidly, and finally the countdown time became 8 hours and 15 minutes, and it was noted that the battle time was 15 minutes, and it was necessary to retreat after 8 hours and 30 minutes.

A thought came to Persephone's almost static mind very slowly: "Give me fifteen minutes to fight?" This Helen ......."

Time flies and slows, and when it is about to dawn, Kaplan's nerves are getting tighter and tighter, and he knows that the closer he gets to success, the more likely he is to have problems. Persephone's former followers could no longer hold it and fell to the ground, but they could only moan lowly, but they did not dare to move, because the cold muzzle of the gun was pointed at their body.

It's almost a success......

However, at this moment, Kaplan suddenly heard a soft beep, which seemed to be the sound of the countdown of the timed alarm clock!

If in Kaplan's perception, the original Persephone was like a quiet sea of ice, then at the moment when the alarm clock sounded, a drop of spark had fallen into the sea of ice, and the entire sea was set on fire in an instant!

The huge pillar of fire that rose into the sky did not rely on heat, but on the sheer size of the colossal size that suffocated Kaplan!

Persephone finally opened her eyes, and her eyes were fixed on Kaplan who stood up! The moment she opened her eyes, the entire villa had quietly disintegrated, turning into rubble and rubble, forming a circle around Persephone! So when she opened her eyes, nothing could stop her vision.

A vague sense of crisis made Kaplan jump into the air, and before he could even repeat the ultimatum to Persephone again, he did his best and let out a roar! His body suddenly became huge, and the muscles that had swelled several times directly pushed the military uniform on his body into pieces, and what appeared in the air was a terrifying muscle monster! Several oval-shaped crystals appeared on Kaplan's body, and the surface of the crystals emitted a yellow hazy light, covering most of the vital parts of his body. This is a protective force field emitted through the medium of energy crystals, which is a product of a combination of high-level spells and high-level combat domain abilities. In Kaplan's hand, there was an additional two-meter-long, hundred-kilogram alloy scimitar, which was his unique weapon. Before Persephone could make a move, Kaplan jumped into the air and slashed at Persephone with all his might!

The Alloy Scimitar sent out an extremely sharp scream in the air, and this shock wave made even the lowest-level dragoons dizzy, their whole body weak, and they were not able to participate in the battle at all!

Of the 15 dragoons, only two colonels were able to flank Persephone in time, and the rest of the officers were intimidated by Persephone's sudden momentum and were a step slower to react. And those ordinary soldiers, most of whom were knocked to the ground by the shock wave caused by Kaplan's sword, held their heads and howled desperately, and only a few of the strongest soldiers could barely hold on to their posts.

In front of the general, no matter how many ordinary soldiers there are, they can't even play the role of cannon fodder, they can only be slaughtered at will!

Power determines power, which is where the Bloody Council's strict and brutal hierarchy comes from.

Kaplan's earth-shattering slash is like slashing open an active volcano! In an instant, he flew upside down at an even faster speed!

Persephone stood upright, her long legs wrapped in dark stockings fully illustrated the definition of slender and straight, and the gray suit subtly outlined the devil's figure. But in her right hand behind her back was a three-meter-long spear, the tip of which was pointed diagonally at the ground. With a gun in hand, the coldness in Persephone's eyes is no longer the arrogance of the iceberg beauty who rejects people thousands of miles away, but the killing intent that can directly freeze the opponent's soul!

The two colonels didn't see how Kaplan was knocked out of the air, but they knew that they couldn't retreat at this time, and they had to contain Persephone and wait for General Kaplan's recovery. And they are not alone, there are four school officers on the periphery who are rushing up.

The spear in Persephone's hand arced, and the tip of the spear rose and stabbed one of the colonels in the chest! With an extremely clear trajectory, the spear broke through the three layers of protective force field activated by the colonel one after another, and then pierced his hands that tried to hold the spear, slicing through the strong and light superalloy protective cuirass, submerging into his chest, and then piercing through the back, also piercing the protective cuirass on his back.

The Colonel, with his protective strength against the direct bombardment of heavy artillery shells, has been pierced by Persephone's shot!

The colonel used his last strength to hold the gun tightly, not allowing it to continue dragging in his body. But there was something strange about the sensation coming from the palms of his hands and his body, and he couldn't help but look at the spear that had pierced him, and suddenly his eyes almost bulged out!

It was only then that he was shocked to discover that this spear, which shone with a dark gray metallic luster and was engraved with intricate and ornate patterns, looked heavy and extremely strong, and had no substance!

In the depths of the colonel's mind, a long-hidden term surfaced, energy embodied weapon!

This spear is a weapon formed by Persephone's manifestation of the energy she emitted! Any dragoon who has this ability is a strong man who has left a heavy mark in the history of dark dragoons. In the eyes of the dragoons with this ability, the absolute difference between rank and rank has become blurred, and the colonel is by no means the only one who can easily kill a general!

"Be careful, it's ......" the colonel tried his best to warn his comrades, but after only a few words, his voice became hoarse. The spear vanished, leaving only a terrifying hole in his chest, and the instantaneous pressure difference caused blood to gush out of the air mixed with his lungs, and sucked the dragoon's words back into his throat.

The other colonel watched as the spear flew out of the sky, stabbing his protective force field like a torn silk and piercing his throat with Tier 7 defense. Then as soon as the spear turned, his head flew out of his body and was thrown high into the air! His eyes widened, and he couldn't understand why the spear had suddenly appeared in Persephone's left hand.

Before he lost consciousness, the residual feeling in his body finally let him know what his comrade-in-arms was trying to say just now, that spear was a weapon embodied in energy.

Kaplan finally fell to the ground, but he was unsteady on his feet, and he fell to one knee, all supported by an alloy scimitar, so that he did not fall completely. There were suddenly three more blood spots on his chest, and then the blood stains expanded rapidly, turning into three terrifying wounds with a diameter of nearly 10 centimeters in the blink of an eye! It was a wound from a spear, but Kaplan's body was far more defensive than the two colonels, and he desperately attacked Persephone, forcing her to retract slightly, so that she avoided the disaster of piercing her chest.

Blood poured out of the wound like a spring, and in an instant a puddle of blood had accumulated at Kaplan's feet.

Persephone stood proudly in the center of the pack of wolves, her spear drawing a mysterious trajectory in the air and slowly closing behind her back. The wind stirred the long gray hair that was scattered, but it added to her mysterious beauty.

Persephone slowly turned and walked into the darkness outside the base. Behind her, in addition to a general who was still worthy of a battle, there were also 4 school officers and 9 low-level dragoons with their combat strength intact, but no one dared to chase them!

No one even dared to glance at her beautiful, haughty, lonely back anymore.

With a soft sound, the alloy scimitar was plunged deep into the ground by the angry Kaplan, and the cement near the blade began to crack, and the crack spread in all directions, spreading several meters away. The blood that had accumulated on the ground quickly seeped into the cracks, outlining a blood-colored coat of arms on the dark gray concrete floor.

With a snap, an intelligent computer that didn't know who the owner was rolled in front of Kaplan, and he happened to see the time displayed on the screen, so he calculated the duration of the battle: 1 minute and 30 seconds.

In 1 minute and 30 seconds, the battle was over. Kaplan, who led 15 dragoons of all ranks, was defeated and lost two colonels. Under the action of unpredictable and powerful energy embodied weapons, the gap in combat power between two major generals of the same rank is so far away.

Kaplan gripped the handle of the alloy scimitar tightly, but his arm, which was thicker than the thighs of an ordinary strong man, was shaking! He was afraid. When Persephone's spear stabbed, Kaplan saw the grim reaper's grin from the edge of the spear! It was only the extraordinary combat power that burst out in an instant that saved his life. Although Persephone was also wounded, Kaplan knew deep down that she was not retreating because of her injuries, but to leave her full combat strength and wait for the arrival of Task Force Beblaz.

It turned out that she had known that such a force was coming, and she clearly knew their whereabouts, otherwise she would not have chosen this time to do it.

Persephone left the task force with an hour and a half. An hour and a half gives her ample time to select and set up the battlefield, and forces the task force to fight on the battlefield she has chosen.

Kaplan finally understands that Persephone never wanted to escape from the beginning, but instead chose to fight the task force to the death!

What gave her the courage to face the towering Bebraz as a mountain? Kaplan couldn't understand, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to understand Persephone's thoughts at the moment for the rest of his life.

At this moment, in the distant Dragon City, Helen was somewhat lazily shrunk in her chair, looking at the changing numbers on the light screen in front of her.

"The battle should be over, right? Well, Fanny, this guy won't work hard without irritating her, and I guess this fight should be over in 2 minutes. Helen thought lazily. Her thoughts suddenly jumped, and she whispered to herself: "No, the new real luck is not taken into account, well, if the luck factor is considered, the battle should end in ...... 1 minute 35 seconds. ”