Prisis waved her blood-colored wings high in the air, as swift and deadly as a falcon.

Upon learning of her self-healing abilities, Prisis became more and more daring in battle.

Perform with ease in the rain of arrows of the soul fire and the sea of starry guns.

However, after several hours of continuous fighting, her movements soon began to slow down.

Although the body is strong, exertion is unavoidable.

The altitude of the flight gradually decreased, and the speed slowed down.

The Bloodline is very survivable, and only a few drops of blood are needed to survive.

However, strong vitality also has significant weaknesses.

That is, endurance is limited.

Once the blood in the body for recovery is consumed too much, it is necessary to find a new source of blood.

The blood of both humans and animals is a source of their recovery.

If the blood comes from a stronger host, the better it will regenerate.

That's why the Bloodlines always have an easy upper hand in battles with other creatures.

Because in their eyes, the wounds of others are the sacrifice of blood, which can nourish them endlessly.

However, in the face of the undead, the Bloodline is vulnerable.

Because the undead are not living beings, not a drop of blood flows, only soul flames burn in them.

Without the advantage of draining blood, the Bloodline's stamina will drop rapidly, far less than that of the undead.

And now, the dusty land is littered with dark green undead.

They had weapons in their hands, and the flames in their bodies burned more fiercely than ever.

Faced with such a spectacular formation for the first time, and experiencing the battlefield of gunsmoke, Prisis's physical strength began to be overdrawn.

If she could have avoided more damage at first, she might have lasted longer.

But with little combat experience, she overlooked a key precondition.

Self-healing also requires blood infusion.

And now?

She couldn't hold it anymore.

Flying low, she pressed down, the blade of the glowing green flame grazing the air, almost slashing her back.

And the starry greatsword that fell heavily was quickly dodged by Prisis.

The situation was fraught with danger, and she realized that she couldn't go on like this.

After dodging the attack, Prisis looked up at the blue-purple star barrier in the distance.

Mr. Mage was still there, but now, there was not a single movement in there.

She still has to persevere.

The thought had just risen in the back of his tired heart, when suddenly, a violent roar shook the entire dusty earth.

Whoa—whoa!

The roar of rage surged like a tidal wave, and the mere sound had already shattered several undead soldiers in front of them.

But soon, the immortal ones came back to life.

The earth-shattering roar caught the attention of all the undead.

Prisis also rushed into the sky, seeking prestige.

There was a dark green flame burning in the sky, and the bones were white, as if death had descended.

And in the dark green flames, a familiar figure was surrounded by green flames.

That's Aurelian.

Aurelian stands atop the dragon undead made of white bones.

The ghostly fire passed through her eyes, and the ghostly fire dotted around her like stars.

An angry roar broke through the silence again, and Prisis hung high in the sky, so terrified that she almost forgot to flap her wings.

Aurelian entered the state of the undead, and the flames on her body were even hotter than before.

Her skin, however, was as pale as a ghost in the shadows.

The body also seemed to be slightly rickety, as if it was weak, like a tower about to collapse.

She breathed heavily, straining the dragon beneath her.

Although his body was tired, his eyes pierced like ice diamonds were cold and merciless.

Swept from above, like a biting cold wind, coldly sprinkled on the dusty earth.

She straightened up, like a queen of the undead who was cold to the extreme.

The voice spilled from the pale skin of death, low and hollow:

"Thank you, Prisis."

The undead flames behind Aurelian rolled, manipulating a huge fifth-order demon dragon.

In the huge and terrifying white bone dragon body, the flames between the ribs were as dazzling as diamonds.

In the gap in the sky, fierce flames spread from the dragon's mouth, illuminating the entire battle-torn battlefield.

The undead warriors consumed by the fire of their souls turned into scorched earth.

The nebula-flowing knights were also destroyed by the terrible flames, turned into stars, swallowed up by the drifting smoke and dust, and then dissipated into the sky.

Prisis, who fell from the sky, fell to the ground, gasping for air, her eyes full of vibrations.

Watch the undead demon dragon slaughtering enemies in the sky, like a vast galaxy before dawn.

So handsome......

After Victor's long training, Aurelian's combat experience and combat awareness have become very sophisticated.

It's not top-notch, but at least it's outstanding.

After all, Victor's way of cultivating Aurelian was his own.

Prisis, who was slowly recovering her body, leaned against the ground, her heavy eyelids half-raised, and her gaze did not leave the battlefield.

Now, she's hiding where Aurelian has just taken refuge.

Suddenly, a smell of blood hit my nose.

As a Bloodliner, she smelled it sensitively.

She instinctively caught it, reaching out with trembling hands.

Well?

Why, where the princess of the empire just hid, there was blood left?

But she didn't have time to think.

After a wave of attacks, the group of necromancers who had been scattered by the attack also came to their senses.

Urging the human skin magic book in his hand, the chanting in his mouth buzzed, and began to launch a counterattack towards Aurelian high in the sky.

The undead warriors were brought back to life by magic, wielding spears and swords in front of them, turning into rows of walls of bones.

And the necromancers were no longer idle, and the human skin law book in their hands was turned countless times.

The magic began to unleash from their bodies, and several dark green pythons reached out from the ground and struck at the dragon that ignited the dark green flames.

Aurelian urged the dragon statue to move forward, stirring up a gust of wind that tore the pythons apart.

The necromancers quickly invoked their magic to revive the undead warriors who had been reduced to pieces.

Turn them into a wall of bones again and stand in front of them.

Aurelian looked at them, her brow furrowed even more, and her face as cold as frost rippled in the glow of the ghostly fire:

"I now understand why Grandpa wanted to get rid of you and seal you under this mausoleum forever."

These necromancers have been endlessly resurrecting undead warriors with the help of magical powers.

Hold them back like a fragile wall of bones to counter a formidable foe.

Every time, every time.

The moment the bones of the undead warriors are destroyed, they will be resurrected again.

In the eyes of these mages, the undead warriors are nothing more than beholders to them, like controllable puppets.

Although their souls have long been extracted, as necromancers, they are still full of the desire to enslave the undead.

They can't even do the most basic respect for the undead.

Although there is no need for any respect for the spirits themselves.

Aurelian looked at them, her tone full of indifference:

"Blasphemy of the undead, trying to put life above life and death."

"You will not spare even the dead."

The dragon in the sky let out a roar that tore through the night sky, and fierce sound waves surged towards the necromancers like a hurricane.

They no longer cared about resurrecting the warriors, so they hurriedly used necromancy to defend themselves against being swept away by the fierce waves of sound.

The bones that had lost their rivalry were quickly controlled by Aurelian's necromantic magic.

Before the original form was reshaped, Aurelian had already activated the magic.

An eerie green cloud of smoke rose from the ground and engulfed them at will.

In the blink of an eye, it gathered into a cloud of flying ash and dissipated, falling into the loess.

The remaining necromancers could no longer feel the presence of corpses.

They had to defend themselves as much as they could, or the onslaught of soul flames would disappear in an instant.

Here, the fifth-order demon dragon above the sky was an absolutely invincible existence.

Under the flames of that soul fire, the situation on the battlefield was almost entirely tilted in one direction.

Suddenly, there was a faint vibration in the distant Star Fortress, drawing Aurelian's gaze completely.

At the same time, the Star Knights seemed to feel a trembling omen.

Immediately stopped in place and withdrew the Nebula blade.

The flames devoured the Star Knights mercilessly.

The pale bones were naked in the silent night sky, like overturned piano keys, and their eyes were full of despair.

They all fell to their knees on metal-smooth knees, their eyes filled with pain and struggle.

Crossing his shattered arms over his chest as if he was holding on to the last of his life, he was also paying his last respects to the massive Meteorite Fortress.

Eventually, the stars were engulfed in the turquoise soul flames and rose into the sky as fine particles as dust.

Is it time?

Aurelian looked at the shattered Star Knights, and a question crossed her mind.

But now, it doesn't matter.

As the Star Knights departed one by one, the situation was completely one-sided.

The undead warriors were all ordered by Aurelian to be calm, and even the scum hid in the loess and were never seen again.

The only necromancers left were desperately defending their pitiful magical powers.

They can no longer summon the undead legions, and they are like waste, reduced to cannon fodder to delay the battle.

Boom ——!

Suddenly, a deafening loud bang rang out between the fortresses.

Aurelian couldn't help but look, and even Prisis subconsciously looked up.

The blue-purple barrier, like a weave of stars, was being violently smashed by terrifying purple thunder.

The boulder disintegrated under the power of the thunder, and the crimson meteorite burst out of the thunder, crashing into the shattered castle like a meteor shower.

A particularly terrifying thunderbolt eventually descended from the sky, like an angry dragon.

The arc of lightning flew and the rubble flew sideways, sweeping up dust and gravel a hundred meters high, and swinging wildly in all directions.

Suddenly, the whole land was illuminated with purple lightning.

The crimson meteorite fell like a bright star, setting off waves of dust that filled the sight of Aurelian and Prisis.

After what seemed like a long time, Aurelian finally came to her senses.

She slowly opened her eyes, only to see that the star-like barrier had been shattered, and there was a dead silence in the distance.

What the hell is going on?

But suddenly, a broad palm was placed on her shoulder.

A calm and deep voice sounded slowly:

"Well done."

Hearing this familiar voice, Aurelian subconsciously turned her head.

The familiar black trench coat came into view, and her heart jumped, almost subconsciously shouting:

"Teacher!"

The nebula barrier gradually dissipated, and the star-like meteorite general disappeared.

Only Mr. Victor was left, and suddenly stood behind him,

Obviously, in the end, it was the teacher who defeated the general.

Thinking of this, Aurelian felt infinitely relaxed.

Then, an indescribable feeling of weakness swept over her like a tsunami, and the dark green flames that enveloped her body began to slowly dissipate.

Her vision blurred, and she fell backwards as if she had lost all her strength.

Aurelian felt more tired than ever.

It seems that as long as you close your eyes gently, you can immerse yourself in the warm embrace of Mr. Victor.

Her eyelids grew heavier and she closed them.

In the last of her eyes, she seemed to see the black crow flying from somewhere, gracefully landing on Mr. Victor's shoulder.

Aurelian finally gave up the fight against drowsiness and closed her eyes completely.

In a daze, I only heard the familiar voice, I don't know who I was talking to, ringing in my ears:

"It seems that the future Empress does not intend to take you into her royal city."

"Now, you're worthless."