Prixis waved her blood-red wings high in the sky, as agile and deadly as an eagle.
After learning about her self-healing abilities, Priscilla became more daring in her fights.
He was able to perform with ease in the rain of soul fire arrows and the sea of starry spears.
However, after several hours of fighting, her movements soon began to slow down.
Although the body is strong, fatigue is unavoidable.
The flying height also gradually decreased, and the speed also slowed down.
The vampires have strong survivability and only need a few drops of blood to survive.
However, the powerful vitality also has significant weaknesses.
That is, endurance is limited.
Once the blood used for recovery in the body is consumed too much, a new source of blood needs to be found.
The blood of humans and animals is their source of restoration.
If the blood comes from a stronger host, its recovery effect will be better.
This is why vampires can always easily gain the upper hand in battles with other creatures.
Because in their eyes, other people's wounds are blood sacrifices, which can nourish them continuously.
However, facing the undead, the vampires are obviously weak.
Because the undead are not living things, not a drop of blood flows, only the soul flame burns in them.
Without the advantage of absorbing blood, the vampire's endurance will drop rapidly, far less than those of the undead.
But now, the sandy land is covered with green undead.
They held weapons in their hands, and the fire in their bodies burned more fiercely than before.
Facing such a spectacular formation for the first time and experiencing the smoke of the battlefield, Pulisis's physical strength began to be exhausted.
If she could avoid more damage in the first place, she might be able to last longer.
But with little combat experience, she overlooked a key prerequisite.
Self-healing also requires blood injection.
And now?
She couldn't hold it any longer.
Flying at low altitude, her body pressed down, and the blade burning with green flames scraped the air, almost scratching her back.
And the Starry Sword that hit hard was quickly dodged by Pulisis.
The crisis-ridden situation made her realize that she couldn't continue like this.
After dodging all the attacks, Pulisis raised her head and looked at the blue-purple star barrier in the distance.
Mr. Master is still locked there, but now, there is no movement in there.
She still needs to persist.
Just as this thought arose in my exhausted heart, suddenly, a violent roar shook the entire sandy land.
Ouch - roar!
The heroic roar surged like a tide, and the sound alone shattered several undead soldiers in front.
But soon, they were immortal and resurrected.
That earth-shattering roar attracted the attention of all the undead.
Prixis also rushed to the sky, looking for fame.
Green flames burned high in the sky, and bones were thick, as if the god of death was coming.
And in the green flames, a familiar figure was surrounded by green flames.
That's Aurelion.
Aurelion stood atop an undead dragon made of bones.
The ghost fire passed through her eyes, and the ghost fire was dotted around her like stars.
Angry roars broke the silence again, and Prixis hung high in the sky. She was so shaken that she almost forgot to flap her wings.
Aurelion entered the undead state, and the flames on her body were even hotter than before.
However, her skin was as pale as a ghost in the shadows.
The body also seemed slightly stooped, as if weak, like a tower about to collapse.
She breathed rapidly and used all her strength to control the dragon beneath her.
Although his body was exhausted, his eyes that penetrated like ice drills were cold and ruthless.
Sweeping from high in the sky, it fell indifferently on the sandy ground like a biting cold wind.
She stood upright, like an extremely cold undead queen.
The voice overflowed from the skin as pale as death, low and hollow:
"Thank you for your hard work, Priscilla."
The undead flames rolled behind Aurelion, controlling the huge fifth-level dragon.
In the huge and terrifying white bone dragon body, the flames between the ribs are as dazzling as diamonds.
In the gap in the sky, fierce flames spread from the dragon's mouth, illuminating the entire battlefield filled with war.
The undead warriors swallowed by the soul fire turned into scorched earth.
The knights in the flowing nebula were also destroyed by the terrible flames, turned into stars, and were swallowed up by the drifting smoke and dust before dissipating in the sky.
Pulisis fell from the sky and fell to the ground, gasping for air, her eyes filled with shock.
Watching the undead dragons flying in the sky slaughtering enemies is like the vast galaxy before dawn.
So handsome...
After a long period of training by Victor, Aurelion's combat experience and combat awareness have become very sophisticated.
Although it can't be said to be top-notch, it can at least be said to be outstanding.
After all, Victor trained Aurelion as if she were himself.
Pulisis, who was slowly recovering her body, leaned on the ground, half-raising her heavy eyelids, her eyes never leaving the battlefield.
Now she was hiding where Aurelion had just been.
Suddenly, the smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.
As a vampire, she could smell this smell keenly.
She caught it intuitively and probed with trembling hands.
Um?
Why is there blood where the imperial princess just took refuge?
But she had no time to think.
After a wave of attacks, the group of necromancers who were scattered in the attack also came to their senses.
He urged the human skin magic book in his hand, chanted hummingly in his mouth, and began to counterattack Aurelion high in the sky.
Those undead warriors resurrected under the influence of magic, waving their spears and swords in front of them, turning into rows of long walls of bones.
The necromancers were no longer idle, and the human skin law books in their hands were turned over countless times.
Magic began to be released from their bodies, and several green pythons stretched out from the ground and attacked the dragon burning with green flames.
Aurelion urged the dragon statue to fly forward, setting off a strong wind that tore all the giant pythons apart.
The necromancers quickly activated their magic to resurrect the undead warriors who had turned into fragments.
Turn them into a human wall of bones again and stand in front of you.
Aurelion looked at them, her brows furrowed even more, her face as cold as ice rippled under the gleaming light of the ghost fire:
"I understand now why grandpa wanted to eliminate you and seal you under this mausoleum forever."
These necromancers have been endlessly resurrecting undead warriors with the help of magical power.
Block them in front like a vulnerable wall of bones to resist the powerful enemy force.
Every time, every time.
The bones of the undead warriors will be resurrected by them the moment they are destroyed.
In the eyes of these mages, the undead warriors were just taking orders from them, like controllable puppets.
Although their souls have long been extracted, as necromancers, their bones are still filled with the desire to enslave the undead.
They can't even show the most basic respect for the undead.
Although these undead themselves do not need to be respected.
Aurelion looked at them, her tone full of indifference:
"Desecrating the undead, trying to be superior to life and death."
"You don't even spare the dead."
The dragon in the sky let out a roar that tore through the night sky, and the intense sound waves rushed toward the necromancers like hurricanes.
They could no longer care about resurrecting the warriors, and could only quickly use undead magic to protect themselves from being scattered by the violent sound waves.
The lost bones were quickly controlled by Aurelion's undead magic.
Before her original body shape could be reshaped, Aurelion had already activated her magic power.
A stream of eerie green smoke rose from the ground, swallowing them up wantonly.
In a blink of an eye, they gathered into a ball of flying ash and dissipated, falling into the loess.
The remaining necromancers can no longer feel the presence of the corpse.
They can only defend themselves as much as possible, otherwise the incoming soul flames will disappear in an instant.
Here, the fifth-level dragon in the sky is absolutely invincible.
Under the flames of the soul fire, the battlefield situation was almost completely tilted in one direction.
Suddenly, there was a faint vibration in the star fortress in the distance, completely attracting Aurelion's attention.
At the same time, those star knights seemed to feel a trembling omen.
He immediately stopped and retracted the Nebula Blade.
The raging flames mercilessly devoured those star knights.
The pale bones were naked in the silent night sky, like overturned keys, and everything was filled with despair.
They all knelt on the ground with metal-smooth knees, their eyes full of pain and struggle.
He crossed his broken arms in front of his chest, as if he was holding on to the last hope of life, and at the same time paying his last respects to the huge meteor fortress.
Finally, all the stars were swallowed up by the green soul flame, turning into particles as fine as dust and rising into the sky.
It's time?
Aurelion looked at the collapsed star knights and had a question in her mind.
But now it seems that it doesn't matter anymore.
When the Star Knights left one after another, the situation had completely fallen to one side.
All those undead warriors were ordered by Aurelion to return to peace, and even the scum were hidden in the loess, never to be seen again.
The only remaining necromancers are those who desperately defend their poor magic power.
They can no longer summon the undead legion and are like waste, reduced to cannon fodder that delays the war.
boom--!
Suddenly, a deafening loud noise suddenly sounded between the fortresses.
Aurelion couldn't help but look, and even Priscilla subconsciously raised her head.
The blue-purple barrier, like the weaving of stars, was being violently bombarded by terrifying purple thunder.
The huge rock disintegrated under the power of thunder, and red meteors burst out from the thunder, crashing into the broken castle like a meteor shower.
A particularly terrifying thunderbolt finally plummeted from high altitude, like an angry dragon.
Electric arcs shot out in all directions, gravel flew across the sky, and dust and gravel were swept up to a height of a hundred meters, swinging wildly around.
In an instant, the entire land was illuminated by purple electric light.
The red meteorite fell like bright stars, setting off layers of dust waves that filled the sight of Aurelion and Prixis.
After what seemed like an eternity, Aurelion finally came to her senses.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw that the star-like barrier had been reduced to ashes, and there was deathly silence in the distance.
What happened?
But suddenly, a generous hand was placed on her shoulder.
A calm and deep voice slowly sounded:
"Well done."
Hearing this familiar voice, Aurelion turned around subconsciously.
The familiar black windbreaker came into view. Her heart skipped a beat and she shouted almost subconsciously:
"teacher!"
The nebula barrier gradually dissipated, and the meteor general, which was as huge as a star, disappeared.
Only Teacher Victor was left, suddenly standing behind him,
Obviously, in the end, it was the teacher who defeated the general.
Thinking of this, Aurelion felt infinitely relaxed.
Then, an indescribable feeling of weakness swept over her like a tsunami, and the green flames surrounding her body began to slowly dissipate.
Her vision gradually blurred, and she fell backwards as if she had lost all strength.
Aurelion felt more exhausted than ever.
It seemed that as long as you closed your eyes, you could be immersed in Teacher Victor's warm embrace like sunshine.
Her eyelids grew heavier and she closed them.
In her last peripheral vision, she seemed to see the black crow flying from somewhere and landing gracefully on Teacher Victor's shoulder.
Aurelion finally gave up her fight against sleep and closed her eyes completely.
In a daze, I could only hear that familiar voice, not knowing who it was speaking to, ringing in my ears:
"It seems that the future queen does not intend to include you in her royal city."
"Now, you have no value."
