You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel

Derek's face began to contort; he opened his mouth in pain and clutched his chest.

But when he saw the expression on Isolde's face, his pain gradually turned into...pleasure.

“Great, great…that’s the expression.” Derek, lying on the ground, grinned. “Actually, you care about him, don’t you? Otherwise, you should avoid fighting me right now and focus on recovering.”

"Shut up."

"What was this guy's name again? Never mind, it doesn't matter. Anyway, before he died, he was still calling out your name and believing that you would avenge him."

She plunged the sword deeper, making sure Derek couldn't break free. Then she bent down, her face cold, and began punching Derek in the face repeatedly.

To defeat an elf, you must engage in close combat.

She noticed that Derek's life force was indeed being rapidly depleted; the guy was so fragile that he didn't seem like a natural disaster at all.

Derek was beaten speechless by Isolde. He gritted his teeth, deliberately faced the blade with his left shoulder, and used Isolde's sword to cut off his own left arm.

The severed part of the arm was quickly enveloped by a dark green magical energy, which began to extend, lengthen, and form a new arm.

Derek punched Isolde in the face, broke free of his restraints as she retreated, and rolled over to his feet.

His wounds began to heal quickly, and the bruises on his face disappeared.

Derek didn't dare stay on the ground. Instead, he used magic to float in mid-air so he could dodge Isolde's close-range attacks at any time.

He didn't give Isolde a chance to recover.

He didn't use a staff at all; he simply drew five magic circles in the air with his fingers.

[Instant Casting] maximizes casting speed, while [Multiple Casting] increases the number of spells that can be cast.

The Calamity of Derek can chant five spells simultaneously within ten seconds.

Isolde pulled the sword from the ground and flipped over to dodge the magical attack from the sky.

And Derek's mouth never stopped:

"Isolde! Why are you hiding? You should come up and kill me. You can't betray the knight's last wish."

"While you were fighting Senstor, I had a pleasant conversation with him. I wanted him to join the Elven race and betray you, but he firmly chose you."

“I trampled him under my feet and watched him struggle endlessly. I slowly tortured him until he was unrecognizable, but he still refused to reveal any information about you.”

"After the explosion, I wanted to kill you. But he clung to my leg tightly, and even when I used magic to invade his body and pierce his internal organs, he still wouldn't let go."

"I asked him why he did it, and guess what he said?"

Derek cleared his throat and mimicked Lotte's tone, "'Lady Isolde will avenge me, and even if I die, she will still hack you to death, piece by piece.' I really want you to hear his touching speech from that time; it almost brought tears to my eyes."

"Guess what I did? I didn't kick him, I just gently tore off his necklace, watched his body swell, watched his expression contort, watched him finally explode and die..."

Before Derek could finish speaking, he suddenly realized that Isolde, who had been dodging the explosion, had disappeared.

He felt a chill down his spine, turned around abruptly, and found that Isolde had suddenly leaped above him.

The moonlight froze her face, and her icy blue eyes made Derek feel that the person standing in front of him was not a humanoid creature, but some kind of ferocious beast.

Isolde's longsword slashed toward Derek's head, but the blade got stuck in the middle.

She released her hands, raised her back leg and spun in the air to gain momentum, kicking the hilt of the sword, making the cut go even deeper.

Derek unleashed a burst spell at close range, the explosion blasting both Isolde and him to the ground.

He scrambled to his feet, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement. "Isolde, keep struggling! How boring it would be if you just died like this!"

Isolde immediately adjusted her stance and charged at Derek again.

The two became entangled in a fierce fight.

Even though Isolde was seriously injured, she still forced Derek to use all his trump cards, with various spells and items constantly blocking Isolde's offensive.

Under the relentless bombardment of magic, Isolde's wounds multiplied.

But every time Isolde hits Derek, Derek's wounds heal rapidly, constantly draining Isolde's already dwindling strength.

As time went on, the scales of victory gradually tipped in Derek's favor.

Another burst of magic exploded beneath Isolde's feet. Exhausted, she couldn't dodge and could only block it with her sword, but was knocked to the ground.

Derek chuckled lightly. "Isolde, do you need me to let you rest for a while?"

Isolde leaned on her sword to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and said coldly, "You are too weak."

"what?"

Isolde turned and walked toward Loth under the tree, her back to Derek, and said, "To be honest, I'm disappointed. The Elven Scourge is nothing special."

She had mastered all of Derek's fighting styles and figured out his limits in this battle.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Derek frowned. "You can't hurt me in the slightest. If you keep fighting, you'll be the one who dies!"

Isolde ignored Derek behind her.

She walked over to Lott and quietly looked at his body.

Then, she knelt down in front of Lott and bent down to take the ring off Lott's hand.

The night breeze ruffled her white hair, and strands of hair fell down, obscuring Lotte's eyes.

"I'm sorry," Isolde whispered to Lot. "I promise you, I will avenge you."

Isolde put the ring on her hand and placed her sword in Loth's arms.

After doing all this, she stood up and looked at Derek in the distance, facing the wind.

Isolde let her white hair fly freely behind her, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Derek, I'll remember you."

Isolde's clear, cold voice pierced the night sky, spreading outwards:

"In the next reincarnation, I will personally cut off your head and hear your cries of agony."

Isolde raised her left hand and channeled magic into the self-destruct ring.

"I swear in the name of Isolde I will make you regret ever being born."

Upon hearing this, Derek froze on the spot, momentarily forgetting that he was the one who had the upper hand.

Coming to his senses, he felt a sudden pang of fear. He immediately used all his strength to try and kill Isolde with five spells.

But he couldn't stop Isolde.

In this chaotic world, the ring on Isolde's hand emitted a dazzling light.

All sound was completely silenced in an instant, and time seemed to stand still.

Under the moonlight, the flames stopped flickering, the leaves floated in mid-air, and Derek's outstretched hand was forcibly frozen.

In this silent, cold world, only Isolde's icy blue eyes were fixed on Derek.

A spark ignited from the center of the ring, and the energy was fully unleashed.

"BOOM!!"

Flames shot into the sky and spread wildly in all directions, completely engulfing Isolde and Lot.

The enormous mushroom cloud reflected on Derek's incredulous face; he hadn't expected Isolde to end her own life.

Because Isolde couldn't wait any longer.

She couldn't stand it for even a second.

[Isolde's death marks the beginning of a retrospective journey]

Isolde chooses to inherit the "Magic Stasis" talent and proceeds to the next deduction.

The world rewinds to 221 AD.

Chapter 71 Isolde seems to be taking special care of me, why?

Lotte returned to Orantis.

In his previous life, he lost consciousness after throwing away the necklace and had no idea what happened afterward.

He had no idea that Derek had fabricated a moving knightly tale for him, and that he had never done anything like that.

Lott wanted to see what new reaction Isolde would have so he could figure out how far Isolde had progressed in the previous life. But when he turned around, he found Isolde staring at him blankly.

As the sun rose, Isolde's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and her fair face was bathed in a soft glow in the dawn light, making her very beautiful.

She opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something to Lott, but she couldn't bring herself to speak.

"Isolde, what's wrong?"

Lotte's words made Isolde blink, snapping her out of her daze.

"Lotte, I'll get you some new equipment."

"Hmm? Changing equipment? But..."

Isol grabbed Loth's wrist and turned to walk towards the Lord's castle in Orantis.

The guards who had escaped death were terrified when they saw that the Scourge Isolde had returned. They retreated in fear and dared not stop Isolde.

The two walked to the armory, and Isolde glanced around casually, finding nothing there pleasing to her eye.