You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel

The dragon stood up on its hind legs, holding a giant sword, and looked down at Sionsto.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, as if everything had been frozen in time.

Then, a disdainful snort echoed throughout the world from a giant dragon.

[Strengthen] [Uphold the Oath]

Lotte's body was enhanced by magic, and he swung the enlarged [Isolde Blade] in his hand, using the power enhanced by [Oath Keeper] to slash at Sionstow, who was still confused about the situation.

Under the massive blade, a shocking deep gash was slashed into Sionston's enormous body, and it was also thrown to the ground by the powerful impact.

Sinstow quickly used the last remaining root to absorb nutrients and rapidly recover his body.

It tried to get up, but Lotte stepped on it, immobilizing it.

A giant magic circle as long as his body appeared behind Lot, from which countless flaming arrows shot out, aiming at Sensto and hundreds of small tree spirits on the ground.

Senesto, terrified of the flames, struggled desperately, but it was too late.

A barrage of fiery arrows rained down, engulfing the forest clearing in flames and burning the small tree spirit to ashes.

Lotte's Fire Arrow proficiency on his panel is rapidly increasing, reaching Lv.3, which provides him with 3 attribute points.

Sinstow screamed in agony as he struggled to his feet.

It knew that it could not outrun the winged dragon no matter what, and its only chance of survival was to fight the dragon.

But it had no idea what awaited it.

It will face a giant dragon that can use magic and wield dragon-slaying swordsmanship.

The dragon pulled its right leg back, assuming the stance of the Valgard Swordsmanship.

This time, Lotte's weapon is no longer a crudely made tree trunk, but the [Blade of Isolde].

……

Outside the city of Ridria.

Derek, who was about to abandon his plan, suddenly heard a very loud and violent noise coming from afar.

Even though Sinstow was far from Ridria, Derek could still feel the shockwaves of battle hitting his face.

Then, the loud noises continued, growing louder and faster.

Derek felt like it was two ferocious beasts fighting.

Without a doubt, Isolde is still there!

The brief lull just now was probably caused by Isolde retreating to rest and resupply.

It seems Isolde is weaker than I thought!

Derek immediately turned around and ran towards Sinstow. His hesitation had cost him some time; he needed to get to Isolde's side as soon as possible to finish her off after she was seriously injured.

The lights of Ridria City behind him grew dimmer, and he and his guards had already left the protection zone of the Ridria Tree.

"Pfft."

In the darkness, the sound of his companion falling to the ground was particularly jarring.

Derek turned around in confusion and found an elven guard lying on the ground behind him, his head rolling into the elven wheat field beside him.

Ok?

"Pfft."

One after another, thuds of falling to the ground rang out, and a circle of elven guards' corpses lay around Derek.

He stood there, stunned, completely unaware of who had done it.

Realizing something was wrong, Derek tried to escape back to Ridria, but he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing behind him.

He slowly turned around and, in the pale moonlight, saw a white-haired girl with blood still on her face standing behind him.

The girl's cloak and long hair billowed to one side in the wind, and her icy blue eyes, like two sharp blades, pierced Derek's chest.

Her face was incredibly gloomy, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Isolde!

Derek didn't dare to breathe. He stood there, stunned, unable to believe that Isolde would appear in this place.

Who was fighting Sionsto?

"Derek."

In the deathly silence, the sound of Isolde's boots hitting the ground slowly rose, gradually pounding into Derek's heart.

"I'm glad about something right now."

Derek secretly cast a spell, using a mind control spell to try and distract Isolde, giving him time to escape.

Isolde tilted her head slightly. Possessing the talent of [Magic Stasis], she sensed the presence of mind control and used her Lv.5 purification spell to directly dispel it.

Derek's eyes widened in disbelief that Isolde hadn't been disturbed.

He could no longer hold his ground and turned to run away.

But Isolde had already flashed in front of him, her longsword already at his neck.

Those utterly cold eyes froze Derek in place. Isolde, her face grim, said, word by word:

"Fortunately, you weren't so easy to kill."

Derek's healing factor became his instrument of torture at this moment.

Chapter 76 Two People Under the Same Starry Sky

Under the same starry sky, two battles are raging simultaneously.

Derek was struck in the shoulder by Isolde's sword. The powerful blow was too much for him to bear, and he fell to his knees.

He opened his mouth, trying to vent his pain, but Isolde spun around and kicked him in the chin, forcibly silencing him.

Kicked into the air, he was met with Isolde's second slash, the sword striking his abdomen and tearing him in two at the waist.

With only half his body remaining, Derek rolled several times on the ground before stopping. Unable to express his pain, he could only let the tears of fear flow from the corners of his eyes.

He lay on the ground, dragging half his body, crawling towards the city of Ridria.

Dark green magic enveloped his lower body, and the powerful regenerative ability allowed his lower body to grow back. He quickly stood up, ready to escape, and turned back to cast a spell at Isolde, attempting to interfere with Isolde's pursuit.

But just as his right hand drew a magic circle in the air, a flash of white light appeared, and the sword severed his finger.

If it grows longer, cut it down again; if it grows longer, cut it down again.

Derek didn't even have time to cast the spell.

"Isolde! If you're so capable, make me cast a spell!"

Isolde didn't waste any words with him, and directly plunged her longsword into his mouth, piercing through his skull.

Blood splattered onto Isolde's face, and she used her left hand to shield herself from the filthy blood.

Derek's lips moved, and a blinding light shone from beneath his feet.

This was his explosive magic; he was trying to create distance between them using a method similar to self-destruction. Only by creating distance could he fight back.

But Isolde did not retreat at all.

She reached out her right hand, grabbed Derek by the neck, pressed him to the ground, and finally stomped on his chest, forcing his body to face the exploding magic from the ground.

"Boom!"

The explosion ripped Derek's body to pieces, and his head was blown into the air.

Derek was secretly delighted, finally escaping Isolde's control.

As long as he has enough magic power, he will not be killed, and he can be fully restored even if only his head remains.

Before he could even feel happy, Isolde grabbed his head and slammed him to the ground.

"Isolde! I didn't do anything, why did you try to kill me right away!"

Derek raised his eyes and looked down at Isolde, whose face was gloomy.

“I told you,” Isolde said, pointing her sword at Derek’s head, “I will cut off your head with my own hands and hear your screams with my own ears. I will make you regret ever being born.”

Derek was stunned; he didn't understand why Isolde was so angry.

But the harsh reality was right in front of him: the mighty elven Scourge was nothing but a head in front of Isolde, unable to even use magic, and could only be beaten one-sidedly.

"Isolde, stop, stop! Listen to me carefully. I can provide you with the location and information of all the elven Scourges. Don't you want to kill them? Don't you want to devour the Scourges step by step and eventually challenge the dragon Callistos?"

Derek's body began to regenerate uncontrollably, and Isolde would immediately cut it off as soon as it grew back.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

The pain contorted Derek's face. He reached out his newly grown hand and grabbed Isolde's hair. "Don't cut it anymore, please... I'll tell you anything you want to know, I can be your inside man..."

Isolde swung her sword and severed Derek's hand. She then picked up a strand of hair that Derek had just grabbed and cut it off with her sword.

As strands of white hair fell one by one, Derek heard words of despair.

"Derek, I want you dead. For Lott's sake, I want you dead too."