You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel?

The soldiers in front of Fafnya launched the first attack, shouting the name of King Elando as they charged towards her.

However, their swords and spears could not pierce the hard dragon scales, and even Valgard's swordsmanship was ineffective against Fafnya.

With a sweep of her dragon tail, Fafnya snapped the soldiers in front of her in half at the waist, blood gushing out.

Blood rained down on the faces of everyone present. They stared at Fafnya in her half-dragon form, their lips turning white with tension.

What kind of monster is this?

Fafnya used neither sword nor staff; she simply used her body to kill all the creatures that stood in her way.

They're practically like wild beasts.

"Don't panic!"

At this moment, the Elven Scourge Victor stepped forward and directed the allied forces to re-establish their formation. "Shieldbearers, hold the line! Mages and archers, launch the attack!"

The battle lines began to shrink again, and Fafnya was blocked by a Holy Shield user wielding a giant shield.

A barrage of magic and arrows rained down from the sky, exploding all around Fafnya.

She suddenly accelerated with a push of her left foot, like a dragon pouncing on its prey, and directly knocked down a Holy Shield Guardian at the very front of the line.

She stomped the Shieldbearer's head into the ground, held the shield in her left hand, and charged toward Ireneth at the very back of the group.

Large armies are very effective against massive dragons, but they are not very useful against the humanoid Fafnya.

Seeing this, Viktor used his magical whip to bind Fafnya's ankles, and magic formed a ring of spikes around Fafnya's ankles, preventing her from moving forward.

"I've got her! Cast the spell on her!"

Fafnya's shield could not withstand the barrage of magical missiles and arrows and shattered with a loud crash.

The moment the shield shattered, Fafnya took a step forward and lunged at Victor.

Upon seeing this, Viktor immediately activated his magic.

With each movement of Fafnya's left foot, magical spikes pierced her ankle, and she had to endure the excruciating pain of her body being torn apart.

But she didn't slow down at all; she ran as if she didn't feel the pain, and punched Victor in the face.

Viktor had never seen such a reckless fighting style before. He steadied himself and tried to counterattack, but Fafnya punched him in the face again and again, making his head buzz.

"help me!"

The nearest calamity dwarf, Barry, raised his warhammer, roared, and smashed it down on Fafnya's back.

"Boom!"

Fafnya withstood Barley's full-force attack. She paused for a moment, turned her head, and looked at Barley with her face splattered with Victor's blood and covered in dragon scales.

Barry glanced at the deformed warhammer, then at Fafnya, who was shrouded in shadow, and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Uh... I hope I didn't hurt you? Haha, I apologize."

What kind of monster is this?

Fafnya didn't lay a hand on Barry. Instead, she turned around and continued to punch Victor in the face, leaving him covered in blood.

The surrounding human calamities wanted to step forward to help, but Fafnya raised her head and glared at him, so he silently stopped and stayed where he was.

Fafnya addressed the hundreds of allied soldiers, saying, "Anyone who stands in my way, anyone who prevents me from saving Lot, I will kill them without hesitation. Even if I'm reduced to half a body, I will drag you down to hell with me."

What is the most effective way to fight a group fight?

It means beating someone to death, beating them until everyone is afraid, beating them until no one dares to be the next one.

Fafnya's ferocious, reckless fighting style instilled deep fear in the human alliance, who silently began to retreat.

Their agreement with the Primal Elves was to capture the dragon alive, and now that they've done that, there's no need for them to risk their lives for the Primal Elves.

The same applies to dwarves.

These primal spirits aren't even their people; it's completely not worth risking your life for them.

Only the elves continue to resist, protecting their faith.

Fafnya fought her way from the front lines to the rear, panting as she threw an elf archer to the ground. She only needed to rush over the wall of men to reach the primal elves.

But by then, Irene's magic had already reached its limit.

Irene turned to look at Fafnya, her eyebrows slightly raised, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Fafnia".

“I suddenly have an idea,” Elenas snapped her fingers. “You’re right, Noah is a lonely dragon. Why don’t you keep him company? I promise I’ll take good care of you.”

“I already said that,” Fafnya said, walking forward. “His name is Lott.”

“Is that so?” Elenas turned to look at Lot, who was lying on the ground. “Noah, get up.”

Fafnya stopped in her tracks, her purple eyes trembling as she stared at the rising dragon.

The dragon stood behind Irene, looking down at Fafnya.

Irene continued, "Miss Fafnya, either you become my subordinate, or I will have Noah take action against you."

Fafnya looked at Lot, who had lost consciousness, and suddenly chuckled softly.

“If you think I would kneel on the ground and weep over Lott’s departure, or even dare to lay a hand on Lott, then you are wrong.”

Fafnya stared at Irene, "I'll kill Lot first, then I'll kill you."

"Then give it a try."

Irene waved her hand, and the giant dragon behind her pounced on Fafnya.

Chapter 121 Reincarnation: Indelible Memories (4K)

How could this happen?

Fafnya felt like she was dreaming.

The dragon's fist slammed into Fafnya, and the resulting shockwave sent her flying into the air.

She landed on the ground and rolled several times before stopping.

She supported herself on the ground with her hands and stood up shakily.

In his purple eyes, he saw a giant dragon lunging towards him, clearly not intending to let him go.

If I don't fight back, I will be letting down Lotte's sacrifice.

If he were to fight back, he would then attack Lotte and might even kill Lotte himself.

This is contradictory.

Fafnya gasped for breath, two ideas clashing fiercely in her mind.

She kept telling herself that this was not Lott, that Lott was dead.

But whenever she looked into Lott's eyes, she would always remember how peaceful Lott looked when she held him as they slept the night before.

I'm sorry, Lott, I...

Fafnya bit her lip and blocked the dragon's fist with both hands.

She stepped back a great distance, her feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

Fafnya's attack landed on the dragon, which howled in pain, a sound that echoed in Fafnya's mind.

She began to attack the dragon, her expression growing increasingly cold.

She gradually forgot the pain, forgot everything, and forced herself not to think too much.

Anyway, this is a hypothetical world, anyway, everything can be started over, anyway, Lotte won't remember anything in the next life.

Kefafnya remembers.

She would remember Lott's screams of agony under her control, and she would remember that she had personally launched the attack on Lott.

The root of all this is that Lotte transformed into this form to lure out the primordial spirits, all for her own sake.

At that moment, she so wished that the world could erase people's memories.

Unfortunately, this cannot be done in the context of predicting the future.

She will carry this memory through countless cycles.

Fafnya didn't know how much time had passed.

In her human form, she is currently unable to defeat the dragon.

Her self-regeneration continuously repairs the wounds on her body.

“Excellent, excellent.” Elenas clapped her hands incessantly. “Miss Fafnya, your son Lot is truly remarkable. If I hadn’t told him to hold back, you would be dead by now.”

"Shut up."

"Are you angry?" Alynnis covered her mouth with her hand, her tone rising. "Isn't it a bit too cruel to make you attack your former comrades? You can give up resisting and become one of me. I might even let the two of you combine. The offspring of you two dragons might be even better experimental material."

Irene snapped her fingers. "God! This is a great idea! I'm a genius! Let's do it!"

Fafnya looked at Irene with a cold expression. She could no longer hear Irene's voice, but could only see Irene's lips moving.

How dare she?

Not only are they going to target Lott, but also Lott's children?

Fafnya's head tilted uncontrollably to one side, her eyes staring blankly at Irene, her mind filled with only one thought.

"Go to hell."

She slowly raised her right hand and activated the skill.

Fafnya's body was engulfed by the white light, the ground began to shake violently, and even the clouds in the sky fled.

Irene stared in disbelief at Fafnya's transformation, and instinctively took two steps back.

Beneath the sky, a pink dragon even larger than Lot appeared.

The oppressive feeling emanating from this dragon far surpassed that of Lotte; her mere presence was enough to inspire a desire to surrender.

After undergoing the transformation of [Rank Reversal], Fafnya's strength has greatly increased, and she now possesses an even stronger dragon body.

Her evolved scales are smoother and shimmer in the sun.

A massive shadow engulfed everything on the ground, and Fafnya, the giant dragon, roared at Irene, snapping several trees in half.

"How could this happen..."

Alynes felt things were going beyond her expectations. With one hand, she released a shield as thick as a city wall, and with the other hand, she cast a teleportation spell to prepare to escape.

"Noah, hold it off! Kill it!"

Fafnya grabbed the dragon, bit its neck, and pinned it to the ground.

She roared as she charged toward Alynnise's shield, her massive body crashing into it and shaking the entire forest.

Alynnis's shield cracked, but it was still within control.

“Fafnia, give up. You can’t kill me,” Elenes shouted. “Unless you’re a Legendary, you can’t break through my shield with your current strength.”

Fafnya rammed into the shield again and again, her head bleeding profusely, but she still couldn't break through the Primal Elf's magic.

The primal elves were very powerful; they were beyond the current strength of Fafnya.

Fafnya stared at Irene beneath the shield, her voice sending shivers down the spines of everyone on the ground.

"Aileness, you are about to die."

"Hmm, may I ask how I should die?"

"Roar--!!!"

Irene stopped in her tracks, tilting her head back to confirm the source of the sound.

This is a dragon's roar that does not belong to Fafnya or Lot.

This belongs to the third dragon.

She saw a small dark shadow appear in the sky. A few seconds later, the shadow grew larger and larger, and its shape became more and more familiar.

The people on the ground were thrown to the ground by the powerful air currents stirred up by the dragon in the sky. Humans and dwarves took advantage of the situation and began to retreat, no longer daring to stay there.

Only the elves managed to stay by Irene's side, trembling as they raised their weapons and aimed at the dragon in the sky.