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 transformed 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 to make sure Derek wouldn't break free. Then she bent down, her face cold, and began punching Derek in the face repeatedly.

To deal with elves, you have to fight them 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 and deliberately faced the sword with his left shoulder, using 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, and 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 that 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.

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

"While you were fighting Sionstow, I had a pleasant conversation with him. I wanted him to join the elves, to betray you, but he firmly chose you."

“I trampled him under my feet and watched him struggle. 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 that, 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 cut you to pieces.' I really want you to hear his touching speech back then; 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, was nowhere to be seen.

He felt a chill on his back, 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 sword hilt and making the cut go even deeper.

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

He scrambled to his feet, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement. "Isolde, keep struggling! It would be such a boring thing to die like this!"

Isolde immediately adjusted her posture and charged at Derek again.

The two became entangled in a struggle.

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

Under the barrage of magic, Isolde's wounds multiplied.

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

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 Zwynstein's physique was so strong that he could barely move. He was a man of great talent and ability.

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're too weak."

"what?"

Isolde turned and walked toward Lotte under the tree. With her back to Derek, she said, "To be honest, I'm disappointed. The Elven Catastrophe 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. Keep fighting, and you'll be the one who dies!"

Isolde ignored Derek behind her.

She walked to Lott's side and quietly looked at his body.

Then, she knelt down in front of Lott and took the ring off his hand.

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

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

Isolde put the ring on her own hand and placed her sword in Lot'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, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.

"Derek, I'll remember you."

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

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

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 into this world.”

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 completely detonated.

"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 bear it for even a second.

[Isolde's death sends the world back in time]

Isolde chooses to inherit the "Magic Stagnation" talent and proceed to the next deduction.

The world rewinds to 221 AD.

Chapter 71 Isolde seems to be paying special attention to 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 was completely unaware that Derek had fabricated a poignant knightly tale for him, something he had never done.

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 the disaster, were so frightened by the return of Isolde that they retreated repeatedly, not daring to stop her at all.

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

She suddenly remembered that there was a natural disaster underground.

Before several rewinds, Isolde used a sacrificial ritual array to absorb the dragon's life force. When she left, she was blocked by two human calamities, Uchi and the red-haired man. The red-haired man is still underground.

So Isolde took Lot back underground, back to the room where the sacrificial ceremony was held.

Uchi was completely dead; only the red-haired man was still resting in the corridor.

The thumping of Isolde's boots echoed through the corridor like the low growl of some wild beast.

The red-haired man, who was recovering, had a bad feeling when he saw Isolde walk in with a cold face.

Is Isolde going to back out and kill him?

Isolde walked up to the red-haired man and unceremoniously extended her hand: "Hand over your sword and take off your armor."

The red-haired man was taken aback. "Huh? You broke my sword, and you can't wear my armor anymore. What do you want with it?"

Isolde frowned, forgetting that she had broken the red-haired man's sword with a single strike.

The red-haired man immediately understood what was going on when he saw Lotte following behind Isolde.

Isolde is now the most powerful natural disaster for humanity, and getting on her good side is better than anything else.

The red-haired man said, "It's for your little boyfriend, right? I'll go back and get the sword now, and also get him a new set of armor."

Isolde, her face cold, pressed her sword against the red-haired man's shoulder. "Say that again?"

"Look at my memory, I forgot you told me not to say it in front of him. My fault, my fault."

Isolde wanted nothing more than to kill the red-haired man with a single sword stroke.

Isn't this explanation even worse?!

But since she still needed his help, Isolde held back.

When the red-haired man walked up to Lot, he put his arm around Lot's neck and whispered in his ear, "Brother, you're something else. I thought Isolde was a goddess, always indifferent to others, but I never expected her to be so attentive to you..."

A sword was thrust between the red-haired man and Lott, slashing the red-haired man's cheek.

The red-haired man's shoulders twitched; he was completely unaware of Isolde's murderous intent.

"Um... I'll go first. You guys wait for me at the city gate. I'll be there soon."

The red-haired man ran off in a flash, leaving Lotte standing there.

Isolde, standing behind him, said, "Don't spend too much time with him, lest you become as stupid as him. You don't need to listen to what he says."

Lotte looked at the sword still on his shoulder and was forced to nod.

Isolde sheathed her sword and walked towards the city gate with Lotte.

"Isolde, why are you changing my equipment?"

"There's something I want to ask you."

Isolde handed the Tears of Alfheim to Lot, saying, "Afterwards, I want you to come with me to the Elven lands to fight a calamity named Derek. He never leaves the Tree of Lydria, so I need to lure him out."

"How do I seduce her?"