Brush up the favorability and turn the heroines into bosses

Thinking back to how Blacklett risked his life to protect her during the promotion ceremony, Weilin was still furious.

Now hearing the Duchess's threat again, Weilin, who had a bad temper, exploded immediately.

"Old woman? Hahahaha, it seems that you have forgotten who killed your mother and father. You also don't understand why I, Madam, have kept you alive until now."

The Duchess stared at Weilin with a forced smile, and the way she looked at Weilin was as if she was looking at a piece of meat on a plate.

The ominous aura that had turned into substance overflowed from behind the Duchess. The originally withered black flowers bloomed again, and a huge summoning spell appeared under the Duchess' feet.

Blacklett looked at the Duchess in front of him, and silently held the remaining two bottles of level six potions in his hands.

"You are not the first special elf half-blood. Your birth, your growth, and your current promotion ceremony were all specially arranged by me so that you can become stage six."

"I have been playing this game for hundreds of years, specifically cultivating a special elf hybrid like you, and then guiding a group of guys to advance in the 'Blessing Flower Show' ceremony. Your plans are completely the same."

"Have you never thought about this? Where did all those special elf half-bloods like you go? Why did the last batch of elf half-bloods all die? How stupid! You elf half-bloods are really just a bunch of bastards with a long lifespan. You are only fit to be my nutrients. And you are still trying to snatch toys from me?"

When Weilin heard the Duchess's words, she was naturally furious.

However, before she could open her mouth, Weilin felt her whole body go cold as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and a shadow of fear appeared in her eyes.

The sudden tremor swept across the entire city of Auckland. The ominous atmosphere covering the sky caused the temperature to plummet, and the buildings around the square collapsed under the violent shaking.

Not only Weilin, but also Blacklett, Baron Weiss, Silas, and everyone in the entire city of Auckland looked at the huge figure at the Duchess's feet.

A terrifying and huge blood-red figure was slowly emerging from the summoning spell under the Duchess' feet.

The first thing that caught the eye was the twisted spine covered with blood-red Command Spells. The sharp and small head looked like blood-sucking fangs, and there was only a dark fire of emptiness and despair in the empty eye sockets.

The four wings that covered an entire city block were emitting suffocating black air towards the collapsed buildings around them, and the air was filled with the stench of death.

It was a stage seven sub-dragon, or rather, a broken sub-dragon corpse with only the upper half of its body left.

"You tiny ant, do you understand your own stupidity now? You stupid bastards are just my food. Every eighteen years, you will repeat this scene."

Breathing in the delicious air of despair and fear, the Duchess looked down at Verin, a manic smile on her face.

Her lower body slowly merged into the dragon's corpse beneath her feet, and the Duchess's body began to be covered with the same ugly, scarlet blood-red stripes as those on the dragon's corpse.

In the end, only the Duchess's head was left outside, and Yalong's body had merged with the Duchess.

This is the ultimate purpose of the Duchess's plan.

She has been merging with the corpse of this stage seven Asian dragon for seven hundred years.

In order to allow this corpse to unleash the power of stage seven, the Duchess has been using the ritual of the "Blessing Flower Show" to absorb the life energy and magic of the elf half-bloods.

Now, seven hundred years later, the Duchess has finally accumulated enough magic power for the dragon's corpse and completed the fusion with it.

Without any effort or talent on her own, the Duchess directly usurped the seventh-stage demigod power and possessed the blood of a dragon.

"...Even so, I won't give in to you!"

Weilin's voice trembled a little, but she still raised her head stubbornly.

She is now the sixth-stage "Messenger of Blessing" and the hope of the elf half-bloods. Weilin will never back down.

"Haha? What a boring bastard. That's what they said too."

The Duchess looked down at Weilin with her gray eyes, and then a pile of undissolved corpses floated out of the transparent abdomen of the Asian dragon.

Those corpses all had the same light green hair and elf ears as Weilin, some of them were female, and some were male. There was no doubt that those corpses were all elf hybrids, and they were all "blessing messengers" at the sixth stage.

The "Blessing Messengers" in stage six possess enormous life energy and magic power, and they are the best nutrients for the corpses of Asian dragons.

"I will not kill you right away. I will take you into my body, then melt you bit by bit and absorb your magic power and life energy."

"You stupid bastards, do you really think that this lady doesn't understand your plan?"

"You in stage four are not even enough to fill my teeth. I prefer you in stage six. It doesn't matter if you interrupt the ceremony of the 'Blessing Flower Exhibition'. As long as I eat you, I can be fully resurrected."

The dragon corpse in the Duchess's lower body twisted its hind half, which seemed to be forced on and not very harmonious. The scales and skin on it had the same luster as a doll, and did not have the suffocating sense of oppression.

Even though her lower body is a prosthetic, the Duchess, who has merged with the body of the Asian dragon, still possesses the power of stage seven.

Stage seven, that is the demigod level.

Looking at the mutilated bodies of those stage six "Messengers of Blessing", Weilin bit her lip. Although she was still standing at this time, she couldn't help but feel deep despair in her heart.

There was no way she could defeat the Duchess in stage seven, and those corpses were proof of that.

At this moment, a voice came into her ears, accompanied by a large and warm palm.

"Weilin, I will stay with you."

Every time I get into trouble, this person always gives me warmth.

Weilin's eyes sparkled again as she looked at Heilite beside her.

Yes, she still has Blacklet with her.

Chapter 112 Be the Madam's Dog, Little Brother

The battle begins.

The Duchess who merged with the dragon's corpse possessed the magic power of stage seven, while Weilin on the other side possessed the power of stage six.

At this moment, Blacklett drank the second bottle of level six potion. Deer antlers grew on his forehead, and the druid's rune spells covered his entire body.

"It's useless. No matter how you attack, it's useless. A stage six cannot harm a stage seven demigod."

The Duchess endured the magic arrows shot by Weilin with ease and used her claws to tear apart the thorn spikes summoned by Blacklet.

Magic below level five could not cause any damage to her stage seven dragon corpse. The seemingly intensive attacks of Weilin and Heilite could not even shake a single dragon scale.

Since level 5 magic is useless, just use your full strength.

"Resurrect, guard."

Following Blacklet's call, the surrounding trees turned into tree-man guards more than three meters tall.

Level six magic, awakening the forest.

More than a dozen tree guards stood in front of Blacklet and Weilin like a wall, and the huge tree trunks formed a shield in front of the Duchess.

"The wind of nature."

The command seal of natural magic appeared on the back of Weilin's hand, and she made a gesture of drawing a bow in the air.

There was nothing in her hands originally, but now an elven bow taller than her body appeared. The green magic light condensed on Weilin's bowstring and turned into a huge arrow.

Level six magic, wind of nature.

"madness."

Looking down at Weilin and Helet who were still trying to resist her, the Duchess flapped her blood-red wings with disdain.

The moment the pair of blood-red wings spread, a terrible bloody wind swept towards Weilin and Heilite.

Almost instantly, the house turned into powder, the tree guards were crushed into sawdust, the magic-condensed longbow was directly wiped out, and Weilin and Blacklett fell to the ground as if they were hit by a hammer.

"Welin!"

Heilite hugged Weilin and used his body as a buffer.

Weilin had no time to react, and the next moment the two of them hit the ground heavily like falling meteorites.

"Blacklight!? Are you okay?"

Looking at the blood splattered on her body, Weilin knew that the blood was not hers, but Blacklett's.

Although Weilin herself also felt that several bones in her calves, waist, and arms were broken, she was more concerned about Heilite at this moment.

"..."

Blacklett did not answer Weilin immediately. He coughed up blood a few times, raised his trembling hand, took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking the potion, when the potion began to take effect, Blacklett finally recovered his breath.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Looking at Weilin with tears in her eyes, Hei Lai Te wiped her tears and struggled to stand up from the pit.

Looking up at the oppressive Duchess in mid-air, Helette's eyes were solemn.

He took out the last bottle of level six potion he had left, sucked it into the syringe, and hid it in his sleeve.

"We can't fight against the Duchess at stage seven with our current strength, but we still have a chance of winning if we use this level six potion."

Weilin was infected by Helett and her tears stopped.

"What is the effect of this potion?"

"exhausted."

Helett smiled.

Of the three potions he brewed, two were transformation potions for combat, and one was a potion to weaken the opponent.

The effect of the exhaustion potion is that it can burn the magic power in the opponent's body, destroying the opponent's magic veins so that he cannot use magic spells, and weakening the strength of the body.

"It's a pity that this is a level six potion. If it is used against the Duchess at the current stage seven, the effect will probably be greatly reduced."

"But potions are not magic. Even if the effect will be weakened, it will still be effective. It won't be as ineffective as our level six magic."

"The effect of the depletion potion will probably only last for three seconds in the Duchess' body. During this time, the Duchess' strength will be temporarily reduced to the level of stage six. This means that the Duchess must be dealt a fatal blow within three seconds."

It seemed like there was hope of winning, but Weilin couldn't be happy.

"Let me go, I'll stuff this potion into that disgusting guy."

However, Weilin's hand missed. Blacklet avoided Weilin's hand that tried to take the potion. He stroked Weilin's face and said gently, "You can't get close to the Duchess. Only I can go."

The antlers on Blacklet's forehead emitted a warm light, and branches wrapped around the antlers and then wrapped around the injured Weilin.

"Anyway, the effect of the Level 6 potion in my body is also fading. Weilin, you are the real Level 6. Your attack is enough to kill the Duchess."

"We have no other choice but to do this so that everyone can survive."

Weilin guessed what Blacklett would say, and she shook her head to express her disagreement.

Blacklett was involved in this battle because of her from the very beginning. Blacklett could have accepted the Duchess' invitation and had a high probability of survival. Blacklett was injured and bleeding in order to protect her.

Now, Hei Lai Te is actively approaching the Duchess for her. The Duchess has made no secret of her ill will towards Hei Lai Te, and Hei Lai Te will definitely be hurt.

But Weilin couldn't move at this time. The plants growing on the antlers of the Black Light Deer surrounded and tied her up. Those plants were healing her broken bones and restoring her magic power at the same time.