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Instead of using potion on Weilin, Blacklett used this method to heal her. Obviously, he had anticipated that Weilin would object, so he temporarily made Weilin unable to move.

Weilin tried to struggle and tear off the healing plants on her body, but how could the magic released by Blacklett, which had almost exhausted all of his magic power, be easily interrupted?

Looking at Blacklett whose antlers were broken and whose aura of level six magic power was gradually fading, Weilin bit her lip and shook her head desperately at Blacklett, trying to stop him.

"Velin, you have to focus, don't let your mind wander. You have to focus on seizing the critical three seconds of weakness. As long as you can kill the Duchess, I can recover from any injuries I suffer with potions, so don't let your mind wander."

After giving Weilin a final hug, Heilite stood up and walked without hesitation towards the Duchess who was watching them from a distance.

Weilin looked at Heilite's back, and bitter tears blurred the whole world in her eyes.

She was deeply aware of her own weakness, and her guilt towards Blacklett grew deeper. Silas kept telling Weilin that she was the savior of her compatriots.

But Weilin couldn't even protect the person she loved the most at this time, and even let the other person get hurt because of her.

What kind of savior is she? Without Helet, she can't save anyone, including herself.

"Oh? Little guy, do you finally understand how good your sister is? Or are you too young? You treat a bastard girl like that as a treasure."

The Duchess looked down at Helett who was walking towards her. She had just seen what Helett and Weilin were talking about.

But she didn't stop it because that was what she wanted to see.

Now seeing Blacklet walking towards her and Verin staying where she was, the Duchess was in a good mood.

She actually didn't care about Hewlett, although Hewlett was indeed handsome and wise, and the hardships he experienced in his youth made him mature like an old wise man, but these were not what the Duchess cared about.

What the Duchess cared about was Helett's resistance to her.

She has played with many young men, and almost all of them are willing and eager to spend a wonderful night with her.

But Helette was unwilling, as if she was used to others' obedience, and suddenly saw someone who disobeyed her. This immediately aroused the Duchess's interest, and what she couldn't get was the best.

However, even such a person as Blacklett had unknowingly become very close to an elf-half-blood girl.

Although Heilite was not a little toy that the Duchess cared about very much, otherwise the Duchess would have forced herself on Heilite long ago, but he was still a little man that the Duchess was somewhat interested in.

Now Blacklet was snatched away by the girl he regarded as a bastard? And the girl was raised and bred by him?

This made the Duchess very unhappy. As a woman, she seemed to have lost to a mixed-race girl?

She had also sent an invitation letter to Heilet before, and was willing to spare Heilet's life and protect his safety. This was also the last chance the Duchess gave Heilet.

If Blacklet responded to her and was willing to leave Weilin behind, the Duchess would not mind sparing his life. However, Blacklet would suffer a little as a punishment for betraying her and being seduced by a bastard.

Unfortunately, Hei Lai Te did not reply. Hei Lai Te rejected her and rejected himself who possessed the power of demigod.

"Duchess, I hope you can let Weilin go, then I will obey you."

Surrendering to me now? Isn't it too late? Even wanting to beg for mercy for that bastard?

Looking down at Helett who was bowing his head and begging her, the Duchess's blood-lined face showed a bright smile.

Chapter 113 Sorry, Ugly Rejection

Looking up at the sky above their heads and seeing the Duchess merging with the body of Asian dragon, the people of Oakland City recalled an existence that was originally very far away from them.

That is stage eight, the being with the title of "Sigma".

"Sigma" also has a simpler and easier to understand name: God.

The "Goddess of the Holy Seal" believed in by the Holy Church is real, and the stage eight "Sigma" is the rank of God.

The seventh stage, “Omicron”, is just below God, transcending the limits of what humans can achieve and becoming a demigod.

Legend has it that above stage eight "Sigma" is stage nine "Omega".

In the eyes of the Duchess, everyone in Auckland City is an ant. No matter they are nobles or half-elfs, they are all trembling with fear in their hearts.

After all, the image of the Duchess has nothing to do with kindness, goodness, or brightness.

The words that the Duchess had said to Weilin earlier were naturally heard by Baron Weiss and Silas. When they saw that Blacklet and Weilin were easily defeated, everyone was mentally prepared to be treated to a feast by the Duchess.

However, at this moment, a young man appeared in front of the huge, smelly figure of the Duchess.

Is that hope? No one knows.

"If you intend to submit to me, then go chop off the hand of that bastard behind you."

The Duchess' voice still retained its original charm, but the words she uttered were chilling.

"I refuse. I won't do it." Heilite shook his head.

This made the Duchess a little confused. Shouldn't Blacklet be willing to cut off one of Weilin's hands in order to save her life?

What? Is Heilite rebellious or does he not see the situation clearly? Does he not know his own situation?

"Haha, you resist me like this, aren't you afraid that this lady will kill that bastard in front of you?"

"you will not."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because you are not a true 'Omicron' yet. Although you have reached the seventh stage, your magic power is not stable."

Helette sat on the ground very relaxedly, looking up at the Duchess above his head.

His tone was firm, without a trace of hesitation or doubt, which made people believe that what he said was the truth.

In fact, this was indeed the case. The Duchess's slightly changed expression said it all.

"After all, you are parasitic on a broken and dead body, so you didn't attack us very fiercely. So you need to eat Weilin, you can't kill her, it would be a waste to kill her."

"You must put Weilin into the container in your stomach just like the previous stage six 'blessing messengers'. After absorbing Weilin's magic power and life energy, you can temporarily stabilize your body."

"The natural magic and longevity energy of the elf hybrid is exactly what your dragon corpse needs. There is only one Stage 6 in Oakland right now, Weilin, so you won't kill her."

The Duchess' smile disappeared as she looked down at the young man in front of her.

Only at this moment did she realize that the person who was truly hateful was not Weilin, but the young man in front of her whom she had always regarded as a pet.

"Then I want you to tear off one of your legs."

The Duchess changed her terms.

She couldn't refute Blacklet, nor could she find an excuse to refute.

Then there is no need to pretend. The Duchess has already decided how Blacklett will die.

"Ok, I see."

Hei Lai Te nodded, grabbed his arm and pulled it without changing his expression. At this time, the effect of the sixth-level potion was still taking effect.

With a "slurp" sound, Blacklett tore his arm off.

At this time, Heilite himself had not yet uttered any screams of pain, but behind him he could hear Weilin's heart-wrenching cries.

"Heilite..."

Weilin finally broke free from the healing plant on her body, and she stumbled towards Blacklett.

However, the Duchess only shook her blood-red wings slightly, causing Weilin to fall to the ground instantly, unable to move.

"It's okay, Weilin. Leave it to me. I will keep you alive, and keep everyone alive."

Blacklett turned his head and gave Weilin a smile, then casually placed his arms in front of him.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Duchess?"

"What do you want next? My other leg? I'll tear it off for you now?"

...?

The Duchess felt that she had no sense of participation at all.

She was clearly the one giving orders to Hei Lai Te, but it seemed as if Hei Lai Te was instructing her on how to give orders? Did Hei Lai Te become her master? Whenever Hei Lai Te begged her or screamed, she would feel better.

But now, looking at Blacklett who remained calm, the Duchess felt unhappy and had no fun at all.

However, the Duchess glanced at Weilin who was still struggling not far away, and then looked at Helet in front of her, and she had an idea.

"I don't need your legs anymore. I want you to throw away all the potions on you."

Hearing the Duchess' request, Helette was stunned.

Looking at the Duchess whose eyes kept scanning Weilin, he understood.

But this was exactly what Blacklet wanted.

"it is good."

Blacklett took out the potions one by one and placed them at his feet.

"Take off your clothes. I want to make sure you don't have any weird potions hidden."

The Duchess was not satisfied.

"I see."

Black Light began to take off his clothes. At this time, he took the opportunity to pierce the needle on his sleeve into his body, and then discarded the potion needle while taking off his clothes.

Looking at Helette, who had taken off all his clothes and was left with only a pair of shorts, the Duchess nodded.

"Very good, very good, that's good! That's good!"

Then, the potion in front of Blacklett was crushed by the bloody wind sprayed out by the corpse dragon under the Duchess.

Bottles of potions just evaporated and dissipated.

After the Duchess confirmed once again that there was no poison in Black Light's potions and that Black Light did not hide any potions on his body, the body of the Asian dragon under her slowly landed in front of Black Light.

A terrible sense of oppression emanated from the body of the stage seven dragon, as if it could crush the bones, causing Blacklett's body to crawl uncontrollably on the ground.

Looking down at Blacklet in front of her, the Duchess let out a crazy and twisted laugh.

"Idiot! I'm going to eat you! I'm going to chew your body into pieces, leaving you half dead, and then swallow you into my stomach. I'll also swallow that bastard girl over there whole."

"This way you can be reunited in my belly! The bastard girl won't die quickly, she will stay with the pieces of your body!"

"Ants! You stupid ants, repent in my stomach. Repent for not committing suicide and for not being able to die happily!"

The head of the Asian dragon's corpse bit Blacklet and threw it into its mouth.

The next moment, the sound of bones and flesh being crushed came from the huge mouth that emitted the stench of a corpse.

At the same time, there was the voice of Helett calling Weilin.