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"Welin!"

When she realized that the power suppressing her suddenly weakened, Weilin also climbed up from the ground.

She poured all her magic power into drawing the magic longbow.

The arrow was aimed at the Duchess, who had merged with the dragon's body and was left with only a head, then turned into wind and hit the Duchess's head.

Chapter 114 The Coming of God

Weilin fired her full-strength shot, which was filled with guilt towards Helet and hatred for the Duchess.

Three seconds is just a moment, but it is enough for the arrow to hit the target.

When the laughing Duchess noticed the arrow, it had already flown to her forehead.

"Pfft..."

Blood splattered as the magic arrow pierced most of the Duchess's head.

The huge body of the Asian dragon fell like a collapsed building, crushing the roofs within hundreds of meters. The ground of the entire Auckland city once again echoed with violent vibrations.

However, at this moment, Weilin didn't care about the Duchess at all. Her eyes were fixed on a figure that fell out of the mouth of the Asian dragon's corpse.

"Hei Lai Te! Hei Lai Te Hei Lai Te Hei Lai Te..."

Weilin kept calling out Blacklet's name. She used her remaining magic power to leap into the air and stretched out her hands to catch the broken body.

When Weilin finally hugged the man she loved, she used healing magic without a moment's hesitation.

Rays of magical light flashed across Black Light's body. The wounds on Black Light's body gradually stopped bleeding and his body temperature slowly recovered.

Under Weilin's nervous gaze, Heilite slowly opened his eyes. He stretched out his mutilated hand and gently stroked the cheek of the beautiful elf girl.

"Well done, Verin."

Hearing Heilite's praise, Weilin burst into tears.

With snot and tears all over her face, Weilin lay in Blacklett's arms, looking like a cat that thought it was abandoned.

Stroking Weilin's head, Blacklett gently comforted the elven girl in front of him. The Duchess's Asian dragon body lying limp on the ruins became the background behind them.

"It's okay, it's over. My body is fine, I can just drink the potion and it will heal."

"We can now live peacefully. I hope the pharmacy is not crushed."

"You don't have to worry about the Duchess anymore. You don't have to worry about the safety of your compatriots, Weilin. We can all live a normal life. Hehehe, I don't have to pay back the debt I owe to the Duchess."

After hearing Blacklett's nonsense, Weilin burst into laughter.

Pulling Blacklett's sleeve to wipe her face, Weilin lay on Blacklett's chest.

She tilted her face to the side, looked up at this man with admiration, the man who almost lost his life for her.

"You bastard, I want to give birth to a baby for you."

"Uh? Ahem, would Silas agree?"

"If he dares to disagree, I will beat him to death, this ungrateful thing."

"So you half-elfs can intermarry with humans? Aren't you afraid of weakening your elven bloodline?"

"Hehe, Blacklett, you are a master of potions, a natural genius of potions, how could your bloodline be weakened? Even if it is weakened, it is only your potion body that is weakened."

"That's true, but you're at stage six now, and I'm still at stage four. I'm worried that people will gossip about me."

"Don't worry, no one has the guts to do that. The sixth stage of the elf hybrid is equivalent to the high priest. 'Blessing Messenger' is just the name of the high priest during the 'Blessing Flower Show'."

Weilin turned around and climbed up on Heilite's body. She sat on Heilite's chest, put her hands on her hips, and looked very powerful.

"The high priest is a position that can manage many elf half-bloods. I am the only high priest in this territory where we are."

"So all the half-elves in this territory will obey my wishes. If I do a good job as the high priest, more half-elves will come."

"It's just that I'm very tired. I don't want to be a high priest. I just want to live a good life with you, Hei Lai Te. Why don't you just give the position of high priest to that useless brother? I will be responsible for giving birth to a child for you, the stinky guy."

At this time, Weilin also began to fantasize about the wonderful life she and Heilite would have, but the vibrations and the sound of rocks colliding behind her were very noisy.

When Weilin turned her head and looked behind her, she saw an unbelievable scene.

The Duchess, who had lost half of her head, was twisting her body to look at her and Blacklett, and the body of the Asian dragon that had fallen to the ground began to move again.

"Eat you, I will eat you, bastard! A bastard like you actually hurt me, but it's a pity that although this sub-dragon body only has the head and spine, it also has the blood of a dragon. This lady will not be killed by a bastard ant like you! And you! Blacklett, you deserve to die too!"

Letting out a eerie and hoarse voice as if returning from hell, the Duchess controlled the dragon corpse beneath her and used the claws on its huge, blood-red and broken wings to grab at Weilin and Helett.

Faced with the Duchess who was still breathing, the two were completely powerless to resist.

Blacklet and Weilin were caught by the Duchess. The terrifying force instantly crushed their bones. They were lifted high up, and just as they were about to be thrown into the open bloody mouth of the Asian dragon's corpse, several spells hit the Duchess.

"Monster, put down Blacklet and my sister!"

It was Silas, and behind him were the half-elf rebels.

They now used all their magic to attack the Duchess, even though their magic power was only at stage three, or at most stage four.

However, after witnessing Blacklet's previous efforts and seeing Stage 6 Weilin severely inflict damage on Stage 7 Duchess, how could they just stand by and watch?

"And me, Duchess, if you want to destroy the city of Oakland, you must first kill me, the guardian of Oakland!"

Baron Weiss also stood up, with the Templar Knights behind him.

They had previously been fighting with Silas and the half-elf rebels, but now they had understood who the real enemy was.

Baron Weiss, who was leading the charge, rushed towards the Duchess first, and his body, strengthened by magic, slammed heavily into the corpse of Asian dragon.

Unfortunately, these are all useless.

The Duchess simply flapped her blood-red wings and easily blew them away.

"Stupid ants, I'll deal with you later."

After driving away the annoying flies, the Duchess once again put the Black Light and Weilin in her hands into her mouth.

This time the Duchess didn't plan to say any more. She just wanted to eat Weilin to replenish her magic power and vitality. Black Light was just a gift to vent her anger.

Seeing that the situation that seemed to lead to his inevitable death, Hei Lai Te said goodbye to Weilin.

"Sorry Weilin, it seems we can't have children..."

Weilin had already prepared herself mentally to die with Heilite, but when she heard what Heilite said, she immediately shook her head.

She shook her head at Hei Lai Te, although Weilin didn't know what other options Hei Lai Te had at this time.

But as long as Heilite says there is a way, there must be a way, but the price is also obvious.

"No, no Blacklet! No..."

Giving Weilin a smile in return, Blacklet closed his eyes.

He used the Command Seal, the Command Seal he was born with.

When an ancient command seal that had never been seen before appeared on the back of Black Light's hand, Black Light's life breath disappeared, and under Weilin's heartbroken gaze, Black Light's body turned into a column of light.

Blacklet disappeared, but in his place emerged from the pillar of light as "God".

Phase eight: “Sigma” arrives.

"Giant dragon!?"

The Duchess looked up at the dark figure above her head that was dozens of times larger than her. She had stopped thinking at this moment.

It took her over seven hundred years to fuse with a sub-dragon corpse and become a "pseudo" stage seven "Omiclon".

However, what appeared before her at this moment was a giant dragon, a real dragon.

"Heilite?"

Unlike the Duchess, Weilin felt a sense of déjà vu when she saw the giant black dragon appearing above her head.

Unexpectedly, Weilin felt no fear at all when facing the giant black dragon. She only sensed the breath of Black Light from the dragon's breath.

Especially when the giant black dragon crushed the Duchess's dragon head with its claws and sent her lightly away, the look in its eyes when it looked at her was that of Blacklet.

Then, terrifying dragon breath spurted out from the dark dragon's mouth.

The Duchess's head, which was pressed to the ground by the pitch-black dragon, and the dragon's body beneath her turned into nothingness, along with the Duchess's mansion not far away.

When everything was over, the dark dragon just disappeared.

[Last scene: The dark clouds of death that had enveloped the city of Oakland dissipated, and light once again illuminated the entire city, but Weilin still stood in the shadows.]

[This simulation ends...]

Chapter 115: Angus

This ancient castle is located deep in the mountains. Although it is old, it is quite clean.

From the portraits and antique armor hanging on the walls, as well as the period furnishings around it, it can be seen that this castle has a history of at least four hundred years.

In this building that can be called a cultural relic, the old man lying on the luxurious bed in the master bedroom slowly opened his eyes.

"Lord Angus, are you awake?"

Rebecca, who was dressed neatly, looked at the old man in front of her. There was an impeccable smile on her beautiful face, and her magnetic voice sounded like a song from a record.

Noticing that the old man, who looked as rotten as a piece of wood, was trying to sit up, Rebecca stepped forward and placed a pillow on his back.

Panting and leaning against the head of the bed, the old man turned his head to look at the gloomy sky outside the window. Then he looked at his thin body and took off the mask on his face.

"I lost my backup body, didn't I, Rebecca?"

There seemed to be dust mixed in Angus's voice.

Losing the container again and again made Angesi a little irritated.

If he wasn't having difficulty breathing at this moment, he would probably have made some violent physical movements.

"Yes, Lord Angus, you have lost your spare body, and now you have returned to your original body."

Rebecca nodded in response to Angos' question. Her calm and pleasant voice sounded so sharp and sarcastic in Angos' ears.

Ontology, it seemed that Angos had already forgotten this word.

He had been trying to break free from the constraints, or imprisonment, of this body and free his soul, but in the end he was saved by this body which was still lingering on.