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"Yulian!"
A golden light flashed by! Frieren, who had been hiding within the Continental Magic Association, suddenly felt the breath she had been holding release. She couldn't help but lean out to look at the emerald-green light suddenly erupting in the sky!
"Was it Mr. Yulian who saved us?" Fern watched as the Undead searching for her and Frieren turned into ash and dissipated into the air, and they did not resurrect again.
After breathing a sigh of relief, she followed Frieren's gaze toward the direction where Yulian was flying—toward Schlacht's location outside the Imperial Capital.
"It's no use!" "We can't hold out any longer!"
The barrier finally shattered! Amidst the whistling wind and piercing screams, countless black monsters dove down from the sky toward the palace! The Undead army had finally breached the palace barrier!
The slaughter of the final survivors within the palace began! It didn't matter if you were a Duke, an Earl, a Princess, or a Prince. It didn't matter if you were a servant, a soldier, or a mage. In the eyes of the Undead, everyone was merely a defenseless lamb waiting to be slaughtered!
Even with weapons made of Magic-Nullifying Crystal, only the Magic Special Forces could barely hold the palace gates! The palace was in utter shambles! Slaughter and the fires of war filled this once-supreme seat of the Empire!
"Protect yourselves." Serie stood up in silence. Her sharp gaze swept over the bloody battle between the Magic Special Forces and the Undead outside the hall. She then glanced at the Emperor, who was entering a secret passage under the guard of Macht and several Magic Special Forces members.
She decisively rejected the Emperor's invitation to flee and walked toward the outside of the hall. "I don't care for mere small fry like these." Serie curled her lips into a cold smile. She raised her delicate hand toward the Undead continuously swarming the Magic Special Forces in the sky.
It was at that moment! Countless golden lights pierced through the air! Before anyone could react, or rather, while everyone was so stunned they couldn't move, the lights violently pierced through the bodies of the Undead!
The Undead army, which had been incredibly difficult to deal with and driven by bloodthirsty slaughter, was completely finished off by those hundreds and thousands of golden shards!
"Yulian..." Serie was stunned for a moment. Then, looking at the emerald-green light rising into the sky from the distance, carrying vitality and hope, she let a beautiful smile play on her lips. "Nicely done, little Yulian."
The words had just left her lips when Serie didn't hesitate for a second! She immediately set off, transforming into a golden meteor to chase after Yulian! The time for the final battle was likely at hand.
The purple-hued beam of light stopped expanding. It seemed to have reached some kind of limit. This likely meant that Schlacht's goal had already been achieved.
An ominous premonition filled everyone's minds. Within the dark clouds connected by that purple beam, there seemed to exist something of great terror!
"Let's go!" Approaching the Imperial Capital, Flenna froze for a moment as she saw the sudden golden light instantly wipe out the Undead army chasing them. After seeing Yulian charging out from the ruins, she didn't hesitate to lead the remaining demons to follow him!
Even though the road ahead was uncertain, she still chose to follow Yulian! She wanted to offer her own meager strength to him! Countless meteors in the sky converged toward the place carrying the ominous aura!
It was at this time that the allied forces of the nobles from all over the Imperial Capital finally arrived at the devastated city. "What on earth happened here..." The knights carefully scouted the capital, which had been reduced to scorched ruins. Under the instructions of the nobles, the army slowly approached the palace.
Strange incantations rapidly emerged from the mouth of Schlacht, who had completely turned into an Undead monster in the sky. He looked somewhat urgent.
Beneath the sky, demons of all sizes gathered: Linie, Rivale, Revolte, Grausam, and others. They still possessed a flicker of sanity. It was unclear if Schlacht did this on purpose or if they were still barely resisting the erosion of the Undead aura. In short, they now stood in Yulian's way.
The emerald-green light crashed down from the horizon. Looking at the demons before him, Yulian's expression changed slightly.
"Your Majesty..." Linie watched Yulian's appearance. The little girl, who had been somewhat delirious, suddenly regained a spark of consciousness.
"Linie..." Yulian's lips moved slightly. He looked at Schlacht in the sky, and then at the path ahead. The Hero's Sword urged Yulian to continue forward! But the path was blocked by the demons!
Only...
"Your Majesty, please kill us..." Linie's voice was trembling and sounded pitiful. Crystal tears fell from her eyes. But her actions contradicted her words. She raised her hand toward Yulian, holding the demon sword he had gifted her.
The demon sword transformed into the shape of the Hero's Sword. It looked incredibly provocative! Simultaneously, Linie's body lost control and she lunged toward Yulian in a rapid assault!
"Linie!" Yulian dodged her sharp attacks, feeling a strange heaviness in his chest. He called her name with a voice full of grief. But the only response he received were her tears and one lethal move after another!
"Your Majesty, you have already killed us once, haven't you?" Revolte brandished a heavy greatsword and descended from the sky! Following him, Grausam and the Mist Demon activated their magic!
The moment the permeating mist filled the battlefield, even Rivale gritted his teeth. He silently brandished his arm blades and joined the siege against Yulian!
Clang! Rip! Puff!
The sound of clashing blades, the sound of clothes being torn, the sound of blades slicing through flesh! Yulian kept dodging, parrying clumsily. He was still unwilling to strike back. They... were all people he cared about!
"Your Majesty, how long are you going to remain this weak!" Rivale roared, breaking through the Mist Demon's magical fog! He pushed the others aside to face Yulian alone.
He bellowed, "A weak King cannot lead the Demons, do you still remember that, my Lord? Every great feat requires sacrifice! Your Majesty, do it! Strike us down!"
"Do it, Your Majesty!" Linie couldn't stop crying as she attacked Yulian again! After briefly breaking free from control, Rivale's assimilation into the Undead state intensified. His body suddenly surged in size, and his attacks became even more lethal as he charged at Yulian!
"Schlacht!" The fire of anger in Yulian's eyes finally erupted. Yet, he still only gritted his teeth and dodged within the siege. He couldn't do it! He really couldn't bring himself to strike the little girl! Nor could he strike Rivale, the mentor who had accompanied him for nearly a hundred years!
"Yulian!" "We will hold them back!"
Voices rang out one after another from the sky! Following closely, figures arrived one by after another! Frieren, Flenna, Serie, Stark, Fern, Qual... they had all arrived!
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