Blocking the Blade

“State your true name.”

The demon demanded strictly.

An Apostle of the God of Elements wielding a Divine Artifact had suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

This unexpected variable had completely disrupted their plans, and even more daunting was her identity.

After all, the Demon Tribe was not yet prepared to go to war with two nations simultaneously.

The Elf Kingdom, like the Great Dragon Divine Dynasty, was established by an ancient God Race. While the Demonic Abyss Empire had made countless preparations to erode the Great Dragon Divine Dynasty, those preparations would be absolutely incapable of resisting the combined assault of the two great races.

“Listen well, all you demons present. This Princess is the Second Princess of the Elf Kingdom, Selina Jalandor.”

Usually, she hid her identity to avoid attracting trouble, but now that a power on the level of an Apostle-level demon had appeared—and moreover, a Demon God’s Eye was floating in the sky—she had to pull out whatever trump cards she had immediately when facing such overwhelming odds.

Otherwise, once the real fighting started, she might not get the chance.

Besides, her identity as a Princess was also a layer of protection.

The Elves on the Seraphis Continent were not like the sub-brained anime elves from Blue Star island nation films who could only whimper “ying ying ying.” Real-life elves were renowned far and wide for being exceedingly martial.

Furthermore, the Ancestor God of the Elves, who protected them, had been famous in earlier years for being extremely protective of His own and a battle maniac.

Back in the day, the Demon Tribe had also suffered quite a few losses at Themis’s hands. For this reason, when the demon heard Selina’s true identity, he couldn’t help but feel wary.

The demon fell silent, and the situation fell into a deadlock.

His dark red eyes sank into contemplation.

As one of the Apostles dispatched for this plan, the demon weighed and calculated the combat power, gains, and losses of both sides in his heart.

Fighting wasn’t strictly necessary. If offending two races would only cause the Demonic Abyss Empire to suffer a great loss, then a rational retreat was also a correct choice.

“Princess of the Elf Kingdom, the Demon Tribe has no intention of causing conflict with the Elf Race. This is a private grievance between the Demonic Abyss Empire and the Great Dragon Dynasty. Please leave immediately; I, in the name of an Apostle of the Demon God, guarantee your safe departure.”

The demon slightly lowered his posture, and his tone became much milder.

Unfortunately, Selina wasn’t buying it.

“Heh. After all that talk, it’s just that you’re unwilling to let go of this fat piece of meat you’re holding in your mouth…”

“This Princess is well aware of what you demons are like. To tell you the truth, there are already large groups of Elven Rangers on standby at the border where the Elf Kingdom and the Great Dragon Dynasty meet. If the Demonic Abyss Empire insists on acting tyrannically, then what you will face won’t be just the Dragon Tribe, but also Elven arrows!”

Selina held the Crystal Sword horizontally before her, her aura not diminishing in the slightest.

As for whether there were actually troops stationed at the border?

To tell the truth, Selina was completely bluffing. She had left in such a hurry; where would she find the time to write a letter to Karina? Besides, helping the Great Dragon Divine Dynasty was in her private capacity. Those fierce words she just spoke were merely to bluff.

An Elven Princess held a very exalted status in the Elf Kingdom, but the one who could truly mobilize military power was the Elven Empress. As long as the Empress did not issue an order, the Elf Kingdom’s power would, at most, bail out their Princess; they had no obligation to clean up the Great Dragon Divine Dynasty’s mess.

“Princess of the Elf Race, this will be my final warning. This is a century-long plan of the Demonic Abyss Empire, and it is impossible for us to give up this opportunity. If you still do not leave, we can only invite you to be incorporated into our race along with these dragons!”

The moment the words fell, the surrounding demon soldiers surged forward as if they had received an order, heading toward Selina and Delphina.

Meanwhile, the demon and the “High Sister” beside him turned to look up at the Demon God’s Eye hovering in mid-air.

The demon raised his hands high, chanting obscure and unpalatable incantations from his uniquely shaped mouth, while the “High Sister” completely revealed her fully demonized Dragon Tribe form.

Her original body was a Nightmare that specialized in the soul. The original soul of Xenora had already been devoured by her design; Nightmares only had souls and no physical bodies.

This remaining empty dragon shell was naturally taken by her and, at the same time, polluted into a highly compatible Demon Dragon body.

Controlling the Demon Dragon’s body, the Nightmare slashed its wrist, and a large amount of black, hot blood flowed along the grooves of the magic array.

Seeing the actions of those two demons, Selina subconsciously sensed that things were going south. However, at this moment, she was completely entangled by the demon soldiers pouncing on her.

The Crystal Sword in her hand had just released an energy beam; frequently using such a screen-clearing skill on small mobs could very likely put her in an embarrassing situation where she couldn’t unleash a big move in the later stages of the battle.

Therefore, she could only draw the twin blades from her lower back to deal with these grunts one by one.

Fortunately, the young girl Delphina did not drag her down.

As a dragon with the Glazed family bloodline flowing within her—though she was a female dragon—her own combat power was still not something these ordinary demon soldiers could handle.

Every sword strike Delphina made carried a faint dragon roar, and the keratinous armor these demon soldiers were so proud of was directly penetrated by the longsword controlled by the White Dragon girl’s colossal strength.

Seeing the speed of the blood flow in the magic array getting faster and faster, Selina gritted her teeth and decisively bit down on the tip of her tongue. Rust-flavored blood spread in her mouth, causing the mana in her body to boil as well.

[Thief God Skill: Transcendence]

The stage of Wind Spirit Moon Shadow was forcibly and temporarily boosted from the sixth stage to the seventh stage.

The strikes from the girl’s hand, so fast they were nothing but afterimages, dealt with the five demon soldiers surrounding her with lightning speed in an instant.

The moment the blades sealed their throats, Selina exerted force with her legs, and a super leap, utilizing her agile physical characteristics, brought her before the chanting Greater Demon.

By now, the ritual had reached a critical stage, and neither the demon nor the Nightmare could interrupt the actions they were performing.

Seizing the opportunity, Selina pulled out the Crystal Sword and thrust it directly toward the demon’s chest.

This strike was one Selina guaranteed with her 18 years of professional faith would not miss, yet an unexpected variable always arrived at the critical moment.

Just as the Crystal Sword was about to touch the Greater Demon’s chest, a black figure suddenly flashed before him, forcibly receiving this thrust that was not allowed to fail.

The Crystal Sword pierced through the defense of the dragon scales and into the flesh without any hindrance. Selina raised her head in consternation, looking at the person blocking the demon.

Even though most of the dragon scales all over her body had now fallen into black, and even though her face was already contorted and deformed from pain, Selina still recognized her from certain details—Lady Elizabeth.

To put it more clearly, it should be Lady Elizabeth in the late stage of demonization.

“No! Mother!”

Delphina, who was still entangled by three demon soldiers, immediately cried out in extreme grief and indignation upon seeing this scene.

“Heh, luckily I was quick-witted and used this stupid woman’s life to block the fatal blow. Consider it as embodying your value, Elizabeth Glazed.”

The Nightmare had just closed her eyes and reopened them.

She sneered mercilessly as she looked at the figure that had fallen to the ground, her light and airy tone completely devoid of any reverence for life.

Mental control was the Nightmare’s specialty; Elizabeth, who had not yet completely fully demonized, suddenly rushing over just now was secretly caused by her hand.

But as the Nightmare was laughing, she suddenly and subconsciously felt a wave of cold wind brush past her skin. She, who had been gloating just now, actually got goosebumps uncontrollably.

Tracing the source of that instinctive fear, the Nightmare saw that silver-haired girl with a face as cold as ice.

At this moment, Selina’s gaze was as cold as a murderous blade.

Even across a safe distance, the soul felt as if it were about to be frozen by that extreme frigidness.