"Tsk..." Gersmi bared his teeth, endured the pain, and prepared to continue taking Xia Lanluote away.

“Die!”

An angry roar was heard, and then the spear was grasped again and stabbed out from behind Gersmi.

The blood on the hot gun blade evaporated, and bursts of white mist emerged.

The man's eyes seemed to lose focus, and he slowly fell to his knees. Then Valina pulled out her spear, shook off the blood on it, and let him fall.

"Now, you are the only one left, Xia Lanluote, hahahaha." The female warrior covered her face with one hand and laughed crazily.

At some point, one of her eyes was blinded in battle, which greatly irritated her nerves.

"No, don't." Letting go of Gersmith's hand, Xia Lanluo retreated uneasily. However, this was the rooftop of the castle on the top of the mountain, and beyond it was a cliff with a bottomless abyss.

"No, haha, you say no and I don't want it? You are so willful." Valina seemed to enjoy her current state. Looking at Xia Lanluo's panic-stricken appearance, a twisted pleasure rose in her heart.

Yes, that’s right. Look, this is the last descendant of the Red Dragon family. He is so timid and weak, it’s really hilarious.

"Don't hurt the young lady!" Seeing Xia Lanluote in danger, the remaining loyal knights rushed over again.

However, what greeted them was the ruthless blade of the gun.

The red tip of the gun cut through the atmosphere, bringing up streams of warm blood and reaping lives.

"This is war, this is reality. Xia Lanluo Te, what are you still dreaming about? It's ridiculous."

Watching this flower in the greenhouse die in the dust seemed to be Varina's greatest comfort.

She did not come from a good family and was bullied by the children of aristocrats when she was a child. Countless people laughed at her dark brown skin and thought she was a born slave who should accept everything with obedience.

Being pushed to the ground, with someone stepping on her cheek and rubbing it against the ground, Valina will never forget that memory for the rest of her life.

These abominable nobles, using their so-called "nobility" as a pretext to abuse others, trample others' dignity and everything into the dirt.

And now it's finally her turn for revenge.

She didn't care about the emperor, as long as he could give her power and salary. As for overthrowing the old aristocracy, she was extremely happy to see such a scene.

She had killed her past enemies in the purge, but this did not seem to satisfy her, as she always felt something was missing.

Yes, the Pascal family, the most distinguished and powerful aristocratic family in the South, is the ultimate target of his revenge. If it were not for their indulgence and rule, how could everything become what it is today.

And only when that noble bloodline falls under the tip of her gun can her empty heart be satisfied.

So, please die here, Xia Lanluote.

Valina gripped the spear again and stabbed at the frail pink-haired girl, whose fair skin and collarbone stood out so starkly in the flames and dust.

Looking at the gun blade rushing towards her chest, Xia Lanluo felt that everything had slowed down.

The tip of the gun was burning hot, and there was a lingering smell of smoke in the air. The scorched earth and gravel on the ground rubbed against the soles of the feet. Not far away, Gersmi's body was slowly bleeding dark red blood. The blood was like a small stream, slowly swallowing the sand and debris along the way, twisting and moving forward on the ground.

Am I going to die?

Maybe this way I can see my parents and some brothers and sisters.

The sharp tip of the gun gradually caused her body to sting, and she could already anticipate the burning heat and coldness that would penetrate her body.

There was no way to retreat. Her legs were trembling and uneasy. In the haste, she lost her balance and fell backwards.

Suddenly, a cry exploded from the mountaintop. The voice, as if tinged with fire, was so urgent that it dragged Xia Lanluote back into reality.

"Catch me!"

An arm opened in the air, grabbed Xia Lanluo Te around the waist in the gust of wind, and lifted her off the ground.

She felt a surge of pain in her waist from the impact, but Xia Lanluo still held on tightly to the unknown arm.

The crimson spear pierced the attacker's back, leaving a shallow bloody mark, and then sent the attacker flying away.

Seeing this scene, Valina was shocked and angry. She gripped her spear and kicked her foot, ready to catch up immediately. Unfortunately, a hand grabbed her ankle at this moment.

"Die!" Valina turned her head and saw Gersimina's outstretched right hand. She pierced the opponent's arm with a gun. However, Xia Lanlot's figure had turned into a back figure dozens of meters away in the air.

A phoenix burning with flames was flying at high speed on the top of the mountain, and the rider on its back grabbed Xia Lanlot tightly and took her away from the fallen battlefield.

"Shoot them down!" Sinclair ordered, waving his sword.

A burst of dense bow and crossbow sounds rang out on the rooftop, and the expensive enchanted arrows whizzed into the air, hitting the backs of the two men.

The rider pulled Xia Lanluo Te and suddenly crouched down, trying his best to dodge the arrows, but many of them still penetrated her back, seriously injuring the air knight. The arrow tip protruded slightly from her chest, and bursts of blood foam overflowed from her mouth.

The fiery phoenix beneath him let out a wail, then accelerated again, like a fiery new star rushing through the night, streaking across the twilight sky.

“Tsk!”

Inside the bunker at the foot of the mountain, the general spat again as he watched this scene, then hit the stone wall with his fist unwillingly, shaking off the dust.

"She actually got away." He didn't want to look at the flaming meteor going away anymore, so he turned around.

In the dim bunker, several candles were lit. On a small bed for resting nearby lay a tired blonde girl, with a lot of dust and blood still on her skin and face.

Looking at the girl with her eyes closed, the general lovingly asked someone to bring a handkerchief to gently wipe her eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work this time, Euryone."

"Come, prepare a quiet and comfortable room for her so she can rest well. Also, send a few more guards to guard her so no one can disturb her."

"Understood, sir." A personal soldier stood at attention and saluted, then asked someone to make the arrangements.

After silence was restored, the general's emotions gradually subsided, and he returned to the window.

Looking at the ruined castle burning with dark fire, there were countless fallen corpses and weapons, and traces of burns and dark red blood everywhere.

"How long will this meaningless battle last... Sigh."

He put on his coat, lit a cigarette, and sat quietly at the table, looking at the messy and countlessly marked map in front of him.

"Have the legion commanders meet me in a quarter of an hour. I need to arrange the next steps."

"Yes, sir."

In the cover of night, these imperial legion soldiers slowly gathered again to organize and count.

In the flickering flames, the smell of scorched earth and smoke still lingered.