He activated the human skin spellbook in his hand, chanting a buzzing sound as he launched a counterattack against Aurelion high in the sky.

Driven by magic, the undead warriors were resurrected once more, wielding spears and swords in front of them, transforming into rows of long walls of white bones.

Meanwhile, the necromancers were no longer idle, their spellbooks made of human skin being turned over countless times.

The magic began to be released from their bodies, and several giant, eerie green pythons stretched out from the earth, attacking the dragon that was burning with eerie green flames.

Aurelion urged the dragon forward, unleashing a gust of wind that tore the giant pythons apart.

The necromancers quickly activated their magic to resurrect the undead warriors who had been reduced to fragments.

They were transformed once again into a wall of bones, standing before him.

Aurelion looked at them, her brows furrowing further, her icy face shimmering in the flickering ghostly light:

“Now I understand why my grandfather wanted to eliminate you and permanently seal you under this tomb.”

These necromancers have been using magical power to endlessly resurrect undead warriors.

They were held back like a fragile wall of bones to resist the powerful enemy.

Every single time.

The skeletons of the undead warriors will be resurrected the moment they are destroyed.

In the eyes of these mages, the undead warriors were nothing more than puppets who obeyed their orders.

Although their souls have long been extracted, as necromancers, they are still filled with a deep-seated desire to enslave the dead.

They couldn't even show the most basic respect for the dead.

Although these spirits themselves do not need to receive any respect.

Aurelion looked at them, her tone cold and indifferent:

"To blaspheme the dead and attempt to place oneself above life and death."

"You don't even spare the dead."

The dragon in the sky roared, tearing through the night, and the intense sound waves surged towards the necromancers like a hurricane.

They could no longer worry about resurrecting the warriors; they could only hastily use necromancy to protect themselves and prevent being scattered by the violent sonic waves.

With no way to fight back, the skeletons were quickly taken control of Aurelion's necromancy.

Aurelion had already activated her magic before her original form had been reshaped.

A sinister green cloud of smoke rose from the ground, engulfing them.

In the blink of an eye, it gathered into a cloud of ashes and dissipated, falling into the yellow earth.

The remaining necromancers could no longer sense the presence of the corpse.

They could only defend themselves as much as possible, otherwise the incoming soul flames would vanish in an instant.

Here, the fifth-tier demonic dragon in the sky is an absolutely invincible existence.

Under the blazing flames of that soul fire, the battlefield situation tilted almost entirely in one direction.

Suddenly, a slight tremor occurred in the distant Star Fortress, completely drawing Aurelion's attention.

At the same time, the Star Knights seemed to sense a chilling premonition.

He immediately stopped where he was and sheathed the Nebula Sword.

The raging flames mercilessly devoured the Star Knights.

Pale skeletons lay naked in the silent night sky, like overturned piano keys, a scene of utter despair.

They all knelt on the ground with their smooth, metallic knees, their eyes filled with pain and struggle.

He crossed his shattered arms over his chest, as if grasping at the last vestige of life, while also paying his final respects to the massive meteorite fortress.

Finally, the starry sky was swallowed by the emerald green soul flame, turning into tiny, dust-like particles that rose into the sky.

Is it time?

As Aurelion looked at the broken Star Knights, a question popped into her mind.

But now it doesn't matter anymore.

As the Star Knights departed one by one, the situation completely turned against them.

All the undead warriors were ordered to remain silent by Aurelion, and even the scum disappeared into the yellow earth and was never seen again.

All that remained were the necromancers desperately defending their pitiful amount of magic.

Unable to summon the undead army any longer, they became useless cannon fodder, merely delaying the battle.

boom--!

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted between the fortresses.

Aurelion couldn't help but look over, and even Priscilla subconsciously looked up.

The blue-purple barrier, woven like stars, was being fiercely bombarded by terrifying purple lightning bolts.

The giant rock crumbled under the power of the thunder, and crimson meteors burst forth from the lightning, crashing into the shattered castle like a meteor shower.

A particularly terrifying bolt of lightning finally plummeted from the sky, like an angry dragon.

Arcs of electricity shot out, flying debris and dust and gravel billowing up to a height of a hundred meters, swirling wildly in all directions.

In an instant, the entire land was illuminated by purple lightning.

The crimson meteorite fell like a dazzling star, stirring up wave after wave of dust that filled the view of Aurelion and Prithys.

After what seemed like a very long time, Aurelion finally came to her senses.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw that the star-like barrier had vanished into thin air, and the distance was utterly silent.

What exactly happened?

Suddenly, a broad, kind hand was placed on her shoulder.

A calm and deep voice slowly rang out:

"Well done."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Aurelion instinctively turned around.

The familiar black trench coat came into view, and her heart skipped a beat. Almost instinctively, she cried out:

"teacher!"

The nebula barrier gradually dissipated, and the meteor general, which was as huge as a star, disappeared without a trace.

Only Teacher Victor remained, suddenly standing behind him.

Clearly, in the end, the teacher defeated the general.

Thinking about this, Aurelion felt a sense of complete relaxation.

Then, an indescribable feeling of weakness swept over her like a tsunami, and the eerie green flames that enveloped her body began to slowly dissipate.

Her vision blurred, and she fell backward as if she had lost all her strength.

Aurelion felt more exhausted than ever before.

It felt as if by simply closing my eyes, I could immerse myself in Teacher Viktor's warm, sun-like embrace.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she closed her eyes.

In her last glimpse, she seemed to see the black raven fly in from somewhere and gracefully land on Teacher Victor's shoulder.

Aurelion finally gave up the struggle against sleep and closed her eyes completely.

In my daze, I heard that familiar voice, speaking to someone I didn't know, ringing in my ears:

"It seems the future empress has no intention of incorporating you into her capital."

"Now, you are of no value."