Chapter Fifty-Two: The Princess Falls Down.

Finland was still in a daze, not fully awake.

"Ophie, get away from me, you're so noisy," Finland said weakly, completely ignoring Ophie's "kindness." She tried to raise her paw to push Ophie away, but her body was out of her control and she couldn't move.

"What's wrong with me?" Finland lay motionless, letting Ophie hold her and weep.

"It's just a minor injury, Ophie, don't worry." Although her face wasn't looking good, Elena's princess-like pride kept her calm. She unhurriedly took out a healing pill and tossed it to Ophie.

Elena turned her attention to Loya. "I have to admit, you're quite capable. You've impressed me."

"Now, I'll give you one more chance to submit to me."

Elena felt that Loya's value had increased, so killing him would be a waste.

From Elena's tone, Loya sensed a condescending condescension. This irritated him.

Damn it, even in his past life he was an incredibly powerful demigod, and he wasn't this arrogant.

This little human princess actually dares to act tough in front of him?!

He admitted that he was no longer a demigod and not as powerful as he had been in his previous life.

However, this is not a reason for Elena to act arrogantly.

This Elena has no right to act superior to him!!!

“I love saying no to you self-righteous bastards,” Loya said, emphasizing each word.

"Then go die." Elena's anger could no longer be contained.

Magic: Great Fireball

"Poof!" A fireball, two meters in diameter and resembling a small sun, appeared out of thin air and hurtled towards Loya.

Magic: Earth's Restraint

Magic: Whirlwind Cage

...

Elena was like a machine gun, continuously unleashing all sorts of magic.

Loya felt the earth fixing his feet in place, preventing him from moving, and an invisible wind completely enveloped him, rendering him immobile.

The giant fireball, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures, slammed into Loya's face.

It must be said that Elena truly deserves the title of genius. This wave of attacks would be unbearable even for a Gold-level transcendent being of the same realm.

However, although Loya is only a bronze-level extraordinary being, his strength is something that ordinary gold-level extraordinary beings cannot compare to.

[Basic Wizardry Inscriptions: Steel Body + Muscular Might + Wind Speed ​​+ Gluttony] Activate

A fierce aura erupted, and Loya forced his mouth open, biting down on the fireball and sucking it in forcefully.

It's like drinking water, completely unobstructed.

In the blink of an eye, the fireball was gone.

"Ah, this..." Elena and Ophie, who was secretly watching, were both stunned.

“Little princess, you can’t kill me with this little strength. On the contrary, if you only have this little strength, you might die.” Loya took a step forward.

The two [control] spells that had bound Loya and prevented him from moving were forcibly broken, and the spells scattered.

Innate Bloodline Skill: [Raging Flames]

[Witchcraft Inscription: Elemental Fire] Activated

Loya burned, transforming into a fire dragon that shot out like a meteor.

In this state, Loya is incredibly powerful.

Elena was terrified. "How can you unleash such incredible power?"

Magic: Guardian of the Gentle Breeze

Magic: Earth's Protection

Magic: The Gift of the Wind God

Elena sensed a profound sense of crisis. At that moment, she didn't have time to dwell on her shock, marvel at Loya's power, or lament her own blindness.

She did everything she could to protect herself; the wind enveloped her, propelling her at breakneck speed.

"Too slow." However, a fiery claw came rushing towards her, striking Elena head-on.

Elena's clothes burned, and the flesh beneath melted, becoming hideous and horrifying. The subsequent surge of force propelled her flying, causing her to crash to the ground more than thirty meters away.

"How is this possible? How could trash like a dragon be worthy of such power?" Orpheus couldn't accept reality either. As true dragons, they felt a sense of superiority when facing dragons.

But now, Loya, this sub-dragon, has shattered her understanding. It has completely destroyed her pride as a true dragon.

"I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming," Orpheus said, sounding almost neurotic.

...

"Woman, I'm a little disappointed. You don't even qualify to let me warm up." Loya turned off the engine and strode over to Elena's side, looking down at the half-dead, almost inhuman noble princess.