They must be stopped.
Aurelian's voice slowly sounded in her ear, and Priscilla looked down:
"I have a plan..."
...
In the sky, a pair of blood-red fleshy wings unfolded.
Priscilla hovered low in the air, constantly drawing the attention of the undead warriors.
Sensing the approach of a new enemy, the emaciated warriors, their eyes gleaming with spiritual fire, launched an attack on Prissis, who was cutting across the land.
Arrows and spears, trailing in succession, streaked past, carrying with them soul flames and stardust.
Priscilla skillfully changed her posture in the air, perfectly dodging the attack.
The life-or-death moment when danger brushed past her ear gave Priscilla a rare sense of pleasure.
This kind of pleasure is something that cannot be perceived at all normally.
As a result, she became even bolder in trying to show off her skills.
Priscillas hovered and soared through the air, attempting to become a crimson dancer twirling in the sky.
Suddenly, a long spear resembling a flowing nebula appeared after a shower of eerie green arrows.
Before Priscilla could react, the spear pierced straight into her arm and then slowly dissipated into starlight.
In the end, a small hole was left on her fair arm.
Priscilla felt a slight pain.
The next second, her arm quickly recovered and healed completely, leaving no scars on her fair skin.
Priscilla was slightly surprised and even blinked.
Huh? I didn't know she was that amazing.
At this moment, the undead army and the Star Knights were all drawn to Priscilla.
Aurelion nimbly trod on the yellow earth, cautiously approaching the dragon's skeleton.
At this close range, you can even clearly see the dragon's enormous skull head.
Although they were both corpses, Aurelion didn't feel much aversion to extraordinary beings like dragons.
"You absolutely must succeed..."
Aurelion prayed softly and began to cast necromancy.
A ghostly green magic surged from her body, instantly transforming into will-o'-the-wisps that quickly enveloped her.
The next second, she too transformed into an undead state, her body engulfed in frenzied ghost fire.
The will-o'-the-wisp, like a twisting thread, traversed the fragments of the dragon's bones, merging them together.
The fragments began to tremble, breaking through the sand and levitating in the air with the help of necromancy.
Watching the necromantic magic gather the bones together, forming the original, complete form of the demonic dragon in mid-air,
Aurelion was overjoyed, and a smile appeared on her solemn face.
Could it be... that we're about to succeed?
But then, the bone fragments began to tremble under the support of Aurelion's necromantic power.
The will-o'-the-wisps, resembling silk threads passing through the fragments, also began to become unstable.
Snap!
The next second, the fluctuations of necromantic magic were beyond Aurelion's control and suddenly collapsed and disappeared.
And those bone fragments also fell back into the sand.
Looking at the scattered bone fragments on the ground, the smile on her face turned into disappointment again.
That's right, it's a fifth-tier demonic dragon.
How could she possibly turn a fifth-tier magical dragon into her warrior? Let alone whether the dragon would even obey her.
Do we really have to control those death row inmates?
Aurelion looked back and saw Priscilla flying very low, entangled with the undead and the Star Knights.
It must be said that although Priscilla's actions were chaotic and disorganized, they were indeed very effective.
However, the next second, she was too close and a star-studded spear struck her shoulder, slowly dissipating.
It seems there is no way out.
If this continues, Priscilla will likely face even greater danger.
In this situation, Aurelion began to feel a little frustrated again.
At some point, an inconspicuous one-eyed raven stood atop the dragon's skeleton.
Vega concealed its presence, leaving only its flickering single eye to observe Aurelion.
A quiet and ethereal voice echoed in Aurelion's heart:
'Do you need my help?'
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