Hearing Maggie's confident tone, Lilia suddenly burst into laughter. Ignoring her severely injured and broken body, she began to laugh wildly, tears streaming down her face, a laugh that sent chills down Maggie's spine.
Hahaha, hahaha.
Maggie could feel her chest vibrating, and a strange sense of foreboding crept into her heart.
"Holy Maiden of Light, Holy Maiden of Light, do you really think you've won? You're nothing but a sacrifice. Do you think you can live on as long as you don't die by my hand?"
Lilia seemed to want to wipe away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, but both her hands were busy fighting Maggie, so she couldn't free her hands and could only stare at Maggie with a mocking expression.
Maggie's expression remained unchanged, but she was a little surprised that Lilia knew how to manipulate people's minds. Did she think that saying this would make her waver?
She had already suffered a mental breakdown from the very first day she transmigrated.
The fact that she has persevered until now is enough to demonstrate how strong her will is.
"No need for Miss Lilia to worry about it, you certainly won't live to see that day anyway."
Maggie knew the power of her sarcasm, but Lilia didn't get angry or break down because of it.
She suddenly revealed a slightly eerie smile, and with a slight exertion of force, she did not intend to push Maggie away, but rather to pull Maggie closer. The cross was deeply embedded in her chest, almost piercing her heart.
Such a dangerous move also made Maggie wary, wondering why she suddenly put on such a show.
"It's okay. Actually, I'm not afraid of death. But before I die, maybe I can turn you into a vampire so you can experience my despair."
Lilia laughed even harder, and her gaze toward Maggie became strange, tender and affectionate.
"What you can think of, I can think of too. You can't activate the Embrace and Blood Kiss right now. Magic is completely suppressed here, so don't waste your energy."
Maggie's eyes turned cold. That's how vampires are; they don't feel any remorse when they drag people down with them.
That's a real shame.
Lilia's alluring face was stained with blood. After the last possibility was rejected, there was no regret or sadness in her eyes, but rather a trace of memory surfaced.
As soon as she finished speaking, Maggie felt the force resisting her suddenly disappear. Without warning, the cross in her hand pierced through Lilia's chest, striking her weak point.
"Forget it, I'm tired too. It wouldn't be bad to die at your hands."
Blood gushed from Lilia's mouth, staining Maggie's already crimson saintly robes red once more. However, the dark red and bright red blood blended together, making her look no longer like a saint of light, but more like a bloodthirsty witch crawling out of hell.
"you...."
Maggie didn't loosen her grip. She was afraid that Lilia might want to take someone down with her before she died, taking advantage of her relaxed state to kill her. But she was still a little surprised that Lilia had suddenly given up resisting.
"You might not believe it, but even though you're not doing well, I still envy you. I envy that you can come to such a remote border region and still be able to go shopping occasionally."
Lilia had been watching over Maggie all this time, frequently attempting to assassinate her. Naturally, she knew what Maggie had been doing these past few days. Compared to vampires who couldn't see the light, Maggie could walk in the light and had trustworthy friends to accompany her, which Lilia envied every moment.
"Since I died at your hands, you cannot die. You must live to the end."
Lilia seemed to be in great pain; dark red blood kept gushing from her mouth, but she still managed to speak to Maggie.
Whether she was a human or a vampire, she could only be a rat in the gutter, unable to see the light of day, and was banished as a disgrace and an inferior species. Her so-called partners were all people who used and schemed against each other, and there was no sincerity between them.
Perhaps it is because she was born in darkness that she yearned for light. She herself was clearly a cold-blooded monster who would disregard human life, abandon her companions, and scheme against her former master, yet she still longed for someone to trust her.
Her pursuit of pleasure was nothing more than an attempt to prove that it wasn't that she was unworthy, but rather that true love simply didn't exist.
As it turns out, she never met anyone who truly loved her or treated her as a good friend.
Dying like this is a good end.
In any case, her life was meaningless.
From birth, she was someone who was not expected, hated, and despised.
"If you want to live, you must kill the Pope."
Lilia didn't struggle at all. Her voice gradually weakened until it was just a breathy sound, and then it stopped.
After she finished speaking, her blood-red, jewel-like eyes dimmed completely and lost their luster.
This caused Maggie's hand, which was gripping the cross, to tremble.
For some reason, even though Lilia didn't say anything, she could see the emotions in Lilia's eyes, an emotion very similar to her own in the past.
Gray, empty, desperate, disgusted and hateful of the world they once knew, finally turning into silence.
In addition, Maggie knew some of Lilia's backstory and plot, and some things connected at this moment.
Perhaps, in the past, she and Lilia were no different.
Maggie lowered her eyes, and only after confirming that Lilia was completely dead did she stand up unsteadily. Ignoring the pain in her body, she gently closed Lilia's eyes.
Regardless of Lilia's motivation for saying that, at least she was honest.
She glanced at Lilia's dress, disheveled from the battle, and silently reached down to pull it down, covering her pale thighs.
Only after doing all this did Maggie lift the magic-suppressing barrier.
As the thick fog dissipated, Maggie stood in the center of the monster horde, surrounded by an open space. She was covered in blood, looking like a demon that had crawled out of a rift in hell, her head bowed and blood slowly dripping from the tips of her hair.
The three who had broken through the encirclement while still fighting among the monsters froze at almost the same time, their eyes fixed on Maggie.
"elder sister!"
"Your Highness, Holy Maiden."
"Owner."
The three voices came at the same time. Maggie's pain had not subsided and she could hardly move. However, knowing that she would die if she were surrounded by monsters, she still tried her best to walk towards the city gate.
As for magic?
Her body was a complete mess; she was even acting as the core of the magic circle, maintaining the barrier. Forget about flying with holy light, she couldn't even use a healing spell.
Suddenly, a huge shadow that blotted out the sky flew down from the sky. Before Maggie could even look up, she was lifted into the air by claws and fell onto the hard scales in a dizzying state. She heard Ficklin's furious voice in her ear.
"They ran off without a word, leaving me in this mess!"
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