The plot isn't entirely reliable either; the butterfly flapped its wings, and the wind blew to the Thorn Castle.
The man suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness, and the blood servant puppet standing in front of his crystal coffin respectfully offered him a drop of 'night blood'.
The progenitor of vampires is gradually regaining his power, and he is only three drops of blood away from fully awakening.
However, Maggie knew nothing about this.
The man's blood-red eyes stared at the blood servant puppet he had unintentionally captured. His eyes were lifeless and dull. He would soon be completely consumed by the curse and turn into a piece of trash wandering in the shadows, only knowing how to crave blood.
“Maggie.…”
Ulysses' deep, resonant voice, like that of a cello, echoed within the castle, as if he were repeatedly pondering the name. His eyes held a keen interest, undoubtedly directed at the owner of the name.
Compared to the dull and boring blood servant puppets, the girl who dared to threaten him was clearly more interesting.
He had lived for far too long, and only interesting things could evoke even a slight sense of being alive. His vampire emotions were almost frozen, but when the image of the girl feigning composure and suppressing her anger flashed through his mind, his lifeless emotions seemed to be revived.
In fact, the seal only had a similar emotion to anger at the very beginning for him.
But after several eras, Olympus sometimes thought that it wouldn't be so bad to just sleep like this, if it weren't for that traitor.
Would she be surprised to find that he had woken up before her?
Or will you still feel terrified?
I really want to see her expression.
Ulysses pressed her crimson tongue against the sharp teeth, as if she could already feel the teeth piercing her delicate skin; her blood must taste as delicious as her appearance.
...
At the same time, Maggie, who had already reached the city walls and was preparing to get up close to the monster, suddenly felt a chill down her spine.
"..."
Maggie stood still, lost in thought.
Lately, she's been having this feeling that she's being watched by a ghost. Although she has many enemies, she shouldn't feel this way so often. Could it be that some big shot has her eye on her?
That's really bad news.
"Your Highness? What's wrong?"
Charles followed Maggie down the city wall, and when he sensed that Maggie had stopped, he turned around and asked.
"fine."
Maggie shook her head and walked a little further to the edge of the defensive perimeter. Occasionally, monsters would break through here, but most of the time it was safe.
Scattered on the ground were the ashes of monsters that had fallen after they died. Maggie picked one up and examined it carefully in her hand.
This item is a byproduct left behind after killing monsters, but it has a chance to drop, and it's basically impossible to get it from low-level monsters.
"Your Highness, it would be best if you didn't come into contact with these things. You'll suffer for a long time after you go back. Some soldiers who brought these things back had nightmares for several nights in a row, and some even suffered severe nocturnal seizures and almost lost their lives."
"The core of ash is completely useless; it is the remains of a highly dangerous monster."
Charles frowned slightly when he saw Maggie's actions; he disapproved of her somewhat reckless behavior.
But Maggie didn't care. She mainly wanted to show it to the little ghost. Although the little ghost also hated it, he didn't refuse because it was Maggie's request.
"From their formation and birth to their death, monsters do not belong to the continent of Coral. They are like beings from outside the world, even worse than the undead, who have the worst sense of belonging."
"This kind of ash core, like monsters, can damage the souls of living beings, so I also advise you not to come into contact with it."
The little ghost waved its hand, looking very disgusted.
Maggie was very curious about the composition of the Ash Core. Even after hearing what the little ghost said, she didn't put the things down. Instead, she picked up a few more and prepared to take them back.
When she held the Ash Core in her hand, she did not feel any signs of being eroded. Or rather, the power on the Ash Core was trying to 'devour' her, but it was kept out by an invisible protective membrane.
This means she will not be affected, which is why Maggie is so fearless.
If we can find some clues from the monsters' loot, it might help solve the current situation where monsters are getting stronger and the borders are getting weaker.
Hoping the Temple of Light will take this seriously is less desirable than hoping she'll break through to become a Grand Magus on the spot and unleash a forbidden spell to burn this entire area to ashes, wiping out all the magical beasts as well.
Charles also saw Maggie's behavior, and his expression clearly showed disapproval, even speechlessness.
He was probably secretly cursing Maggie in his heart for being a fool who wouldn't listen to other people's advice.
Having achieved her goal, Maggie looked up at the snarling, ferocious monsters beyond the fire-covered battle line, and gently waved her staff. A bomb made of mixed magic flew from the tip of the staff and landed among the monsters.
The bomb, which has accumulated magic power over many days, is beyond even the imagination of Willy Maggie herself, but it should be very powerful if nothing unexpected happens.
The main problem is that the staff couldn't handle the amount of magic power stored up, so releasing it now is just right. I was worried about not having any targets, but now there are targets everywhere, which is perfect.
"Thank you for your help, Commander Charles. I think we can go back now."
Maggie turned her head and gave Charles a slight smile, without even looking at what was happening behind her.
The explosion happened quickly, and Charles could barely make out her lip movements for her last words; he couldn't hear any of her voice.
Behind the saintess was a burst of fire from a massive explosion, which completely illuminated her.
At this moment, rather than a compassionate, holy, and benevolent saintess, she seemed more like a war goddess emerging from the flames—calm, indifferent, or rather, cold.
Her expression remained unchanged, as if what she had just done was casual and she didn't care how much damage it caused.
It wasn't until Maggie walked up to him that Charles seemed to snap out of his daze and nodded somewhat hesitantly.
"oh oh."
Although he didn't want to admit it, he was stunned for a moment.
Many soldiers and mages on the city wall also witnessed this scene, and the view from above was even more direct.
A massive explosion of fire shook the area, creating a huge open space. The monsters, who lacked even basic reason, were stunned and dared not approach, turning the area into a vacuum.
This greatly relieved the defensive pressure on the mages.
It was unclear how much time had passed, but after Charles led Maggie away from the edge of the city wall with a blank expression, a faint sound of swallowing could be heard from the city wall.
"Was that... Her Highness the Holy Maiden?"
"I'd heard she was just a pretty face?"
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