Chapter Fifty-Five: Daenerys Targaryen. Would she be proud of that?!
With a "whoosh," Orpheus tensed up and charged toward Elena.
"Sigh." Elena sighed with a wry smile, "Dragon, you never learn. Have you forgotten how many levels stronger I am than you?"
"You've forgotten that you're also injured, and your strength has dropped quite a bit."
Elena clenched her fist and attacked.
"Crackling and popping, bang bang bang."
Accompanied by a knocking sound,
Just moments ago, Orpheus was so confident, but he's now defeated.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
"Damn human, if I were a Gold-level, I would crush you with one slap."
"Stop it quickly..."
Orpheus was very stubborn and initially very domineering. Even when he was the one being hit, he would still curse and swear.
Elena now saw through Ophie, and she wouldn't hold back. She increased her pressure slightly.
Don't be fooled by her past proficiency in magic into thinking she's a fragile mage.
No, no, no, if you really think that way, you're sorely mistaken.
As a genius, she wouldn't allow herself to have any obvious weaknesses.
Even her king father, her relatives and friends, and her teachers would not allow her to leave herself with obvious weaknesses.
In addition to the magic system, Elena also studied the [Knight System], and she specially trained her physical body, awakening the Seed of Life. Now, her physical strength is at least at the ordinary Silver level.
Otherwise, she would have been blown to pieces by Loya's claws.
Her physical strength alone was enough for Elena to easily defeat Ophie, a young dragon of the Black Iron level.
Although Elena is injured, her magical abilities are not completely gone. This combination of magic and physical strength makes her even more formidable.
This gave her a barely enough confidence to fight against a fully-fledged Gold-level Level 1 Superhuman.
Orpheus was brutally beaten, but Loya, his good brother, stood by and watched coldly, seemingly oblivious to it.
After Elena vented her anger, Orpheus lay limp and writhing on the ground, her skin covered in wounds, looking extremely miserable. Even her magical disguise had been dispelled.
Elena, holding onto Orpheus's tail, arrived at Loya's place.
Seeing Ophie's miserable state, Finland couldn't help but shudder. She suddenly felt fortunate that she was actually doing quite well.
At least, she didn't get a beating like Orpheus, her good sister.
This is truly something to celebrate.
A few minutes later, the Finnish slave insignia were completed.
Loya didn't continue; instead, he focused entirely on absorbing fire elements to restore his physical strength and magic power.
Elena's gaze turned gloomy and uncertain.
She felt this was a good opportunity to turn the tide.
After all, Loya was clearly weakened.
However, the [Slave Mark] on his head flashed with a white-blue magical light.
With a "thud," before Elena could react, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed to the ground. Her consciousness vanished instantly, impossible to reconstruct. Yet, intense pain surged into every last vestige of her being, causing her unprecedented agony.
At that moment, she wished she could kill herself; she didn't want to experience this feeling.
However, she couldn't control herself and could only passively endure it.
Even more bizarrely, she couldn't even scream; her body just twitched instinctively.
"What's wrong?" Finland was startled by Elena's deathly appearance: "Is this human dying?"
Loya smiled: "It's not that serious. I was just testing the effect of the Slave Mark to show you how powerful it is. I wanted to warn you not to cause trouble for no reason, otherwise, the consequences could be terrible."
In reality, he certainly didn't want them to witness the power of the slave mark. He simply noticed Elena's restless expression and felt compelled to let her experience his power to completely eradicate any inappropriate thoughts.
"I understand, I will definitely behave." The young Finnish girl had suffered too many blows recently. First, she was almost killed by Daenerys's dragon breath, then she was beaten, starved, and beaten again.
After so many times of suffering, even the unruly blood of evil dragons has left her with some psychological trauma. She no longer dares to be as arrogant and domineering as before, thinking herself a true dragon and considering herself extraordinary.
"I'll be good. I just wanted to pee. Sister Elena misunderstood me." Ophie, who had been hit, was still conscious, and now she was pretending to be obedient again.
“Well, once I’m done with my work, you can do whatever you want…” Loya reached out and pulled Ophie over.
Orpheus closed his eyes helplessly.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh".
A minute later, Elena finally recovered. She clutched her chest, panting, her eyes filled with fear.
Only then did she realize how terrifying the slave mark was.
It seemed that with just a thought, Loya could make her wish she were dead.
Elena completely abandoned her evil intentions and obediently stayed to the side, looking as humble as a little maid.
"Don't just stand there. If you have nothing else to do, get to work and build a house. Hmm, the house should be as big as possible. As for whether it's beautiful or not, don't worry about that," Loya said distractedly.
“Building a house? I don’t know how.” Finland raised its dragon claw and reported.
Loya, expressionless, slowly turned his head to look at Finland.
Although he was distracted again, his little paws were still grinding inscriptions, showing no sign of stopping.
At first, Finland didn't think much of it, but after being stared at for a while, she felt uneasy and terrified.
“I can learn, the great dragon is omnipotent.” Finland yielded, determined to do everything in its power to satisfy Loya’s desires.
"I have high hopes for you." Loya was also very satisfied with Finland's attitude. He felt that he was truly a good older brother, able to manage such a mischievous younger sister.
If Daenerys Targaryen knew, she would definitely be very proud!
A narcissistic thought popped into Loya's mind.
Elena is a mage with excellent learning and creative abilities.
As a princess, she had never built houses before. But she had done a lot of other construction work.
Once you understand one thing, you understand everything.
She was confident she could build the house.
Furthermore, since Loya didn't request the construction of a grand palace or any other luxurious structure, she was even less worried about making a mistake.
Elena turned and walked toward the "yard" where Loya had laid the foundation, and began to work.
Finland's injury has healed considerably after this period of time, and she is finally able to move around freely.
Actually, she really wanted to fake being sick and slack off.
However, Loya's cruel attitude towards her made her afraid to cheat or do anything wrong.
In fact, she didn't want to get close to Loya at all.
Finland, dragging its crippled body, caught up with Elena.
"Hey, human, you'd better teach me how to build a house. Otherwise, I'm going to tell that dragon on me." Finland's attitude towards Elena has never been good, and this time is no exception.
That tone of voice is so sarcastic and unpleasant.
"I've taught you, but if you still can't learn, I'll spank you and show you the misery of a bad student," Elena said with a smile.
Now, Elena suddenly felt that Finland, this seemingly vicious dragon, was easier to get along with and understand than Orpheus, a cunning and treacherous dragon cub.
Finland wasn't afraid of Elena's threats. "Ha! I am a great dragon, a genius among all living beings and races in the world. Building a house is just a matter of time. I can learn it in no time."
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