The mutated beasts' sudden attack was like a hot knife through butter. Within a week, they had broken through the defense of the border.
Even though half of the Extreme Group's army was left behind, they were still losing ground.
Fortunately, Xunmi and Rogias had arrived at the border in time. The two of them joined forces and repelled the mutated beasts.
After reorganizing the Extreme Group, they began their counterattack.
Bertha, who had left, had a good time at first. She was comfortable and spent all her time on cultivating her Spiritual Power.
After interacting with a few experts who specialized in Spiritual Power, she told them that Spiritual Power could be cultivated.
Now, her status in Black Mist had risen to another level. She was treated with respect wherever she went.
This somewhat eased the anger she received on the Star Web. Those ignorant things, what did they know?
She was the best. That bitch could not compare to her at all.
She was admiring the Mist Flowers when a group of Flame Dragon Knights suddenly rushed out and surrounded her.
Bertha stood up in annoyance and glared at the people who disturbed her.
"Who are you? Who allowed you to disturb me? Get lost."
Although she was not engaged to anyone, her status in the Black Mist Kingdom was very high. Even the Black Mist King treated her with respect.
Over the past half a month, her arrogance had been nurtured once again.
As long as something was not going her way, she could make a scene.
The Flame Dragon Knights had no intention of talking nonsense with her. They immediately summoned their flame dragons and started attacking.
Bertha was stunned for a moment. Her hair was burned by the first flame dragon. She was so angry that she released her Spiritual Power without holding back.
Seeing that their goal was achieved, the Flame Dragon Knights no longer tried to test her. They all swarmed forward, wanting to take her down in one fell swoop.
In an instant, most of the precious Mist Flowers in the garden were destroyed. But at this time, no one cared about the Mist Flowers.
Because they had more valuable things to discover. As long as they could get accurate results, they would even give up the flame dragons, let alone a few Mist Flowers.
Bertha did not slack off at all during this period, so her Spiritual Power grew very quickly.
But no matter how fast it was, it could not block the attacks of a group of flame dragons. Soon, her Spiritual Power was in a state of emergency. The area that she could block was getting smaller and smaller.
"Who are you? How dare you attack the princess. Who sent you?"
Bertha roared angrily as she tried her best to resist. Her expression was ferocious, as if she wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from these people.
However, no one paid any attention to her. Their hands did not stop moving, and their attacks became more and more violent.
"Pfft … The Black Mist King will not let you off." Bertha spat out a mouthful of blood. She could no longer hold on.
The moment her consciousness faded, she seemed to see the figure of the Blackmist King. She heaved a sigh of relief and fainted.
From her point of view, the Black Mist King would definitely not harm her. After all, she was now the most precious spiritual-type developer and the second princess of Bi Xian.
But when she woke up again, she found herself trapped in a place similar to a laboratory, and she was lying on a test bench.
His hands and feet were tied, and his neck was fixed. Other than being able to turn his head to the side, he couldn't do anything else.
"Which bitch dares to treat this princess like this? My father, the Black Mist King, will not let you off."
He struggled frantically, constantly using the mental strength in his mind, but he found that he couldn't use it this time.
She could clearly feel their existence. What was going on?
The only two people who knew the reason were now spilling blood and tears on the battlefield.
"I advise you to save it. Let me see what the structure of your brain is like."
"Oh, don't think that anyone will come to save you. You were sent here by our king himself."
Bertha recognized the man in the white lab coat. He was a researcher in the field of mental strength. She had even met him before.
He was also the one who told her the method of mental strength cultivation. But what was this person saying now?!
A look of terror appeared in his eyes. Impossible, impossible.
She was a princess. Even if her father wanted to abandon her, he would never allow the other duchies to benefit from it.
"Ah …" Just as Bertha's thoughts were running wild, her scalp was cut open by a knife.
Her scalp was cut open without any treatment. The pain made Bertha struggle even harder.
But the more she struggled, the more her brain hurt. Her thoughts slowed down. Then, she found that the more she struggled, the more painful it was. She couldn't think on her own.
Her lips were bitten beyond recognition. Her fingernails dug into her flesh, and her blood stained the test bench below her.
Her life was slipping away. The pain of being bitten by ants began to spread from her heart to her entire body.
Bertha's eyes bulged out of their sockets. She couldn't care less about the pain in her head. It hurt.
"Ah … Ahhhhhh …"
Shrill screams kept ringing in the laboratory. Gradually, they turned into broken moans and finally returned to silence.
When the research institute stopped, the skull that was cut open was filled with bright colors.
But Bertha, who was lying on the test bench, was still alive. The fact that she didn't die from such an action was thanks to the dozen or so Pearl Mist Flowers in the room.
If it wasn't for them gathering mental strength for Bertha, she probably wouldn't have been able to hold on.
The first time, Bertha thought she would die, but she didn't.
The second time, she thought she would die, but she didn't.
The third time …
The fourth time …
… She couldn't remember how many times. Bertha herself couldn't remember how many years she had been here. She only remembered that her brain was cut open every day to study the mental strength inside.
She didn't understand why her mental strength would stay in her mind so obediently and wait for these people to study it.
Shouldn't it have dispersed long ago?
Bertha, who was lying on the test bench, thought about it aimlessly.
Now, she was only left with a layer of skin and bones. Her bones were even thinner than firewood, and her skin was yellow.
The clear green blood vessels were also protruding from the layer of skin. Under the light, it looked terrifying.
Coupled with her completely sunken eyes, it was impossible to distinguish between black and white. They were all yellow.
There were also those sunken cheeks and a forehead without a cerebral cortex. This image was even more horrifying.
If anyone accidentally barged in, they would definitely be scared to the point of crying or even fainting.
Why wasn't she dead yet? Why wasn't she dead yet? She thought about it many times every day. Why wasn't she dead yet?
A person who didn't even feel pain, but her senses were still there. She was still afraid. Why?
Click. The door of the research institute was opened. Her skinny body immediately stiffened and then naturally began to tremble.
Her tongue was pulled out. She wanted to open her mouth and scream, but she was powerless.
Through her blurry hearing, she felt that someone was getting closer and closer. No, no. She screamed crazily in her heart, but she still couldn't stop the cold blade from piercing into her brain.
Her body was already dehydrated. Even crying was a luxury.
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