The first to arrive in front of Anqiriel were the dragons that covered the entire sky. Although their skeletal wings seemed to be unable to maintain their balance, they were actually very fast and agile. In the blink of an eye, they had formed a circle around Anqiriel.
Anqiriel paid no attention to these phantom dragons. Instead, she rushed out of the encirclement like a bolt of lightning and flew straight towards the terrifying army of Knights in the distance. Anqiriel's speed was so fast that it seemed as if she was tearing the air apart. The blue barrier also changed shape under the strong wind pressure. Her white battle robes fluttered in the air as her figure left several faint afterimages in the air.
The dragons hurriedly turned around and chased after her. However, their speed was much slower than when they were alive. They simply could not compare to Anqiriel's speed. They could only watch as her figure gradually disappeared into the distance.
Seeing Anqiriel's figure gradually approaching in the distance, the leading Knight stopped moving forward. He stuck the tattered military flag in his hand into the ground and picked up the Knight's gun hanging by his leg. He pointed it diagonally at the sky.
The rest of the Knights continued to gallop. With the leading Knight as the center, they formed a huge army formation. Countless gleaming spears were lined up neatly, as if a steel forest had been erected on the ground out of thin air.
As if they had undergone strict training, these Knights did not make a single sound once they stopped moving. Even the slight clatter of their armor could not be heard. This deathly silence filled the entire abandoned land with an austere atmosphere.
The only sound that could be heard was the whistling of the wind wherever Anqiriel passed.
As if she had suppressed too much anger in her heart, Anqiriel changed her usual gentle and delicate style. Like an incomparably ferocious meteor, she looked at the steel forest on the ground as if it did not exist and ruthlessly crashed into it with a resolute attitude.
Following the huge explosion, smoke and dust rose in all directions. Countless broken bones and broken armor were thrown into the air, and all of them were coated with a thin layer of ice crystals. A violent wave of dust rose hundreds of meters high with Anqiriel as the epicenter before sweeping in all directions. The ground trembled under the huge impact, but the surviving Knights were firmly nailed to the ground and did not move an inch.
The leader of the Dread Knights had two flames dancing in his empty eye sockets, while the rest of the Dread Knights had two red dots in their eyes. From the looks of it, this was the only difference between them.
The Knights did not have high intelligence and could not recall the events of their lives. They could not converse with words and could only rely on mental waves to transmit some simple information. In their usual communication, his subordinates liked to call him Flame, and he tacitly agreed to this name. Although the content of their conversation was always very simple, they never tired of it, so Flame was very familiar with each of his subordinates. The moment the ground began to tremble, Flame clearly sensed that the mental imprints of at least a hundred of his subordinates had disappeared. This was a huge blow to his heart, so much so that five deep finger marks were left on the hard metal handle of his spear. Flame's dark eye sockets flickered with complex emotions. Something seemed to be surging under his ink-black breastplate, ready to gush out at any time.
Compared to other undead creatures, the Knights' attacks were incomparably sharp. However, their seemingly sharp Knight's spears were simply unable to withstand a single blow from Anqiriel's Deep Blue Domain. No matter how sharp the spear's edge was, it could not withstand the extreme temperature. Within the range of the Deep Blue Domain, be it metal or bone, everything became as fragile as air-dried rocks.
When the dust settled, Anqiriel's figure stood there proudly. The area within a hundred meters of her had turned into a blank space. Countless severed limbs of the Knights were mixed in with the eerie white bones, forming a mottled picture of black and white.
In fact, Anqiriel did not need to use such a violent method at all. Although it was extremely lethal, it also meant that her strength was being consumed several times over. However, it could not be denied that although this method was extremely irrational, it was very good for alleviating the anger in Anqiriel's heart.
The nature of every life was different. Some people would always be able to control themselves well when faced with a dangerous situation, trying their best to prevent anger, sorrow, hatred and other negative emotions from affecting their judgement. Han Jin was probably such a person. However, some people would use the most violent method to release all their emotions, and then regain control of their minds. Anqiriel undoubtedly belonged to the latter.
It was just a difference in methods. It was not a matter of superiority or inferiority.
The flames in the eyes of the leader of the Knights burned even more fiercely. He suddenly opened his mouth and let out a soundless roar. The Knight's spear in his hand was pointed at Anqiriel from afar, and then he urged his mount to charge towards Anqiriel.
All the Knights did the exact same thing as the flames. They all pointed their spears at Anqiriel and charged towards her at the same time. It was as if there was an invisible hand in the darkness that was carefully controlling them.
Countless hooves pounded on the plain of bones, producing continuous cracking sounds of bones breaking. Thousands of Knights charged towards Anqiriel like a black tide, carrying with them a soul-stirring momentum.
At this moment, the skeletal dragons had caught up from behind. Several dozen of the fastest and strongest spectral dragons at the front opened their huge mouths at the same time. Streams of pale white dragon breath shot out from their mouths and shot towards Anqiel in unison.
Anqiriel flew up. According to her calculations, she would at most be affected by the aftershocks of the dragon breaths. To her, this kind of damage was completely negligible.
However, at this moment, an incomparably powerful mental wave suddenly came from the depths of the Abandoned Land and violently barged into Anqiriel's mental world. Mental attacks were the most primitive and also the most powerful attack of a Lich. However, to a demigod powerhouse, even Denver's mental attack could not cause any substantial damage to Anqiriel. At most, it would cause her to feel dizzy for a moment.
However, Anqiriel was fighting against countless undead creatures. Even a second of delay would cause her damage that could not be ignored. The momentary chaos in her mental world caused Anqiriel's figure to unavoidably pause in midair. The direct result of this was that the dozens of spectral dragons' dragon breaths all bombarded her body.
Fortunately, Anqiriel still retained a trace of clarity. At this critical moment, she condensed her domain to the extreme. Even so, she was still violently shaken. Amidst the violent explosion and dazzling light, Anqiriel's figure was heavily smashed to the ground. Countless ripples appeared on the mirror-like aqua blue screen of light. It constantly distorted in shape, as if it would collapse in the next moment.
Several Knights who had rushed too close to the front were smashed by Anqiriel, who fell from the sky. They immediately exploded along with their horses, turning into countless flying fragments. Then, the white bone ground beneath the Knight's feet was also hit by Anqiriel. Amidst a loud boom, countless bone fragments flew all over the sky like a gray rainstorm.
A circular pit with a diameter of nearly a hundred meters and a depth of dozens of meters appeared where Anqiriel fell. Bone fragments fell from the sky, forming a thick layer at the bottom of the pit in the blink of an eye.
In the next moment, a ray of aqua blue brilliance shot up from the bottom of the pit. Like a comet, it traversed a distance of several hundred meters in an instant. The dark blue domain that had been enveloping her all this time bombarded a spectral dragon that was about seventy to eighty meters long.
The spectral dragon's skull, which was originally incomparably hard, became as fragile as tofu under Anqiriel's domain. Even its entire head began to disintegrate and shatter. A dazzling red light appeared before Anqiriel's eyes, and the red light was still pulsating.
Without the slightest hesitation, Anqielle flicked a blue water droplet from her hand. The fireball seemed to have anticipated its tragic end and let out a wail similar to a miserable shriek. However, the moment the water droplet collided with the red light, the miserable shriek came to an abrupt end. The spirit dragon's broken body seemed to have been drained of its last bit of strength as it fell to the ground in disarray.
The reason why Anqiriel had bypassed the dragons and launched an attack on the terrifying Knight army that was further away was because she couldn't bear to do so. Although she had become an undead creature, they were still her clansmen who had once breathed the same air as her. No matter what, Anqiriel couldn't bear to do so.
However, the moment she was hit by the dragon's breath, Anqiriel came to a realization. Becoming an undead creature and struggling at death's door under Denver's control was probably not a way that the once proud dragons wanted to live. Completely rescuing them from Denver's hands was the best way to mourn for her clansmen who had passed away a long time ago.
Anqiriel even vaguely sensed that the moment her soulfire was extinguished, she vaguely felt a sense of joy and relief.
I will help you, Anqiriel silently said in her heart. She raised her head and looked into the depths of the abandoned land. There was still a monster that had to be eradicated!
From the moment Anqiriel rushed into the sky to the moment the spectral dragon fell, only a few seconds had passed. By the time the other spectral dragons reacted, their companion's corpse had already fallen to the ground.
The dragons frantically surged towards Anqiriel. Dozens of dragon's breaths that emitted the aura of death crisscrossed in the air, weaving into a deadly giant net that enveloped Anqiriel from all directions.
For some reason, Denver didn't release any mental attacks this time. Without any interference, Anqiriel easily dodged the attacks of the dragons with her astonishing speed. Her figure plummeted rapidly, but what met her below was countless terrifying Knights leaping high into the air. Their spears that flickered with a cold light sealed off Anqiriel's escape routes like vipers. The terrifying Knights who were a little further away hurled their Knight's Spears at Anqiriel, cutting off any possibility of her escaping through the air.
The attacks from all directions were all locked onto Anqiriel's figure. In this situation, there seemed to be no better way for her than to break through. If Anqiriel raised the power of her domain to the maximum again, she might be able to break out of the encirclement easily. However, she had already lost a considerable amount of power in the battle, and was no longer as angry as she was at the beginning. Anqiriel knew very well what Denver was up to. He just wanted to use these undead creatures to exhaust her strength.
In an instant, Anqiriel made her choice. Her figure rushed straight towards the Knight's Spears that whistled through the air like a dark cloud. Before the Knight's Spears could get close to Anqiriel, they were slowed down by the extremely cold air current. By the time they hit the light screen, they could only penetrate a few inches before losing their momentum. At the same time, the Spears were covered with thin blue ice crystals, which then bounced into the air with Anqiriel's momentum.
After rushing out of the rain of Spears, Anqiriel didn't stop for a moment. She continued to fly forward, heading straight for the leader of the Knights, Flame. Anqiriel had long recognized that this Knight who had appeared with the battle flag at the beginning was the leader of the legion.
When the Knights realized Anqiriel's intention, they immediately burst into anger. They leapt up one after another in an attempt to stop Anqiriel, but how could such a small scale attack stop Anqiriel? In the blink of an eye, Anqiriel had broken a path through the Knight's formation.
Flame didn't seem to have any intention of retreating when he saw Anqiriel rushing towards him at lightning speed. He still stood firmly in place, but the tip of the Knight's Spear in his hand kept swaying with Anqiriel's figure in an extremely small amplitude. Flame, who wasn't very intelligent, didn't know why he was making such a strange movement, but his intuition told him that this would help him lock onto the enemy better.
Anqiriel was slanting towards the ground from the air. When she reached Flame, the Knight in front of him could attack her without even standing in place. The dense formation finally slowed down Anqiriel's speed. Blue light flashed on Anqiriel's body, and the curtain of light shrouding her body expanded in an instant. Then, it suddenly returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
But in the blink of an eye, dozens of Terror Knights were turned into ice statues. When Anqiriel's figure brushed past them, the pressure of the wind caused the statues to shatter, turning them into ice cubes on the ground.
Finally, there was not a single Knight left standing between Anqiriel and Flame. Anqiriel continued to rush forward, and the domain surrounding her was like a giant dark blue cannonball, crashing straight into Flame.
After witnessing the death of the phantom dragon, Flame should have known the consequences of being hit by the dark blue domain. No matter how tough the body of the Knight was, it couldn't be compared to that of the phantom dragon.
But unexpectedly, Flame didn't retreat. Instead, he advanced. The Knight's Spear in his hand cut through the air, bringing with it a shrill whistle as it pierced towards Anqiriel. He was going all out.
Anqiriel sneered. At the same time, she increased her speed, completely ignoring the opponent's attack. This was the difference between a demigod and an ordinary warrior at the pinnacle. The domain itself could release the strongest attack, but it could also maintain the strongest defence.
When the two were only a few dozen meters apart, a thick cloud of blood mist exploded from Flame's body. The skeletons in the vicinity rolled in all directions like a tide. Even the dozens of Knight behind Flame were sent flying, drawing arcs in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground.
In the next moment, Flame had already collided with the dark blue domain. The outcome was as expected. The spear broke and the blade flew. The only thing that surprised Anqiriel was that the huge force carried by Flame's charge was beyond her expectations. Although it didn't penetrate Anqiriel's domain, the strong rebounding force caused Anqiriel to involuntarily take a step back.
The aqua blue light instantly covered Blazing Flame's entire body. Blazing Flame's muscular body was sent flying into the air. He and his horse were thrown nearly a hundred meters away, crashing into a group of Dread Knights who were standing behind them.
However, Anqiriel, who had succeeded in her attack, looked at the terrifying Knight leader who was struggling to get up from the ground with a surprised expression.
Anqiriel could clearly see that the moment her domain came into contact with the opponent's body, wisps of black mist rose from the terrifying Knight's body, constantly eroding the blue ice crystals covering his body. Although the effect wasn't obvious, Anqiriel believed that her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. The mist was indeed slowly but firmly resisting the chill she was emitting.
Flame finally staggered to his feet. His entire body was emitting wisps of mist. The helmet covering his face had long disappeared, and two weak red lights were still stubbornly jumping in his dark eye sockets. The armor that originally covered his entire body had also been peeled off and shattered, hanging on his body in tattered pieces. He looked incomparably miserable.
From time to time, shards of blue light would fall off from Flame's body, falling to the ground with crisp sounds and shattering into countless small pieces. All of this showed that the damage Anqiriel inflicted on the terrifying Knight leader wasn't as simple as it seemed.
Anqiriel was really surprised. She knew very well how powerful that attack was. Not to mention a terrifying Knight, even a phantom dragon wouldn't be able to stand up after taking such a heavy blow.
What was even more strange was that Flame was still tightly holding onto the broken Knight's spear, or rather, a slightly longer stick, even after suffering such a violent blow. Then, Flame moved. He slowly and persistently walked towards Anqiriel. With every step he took, fragments would fall from his body. The black mist rising from his body would sometimes be completely submerged by the blue ice crystals, but at other times, he stubbornly opened up a small space for himself.
The rest of the Dread Knights did not stop their leader from committing suicide. Instead, they followed behind Flame in silence. However, the stifling silence was more soul-stirring than the screams of the Dread Knights.
Anqiriel looked at the Knight's staggering footsteps and his tottering figure, and finally thought of a possibility. Although she didn't want to believe it, there was no better explanation.
"I really didn't expect you to have already touched the door to a domain." Anqiriel's gaze was complicated. From the perspective of an undead creature, the terrifying Knight leader in front of her had every right to be proud. He was even more outstanding than most dragons.
Flame opened his mouth, but didn't make any sound. However, Anqiriel inexplicably sensed a roar that originated from the depths of his soul. It was a mix of anger, despair, grief, and even a trace of joy.
Anqiriel was astonished. How could an undead creature that couldn't even open its mouth to speak have such complex thoughts?
Flame finally approached, raising the Knight's spear in his hand and thrusting it towards Anqiriel's Deep Blue Domain. Perhaps Flame had used up all his strength, but in Anqiriel's opinion, such an attack wouldn't hurt her even if it was magnified a few hundred times.
Looking at the two red lights that were about to extinguish in Flame's eyes, Anqiriel suddenly understood why he was so conflicted. Undead creatures couldn't resist their master's orders after they were created. Such a fate might not be a bad thing for low-ranked magical creatures that didn't have any thoughts of their own, but for others, it was an absolutely unacceptable fate.
They didn't want to accept it, but they couldn't resist it either. Thus, they could only spend endless years in conflict.
Half of the spear in Flame's hand pierced the light screen and slid down weakly. Then, he tried to raise it again …
Anqiriel sighed and slowly stretched out her hand. "It's all over now. Death is the best ending for you." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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