"You absolutely cannot do this!"
"But, but, teacher...!"
Faced with the warning from the Blood Clan before her, Artimasia spoke uneasily.
"Even Walter has died in battle! He was the strongest of the Wing Bloodline!"
"So you want to save him?"
"That’s right!"
Artimasia possessed such Strength; as the Wing King, she beca the most powerful of the Dragon Kings, wielding the ability to manipulate ti. She could pause and engage in Ti Retrospection, reverting everything to its previous state. Even those who were killed could be restored as before under her imnse Strength.
Especially her Blood Clan.
But........
"But doing so will consu a huge amount of Magic Power, and the northern city is quite far away! It’s possible that using this once could kill you!"
Indeed, Artimasia, at the end of the day, was not a Deity, but rely a Dragon King. She could engage in Ti Retrospection, and stop ti, but all these required a vast consumption of Magic Power. And the larger the range, the greater the consumption. The location where the Thunder Claw Dragon died was in the northern border city, far from the Royal City, and if Artimasia intended to unleash Ti Retrospection here, it would undoubtedly cover half the nation.
The Magic Power consud in this act would thoroughly and completely end her.
Artimasia could rush over herself, but the more ti passed, the more Magic Power would be consud.
Thus, she was now saying she was entirely helpless.
"Please calm down! The current situation is unclear, and what we can do is very limited. First, send soone to conduct Scouting, to figure out what exactly happened there. Or......"
At this point, the dragon head was silent for a mont.
"We can temporarily retreat."
"No."
However, Artimasia resolutely shook her head.
"Destroying this nation is the Dragon God’s command, and I must fulfill the will of the Dragon God!"
".........."
Looking at the resolute Artimasia, the dragon head sighed silently. In truth, not every mber of the Blood Clan maintained respect for the Dragon God. Or, to say, having such a devout faith for the Dragon God and willing to sacrifice everything for it, only this generation’s Wing King exhibited.
If you replaced her with other Blood Lords, they probably would have thrown in the towel long ago. Either seek out the beginning of the anomaly or simply run away; the Dragon Kings had no loyalty to the Dragon God.
However, only she, like a Holy Woman, remained here.
No matter how sad or fearful she was right now, her pure, devout faith in the Dragon God drove her to endure everything and stay here.
To fulfill the Dragon God’s order, to destroy this nation, slaughter all Humans here.
She would sacrifice everything, even herself.
"Advance the plan."
Artimasia took a deep breath and then decided. The original plan was ten days later, waiting for more people to co to the Royal City, and then killing them thoroughly. But now, the situation has changed, and it is not a good change. So, looking at the current situation, continuing the original plan was not feasible anymore.
"Then, Blood Lord, please don’t forget our agreent."
"Teacher, is this really okay?"
Looking at the dragon head before her, Artimasia anxiously inquired, the dragon head before her was a very experienced Wing Bloodline mber, even before Artimasia beca the Dragon King, it was here. It also taught Artimasia everything about the Wing King, so she called it teacher.
Of course, with the increase in age, this teacher had beco much weaker, and now it could only parasitize others using this dragon head.
However, when implenting this plan, the teacher offered a condition to Artimasia, hoping she would provide the blood of fifty thousand people in the Royal City to him, so he could at least restore five percent of his power.
Originally, this was an insurance, but....now that the strongest fighting force of the Wing Bloodline has been annihilated, even his aged bones needed to fight.
"Of course, it is my mission, Blood Lord. Rest assured, no matter what, I will ensure you complete your mission."
"Thank you, teacher."
Looking at the dragon head before her, Artimasia was filled with tears, thinking how fortunate she was, to have such loyal subordinates willing to sacrifice everything for her. And continuing to cry here was not a solution anymore.
".........The plan starts tonight."
Artimasia reached out her hand, wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"Before that, I want to take one more look at this city---see them one last ti, imprint their images firmly in my mind, let them die peacefully, that’s the only thing I can do."
"Yes, Blood Lord."
The train emitted steam and slowly stopped at the station, as the door opened, Duanmu Huai and Hei Chuan Chi Yin stepped out of the carriage.
"Honestly, I find it very strange."
"I can understand."
Facing Hei Chuan Chi Yin’s sentint as she looked around, Duanmu Huai felt the sa. Clearly, the attire of the people around was similar to the dieval tis, with Guards and Adventurers wielding Long Spears, Longswords, and rifled guns, yet there was still a train you could take, the whole feeling was off.
How to put it, it felt like...
"We really aren’t in so film studio, are we?"
Well, it’s understandable that Hei Chuan Chi Yin would have such thoughts.
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