anwhile.
Just as Aster Grant and his group were about to reach the territory of the Angel Race, a sudden change occurred unexpectedly.
"Master, sothing’s happening up ahead!"
Lazuli suddenly stopped alertly, her wings slightly unfolding.
Looking in the direction Lazuli indicated, they saw a group of the Demon Clan in a mad chase after a bizarre-looking species.
The beings being hunted had twisted forms, with skin in a strange blue-gray hue, and sharp bone spikes growing at their limb joints...
This was a race Aster Grant had never seen before.
"Lazuli, do you know them?"
The Little Angel gently shook her head, her eyes filled with the sa confusion:
"I’ve never seen a species like that..."
Aster Grant imdiately asked Lilith in the Beastbond Space through their spiritual link.
At this mont, the Progenitor of the Vampires was lazily lying on a branch of the Tree of Life.
"Lilith, do you recognize the species being chased outside?"
"Hmm..." Lilith swung her feet nonchalantly, "No impression."
Hearing Lilith’s answer, Aster Grant felt a bit at a loss.
Even Lilith, who had lived for thousands of years, had never seen them.
But regardless, since the Demon Clan was hunting them,
Aster Grant had a reason to intervene.
"Lazuli, save them!"
"Yes, Master!"
A cold light flashed in Lazuli’s eyes, and her ten wings spread wide, turning into a golden streak that rushed towards the battlefield.
At this mont, the battle was extrely fierce.
A group of Oceanic Clan Warriors was fighting desperately against the pursuit of the Demon Clan.
They looked strange, but each faced death fearlessly.
"Your Highness, run ahead! We’ll cover you!"
The Oceanic Clan Warriors knew they couldn’t win, yet they continued to charge into the Demon Clan’s formations relentlessly.
Whenever they were exhausted, they would unhesitatingly self-destruct to delay the pursuers.
The Commander of the Demon Clan saw this, and with a cold smile, gestured:
"Slow down the pursuit!"
"There’s no need to throw our lives away after this pack of stray dogs that can’t escape."
His cold gaze swept over the battlefield, "We’ve already obtained the Oceanic Clan’s Divine Pattern, just encircle them slowly."
"As you command!"
The demon soldiers imdiately rearranged their formations, no longer pursuing fiercely but starting to thodically tighten the encirclent.
This cat-and-mouse tactic plunged the Oceanic Clan into even deeper despair.
Princess Alia looked around at her wounded kin protecting her and felt a piercing pain in her heart.
She trembled as she held the elderly Turtle Clan Elder nearby:
"Grandpa Turtle... you all go... don’t mind ..."
Tears streaked her blue face: "Mother died in battle... the Sea King’s Palace has fallen... I have... nowhere to go..."
The old Turtle Clan Elder’s shell was full of cracks, yet he still steadfastly stood in front of the princess:
This elder, whom Alia lovingly called "Grandpa Turtle," had served the rfolk Royal Family for generations, witnessing the Oceanic Clan’s rise and fall over centuries.
Looking at the young princess, the elder’s wrinkled face showed deep heartache.
Princess Alia was still so young, and she should have been growing up carefree in the Coral Palace, but now she had to bear the fate of her entire race.
"Lia, don’t say foolish things."
Grandpa Turtle’s voice was hoarse but determined as his rough hand gently stroked the princess’s sea-blue hair.
"As long as Grandpa Turtle has breath, I won’t let you be hard."
The elder looked up at the approaching Demon Clan, a bright light flashing in his cloudy eyes:
"The Oceanic Clan may be gone, but you still live. As long as the bloodline of the rfolk Royal Family continues, one day, we will revive the glory of the Oceanic Clan!"
He suddenly pushed Alia towards the north:
"Run to the Angel Race’s territory! It’s safe there!"
Turning to face the incoming tide of demons, Grandpa Turtle’s eyes sparked with a raging fury.
It was these demons who destroyed the peaceful Undersea Kingdom and slew the kind His Majesty, the Sea King.
If not for needing to protect the young princess, he would have perished on the battlefield with the forr king.
"Warriors of the Oceanic Clan!"
"Today, even if with teeth, with our lives, we must carve a path for the princess!"
"To death we follow!"
The remaining Oceanic Clan warriors shouted in unison.
Princess Alia’s innocent face was covered with tears.
"Grandpa Turtle... everyone..."
The ten-year-old princess’s voice trembled uncontrollably, "I’m sorry!"
At an age supposed to be playing in the coral gardens, she had lost her entire world in a single day.
Her mother’s warm embrace, the Sea King’s Palace, and now even the last of her protective clan were leaving her.
The Commander of the Demon Clan saw, and a cruel curve appeared at his mouth:
"How laughable."
He looked down upon the defeated soldiers, "If you manage to escape today, I shall present my head to the Demon God!"
At his command, the eyes of all the demons filled with a fierce light.
Yet, none of the Oceanic Clan warriors flinched.
"For the Oceanic Clan!"
Grandpa Turtle roared, his murky eyes now bright as stars.
All the Oceanic Clan warriors let out a resounding battle cry, ready to use their lives to pave a path for the princess.
At this critical mont, a fiery red streak broke through the sky—
"Boom—!!"
Accompanied by a deafening explosion, Lazuli enveloped in the Fire of Destruction descended from the sky, its terrifying force of impact creating a ten-ter-diater crater in the center of the battlefield.
The violent shockwave sent sand and stones flying for hundreds of ters, freezing both sides in their tracks.
As the dust settled, Aster Grant stood calmly beside Lazuli, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.
Three Demon Lords of Half-step Totem Level and several Monarch Level demons.
Overall strength, it was just average.
As his gaze shifted to the other side, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
Shrimp Clan, Crab Clan, Clamfolk, Turtle Clan....
In the center of this group of sea creatures, a small, delicate girl was trembling.
Her sea-blue hair scattered like seaweed, her tear-filled eyes with a hint of panic.
Aster Grant’s gaze locked onto this little girl, and a system panel imdiately appeared:
[Alia]
[Race: rmaid (Royal Bloodline)]
[Level: Extraordinary Tier One]
[Talent: Myth Five Stars]
[Power: 500]
[Constitution: 500]
[Spiritual: 1000]
[Speed: 500]
[Skills: Song of the Deeps, rmaid Protection, Sea Blessing]
[Description: One of the special races! It is said the rfolk Clan can bring good luck]
Seeing the system panel’s introduction, Aster Grant’s pupils narrowed, and he was imnsely astonished.
"The rfolk Clan? And it’s a royal bloodline..."
What surprised him more was the system’s special description...
Capable of bringing good luck!
This was the first ti Aster Grant had seen the system provide such an explanation!
"Interesting..."
A keen light flashed in Aster Grant’s eyes, and he imdiately decided to save this little one.
Regardless of whether the system’s words were true or not, the uniqueness alone was worth his intervention.
anwhile, the Commander of the Demon Clan was frowning as he examined the suddenly arrived Lazuli.
"Angel Race?"
"Get lost! For the sake of your clan leader, I can spare you today."
This Commander of the Demon Clan mistakenly thought Lazuli was a mber of the Angel Race.
Hence, he wore an expression of slight disdain, urging Lazuli to leave.
But the commander’s words plunged the Oceanic Clan into instant despair.
Previously, seeing an angel appear in the battlefield center, they thought they’d encountered their savior.
Unexpectedly...
The Angel Race was in league with the Demon Clan.
Damn it!
"Protect the Princess!"
The remaining Oceanic Clan warriors imdiately changed direction, their sharp bone spikes pointed at Lazuli and Aster Grant.
However, in the center of their protection, Alia looked with tearful big eyes unwaveringly at Aster Grant.
The young rmaid princess instinctively felt this human big brother emitted a warm aura.
She had a hunch, this human brother was not a bad person.
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