The red and white torrents of magic power clashed like two laser swords. However, when the blades t, they didn't lock in a duel like usual fencing but instead engaged in a standoff.
Perhaps it was because both sides were Talented Ones with Dragon's Breath; both dragons' breaths were powerful, leading to a temporary stalemate. It was like a tug of war, sotis with the red side gaining advantage, and at other tis, the white side taking the lead.
However, this stalemate didn't last too long. After all, this battle wasn't only between two dragons. On the ground, atop the Red Baron Dragon's head, Camilla had already opened the Iron Maiden beside her.
The so-called Iron Maiden was an iron box with a human-shaped contour. Usually, the outside of the box would depict the image of a woman, but the inside was lined with sharp iron spikes.
This was a cruel torture device. When a prisoner was placed inside the box and the lid closed, the spikes would pierce the prisoner's body.
The spikes were designed carefully so that they wouldn't directly hit vital organs. The prisoner wouldn't die imdiately but would continuously bleed and weaken, eventually dying from blood loss if left in such a state.
The device's terrifying aspect was its ability to let the prisoner experience the pain of being pierced all over and the slow progression towards death.
Of course, this was truly frightening for mortals, but for witches, it wasn't much of a threat. It was more often used as a sealing tool, such as when Spider Teacher sealed Duke Vanzo with it.
Nevertheless, the First Marquis Lady's magic wand was actually this kind of Iron Maiden.
This surprised Dorothy. Although she knew that witches had all sorts of strange magic wands, she hadn't expected this aunt to use such a tool as a wand.
How could one cast spells with this thing?
She was curious in her heart.
The next mont, her doubts were answered.
As the Iron Maiden, modeled after her aunt, opened from the middle and swung open, Dorothy suddenly felt a wave of inexplicable dizziness.
"Oh no..."
The Hobody Witch was horrified.
She was all too familiar with this dizziness, which was her "motion sickness" reaction every ti she passed through a portal.
Soone had used Spatial Magic on her.
Dorothy imdiately realized this, but it seed too late.
re monts ago, she had been standing atop the White Night Dragon's head. In the blink of an eye, her view shifted to the Iron Maiden's doors, slowly closing.
The outer surfaces of those doors appeared as a beautiful Holy Order woman, but behind them were densely packed iron spikes, unsettling to even get a glimpse of.
Sohow, she had already ended up inside the Iron Maiden box.
"Damn..."
Dorothy only had ti to curse angrily before her entire body was pierced by the spikes, bleeding profusely.
She was super afraid of pain, after all.
Fortunately, at the mont the door closed, the Hobody Witch, as usual, redirected all her pain to Little Four. Thus, outside, the White Dragon, engaged in a standoff, suddenly shuddered, its Dragon's Breath wavering and almost overwheld by the opposing Red Dragon's Breath.
Lucky for her, the Fairy King had borne the brunt of this burden for years, accustod to the errant nature of her corporeal form. She transford her anger into strength, her Dragon's Breath growing more frenzied, turning the tide once again.
However, inside the Iron Maiden, the Hobody Witch seed to be in dire straits.
Once the Iron Maiden closed, the internal space was as small as an iron coffin. Dorothy felt herself plumt sharply and then found herself in a vast, blood-red space.
At this mont, countless blood-red spears pierced through her body from all angles, pinning her in mid-air.
Below in the space, Aunt Camilla's figure silently appeared.
"The victory is clear—this is my domain space that I've woven over countless years. Although it's still missing the Law of Ti and can't be considered a complete world, it's not far off. Here, you won't have any chances."
The cold voice of the First Marquis Lady declared.
She had chosen the Iron Maiden as a magic wand because, as a Spatial Mage, she needed adequate space to establish her personal domain.
Legends say the Immortals of the ancient Eastern Universe could place personal spaces within their sleeves, capturing all foes with a flick. There were Buddhas who could refine space into their grasp, creating a Buddhist Kingdom in their palms.
Although the Western Universe lacked the profound heritage of the Eastern Universe, Camilla aspired toward that direction. The coffin-like interior space of the Iron Maiden was just enough to set up her domain.
This punishnt space was her domain, nourished by her magic for millennia, infused with her entire magical foundation.
If she could one day break through the limit and beco a Sage, this space would transform into a complete world with her power.
Even now, despite not undergoing tamorphosis, its strength was no less than a typical large world.
Within this punishnt domain, Camilla was the Lord of the World. Every move she made was empowered by the world itself; opposing her was akin to opposing the entire world.
Therefore, if the Iron Maiden could capture the enemy, for her, the contest was already decided.
However, Camilla slightly furrowed her brow.
She discovered that her magic power still remained at 600,000 mana. Typically, once within this punishnt space, any abnormal states should have been dispelled by the Power of the World, restoring her to her peak condition.
Yet now, for so reason, the bizarre power the man outside wielded had rendered her domain unable to dispel it.
Still, it was enough. Capturing this Miss Magician would an her father, the man outside, would not dare act rashly.
So, she looked up again at the blood-spear-pierced adversary.
Surprisingly, that individual was neither panicked nor shaken but was instead smiling at her.
A battle-honed instinct told the First Marquis Lady that sothing was off. There was likely foul play involved.
Indeed, as she prepared to guard against any threat, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest.
Glancing down, she saw a Serpent Staff Sword had pierced through her heart from behind, its serpent-tail-like blade glinting coldly.
At the sa ti, a voice whispered beside her ear, close enough that she felt the heat of its breath.
"What made you think you'd already controlled ?"
Camilla looked up, bewildered once more.
If the magician was behind her, then who had she captured?
The Hobody Witch, gently smiling, who was supposedly pierced by countless red spears, dissipated like the wind.
Behind the First Marquis Lady, Dorothy, bloodied, grinned wildly as she twisted the Serpent Staff Sword, shredding her aunt's heart.
Unfortunately, this seed to have little effect since the Vampire Clan Witch was renowned for her resilience.
The heart-shattered Camilla helplessly fell to the ground, but her corpse swiftly lted into blood and beca part of the blood-red space. Then, not far away beneath the spear array, a graceful figure began to arise.
It was yet another Camilla.
"tamorphosis? Fascinating magic."
The First Marquis Lady clapped her hands admiringly, sincerely appreciating the trick.
The Dracula Family mbers all possessed their own Blood Rivers, and her Blood River had rged into this space. She had just lost a single life, and she had countless lives to spare.
As long as this punishnt space remained intact, she was immortal and still in control.
She casually plucked a long spear from the spear array beside her.
She acknowledged that the magician's Illusion Technique was indeed impressive but knew the sa trick would not fool her a second ti.
"Let's begin again," she said.
Opposite her, Dorothy saw the scene and laughed again. She nonchalantly swung the Serpent Staff Sword a few tis, flicking off the blood with a Blood Shake, then reverted the wand to its cane form, shifting her grip.
It was a spear grip.
"I didn't expect Miss Camilla to enjoy playing with spears. Coincidentally, I have a spear technique of my own. May I ask for your guidance?"
The Hobody Witch said.
Curse Forbidden Across Worlds — Doomsday Requiem Spear. Initiating.
On the opposite side, Camilla, who had been confident, suddenly changed her expression.
... In great shock, the aunt was ...
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