Yu Lian watched in amazement.
Was Brunhild at the third or fourth ring now? Either way, she was still at the level of a mid-ranking psionic. Put simply, she was about as strong as the leader of a four-person combat unit in the Starrealm Knights.
A full-fledged knight of the Starrealm Knights like her could turn the tide of a battle single-handedly, become the "other people's child" of high society, and add another chapter to the history of an ancient imperial house—perhaps even securing its honor for several more generations. Yet before an old fiend like the Duke of the Past, she was no more than a foot soldier.
The heroines who had come with her were no different. They weren't future pillars of the Empire from another timeline; they were all still growing "foot soldiers." By rights, they shouldn't have been able to enter a dungeon of this level.
Under normal circumstances, the Duke of the Past could kill this young Dragon King and her friends in at least nine different ways within three minutes, and put an end to a glorious age of the Empire.
At least nine!
But this Eredar elf, who had weathered countless storms, had backed down. He stood rooted to the spot, his expression shifting as he watched King Suliuka wreathed in dragonfire. Even the spiritual power that had filled the entire space moments ago was beginning to recede.
"I never imagined that a young Dragon King would be the one to drive me into such a desperate corner. I never thought I'd meet you today... This is quite the occasion! Your Highness Brunhild, you should remember who you are now." He sighed, his tone calm, but his words carried a deep, ominous implication, as if concealing some unknown poison.
Then he glanced at