Chapter 93 (continued)

I ordered Damala not to kill the unconscious enemies. They belong to a military enterprise, but I think these soldiers are just there for the money, no different from mercenaries in ancient times. They can't decide what their mission is. So, although earning money from kidnapping is very immoral, at most they can be considered accomplices.

Let the Holy Dragon's dragon riders arrest them and put them in prison in a bit.

So, I quickly finished off those mech warriors. I could already see His Majesty the Dragon Emperor's cage ahead, but I became relatively cautious because the live stream hadn't shown it: opposite His Majesty the Dragon Emperor's cage, there were five more mech warriors guarding it. These five mech warriors looked very different; their mechs were somewhat like Ms. Alessia's, with very distinct personal styles. Just by looking at the paint job and design, you could guess that they were expensive. Even someone like me, who knows nothing about mechanics, could come to this conclusion—these were obviously highly skilled and definitely wouldn't be as easy to defeat as those lowly soldiers from before.

I heard the masked man say smugly to His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, "Oh, beautiful Ms. Agnes, I'm still a fan of yours, how about giving me an autograph?"

The Dragon Emperor, with his imposing presence, sat regally in the center of the cage and said arrogantly, "Didn't you see? My Dragon Cavalry Corps has arrived."

"Hmm..." The masked man chuckled. "Do you think it's faster for me to throw you down, or for the Dragon Cavalry Corps to break through my air defenses and come to your rescue? As for those rats in the ruins, they're probably barely clinging to life in the hands of the Annihilator..."

I suggest you play against me first.

--I interrupted.

At that moment, I sensed an incredibly strong aura of terror emanating from the masked man—perhaps it was because of the pact I'd formed with the lich, but I found my perception of the emotions of the living had become exceptionally acute? And at the same time, I could also feel an intense, overwhelming urge—a urge to tear this guy's body apart and bathe in his blood... uh...

"Damala, you're not allowed to use dead people's blood on your face mask!" I said sternly.

Damala was silent for a moment before saying, "Why do you give the same command as your old master after six thousand years? If I didn't know that your old master's lover was a man, I would have thought you were his great-great-great-grandson or something."

Hmm... that's the greatness of tradition! Because my mentor wrote in his notes—"Never let your lich use human blood to make a face mask. It might make a dead person look better, but it's fucking awful! The stench makes me want to destroy the evidence!"

I could still sense a hint of grievance in the lich's emotions, but I was determined not to waver!

"What are you--what--"

When the masked man saw Damala, he couldn't even speak properly for the first time. The five mech warriors immediately raised their guns and swords and pointed them at me.

I looked around, and only these five mech warriors seemed like a real problem. I wasn't sure if this masked man was even capable of fighting, so let's say there are six enemies. I figured he was probably the leader, so I said to him, "Didn't you always think magic was a scourge of the old era?"

The masked man nodded subconsciously, so I continued, "You said before that magic is dangerous. Although I think the wonder of magic is something a self-righteous, short-sighted thug like you can't possibly understand, the second half of your statement is still correct."

I thought for a moment, nodded to him as a compliment, and then said, "You're right, magic does have a certain degree of danger, and unfortunately, I'm the most dangerous type of spellcaster among all those who study magic."

--I have absolute confidence in this point. Even a druid Mourner like Lady Crow, the magic she knows is absolutely not as dangerous as the magic I possess!

"What are you looking at? Take them down!" the masked man roared.

... I was too lazy to correct him. It wasn't "they," it was just me. If you attack a necromancer's undead summons, that would be terrible. How could a living person have the stamina of a dead person? Only by focusing on defeating the necromancer can you win. As for the summons, they will turn on their masters and enslave them after the necromancer is defeated, so you can just avoid them.

So I shook my head in disappointment. The opponent had no experience fighting mages at all, and I guessed that he was far less troublesome than my second teacher.

So I casually lit the Hellfire, and the black flames spread out, covering the entire ground.

Damala planted the banner beside me with a snap, then let out a long, mournful roar that would make even dragons tremble. The earth churned and boiled, and amidst my flames, skeletons struggled to crawl out at Damala's command. Hellfire automatically covered their bones, and their empty eye sockets glowed with a ghostly red light—though they were mindless skeletal minions, under Damala's command, these skeletons, which I used to use as building blocks, actually displayed considerable fighting power.

--Damala is truly a precious legacy left to me by my teacher!

Well, speaking of which, my teacher probably wouldn't mind me sharing his notes with Mel. Although this teacher of mine didn't raise me, and I regret that I didn't have the opportunity to live and study together in a mage tower like Mel and his teacher, Yamier Amir, my teacher's notes still reveal that this teacher, who lived six thousand years ago, despite wielding evil magic and being dangerous and powerful, was still a mage with a very soft heart. This is evident in his undead creatures. If he were a dark and cold-hearted mage, how could his banshees be so flamboyant and lively every day, like they were having a tea party? Besides, his notes saved me six thousand years later.

As I was thinking, I suddenly realized, oh dear... how did I drift off again?

So I quickly Teleportation the cannonballs flying in front of me. Three mech warriors surrounded Damala. These mech warriors were indeed quite strong, and two of them were even skilled in both magic and martial arts!

--That's very strange! How could someone who knows magic be hanging out with Machine Zealots?

Before I could think, a greatsword covered in frost came crashing down. The other mech warrior who attacked me, though he didn't know magic, wielded a sword that looked quite powerful. One hit and I'd be on my way to see my teacher. So I immediately activated Absolute Protection, and a large number of skeleton soldiers surrounded me. The two mechs glowed from their feet and instantly flew into the air, escaping the skeletons and Hellfire.

I frowned, waved my hand, and the Hellfire instantly shot up, tongues of flame chasing after the two mechs.

"Stop! If you don't surrender, you can try and see how hard the Dragon Emperor's head is!"

Suddenly I heard the masked man roaring over there, and then I was surprised to find that this guy was not just all talk; he was also piloting a flying mech, carrying the Dragon Emperor's cage, and yelling at me.

Hmm...

I frowned again, reached out and extinguished the Hellfire that had accidentally burned onto the Dragon Emperor's skirt, and then pondered a solution.

The Dragon Queen was gripping the cage with both hands, her eyes wide open, staring at me intently. I quickly reassured her, "Don't be afraid, I'll save you!"

"... Flame of Fury?" The Dragon Emperor tilted his head and uttered a name that sent shivers down my spine.

... Hmm... Okay, then... it really is me...

"Ah! Praise be to the Radiant Dragon!" the Dragon Queen suddenly cried out, startling us all. Then, she straightened her hair, turned her head abruptly, and said to the air:

"To all viewers in front of your TVs, computer screens, or mobile phones, this is Agnes. Do you remember what I said at the last press conference for the new film 'A Dark Mage Will Come to Love Me'? Yes! I said—if one day in real life, I could actually be saved by a handsome dark mage who descends from the sky with a lich and Hellfire..."

... What!!!

I suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis--