“L-Look over there…!”
“It’s a dragon!”
“And… and those monsters that appeared at the Raifurut residence…!”
“Oh my god…”
Everyone in the Imperial Palace, seeing Yulin descending from the sky and the eleven Legendary Demon Lord Larvae roaring, was shocked.
Even Rockto and Saliro, locked in battle, changed their expressions.
“That dragon…” Rockto recognized Yulin, his face filled with shock. Having seen her in the Royal Capital, he recognized her immediately and was stunned by the pressure she exuded.
“Limit Level…” Yulin’s true strength was revealed.
Saliro’s face darkened. He wasn’t familiar with the Demon Lord Larvae, but seeing the Limit Level black dragon and the Legendary monsters, he suddenly felt insignificant in this battle.
As one of the two Legendary-level experts in the Empire, Saliro thought he was Mara’s trump card.
Now, it seemed he wasn’t even qualified to participate in the main battle.
“Where did all these monsters come from?” Saliro was furious.
Tilly and Geno also noticed this scene, one shocked, the other trembling and retreating.
Only now did those involved realize the level of the battlefield they were on, the kind of vortex they were caught in.
But they didn’t know that the true horror was yet to come.
Mara, enveloped in death aura, rose into the air, looking down at the Imperial Palace with an indifferent expression.
She held someone in her hand.
“I… Imperial Consort…?” Wolram looked at the indifferent Mara, a hint of fear rising in his heart.
Mara ignored him, looked down, and sent death aura plummeting downwards like a waterfall.
It wasn’t aimed at Shien, but at the entire Imperial Palace, as if trying to erase it from the map, unleashing a storm of death aura.
“Swoosh!”
Shien teleported, appearing before the death aura descending like an avalanche, realizing he couldn’t advance further.
“Knowing I can’t ignore the Imperial Palace being destroyed, you’re attacking the entire palace to force me to respond and prevent me from using teleportation to attack you directly, right?”
Shien saw through Mara’s intentions, clicking his tongue, but he still had to act.
“[Bestowal: Annihilation].”
Shien used the most destructive Bestowal Magic to counter the incoming death aura.
The death aura was annihilated by the magic power, constantly disappearing.
From afar, it looked like the massive black avalanche descending from the sky was melting at an astonishing speed before reaching the palace, as if touching an invisible sun.
Mara, seemingly ignoring this, continued to unleash the death aura torrent, her aura terrifying.
Shien continued to counter her attack.
Completely unaware that Mara was talking to Wolram.
“You have one last clone left to create with your [Devouring Hand, Divided Self], right?” Mara asked Wolram, her face expressionless.
“Y… yes,” Wolram replied, unsure why she asked, but not daring to disobey.
Mara continued,
“I remember that to create a specific clone with that Unique Skill, you must touch the target with your finger and consume their flesh and blood after killing them personally. So even if you have their flesh and blood, you can’t create a clone of someone you didn’t kill personally, right?”
“Y… yes, Your Imperial Consort,” Wolram quickly lowered his head respectfully, “That’s why I can’t create a clone of Diere Elvenbein, and I requested Your Imperial Consort to let me personally…”
Wolram couldn’t finish his sentence.
Mara interrupted him.
“Create a clone of Diere Elvenbein now,” she said in an unquestionable tone.
“Huh?” Wolram was stunned.
Mara ignored his reaction and threw something to him.
It was a horn, a horn that wasn’t unfamiliar to Wolram.
“Is this Diere Elvenbein’s horn?” Wolram looked at the horn in his hand, stunned.
“Use it,” Mara said indifferently, “It was cut off from Diere Elvenbein, a part of her body, her flesh and blood, her organ, her limb. It should be enough for your Unique Skill.”
Wolram’s Unique Skill only required the target’s flesh and blood, not their entire body. Therefore, even just a part was enough to fulfill the condition.
“But… but I still have to kill her personally,” Wolram said, at a loss.
Mara had a plan.
“I can use my necromancy to transform a part of the death aura under my control into Diere Elvenbein’s death aura and inject it into your body.”
Mara finally turned to Wolram.
“By doing this, we should be able to create the condition of ‘you personally killing Diere Elvenbein,’ allowing you to fulfill the requirement for creating a clone.”