Chương 116: Cinderella's Counterattack

Huh? Huh!

Wuhu!

After a few seconds of frantic activity, Richard managed to grab Grace's back.

Feeling the fierce wind rushing past him, he couldn't help but shout.

Am I riding a dragon?

I actually rode a dragon!

Although saying this during battle is a bit inappropriate, it feels so good!

Grace, sensing Richard's excitement, flapped her wings and said, "Do you like it? If you have the chance, you can come again!"

Richard shielded his eyes from the wind with his arm and looked down to ask, "Really? Shouldn't you dragons be quite concerned about this?"

Grace replied, "I'm an outcast among dragons, so it doesn't bother me. Zoya, on the other hand, seems to care. She's already finished scolding your parents and is about to scold your grandparents."

3 Richard shrugged.

Let her be. Anyway, I was an orphan born in a women's bathhouse, and my family members were not chosen by me.

At this moment, Grace added, "Alright, the fun time is over. I'm about to catch up, so you should get ready."

"That vampire is very powerful. I can't actually beat him in human form, but I'm more confident in dragon form. However, it would be inconvenient to take care of you then, since you're still a bit too small for me right now. Anyway, you have to be careful."

Richard put on a stern face, nodded seriously, and began to replenish his Vajra Shield and Inspirational Melody.

He had previously used his Eye of Insight to observe the vampire and knew that the guy, like Ravenna, was a mage who also served as a warrior, and that his total level had reached 14.

He is far more formidable than Harald, Ravenna, and Elijah whom we have encountered before; he is an absolute formidable foe!

We must not let our guard down!

In front.

Having reverted to her vampire form, Vespera, who was running away flapping her bat wings, also saw Richard and Grace behind her.

Then his eyeballs almost fell to the ground.

No, how can there be a dragon?!

It's the most terrifying red dragon ever!

How... how can he fight like this?

Unaware that Grace couldn't unleash her full power, Vespera was filled with fear and could only squeeze out the remaining strength to try and fly faster.

We're almost at the edge of the world in the painting.

There are secret teleportation arrays built by vampires there.

Once he gets there, he can escape with the fragments of Elsa's soul.

The distance is very close; even the Red Dragon might not be able to stop him!

As long as we get to that place—

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!"

Suddenly, he heard a strange murmur, and then he felt the girl in his hands become heavy and hot!

He looked down and found that Aisha, who had been dazed, was now wide awake with clear eyes, and she had even raised her right hand to grasp his wrist!

What... what's going on?!

At this moment, outside the picture frame.

Because of the limited viewpoint, those who remained behind could not see what was happening on the battlefield, and they were extremely anxious.

Just then, Aisha's body began to tremble violently again.

Amélie quickly looked at the high priest and asked worriedly, "Has the curse worsened?"

This time, however, the high priest didn't frown. Instead, he smiled slightly: "I see. She's been listening all along. What a strong child! — Don't worry, madam, this isn't a bad thing. It means that the Grand Duke of Ashes we've been waiting for is finally about to be born!"

Yes.

As the high priest said, Aisha was much stronger than everyone imagined. She had actually regained consciousness a long time ago. Although she could not wake up, she could perceive everything that was happening around her.

She heard everyone trying to save her.

I heard Richard nearly lose his life after entering the painting alone.

She also heard Vespera setting up a curse, constantly tormenting her soul.

All of this caused intense emotions to build up within her.

She wanted to wake up, to help her friends, and to make the despicable vampire pay the price!

But she was too weak, powerless. Even with all her might, she could only elicit cryptic whispers from the fragments of souls within the painting.

Until Vespera, in order to make it easier to take her away, pieced together the fragments of her soul.

This sudden convergence greatly enhanced her consciousness.

Upon seeing Vespera trying to escape again, she was driven by strong emotions, ignoring the pain and difficulties, and instinctively mobilized all the power within her blood and soul that she could control, attempting to attack Vespera!

Even if it's just a little bit, even the slightest harm, she wants to make this vampire pay the price!

Although she received very little warlock education, it is well known that warlocks are not mages, and they can be quite unreasonable at times.

And so, at this very moment.

Elsa saw the reflections of her ancestors whom she had never met, and a great fairy whose hair burned like fire.

Then---- She successfully triggered a phenomenon known to the world as a wild magical surge.

This phenomenon itself is not high-level, roughly equivalent to a first-tier spell, but it can further trigger a completely random magical effect.

This random range can range from level 0 to level 6, ranging from summoning a frog to unleashing a lightning storm!

In short, the next second.

call!

A burst of flames erupted from Aisha's palm, completely engulfing Vespera above!

"ah--!"

Caught off guard, Vespera screamed as she released Aisha and plummeted to the ground.

"what?"

Richard and Grace were also taken aback by this turn of events.

But they reacted immediately. Grace swooped down and flew below the vampire and Elsa, letting Richard jump down to catch Elsa. Then she tilted her head back and opened her mouth to bite the vampire.

Richard, on the other hand, took off running as soon as he landed, and with a narrow escape, he made a flying tackle and successfully caught the falling Elsa in his arms.

Ok?

It felt much lighter than I expected, and my arm wasn't injured by the recoil.

Yes, this Elsa is just a fragment of her soul. Strictly speaking, she is not a physical entity; she has no mass and is not susceptible to physical damage.

Then it seems I don't need to come pick them up.

Richard blinked, and then he saw the little girl hugging his waist tightly, her little head nuzzling against his chest, her eyes glistening with tears. The little girl, who had been frowning all night, finally smiled.

"Richard! I... I did it! Waaaaah!"

"Hmm~" —What's necessary or unnecessary? I, the poet, am here to pick them up!

Richard smiled at the little girl, then put a diamond shield on her and placed it on the grass beside her.

"Leave this to us, you just run towards the castle now—don't worry, we're already invincible, this night will be over soon."

Having said that, the bard patted the little girl's head, turned around, picked up his lute in one hand and drew his sword in the other, and looked towards the battlefield between Grace and Vespera.

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