Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

The apostle core could not be exposed for too long.

Especially when it was already damaged.

It urgently needed to return to the body of its master.

Whether it was the old master.

Or a new master.

Vielsia, who had come here, couldn\'t possibly misunderstand Reji\'s intention.

The girl\'s amber-like eyes stared intently at her teacher.

And from Reji\'s eyes, Vielsia read that sentence, the greatest promise her teacher had once given her.

He would fight the demons together with her.

He would help her complete her revenge against the demons.

Now, the opportunity was right in front of her.

Vielsia finally shifted her gaze.

Placing her eyes on the apostle core in Reji\'s hand.

Actually, in Vielsia\'s heart, she agreed with what Lordan had said earlier - power requires a price to be paid.

Perhaps she should also advance and grow.

She no longer wanted to be powerless again and again, feeling the pain of lacking strength in her heart.

Even if it meant becoming what she loathed and hated.

No.

Vielsia firmly believed that power had no right or wrong, good or evil, only the wielder of power did.

If this was the "graduation exam" teacher was giving her.

Vielsia no longer wanted to be a bad student.

This time.

She wanted to be an honors student.

So, Vielsia reached out her hand, and picked up the apostle core.

The moment she touched this ink-green chess piece, the will of the wicked demon began to frantically erode her, constantly screaming and roaring in her mind, uttering maddening delirious words, distorting her soul, as if wanting to assimilate her. Even if she became the new apostle, she had to be the "Wicked Demon Vielsia" to follow the demon race\'s tradition.

But, In the ocean of the wicked demon\'s will, Vielsia gritted her teeth and resisted with all her might. She was well aware that once she truly gave up and let the core merge with her, the dark evil would completely devour her mind.

However, for Vielsia, a new generation elf, to try to resist the demon race\'s heritage was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

She was like a precarious little boat on the verge of being overturned by the wicked demon\'s will at any moment, on the brink of collapse and falling. Once she fell into the ocean of the wicked demon\'s will, even if she merged with the core, it would be the core controlling her, not her controlling the core.

The demon race would still have a wicked demon.

However, the name was changed from "Lordan" to "Vielsia".

In fact, this was also tacitly accepted by the other apostles around, no one ever thought that this elf princess could resist the will of the demon race\'s heritage. Being assimilated was Vielsia\'s destined ending.

Until... an invisible thin thread, just as Vielsia was about to collapse, the little boat belonging to the elf girl was about to be devoured by the evil sea, connected her to another existence.

Another existence that could instantly calm the raging demonic sea, and make the restless demon race heritage that was trying to transform Vielsia suddenly fizzle out.

Among the demon race, there was only one who had such powerful oppressive force and unquestionable dominance.

The Demon King.

The thin thread was pulled to Vielsia\'s wrist, and the other end was connected to Reji.

The thin thread turned into vines, willow branches woven into Vielsia\'s new boat, flowers blooming at her feet, and the rich power of nature began to fight back against the demonic sea.

The awakened Vielsia stared blankly at the thin thread that had saved her.

That was...

Elf Princess Bond!

It was the bond she had given to Reji as a princess, once in a lifetime, in order to "save" him.

Who would have thought.

She never imagined that this Bond would provide her with such tremendous help at this moment.

Indeed, Reji gained the elf\'s natural fate track through the Princess Bond.

And how could Vielsia not be able to resist the apostle core by relying on this current connection with him as the "Demon King", and truly use her own will to write a new chapter for the demon race\'s heritage.

Under the double blessing of the "Nature" fate track and the "Demon King" fate track, the flowers blooming in Vielsia\'s sea of consciousness became more and more. The filthy sea belonging to the will of the wicked demons was now retreating step by step, and began to be devoured by Vielsia instead.

Bloom.

Bloom to the fullest.

The sea of flowers belonging to Vielsia, she bloomed in the spiritual world, constantly filling the apostle core.

Correspondingly.

The originally dark green core chess piece symbolizing the wicked demon also began to change on the outside, becoming crystal clear, its shape transforming, and finally condensing into a brand new, blooming flower belonging to Vielsia.

This appearance surprised even the other apostles immensely. This was an ending they had never imagined.

So In the next moment, as this flower-shaped apostle core was completely absorbed by Vielsia and integrated into her body, she closed her eyes tightly, and a powerful, magnificent aura began to rise within her bit by bit.

Fourth tier, fifth tier, sixth tier, seventh tier, eighth tier, peak of the eighth tier!

On Reji\'s panel, Vielsia finally stopped at "Level 89" before her strength finally ceased its rapid advancement.

And Vielsia\'s portrait, which was her current appearance, also changed after she absorbed the core.

The once iconic golden hair and green eyes of the elves were gone.

Replaced by a head of silver moon-like, silver waterfall long hair.

Inherited from the demon race, but not scarlet, more like a rosy red amber eyes.

The "grown woman" Vielsia, who had shed her immaturity, as if truly transforming from a princess to a queen, becoming more resolute and decisive.

After everything ended, no, it wasn\'t over yet, there was still one last step.

When Vielsia opened her eyes again, she flipped her wrist, and a flower magic sword appeared in her hand. Her bare feet stepped on the ground, and the flower wreath anklet swayed with each step of the elf.

Facing Lordan, who had already been restrained by the other apostles, had no resistance, and couldn\'t move, under Vielsia\'s cold and ruthless red eyes, the wicked demon was filled with unwillingness, watching this elf woman who had inherited his position raise the flower magic sword and slash down at his head.

Swish!

With the beheading of Lordan and the complete end of the wicked demon, it also meant the birth of a new sixth apostle.

At this moment, every tree in the royal city of Ilinor seemed to be swaying its branches and leaves, expressing celebration.

Every flower was blooming to its fullest, offering blessings for the birth of their queen.

In the suburbs, the forest was even more lively, with hundreds of birds taking flight, circling high above the royal city, causing countless citizens of Ilinor to look up at the sky in amazement at this strange sight.

Similarly, the Sorcery Demon Dian, who had built the "Demon King Tower" for Reji and the demon race on the spot, and who was also the "historian" of the demon race, sensed something.

The Sorcery Demon temporarily put down the matter at hand.

He opened a book in his bosom.

It was the Book of Sorcery Demon Apostles.

As a scholar, only when a major event occurred in the demon race was he qualified to present it and record it.

Dian held a quill pen.

After pondering for a short while.

He erased the words "Wicked Demon" for the sixth apostle on this book of demon race history.

Then, very gentlemanly, he wrote down another more elegant and poetic new name.

Sixth Apostle - The Flower Apostle

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Vielsia\'s new illustration will be posted tomorrow.