Looking at the pit that was more than half a meter deep in front of him, Lucius was still a bit stunned. He had thought he would see some amazing feats of holy rank experts changing the laws of space, but it turned out that they didn't follow the script at all and instantly took out the magician who had been battling for a long time.

"That's a bit violent... Are all the people from the East Continent as ferocious as that Star person? I remember seeing a pretty girl this morning. Looks can be deceiving."

Through the communicator, Lucius explained what had happened to a certain swordsman teacher, who was also a bit shocked.

"Anyway, as long as it's resolved, I'll go clean up the remaining invaders outside. Have the reinforcements arrived?" Lucius slapped his cheek and asked.

"They're here. Just took Little Ke away. Old Lucius, do you want to come take a look?"

"Later. I trust you'll handle it, and only the Academy President has the qualifications to enter the treasure vault." Lucius shook his head, originally planning to go to the city area but suddenly remembered something.

That book.

Even with the strength of that dark Elf magician, it would be difficult to summon a demon alone, let alone control dozens of them. The reason must be that black leather book.

Most likely it was a high-level alchemical item or a magitech device. It could give a mediocre magician such a huge boost, and calling it the treasure of the Dark Arts would not be an exaggeration. And Lucius himself also specialized in dark magic, so it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted.

High-level magitech devices themselves are very sturdy, even with that kind of attack just now, there is a chance they could survive. In the worst case, even if he found some remaining pages and handed them over to the alchemy professor, it would still be a good find.

However, when Lucius arrived at the edge of the pit, he couldn't find anything resembling a black leather book in the gradually solidifying plasma.

"Hmm? Is it this fragile?" After scanning with his spiritual power once again, Lucius couldn't find what he wanted. He sighed with some regret and didn't think about it anymore. He activated the Sky Soaring Spell and flew toward the outer city area.

...

"What? How is this possible?"

In a quiet alley near the edge of the Academy city, Princess Agatha's body was still half frozen in ice, pulled along as she slid forward. Agatha suddenly stopped walking, even though she was walking briskly.

The hand of the Elf priest suddenly revealed a deep darkness, and then opened a black hole that resembled a portal, inside of which was a black leather book stained with crimson blood.

It died so quickly?

Agatha had also made enough preparations before coming to the Academy, and she was well aware of the reputation of Milt Academy. So she never intended to confront them head-on. Even if we didn't count the group of powerful students and teachers, just the Academy President Ciella alone would have been enough to defeat all the people she brought.

And the effects of the World Eye View were enough to allow Ciella to instantly control all the situations within the city, leaving her with no chance to use Space Magic to quickly escape - otherwise, any disturbance in space would have been noticed immediately.

So from the beginning, she was prepared to sacrifice some of her people, and go on a frontal attack to attract Ciella, who had to guard the core area, back. This would stop the surveillance effect of the World Eye View in the sky, and give her a chance to retreat using her magic.

Having planned to sacrifice some people from the very beginning just to capture one person, it should've been a very safe plan. But now, the beam of the World Eye View in the sky continued to guide her, and once she used magic, she would be revealed. And the people she sent to Lake Heart Island to attract firepower had already **disappeared for some reason.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why does it have to be like this?"

Agatha forcefully smashed the wall, and the pale gray bricks trembled, causing dust to fall down.

Anyone who has meticulously prepared for something dislikes the feeling of things getting out of control, especially when everything was going smoothly until the very end.

"Is this considered a mishap? It seems a bit unfortunate," Tiran shook his head and smirked. He was delighted to see Agatha in such a predicament. His smile seemed forced... It felt as if half of his body had gone numb.

"Shut up." Agatha glared at Tiran fiercely, her forehead leaning against the wall as she tried to calm herself down.

Using magic is definitely not an option. So... we're not far from the borders, can we just walk away? But considering there could be barriers at the borders... to avoid detection by Ciella, we would have to use magic.

Alternatively, there might be dark elves who have been following us in the city. Is it possible to confuse our pursuers by leaving from different directions? The World Eye can only lock onto twelve targets at a time, so there might be a better chance.

A seed slipped through her fingers and fell into a crack in the ground, sprouting into a trumpet-shaped vine plant used for magic communication. Agatha hesitated for a moment and made up her mind to give it a try.

"All living beings, immediately evacuate according to the predetermined route."

The so-called predetermined route was Agatha's last backup plan, pointing to the exits in all directions of the academy city. Hopefully, her luck wasn't so bad as to be directly located.

However, her luck seemed to be even worse than she had imagined. She wasn't sure if it had something to do with the princess next to her, constantly muttering curses.

In the next moment, the guiding beam of the World Eye shone on this secluded alley, like a high-power flashlight that made it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

"I found it, I found it!"

A voice full of excitement rang out. Before Tiran could discern who it belonged to, Agatha had already attacked without hesitation, unleashing a flurry of magic seeds.

As soon as the seeds touched the ground, they began to grow rapidly, quickly transforming into giant vines as thick as barrels, writhing like pythons as they shot towards the source of the sound.

These plants were cultivated using the blood of the giant snake, Anlaman, and the modified vines were equally tough. However, even so, they only managed to momentarily delay the intruder before crumbling apart.

When Agatha jumped out of the glaring light, what appeared in her vision was a flaming giant sword that was following closely behind her, its burning wind ready to strike, clearly intending to sever her in one stroke.

Plants won't be enough to stop it!

This thought flashed through Agatha's mind, and instinctively, she wanted to find another way to defend herself. But at the last moment, she hesitated for a moment.

And in that moment, the giant blade descended.

Boom! The Branch of Calamity swallowed Agatha's figure in the most brutal manner, then without any pause, slammed into the ground, erupting into bright flames that scattered along the cracks in the floor tiles.

With one sweep, the magic was dispelled effortlessly. After snatching victory with one strike, the pursuer didn't even spare a glance for Agatha, who was engulfed in flames. They quickly came to the frozen Tiran, and a nimble fire snake shot out from their fingertips, dancing around the ice block, keeping the temperature at a level that would melt the ice without harming Tiran with excessive heat.

"I said, Miss Tiran, you shouldn't casually fight without even the level of a Grand Knight. If you want to fight, at least call me or little Feizi to help out! If it weren't for the Eye of Detection, you would have been captured for real!"

Holding the shivering Tiran tightly in her arms, Aya spoke out in one breath, scolding Tiran like a mother disciplining an unruly child. Finally, she let out a sigh of relief.

"..."

After being released, Princess Tiran was somewhat confused. Aya's warm body temperature seeped through her damp clothes, and she could feel her rapid and strong heartbeat.

She looked at Aya blankly, the remnants of fading scales still visible on the side of her dragon-like face. Her horns were not completely retracted and her wings were still spread out, but now they were gathered behind her back.

Tiran recognized this posture, the "Dragonkin" often seen in fantasy works. It was the best choice for Aya to use the power of the Dragon as much as possible without fully transforming into her dragon form, in order to avoid causing chaos in the human world. However, controlling the limits of shapeshifting between humanoid and dragon forms required a great deal of energy, and Aya, with her lazy personality, usually couldn't be bothered to use it.

But... what's going on now? Although she knew that this person's human form was very beautiful, she never expected her to look so cool...

"Well, it's just good to see that you're safe," Aya said as she released her embrace and habitually ruffled Tiran's head.

Oops... Oops, I forgot this isn't Chirp; I subconsciously... Aya suddenly felt flustered. Will I get hit?

Fortunately, Princess Tiran still seemed to be dazed and not yet fully aware, so it seemed there was no risk of being hit.

Before she could relax, Aya's keen hearing caught a faint abnormal sound.

"You're not dead?"

Turning around and shielding Tiran behind her, Aya stared at the center where the calamity branch had fallen. The elemental fire caused by the large-scale magic still stubbornly burned on the stone slab, but the flames at the center were gradually weakening.

Finally, a pitch-black cocoon was revealed amidst the dying flames. Its surface was darker and deeper than the night sky and rhythmically pulsated with a sense of life, drawing in the surrounding fire and devouring it.

When the last trace of fire disappeared, the cocoon cracked open and Agatha slowly opened her eyes. She knelt on one knee, breathing lightly, her expression contorted. Under her fair elf-like skin, her veins became more prominent.

"Damn... Second transformation?"

Aya hadn't expected Agatha to have such a move. It was quite strange to see her turn like this. Her hair had been a normal golden color just now, like a regular Elf, but now it was as pitch-black as the night sky. Her skin had also turned into a sickly pale shade.

Her magical purity and power had also greatly increased.

"Heh... Did it... come out in the end?"

Although she still looked weak, Agatha suddenly burst into a hysterical laughter.

"Hey, this person looked perfectly normal just a moment ago, how did she suddenly change like this? Did you provoke her?" Aya whispered to Tiran behind her.

"Huh? I don't know either. Maybe... it's related?" Well, after all, she had been talking to her non-stop ever since she was captured, but the mind shouldn't be so fragile, right? Did she just turn dark so quickly?

Of course, Agatha's transformation had nothing to do with Tiran. In fact, this was her true form.

The so-called "Fallen Bloodline" is such an existence, which enhances power by devouring blood filled with magic. With the skyrocketing strength, it is also easy to twist the character and fall into darkness. Agatha, who comes from the Temple Priest family, naturally resists such power profoundly. Usually, she always does her utmost to suppress it, even if she has to give up the opportunity to enhance her strength, she refuses to reveal this side in front of others.

But in the moment of life and death just now, the desire to survive made her unable to resist releasing the suppressed bloodline.

And since it has already been released, then...

"You all, perish!"