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Before the words were finished, a fireball exploded on the ground. It was the bionic tear that had unleashed a raging fire of evil, forcibly forcing back the ash army.

The injured arm has recovered, and now it's its turn to fight back.

The clone's blade burst forth with a luminous glow, which then coalesced into flowing icy swords. The same was true for her other staff; wielding two moonswords, she became even more terrifying in the frigid underworld. Moreover, her body was curled up, gathering power.

Oops!

All the surviving veterans raised their shields to parry and cover their teammates, but they underestimated the enemy's efficiency in casting magic, a skill inherited from Frilian.

The sphere of chalk light was completed almost instantly, and then it hurtled and crushed everything in its path with terrifying force.

The full moon magic crashed onto the ground, unleashing a destructive radiance.

The shockwave of ice knocked everyone over.

Chapter 211 The Faded Ones' Great Exploration of the Cave.

The bionic teardrop technique was full of surprise, as it slammed the full moon magic onto the ground to facilitate the transmission of anti-magic power and frost.

The effect will be less than ideal, but the advantage lies in the momentum of breaking through the enemy lines.

As expected, the formation of the Bone Ash Legion collapsed after this move. The ice spikes extending from the ground were deadly, and the energy that blocked magic made it difficult for them to maintain their form. Once their soul strength was insufficient, their condition continued to decline.

Click!

The ashes of a powerful figure collapsed and dissipated on the spot, ultimately unable to withstand the repeated shockwaves.

Coincidentally, another Gryphon soldier also returned to the Summoning Bell.

They were too fragile, far less resilient than the ashes of a steadfast soul. They relied almost entirely on Frilian's magic for power, and now, upon being struck by the magic-breaking attack, they immediately revealed their true nature and slunk away.

This was within her expectations; the lightsaber was used to target key units.

Because Letina was the furthest away, she escaped unharmed except for a layer of frost covering her body, and her fighting ability remained unchanged.

The headless knight stood still, his shield aloft, but sadly, he had become an ice sculpture.

It suffers the most damage.

If it weren't for the legendary ashes blocking the way, the first wave of full moon magic would have wiped out the entire group. Unfortunately, this body had finally reached its limit.

The bionic teardrop stepped forward and pierced through with a single cut.

The towering, heavily armored knight vanished without a trace, returning to Frillian's bell. It had done well enough in this battle; it hadn't expected the enemy to be both tenacious and agile. It was exhilarating; even its returned soul was filled with joy.

The remaining ashes of the shield-wielding soldiers were also given special care, and they were all turned into statues, scattered and broken.

It must be admitted that the clone's counterattack was perfectly timed, completely turning the tide.

At this moment, it became the only victor standing unscathed.

The overall situation has been decided.

The bionic teardrop stared at the silver-haired girl atop the pillar with a proud and defiant expression. Its identical face had gained a touch of lively charm, and its sharp gaze was hard to ignore.

Compared to the original, he has less weariness and more domineering arrogance, especially after victory, he becomes even more arrogant.

It's as if it's the side of Frillie that should be flaunted.

Seeing this, Melina asked, "It's a truly vibrant teardrop life form. It's a pity that the Ash Legion was severely damaged, so its potential is indeed quite good."

"Yes, we need to do the final insurance. I'll handle the finishing touches."

"Then I've been cured."

Frilian floated down from the pillar, the small golden tree beside her gradually fading and disappearing. The warm light that had enveloped the area dissipated, leaving only frost and a chilling atmosphere; even a breath exhaled would turn into a large block of ice.

However, none of them could compare to the overwhelming pressure emanating from her; when the Soul King got serious, she wouldn't hold back her magic.

The materialized energy dissipated, like a mountain pressing down.

The opponent was not a formidable foe, but they were the enemy he valued most, so Frilian was paying close attention and could not afford to make a mistake, as it concerned Melina's affairs.

"Feel sorry."

Letina, standing nearby, sighed, "We're not enough; we need your help."

"It's alright, at least I can see that it's qualified material. You can all come back now, so you don't get accidentally hurt later."

The silver-haired girl shook the bell.

The surrounding ten ashes were completely absorbed, and the area suddenly became empty. In order to repair their injuries, Frilian also drew on some of her magic and soul power to inject them, treating it as a special rehabilitation training for the ashes.

Although they didn't defeat the bionic teardrops, they proved the fact that these talents are malleable. Besides, the Bone Legion is well-suited for large-scale battles, so they are bound to suffer losses when facing top-tier mages.

No, to be precise, he's a battle mage; this guy is really good at learning.

The clone in front of him was still in the same stance with two magic swords.

Wow!

It suddenly unleashed a frost-white sword aura, but Frilian gracefully leaped away, dodging it with elegance and precision.

I never expected to defeat the enemy with one move, let alone another.

This time, the bionic teardrop moves even faster, incorporating a subtle sense of fluidity into its swordsmanship. It not only echoes the flowing swordsmanship of traditional swordsmanship but also combines the battle-hardened combat skills of its prototype, unleashing them with all its might.

With a crisp clang, the force field ripples seized the fleeting opening to completely deflect the attack, and then followed up with a kick to the abdomen.

A seemingly casual low kick contains terrifying power, sending the target flying with tremendous force.

The response is so fast!

To the clone, Frillian's movements were not only fast but also precise. She attacked without warning, breaking through the opponent's defenses with a single, precise strike, seizing the slightest opening. No, not an opening, but a display of skill so refined that a mere touch followed by a deflection was enough to succeed.

It tumbled awkwardly before finally getting to its feet.

He could have delivered a fatal blow with his precise parry, but he held back, instead channeling his magic into himself—a fiery energy that scorched his soul.

"I've learned a lot, but unfortunately the techniques are too varied and not very meaningful."

Broom Star.

Anticipating the opponent's powerful fighting ability, Teardrop unleashed magic, and Frilian retaliated with the same move.

Two broom stars exploded in the air, scattering pyroxene fragments and dust, but the latter, being larger, still flew toward the enemy.

Caught off guard, the clone was struck by the giant broom star. The pyroxene exploded on its surface, and the shockwave and flying fragments left its body broken, but without any missing pieces or disabilities; it was more of a magical disorder.

The difficulty lies in suppressing the enemy without inflicting serious damage.

This is no easy feat for a demigod mage of Frilian's caliber.

However, having been immersed in the study of magic for many years, she was well-versed in theory and knew that altering the nature of magic to ensure precise strikes was possible. Only a commonly used and stable broom star could withstand such a modification. Fortunately, the victory was secured with a single blow, and it was time to end it.

Click!

The sword of night and fire seized the moment when Teardrop rose and pierced her heart, the key being the surge of demonic power that broke through the magic.

The once-arrogant clone was stunned, as if it couldn't believe such a simple defeat.

Then, with a blank expression, it collapsed with a thud, its body gradually losing its stable shape, flowing into a teardrop-shaped embryo in a semi-liquid, semi-solid state, lying quietly in place.

"Melina, its magical adaptability is very strong."

Frillie bent down and touched him.

A cool sensation ran through my fingers, making it easy to infuse magic and keep it active. In a sense, this ensured that the shaping process could withstand the power of a demigod.

"With the Great Rune Blessing that I never had the chance to be born, plus my two Blessings, that should be enough."

"Indeed, it is the strongest teardrop larva we have ever encountered."

"Since the Eternal City can be built, there must be related magical data. We must find it to study it more efficiently."

"I will be ready too."

Although Melina didn't know what she should prepare, she just needed to get into the right mindset and not let the good intentions go to waste.

As Frillie devised her plan, she glanced to the side. She had almost forgotten about another piece of loot.

So ugly.

Frillie rarely judges a treasure by its appearance, but the Silver Teardrop Mask was just too bizarre. Its face looked like a patch of silver mud, obscuring its features, and it was covered in a silver shell from head to neck.

More than just a mask, it's like a helmet; on the surface, it might seem to obstruct the senses, but the effect is quite the opposite:

The corpse of the shapeshifting creature, known as the Silver Teardrop.

[Including the hardened shell, and the mask worn on the face]

[It can greatly enhance perception, but will reduce physical attack power]

【Conversely, imitate what imitates others——】

[This is a revolutionary idea]

Corpse?

While using enemy corpses as a plot device isn't exactly new in the worlds I've experienced, Frilian is still a bit hesitant about wearing it on her face, but she'll give it a try anyway.

She put on the silver teardrop mask, which indeed covered her completely, replacing it with a wide range of perception.

The range extends from here to the ruins of the Noklon's Courtyard, spanning two Blessed Points. In the vast and wide border region, this is an unimaginable detection range, making it easy to gain the upper hand.

However, it does not adequately enhance the perception of the soul's perspective.

Another novel discovery is that it seems to be able to probe the structure of teardrop larvae more closely, as if it has opened up X-ray vision.

"Never mind, it's not for me."

Frillie took off the mask and combed her hair, deciding to keep it as a collectible.

"When you need to use the teardrop larvae material later, you can wear it to guide magic. Otherwise, you don't need to wear it. My mental perception is sufficient. If I strengthen it further, I will feel uncomfortable."

"As long as it works."

"Yes, we've had a very fruitful harvest."

After tidying up, the silver-haired girl continued her journey without stopping.

No matter how you look at it, the archway at the end of the long corridor gives you a visual cue. If you extend your perception further, you will see a dense cluster of buildings, standing tall and intact, still majestic in the underground world.

The sight of the iconic trapezoidal staircase architecture of the Holy City evoked memories, making Frilian even more eager to see it.

She unfolded the files in the attic of the Lani Mage Tower and pointed to one of the locations.