Some successfully evacuated, while others failed and were captured.

Chapter 180 Some successfully evacuated, while others failed and were captured (Part 2)

The battle lasted less than a minute before it ended.

After all, Aidan is undoubtedly a legend. He doesn't even need to transform into Butcher form; he can easily break through the defenses of Richard, Isabella, and others with just a normal sword swing.

Conversely, even a combined attack from Richard, Isabella, and the three siblings could only cause Aidan to tremble slightly and leave a bloody mark on his face.

This was even after Richard used one free attribute point to raise his strength to 20, completely surpassing human capabilities.

As for Clara and the remaining Night's Watch Knights, they were completely suppressed by Aedan's men and had no power to fight back.

"For your age, to have reached this level is already the height of genius."

Aidan wiped the blood off his face with delight, put down his sword, and looked at the wounded and exhausted crowd, saying, "But we are still far from being able to challenge me—it's time to give up, so that we can both relax a bit."

"Sorry, but the thought of being tied to your side by a half-buried old man if I lose makes me rather suffer—unless you can transform into a blonde, white-stockinged beauty, don't even think about changing my mind!"

Richard spat out blood and continued his tirade.

However, he also knew in his heart that his side had reached its limit.

This must be what they call a moment of despair, right?

All means have been exhausted, and although there is still a will to resist, it is impossible to change the outcome.

Just then!

A portal of light appeared out of thin air behind Isabella, and then a white-haired woman who looked to be about fifty or sixty years old walked out of it, wearing light armor and holding two rapiers, and stood in front of everyone!

"Um?"

Aida raised an eyebrow.

Richard and the others were also full of surprise.

Another expert? Who is she? She seems to be here to help?

The panel was also full of question marks —

Isabella, who seemed to be an old acquaintance of the woman, said softly, "Please, teacher."

The woman nodded and looked at Aidan: "Next, I'll keep him occupied, and you guys take the opportunity to destroy those candlesticks to restore the teleportation scroll's functionality, and then—you know what to do, don't worry about me."

Isabella paused for two seconds before replying, "Understood."

The woman then looked at Richard and smiled, "I'm sorry, poet, I misjudged you. It turns out you are far more outstanding than I thought."

Richard was completely baffled.

Have we met before?

Before he could ask further questions, Isabella addressed the crowd, "There's no time to explain. Please join me in this final gamble!"

Well, while I'm curious about the white-haired woman's background, now's not the time to worry about the details.

Since there is still hope, let's seize it with all our might!

Richard and the others immediately responded and prepared for battle.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before—never mind."

Across from him, Aidan scrutinized the white-haired woman for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

Then he swung his sword horizontally, and the blood-red, unidentified slash cut through the air, carrying an aura that could split an elephant in two!

Unlike his earlier attack on Richard and the others, this time the cult leader was clearly serious!

The white-haired woman snorted coldly, her two swords flashing and weaving a silver net in mid-air with afterimages.

boom!

The next second, the slash crashed into the silver net. The two forces collided violently, and even the few remnants that splashed out instantly created countless cracks on the surrounding walls and ground.

Even so, the white-haired woman behind the silver net remained standing in the same spot.

Although he looked a little strained, he managed to block the attack!

"Not bad."

Aidan nodded in agreement, took a step, and used some kind of teleportation technique to appear beside the white-haired woman.

As expected, the latter withdrew his sword and returned to defense, blocking Aidan's thrust.

In the blink of an eye, the two were locked in combat.

The intense battles between top melee fighters were so fierce that any onlooker would be overwhelmed and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: to witness such a fight, even death would be worth it!

However, Richard and the others did not have time to appreciate this scene.

While the white-haired woman held off Edaen, they immediately pounced on the cult members holding candlesticks.

This is destined to be a fierce battle.

On the one hand, the cultists are all ranked professionals, and even without Aidan, they are still not easy to deal with.

On the other hand, everyone was injured and exhausted, and the medicine had become ineffective. It could be said that they had pushed themselves to the limit in every sense of the word.

But at this moment, no one has a choice.

Even if all your limbs are broken and you only have teeth left, you still have to open your mouth and bite your enemy!

Just as everyone was prepared to die in the battle, Richard once again used his reserve of free attribute points to max out his physique to 20 points.

In an instant, his muscles, which were almost torn apart, were restored, and a continuous stream of power surged from his body once again.

"Everyone, follow me!"

He bypassed Isabella, took the lead, and charged into the enemy ranks, brandishing his longsword.

"Well done, Richard!"

"Long live!"

Seeing that Richard actually possessed such fighting prowess, Isabella and the others were both surprised and delighted, and quickly followed behind.

Even Aidan, who was caught up in the situation, couldn't help but glance over, marveling at how much more potential the poet had shown than he had anticipated.

Such talented individuals must be retained within the religious order!

For a time, the two sides fought fiercely.

Finally, half a minute later————

"I'll send you to meet the God of Slaughter!"

Richard yelled and severed the last cultist's hands, causing the candlestick in his hand to shatter on the ground.

The candlelight was immediately extinguished by the blood that covered the ground.

The sealed teleportation scroll has regained its function.

However, by this time, less than ten of their former companions had been left. Of the once-great Night's Watch, only Clara and a few others could still stand.

Seeing this, Isabella dared not waste any more time and immediately took out the teleportation scroll and distributed it to everyone.

"Aidan! I swear, I will avenge everyone!"

Clara roared at the culprit, tore open the scroll, and disappeared from the spot.

Then there are the three siblings, Peiguoti and his sister—Jon lost his left arm in the recent battle, so the task of tearing the scroll had to be done by his sisters.

Then came Richard, Isabella, Amelie, and others.

Isabella took one last look at the white-haired woman.

"teacher----"

The white-haired woman gave Isabella a look that clearly meant she should ignore her.

Isabella clenched her fist and, without further hesitation, used the reel.

A flash of white light, and the remaining few people will successfully evacuate the battlefield.

"It's not that easy!"

Suddenly, Aidan shouted and drew an obsidian dagger from his waist, throwing it at the crowd with the speed of an arrow!

"stop!"

The white-haired woman was shocked and tried to stop him, but she missed by a hair's breadth.

The dagger still reached Richard and Isabella, its surface crackling with black arcs of electricity as it struck the magical aura emanating from their bodies.

Immediately, the teleportation was initiated.

Amélie was successfully evacuated.

But Richard and Isabella's figures trembled, and after a few seconds, they disappeared from the spot in a distorted manner.

The white-haired woman knew what that meant.

Aida's dagger is imbued with a power that can interfere with space, affecting the effectiveness of teleportation spells. Richard and Isabella are most likely already caught in the spatial turbulence and have flown off to who knows where!

"No—you bastard, what have you done!"

The white-haired woman roared as she looked at Aidan.

Aidaen replied calmly, "It's just a parting gift. Those two people have extraordinary fates; they won't die because of it—on the contrary, shouldn't you be worrying about yourself?"

The white-haired woman encouraged him to stand up for her.

Ultimately, due to the difference in their strength, she was knocked away from her twin swords and fell to the ground, losing her balance.

Without a word, Aidan stepped forward and pierced her chest with his sword.

"Um?"

However, the sensation at the tip of the sword puzzled him. After stirring it slightly, he frowned and said, "You don't have a heart?"

The white-haired woman sneered, "I've been dead for a long time—"

After she finished speaking, her body turned to ashes and was scattered by the wind.

"The necromancer's methods are quite interesting."

Aidan shook his head and left the spot.

The princess and the poet have both left, so there's no need for him to stay at the city gate any longer. The main force of the orcs will be arriving soon, so he can leave the city gate to them.

Now, he should go and see the ruins.

If I remember correctly, there was one last person there worth his time and effort.

With that thought in mind, Aidan quickly returned to the inner city palace, which was almost in ruins.

He walked through corridors filled with corpses, finally arriving at the mysterious ruins where a sword was stuck in the ground.

At this very moment, the sixth prince of the empire, Marcus, still stood before the sword.

The Killing Order had surrounded him, but he seemed completely unconcerned, his eyes fixed on the sword that had slain the angel, his hands on the hilt, straining against it.

Just as Aidaen entered, the sword loosened slightly, and Marcus actually managed to pull it out halfway!

Pop, pop, pop.

Aida couldn't help but applaud.

Marcus turned his head, looking at him with bloodshot eyes, and said, "What's there to applaud? It's only half of it. I'll pull it all out sooner or later!"

Aida nodded.

"I believe you have the potential, but the prerequisite is that you must learn how not to be controlled by the power behind that door—"

Look at you now, all your attention is focused on the sword, you no longer care about anything around you, you're not even curious about who I am.

Upon hearing this, Marku frowned, a glint of clarity flashing in his eyes.

He covered his head and asked Aidan, "So who are you?"

Aidan said calmly, "I can have two identities: one is the one who killed you, and the other is your future mentor. Which identity you choose will depend on your choice, Your Highness."

Marku fell silent and remained silent for a long time.

Ten minutes later.

Inside the inner palace, a pillar of blood shot into the sky.

Meanwhile, in the wheat fields south of the city.

The massive male red dragon looked at the spectacular pillar of blood and laughed, "Ha, that guy finally succeeded!"

Opposite him was a female red dragon, Grace, who was controlling Zoya's body. She also saw the strange phenomenon, her face solemn, and she prayed in her heart that her little poet could escape safely.

Richard, he can definitely do it!

"Aidan has taken care of his own affairs, so it's time for me to focus on dealing with you."

The red dragon turned his head and looked at Grace with amusement: "Stop putting on airs. I've already figured it out. You're not my foolish sister. So who are you?"

Grace grinned: "Mysteries are only fun if you figure them out yourself. Don't expect me to reveal the answers!"

"Ugh, what a hassle!"

The red dragon snorted coldly and, without saying another word, pounced on Grace once again!

The two giant dragons wrestled together, creating a small earthquake on the spot.

Grace was forced to gradually use more and more of her strength.

Until everything reached a critical point —

"You're no match for him, let me take his place!"

"You managed to seize the opportunity, little Zoya—"

With a roar that seemed to echo through her soul, after more than half a year, Zoya, the original owner of the body, finally regained control!

The next second, she spewed dragonfire, swept her tail, and used melee skills that were clearly a notch above Grace's to force the red dragon back.

"Enough, Caronrot, get away from me!"

"Hahaha! It tastes just right! This is my sister!"

The red dragon, known as Carlolt, laughed and stepped back, then looked Zoya over again and asked, "What happened to you just now? Why did you act so strangely, as if someone else's soul was controlling your body—oh no, wait, maybe that's it, then everything makes sense!"

Zoya turned to Caronrot and said, "Thank you for waking me up, but—my affairs are none of your business, so stop asking me so many questions!"

Zoya was overjoyed to have her body back and was planning to make fun of Grace later, just like the latter had teased her before.

But this was, after all, an embarrassing incident for her, and she didn't intend to let more people know about it, especially her "dear" brother in front of her.

Thinking of this, she turned around, spread her wings, and said, "Ahem, anyway, I'm perfectly fine now, you don't need to worry about me, I'm leaving—hey hey hey! What are you doing!"

With a thud, Caronrot stepped on Zoya's tail, causing her to fall back to the ground after only a few meters of struggling.

The red dragon bared its ferocious teeth and laughed, "What are you thinking? Who said you could leave?"

"I don't care what happened to you, you silly girl. Even if you had a child with a human, I wouldn't care. But I do care about the power you possess."

"Don't forget, back when we were still in Mother's lair, I wanted to take you under my wing, but you managed to escape—now, I won't miss this opportunity again!"

Zoya roared, "Get out! I don't want to be a subordinate of an idiot like you! Let me go! Let me go!"

Charonrot laughed heartily, "My little sister, you have no choice! Submit to me now!"

In the blink of an eye, the two dragons were fighting again.

This time, however, Charonrot unleashed a barrage of ruthless attacks, and even though Zoya could unleash her full power, she was still no match for her brother.