“Aiweila! Hurry and leave!”
Beijina shouted anxiously at Aiweila.
Aiweila shook her head, looking firmly at the soldiers around her.
She could not leave.
If she left, the High Tower would be attacked, and the sister inside would…
She gritted her teeth and pushed the Magic Power within her body to the limit.
The Vines swung out around her once more.
However, faced with an endless stream of attacks, those Vines could only kill a scant few people.
The Magic Power within Aiweila was rapidly draining away.
“Bang!”
Another spell struck.
Seizing a gap between the Vines, it slammed viciously into Aiweila.
Like a kite with its string cut, she was sent flying, crashed heavily into the High Tower, and then fell to the ground.
She struggled to stand, only to find her limbs no longer obeyed her.
The Magic Power within her was almost completely exhausted, and the Vines had lost their life, blasted into fragments by spell after spell.
“It’s over. You and the thing you want to protect can disappear together!”
Nuoya’s voice carried a trace of a victor’s arrogance.
She raised her hand, and a deadly throwing knife flew from her grasp, shooting straight toward Aiweila.
Aiweila closed her eyes in despair.
She was not afraid of death.
She simply could not accept it.
Why?
She had finally gotten her sister, only for them to be separated like this.
Just as that cold gleam was about to pierce Aiweila, a familiar figure suddenly blocked its path in front of her.
“No!”
It was Luo Xiaosu.
At some point, she had appeared here and used her own body to block that fatal attack for Aiweila.
“Pff—”
The throwing knife sank deep into her back, piercing through her frail body.
Blood instantly dyed her dress red.
“Sister!”
Aiweila let out a heart-rending scream.
She struggled to crawl over, gathered Luo Xiaosu into her arms, and her tears burst forth instantly.
Luo Xiaosu’s face was pale as paper.
She leaned quietly in Aiweila’s arms, yet a trace of a relieved smile lingered at the corner of her mouth.
“Don’t cry…”
Luo Xiaosu said softly, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible.
“I’m fine…”
Aiweila’s hands trembled without stopping.
She wanted to cast magic to heal Luo Xiaosu’s wound, but the Magic Power within her body had long since run dry.
“How can you be fine?! You’re bleeding so much!”
She could only deceive herself by trying to cover Luo Xiaosu’s wound.
But blood continued to pour out endlessly, impossible to stop.
Luo Xiaosu shook her head.
She looked at Aiweila, her eyes filled with tenderness and reluctance.
“I… I’m sorry, Aiweila.”
“I might… have to go.”
“No! I won’t let you go!”
Aiweila cried, holding Luo Xiaosu tightly, as if letting go for even a moment would make her disappear.
“You can’t leave me behind again!”
“We finally got to be together!”
“Come… closer, Aiweila.”
“I… still have… one last… thing…”
She raised her hand, wanting to caress Aiweila’s cheek.
“Sister, tell me. Aiweila is listening.”
Aiweila immediately brought her face close, resting her cheek against Luo Xiaosu’s palm and nuzzling it gently.
Warm tears slid down her cheeks and fell onto Luo Xiaosu’s hand.
Luo Xiaosu stretched her neck and gently pressed her lips against Aiweila’s lips.
Unlike the fierce kisses Aiweila had given before, this kiss was plain and gentle, carrying a trace of caution.
At the same time, Luo Xiaosu recited silently in her heart.
‘System, use Magic Sacrifice.’
[Ding! Confirm use of Magic Sacrifice. Target: Aiweila. Confirm?]
“Confirm.”
Aiweila closed her eyes and silently responded to Luo Xiaosu’s kiss.
Suddenly, Luo Xiaosu’s body in her arms burst out with a dazzling light that enveloped Aiweila.
The light was not blinding.
Instead, it carried a warm, healing power.
Aiweila discovered in horror that Luo Xiaosu’s body was gradually becoming transparent, turning into countless golden motes of light and slowly fading into the air.
At the same time, she felt the Magic Power within her, originally dried up, suddenly fill up again.
“Sister! What are you doing?!”
Aiweila tried to grasp those motes of light, but they slipped through her fingers like grains of sand and vanished without a trace.
“Aiweila… my Magic Power… I’ve given it all to you…”
“From now on… you have to live well…”
Luo Xiaosu’s voice echoed in her ears.
“No! I don’t want your Magic Power!”
“I only want you!”
Aiweila cried out, clutching the nearly transparent Luo Xiaosu in her arms, who was about to disappear.
But all of it was in vain.
Soon, Luo Xiaosu’s body completely turned into motes of light and vanished entirely.
Only the warm blood staining Aiweila’s palm remained, still showing the trace that she had once left in this world.
“Sister!”
Aiweila let out a shrill, mournful scream, filled with despair, pain, and endless rage.
Her hands clenched tightly, her nails digging into her flesh, yet she felt no pain at all.
“I want you all!”
“To be buried with my sister!”
Aiweila suddenly stood up.
The surrounding Vines grew madly again, thicker than before, sweeping mercilessly toward the surrounding soldiers.
Nuoya looked at the girl before her, who seemed like a demon god, and a trace of fear rose in her heart.
But she knew now was not the time for fear.
She had to complete her mission and eliminate the two witches before her.
“Everyone, hold formation! Attack!”
Dozens of sorcerers chanted incantations again, and countless spells blasted toward Aiweila.
Under the cover of the Vines, Aiweila charged toward the group of soldiers, constantly swinging the Vines among the crowd and killing all the enemies.
However, Nuoya’s soldiers were well trained.
Working together, they continuously drained Aiweila’s Magic Power.
“Aiweila! Calm down!”
Beijina saw Aiweila using magic recklessly with no regard for consumption and hurriedly spoke up to remind her.
But Aiweila, blinded by rage, did not hear her reminder at all.
She only thought of killing them all to avenge Luo Xiaosu.
Soon, Aiweila’s Magic Power was exhausted, and her body reached its limit.
She weakly supported herself on the ground, gasping for breath.
Just when she thought she was about to die here and would soon be able to accompany Luo Xiaosu, a cold, clear voice suddenly rang out.
“Stop!”
Emilia immediately descended from the sky, landing in the center of the battlefield.
She glanced at the dying Aiweila, then at the soldiers around her, and finally fixed her gaze on Beijina not far away, who had her hand at her chest, tightly clutching the Teleportation Scroll.
“Miss Witch, come with me, and I can spare her.”
Her voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority.
Beijina looked at Aiweila lying on the ground, hesitated inwardly for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.
“I hope you keep your word.”
“Very good. This princess always keeps her word.”
Emilia opened her palm, and a bit of green light gathered in her hand.
She injected it into Aiweila’s body on the ground, repairing her injured body.