A jolt of surprise ran through Morgen as he heard the announcement. His gaze snapped upwards, searching for the familiar sight of the scarred Valkyrie. But instead, he was met with a vision that sent a shiver down his spine.

The Northern warrior, usually adorned in bark-like scars like a testament to her battles, stood before him smooth and unmarked. Her attire remained unchanged, but the canvas beneath had been inexplicably wiped clean. Unrecognition warred with a dawning realization within him.

This was more than a disguise; it was a transformation. The raw talent of the Northern royal bloodline, already formidable, now pulsed with an otherworldly power. It was a force that transcended mortal limitations, raising unsettling questions about its origin and purpose.

Morgen couldn't help but compare it to the golden race, the pinnacle of human potential. Yet, even their vaunted abilities seemed to pale in the face of this newfound power. A flicker of concern crossed his mind, overshadowed by the immediate chaos unfolding before him.

A brawl had erupted, pitting Blood Clan members against each other in a desperate struggle for survival. But amidst the frenzy, one figure stood out: Betty. The "Pearl of the North," the "Youngest Valkyrie," titles that now felt inadequate to describe the force she embodied.

Her movements were a blur of speed and precision, exceeding even the formidable Grot, a Level beta plus warrior. With a single, powerful stride, she seemed to tear through the air itself, sending shockwaves rippling outwards like the wrath of a storm.

This wasn't just combat; it was a dance of raw power, a glimpse into a realm beyond anything Morgen had ever witnessed. The battle had taken a terrifying turn, and he knew it was only the beginning.

Stanley's expression shifted dramatically, and his hands once again cast spells.

Two exploding fireballs were launched~

In the same encounter, the bursting fireball was unable to approach Betty and was slain by the enormous sword.

Legendary fighting skills are absurd.

Stanley, a heretical god believer, was enraged but had no choice but to flee swiftly.

Cologne, who had transformed into a level beta plus lava demon at that time, instantly turned his head and smashed his massive arm at Betty.

The yellow-blue abyss magical flame came with a high temperature that could melt steel.

Betty was unable to dodge at that time. As everyone sweated for her,

Betty's robust momentum soared in vain.

The bloodline of the northern royal family is open.

The brilliance of the enormous sword in his hand intensified.

Betty was fearless. Her wild eyes flashed with excitement, and her strength erupted.

Sever the lava demon's arm, which is three times thicker than her body.

Under everyone's gaze, the ten-meter-tall lava demon's fist, which resembled a siege hammer and was engulfed in the abyss's flame, collided with the north's glorious giant sword.

There was a wave of air on the ground, the magic flame of the abyss splashed, and the hot air instantly turned the debris flying on the ground red.

This view is extremely appealing.

Countless splashed stones and soil around the two people were burned red at high temperature and exploded like fireworks.

Wild dance.

A more astounding sight appeared, though.

Betty's sword was only briefly halted by the lava demon before continuing to swing.

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The lava demon's arm was severed directly from Betty's fist, like a boulder.

Numerous stones with yellow and blue magical flames collapsed and splattered on the ground, melting into huge and little lava pits.

Ants shake the tree.

In such a disparity, the northern royal family actually severed half of the lava demon's arm with a sword.

Then a more astounding sight appeared.

Betty's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and her warrior's intuition detected the massive man's weakness.

Her legs were like a spring press, exploding with incredible power and propelling her upward.

She leaped directly in front of the lava demon after hopping two steps along the lava demon's arm.

The lava demon was enraged by Betty's audacious provocation. With a furious roar, the magical flame on his body surged violently. At the same time, he pounded Betty with his right hand.

If the seed is not smashed, no matter how strong the north's pearl is, it will be severely damaged.

Betty's wild eyes narrowed somewhat, and the radiance on the enormous sword in her hand increased to three meters.

She disregarded the arm that was about to strike her, stared at the searing heat that could melt the steel with both swords, and struck the lava demon's neck with the greatest force.

This sword is akin to the creator of the universe.

The lava demon was about to strike Betty's arm and came to a halt, and Betty's body in the air also fell at that moment.

One knee was placed on the ground with a touch, and a gigantic sword was planted in front of her.

The yellow-blue abyss' magical flames danced around the combat between the two, and magma flowed in the fiery red crater on the ground.

The lava demon had his back to her at the time

His enormous head soared high, eventually drawing a parabola and crashing into Betty's side under everyone's gaze, raising dust on the ground.

At this point, the lava demon's massive form behind him collapsed gradually.

The earth trembled violently, as if a mountain had collapsed.

When they saw this, the blood clan on the field fell into an unexplained mood.

The northern royal bloodline? Is this the northern royal bloodline?

It's so potent that it defies explanation.

That was a level beta plus lava demon. Even Corso, the bronze Cyclops, was crushed, yet he was killed in seconds after only two moves?

Morgen's composure wavered, though not to the same extent as the panicked Blood Clan. Yet, a different shock gnawed at him. He couldn't place why, but the sight of Betty triggered a memory: not her youthful face, but the thick scars hidden beneath her casual demeanor. Scars that spoke of countless battles, of a ferocity that belied her current calm.

How many trials had she endured, this "wild lady," to forge such formidable strength? Was it purely honed skill, or something more? Grot, the seasoned Level beta plus warrior, seemed a child in comparison. Was this the true power of the First Northern Warrior, the one spoken of in hushed whispers by even the most formidable races?

The title, once a distant legend, suddenly felt tangible, earned through blood and grit. More than just skill, perhaps, it was a will that refused to break, a spirit forged in the fires of countless battles. Morgen couldn't help but begrudgingly respect it.

The spell of the demon's arrival vanished after the lava demon was decapitated, and the demon's body in place gradually broke down. Finally, the body of Cologne, a Level beta plus dark bishop of the Late Bell Church, materialized in its place.

Summoning transformation-like spells. They can provide substantial power, but they will also perish if killed.

Stanley's mind was filled with dread when he saw this.

Even the level beta plus lava demon was slain, so can he flee?

He took a magical scroll with heavy dark energy from his pocket and ripped it apart in his heart, under everyone's gaze.

Then, in the valley, a breath stronger and more wicked than the demon's arrival that Cologne had just launched appeared.

"Great tyrannical god, your believers beg for your arrival!"

The divine surrender has just been used, and the magical scroll that Stanley recently ripped apart was one that he had acquired by sacrificing a lot of life.

The impact of divine surrender is quite similar. It can swiftly create a space channel and allow the tyrannical god to visit for a short time.

Although this coming power has decreased countless times and may not even be extraordinary, it is sufficient to deal with ordinary adversaries.

This is Stanley's final card. He doesn't believe that a northern royal family can be so powerful in the face of gods.

The great tyrannical god is an eternal god. No one can tarnish the gods' dignity. No!

The image of Colon's head being severed by Betty's sword after transforming into a lava demon truly frightened him.

That scenario was excessively exaggerated and horrifying.

As a result, Stanley is desperate.

He is no longer concerned with obtaining prey and lotion; rather, he is concerned with surviving.

Betty saw the slowly forming door of space above the void, and a mocking smirk formed on her face.

It's really wild in my eyes.

"A magical power that resembles garbage?? It is really unskilled."

The crisp tone exudes a soldier's unique pride.

She turned her head and noticed a half-man-high stone on the ground. She kicked it hard with her foot, and the stone instantly soared from the ground.

Betty ran more than ten meters before jumping nearly ten meters high with her legs.

I just stepped on the stone, and my body was dragged up once more.

It's not much different from Grot climbing into the sky with the aid of the magical bat's body, except that this time the Northern Valkyrie will face the gods' pressure.

Stanley's eyes revealed a hint of unspeakable mockery as he watched the damned northern royal family gallops toward the door of space at an altitude of 20 meters.