Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

The mystery will be defeated by the higher mystery.

This is common sense that anyone who understands the path of magic understands.

Because of this, Artelucci is sincerely proud of her bloodline and identity. As Zhu Yue's successor, she has stood at the pinnacle of the Dead Apostles since her birth.

The same is true for Casey Paluge.

It was created long before the history in which it was recorded as a three-eyed cat demon.

The monster called the White Beast was neither in a deep sleep nor had it passed through a barrier with a different flow of time. It had actually lived through this long period of time before arriving in the present era.

The weight, history, power and minions that this demon dog of Gaia has accumulated so far are the true pinnacle of modern times.

But now, this monster that could shake the world under extreme circumstances was thrown away like garbage in a one-on-one duel.

If this kind of thing were to get out, it would probably cause an uproar.

"Eh……"

Even though Eltluchi felt somewhat uneasy, she did not expect such an outcome.

"Kathy Paluge!"

Her beautiful eyes widened and she was stunned for a long while before she called out the white beast's name.

There was no need to ask about the result of the recent confrontation; it was undoubtedly a disastrous defeat.

The evidence was right in front of her—Fufu’s entire body was awkwardly embedded in the cross at her feet.

With the physical strength of a primate killer, a flick of its tail could crush the stone cross.

What's more, it was shot up into the sky like a cannonball, and even the thick dust and fog were separated from the vacuum and thrown over at such a speed.

Under normal circumstances, Fu Fu should have lost control and destroyed the cross like crushing a cookie and flew away like a meteor, but now she stopped abruptly as if she encountered an air wall in the game.

What a wonderful control of power...

Artelucci stared at Roland as he walked out of the dust that was dispersing in the wind.

Even though the surrounding land was overturned and even the roof was stained with a thin layer of dust from the previous movement, there was no trace of dust on Roland's body, let alone any injuries.

He walked straight ahead, approaching Altluchi's direction at a leisurely pace, as if everything was under his control.

"What's going on? Isn't this guy a human?"

Altluchi tensed her body and kicked the white demon dog at her feet. Although all the hair on her body stood up, the dog woke up after losing consciousness for a few seconds.

"Fufu... I can't find any impression of a human being in this guy."

The primate killer, who had manifested in his full form, paused for a moment before remembering that he had regained the ability to speak, and changed his words.

"But even with such a strong sense of inhumanity, in theory, he is indeed a human being... at least that's what my instinct tells me."

The White Beast shook his head, his tone quite heavy.

"There is a god living in his body, or he is simply a god possessing human fantasy. I can only come to these two conclusions."

"..."

Altruci was silent.

She understood the hidden meaning in the beast's words.

In mythology, when the hero in the story encounters difficulties, the gods in the sky will send help from the side.

Transform into animals, women, or scholars to guide heroes.

But such a change is only temporary and cannot escape the judgment of the primate killers. Only by truly sublimating with human great deeds, or possessing the merits of incarnating as humans to achieve great deeds, can we definitely break free of this balance.

"A living saint?"

Altluchi gave the answer expressionlessly.

"I thought the Holy Church was plotting something again, but it turns out to be the real deal this time..."

"I'm sorry, Master. I seem to have made a mistake."

Fufu said in a deep voice.

“…It’s not your fault.”

Altluchi recalled what she had said before.

"Although I am indeed a little hungry, I am not so hungry that a fellow like you can serve as my food substitute."

This was the mockery she uttered when she executed the corrupt priest who was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and tried to suck her blood.

After hearing these words, Fu Fu thought her master was hungry, and was too lazy to continue watching, so she ran out alone, intending to look for a suitable human-shaped blood bag.

But since this was originally a remote small town, there were not many ordinary people, and many of them were consumed in the ceremony by that stupid priest, so it gained nothing.

So on the way back, when Fu Fu saw Roland, who had both good temperament and good looks, she couldn't wait to drag him over.

But just like what Artluci said, although judging from the conclusion, Fu Fu had good intentions but ended up doing something bad and actively invited a wolf into the house, this might have been unavoidable.

In the past, Roland, apart from his good looks, gave the girl the impression of being ordinary from beginning to end, and there was nothing unusual about him.

At this moment, Roland still did not show any pressure.

But as soon as I see him, my eyes will be attracted involuntarily, as if an inexplicable aura is flowing through his body.

It was as if the other person was the center of everything, and the surrounding scenery and even the entire world had to take a back seat. Even a deaf-mute could not ignore him.

This earth-shaking change was obviously a cognitive barrier of some kind. Only by accurately realizing the possibility of a living saint could the image of Roland in his eyes be stripped of its original veil.

He is so powerful yet still maintains this cognitive barrier. It's obvious that he is deliberately trying to fish for you!

It turns out that none of the bastards in the Holy Church are good!

Although she wanted to roar like that, considering that she had just pretended to be an innocent girl in order to appreciate the ugly reactions of humans when they encountered unexpected events, Artluchi did not have the confidence to do so.

The girl, whose thoughts were in a mess, was silent for a while and then spoke softly.

"If I'm included, will you win?"

"I've tried my best."

"So, is it a sure loss?"

Altruci muttered softly.

Although the White Beast did not give a direct answer, as a master and servant who had been together for many years, she was well aware of the power of the primate killer.

In the past, when chatting with the other party, the girl had been curious.

If it were to encounter the Heroic Spirit Summoning, the key technique that reappeared when humans defeated the Moon King in the final battle, how much could it cope with those mysterious Grand Servants who were summoned and were like living beings?

At that time, Fu Fu gave a very simple answer.

Seven Riders.

It cannot guarantee victory unless all seven guardians appear together.

Even with the bonus of the primate killer's characteristics, this record is still terrifying.

In other words...if the opponent could defeat Fufu so easily...

Artluqi's body stiffened, and her pale skin under her dress was covered with goose bumps.

"You're not going to run away?"

Looking at the girl who was tense and had a serious expression on her pretty face, Roland walked up to her and asked with interest.

"I would never do such a meaningless thing. How many times do you think I have been hunted down?"

"Uh……"

Roland was stunned by such a matter-of-fact statement.

Is being hunted frequently something to be proud of?

Wait, it seems to be true.

In a world dominated by human principles, as the ancestor of the Dead Apostles who is famous and often runs around, even after thousands of years, he has not been sealed or even defeated by the Holy Church. This is indeed an honor.

"With your status as a living saint, the Holy Church cannot restrain you, but they will certainly not dare to get too close to you."

Although the faction is not as large as that of the White Winged Lord, as the princess of the Dead Apostles, Altuluchi undoubtedly has the talent of a leader. She has extremely rich experience in negotiations and can always find the key points.

"My name is Altluchi Brunstad. No matter what your mission is, I can help you as long as you can forgive my rudeness this time."

It is impossible for a living saint to act as a thug for the Holy Church, and it is impossible for the Church to allow a saint to mess around and shake its foundation, so it is likely that it will only provide the most basic help.

For saints who put their mission first, it is not impossible to compromise with the secular world in order to fulfill their mission.

This may not shake her ultimate will to exorcise the devil, but as long as she gets through this moment, she can make use of her subordinates and her own identity to make a big fuss in human society, and then find a chance to escape from this turmoil.

"I see. This is indeed a very tempting proposal."

Roland nodded with a smile, and seemed to have no intention of continuing.

"So, you agreed?"

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not let her guard down and asked tentatively.

"Of course, after all, whether you agree or not won't change the result. I want to collect the ancestors of the Dead Apostles anyway..."

Zheng——

Without any hesitation, the white beast crawling on the ground shot out like a sharp arrow the moment it heard Roland's mission.

Even after being beaten up by Roland, it had fully understood the difference in strength between the two.

But the reason why Altluchi could make the primate killer obey her orders was not based on any transaction or fate.

Fou developed the same feelings for Altruci as Mashu did because she understood her character.

For something of value, life is something that can be sacrificed.

This shining will made Roland look sideways.

But it was just a sidelong glance.

Suddenly, the White Beast felt its vision go dark.

Even though it was able to slow down time to a rate smaller than one frame, it still couldn't see how the hand appeared before its eyes.

There was no time to react at all. The hand that appeared out of nowhere and stretched out directly pressed on the face of the white beast.

The five slender fingers tightly clasped its mouth.

At the same time, Roland was indifferent and apathetic. The voice that was clearly close at hand, yet seemed to be floating from the distant horizon, just entered its ears.

"Are you out of love again?"

It was different from the previous contempt of letting it do whatever it wanted, or grabbing it by the scruff of the neck and swinging it around like a top for fun.

The emotion contained in this whisper was pure and cold murderous intent.

It was like some kind of warning.

When he realized this, an indescribable feeling of suffocation instantly climbed onto the White Beast's soul, causing its entire body to freeze.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move it even a little bit.

Especially as Roland gradually approached, and the White Beast looked on in disbelief, its body changed again.

The sharp claws that were powerful enough to break gold and stone turned into soft balls of flesh, the snow-white and majestic mane turned into soft and fragrant fluff, and the tail that was originally taut and upright also drooped down.

In less than a moment, the White Beast's body shrank again and turned into a cute little white beast.

It lay obediently in Roland's hands, its body facing upwards, and its four short limbs kept stroking its belly.

"what?"

Roland blinked in confusion, although he did intend to use physical means to quiet Fu Fu down if she didn't obey.

But isn't this kind of behavior too timely?

The Divine Right does not have the ability like Nangong Wenya to make anyone he touches become stupid.

Not to mention Roland, even Fu Fu herself looked stunned.

As a weapon created for the purpose of being a beast with power, it clearly happened.

At this moment, the fear hidden in the body has overwhelmed its intellect that has gradually been supplemented over time. Therefore, in order to survive, it disobeys its will and chooses to flatter with a more lovely and harmless posture.

Just like a wild animal will expose its belly to show submission in the face of an irresistible crisis, just like the mind knows clearly that something is wrong, but under the influence of hormones, the body is often out of control.

Could it be that the threat felt subconsciously in my body has exceeded what my rational mind can observe?
...What kind of monster is this guy? No, it's too shameless for him to give in so quickly!

At least let yourself struggle. Without even a hint of resistance, isn't Benfu even more useless than those two knights?
"Fufu~Fu——"

Fu Fu's eyes were filled with grief and anger, and she kept wailing.

But because of the change in its shape, it lost the ability to speak and all it makes are cute calls, sounding as if it is acting coquettishly.

On the other side, the expression on Altluchi's face had frozen.

This was not because of Fu Fu's sliding performance, but because she never expected that the mission of the living saint now would be to collect the ancestors of the dead apostles.

Is it just a false statement used as an excuse?

...Impossible. Although nothing else could be confirmed, Roland's willful attitude could not be faked. There was no need for him to lie about such a thing. Besides, apart from the rumors related to the ancestors, this church was indeed not qualified for a living saint to come in person.

"Ah……"

The girl suddenly raised her head and gave up her attempt to pretend to be nice.

Like a flowing red moon, a deep fluorescence emerged in the source and madly merged into Arteluqi's body, echoing the girl's desperate will.

However, even though he was so close, Roland did nothing.

"Don't be so nervous. Didn't I promise you?"

"Because I don't think the result will change. And even though it wasn't your intention, objectively speaking, you did help me deal with the trouble in the church, so it's not wrong to give you a chance."

He chuckled.

"The only condition is to follow the principle of equal exchange."

"Exchange of equal value?"

Seeing that things seemed to be taking a turn for the better, the frowning girl repeated the word.

"Yes, an equal exchange."

Roland said calmly, "Although you did intend to let me go at first, you still let your servant take action in the end. Therefore, I will send a servant to do the same to you."

"As long as you can defeat it or escape, I will let you go."

Seeing that things seemed to be taking a turn for the better, Altluchi did not rush to attack, but pondered for a while.

Anyway, even if the other party deceived me, the worst result would be fighting with Roland, which was no different from now, so I might as well take a gamble.

Furthermore, although Roland was able to kill Casey Palug in an instant, if he was just the opponent's servant, he should have a chance of winning.

As one of Zhu Yue's only two qualified successors, Artluqi has such confidence.

"I agree."

"Very good, then, you can start preparing."

Roland smiled slightly and snapped his fingers.

"Someone is coming."

As the words fell, Artluqi also held her breath.

Confidence does not mean carelessness.

She stared closely at everything in front of her, wondering what kind of monster would appear next. As a living saint, in the worst case scenario, it was very likely that a spirit of the angel's level would appear.

However, the next moment, Heiji realized how naive her thoughts were.

What was born with Roland's voice were not glowing wings, but a dark shadow that seemed to absorb the surrounding light into its own color.

Between the shadows, a group of words like a chant were heard.

{This is}{the way of death}
{The underworld}{The Yellow Springs Road}
{It is the verdict}{It is the gospel}
{Eternal peace} {Pain}
It was like the painful cry of the world itself at its end.

Or rather, the prologue to the Book of Revelation. (End of this chapter)