Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Rumble--"

A low voice echoed all around.

Several pressure gauges, regulating valves, and water injectors on the other side, each component emitted a sharp explosion like a boiling kettle in the speeding train.

The dull sound of burning iron and coal continued to ring out.

"What a bad character... He only knows how to use some useless tricks."

However, even in such a noisy environment full of the sound of squeaking gears, a cold female voice without any fading still sounded.

Loreleija waved her right hand, and a fierce wind rushed into the cabin, accurately cutting off the connection of the equipment.

Such behavior is quite reckless. If you are not careful, you may be blown into the sky along with the entire carriage amid the trembling of the steam pipes.

But if this is the only price you pay to stop this train, it would be a very good deal.

Loreleija showed no fear at all. She let the fierce wind gather around her, forming a pale, visible vortex that twisted the surrounding steel and barriers into a mess.

However, even so, the running train showed no sign of stopping.

The girl glanced at Reandro and the driver Rodin, who were shackled with their limbs twisted, and frowned slightly.

This is the only locomotive in the Magic Eye Collection Train that guests cannot enter.

It is the core operating part of the train. Whether it is the semi-alien space or the order to drive the train, it all starts from here. It can be said that a single move can affect the entire body.

But even though it has been damaged like this, the train's current condition has not changed.

That is to say-

"Did she change the train's structure ahead of time to turn it into a disposable prop?"

Lorelaia sneered.

"It seems that the only thing he has is the courage of the ancestor of the Dead Apostles when it comes to escaping."

Hearing this disdainful taunt directed at their master, although they had completely lost the ability to move and could not even utter a groan, Leandro and Rodin still clenched their back teeth, letting the cold blood flow to their jaws, and glared at Lorelaya, the invader.

But in the face of such a commotion, Loreleija didn't even bother to look.

Ever since the target showed up, she had been observing the environment on the train and the accompanying staff.

Although her first impression was that of an alchemical homunculus, as a magic marshal, Lorelaia quickly realized that something was wrong.

Despite their expressionless faces and meticulous postures, these staff members' presence and ideas are too thin.

Although androids are also bound by the instructions set when they were created, they are essentially imitations of humans and have the potential to develop emotions.

But among these staff members, even the versatile Lei Android does not have the slightest humanity. Apart from the mission of protecting the train and the collection, there is nothing else in their personalities.

Rather than being humans, they are structures that appear in human form in order to operate the Mystic Eye Collection Train.

Lorelaia didn't even have the interest to work with such a worthless tool.

The girl suddenly turned her head and looked out the window.

Although she could use all her strength to break through the barrier now, it was a one-time use after all. She didn't even need to do anything, and the train would have reached its end.

At high speed, the blurry glimpses of light are gradually fading away.

The concrete scene of the woods in the distance has emerged, just like a beach at low tide.

However, although the scenery was still a wilderness of muddy land and branchy forests, the color had completely changed.

The refreshing green turned into a dull, dry color.

A ray of dark red blood light can be vaguely seen from the end of the branches.

Even through the carriage, the pervasive cold air was still flowing in through the gaps.

Such drastic changes in the environment and seasons cannot be explained simply by geographical changes.

The gradually isolated source of magic power was enough to make every normal magician realize that they were trapped in a closed alien world.

Apparently, the ancestor of the dead apostles named Luo Jian took advantage of his position in the dark and defeated the young magic marshal.

But despite this, Loreleija still did not lose her mind.

Although he sincerely believed that the Dead Apostles were just a bunch of moving rotten corpses, since they had reached the level of ancestors, they could not be easy to deal with.

Contempt for their personality does not affect the girl's respect for their strength.

Before coming, Loreleija was mentally prepared that plans could not keep up with changes.

What's more, the current situation is much better than she expected.

If the train manager stayed safely on the train and launched a surprise attack the moment the train stepped into the trap, even Loreleija, who was fully prepared, would inevitably find it difficult.

Maybe even worse.

This is not because the girl thinks she cannot win, but because she is worried that the opponent will take advantage of his familiarity with the environment to escape.

As long as the enemy is willing to deal with her, Loreleija is confident of winning no matter what the battle situation is. However, she is helpless against this tactic of directly starting an escape route as she comes alone.

Fortunately, perhaps because they did not expect that living saint, the opponent could only use the method of abandoning the car to separate the two and deal with them separately.

Of course, Loreleija would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

She made a quick judgment.

She had to break through the trap and provide support before the battle between the enemy and the saint became more intense.

——Otherwise, the battle would probably end very quickly.

This certainly did not mean that she was underestimating the newly crowned living saint.

The fighting power of a saint may vary depending on the era, but the lower limit is there, and it is impossible for him to lose to a mere ancestor of dead apostles.

But from the current clues, the ancestor of the Dead Apostles she was chasing was very cunning. Since he took the initiative to leave his phantom here and use his real body to deal with the saint, he must have some trump card.

Maybe I can't win, but I guess I can delay or trap them.

But even though she had made this decision, Lorelaia did not rush out of the car in a hurry.

No matter what, this is a trap that can trap her. Acting rashly without seeing the full picture will be like struggling in the mud.

You will only sink deeper and deeper, and finally you will not be able to move.

The invisible wind passed over the girl's swaying ponytail and disappeared into the dark forest.

Lorelaia narrowed her eyes, and a light as sharp as a sword flashed in her pupils.

The next moment, as if an invisible evil spirit was wielding a blade, the vines outside the window broke into several sections.

They drooped on the ground like snakes with their heads cut off.

Blood was gushing out from the broken part.

Yes, bleeding.

The trees in this forest secrete not sap, but blood.

"Is that really the case..."

Seeing such a tragic scene, she murmured the true identity of this foreign land.

"The Seventh Seat of the Dead Apostles—"

"Fuhailin Anashu?"

Roland looked at the bloodthirsty forest at the end of the horizon and whispered.

That was a blood-sucking species that was transformed from a blood-sucking plant, and the ancestor of the Dead Apostles who inherited the name of Anash.

After the Seventh Ancestor of the First Generation was executed by Bai Ji, his blood was absorbed by a blood-sucking plant, thus creating this extraordinary monster.

A bloodthirsty forest that has the will to think and can move on its own, almost like a fantasy.

Because it is a plant, it will think and judge the reactions of the outside world, but it will not try to communicate with others and will only act according to instinct. It is essentially a natural disaster.

They appear in the ordinary world to feed in a cycle of fifty years. Any creature that enters the forest will become their prey. They have even turned entire towns into blood sacrifices.

Although the church has sent people to try to destroy it every time, it has never succeeded.

Because it is said that the blood it ingests will condense into a true red fruit on a big tree in the center of the forest, which can grant people immortality. Roland has a deep impression of it.

"This scale is the real thing. I didn't expect to see it here."

Roland withdrew his gaze and sighed thoughtfully.

"It's a good trap, right? Although it hasn't fully awakened yet, if someone rushes into it without permission, even that Barthelmero won't be able to escape easily."

A smug smile appeared on Luo Jian's face.

"If it was last year, it would be a bit difficult to deal with, but now she is just seeking her own death. However, it is really ironic..."

"If she was a little slow, I wouldn't be able to do anything. Only when she keenly sensed the clues of the undercurrent and chose to come alone, this trap would be useful. This is probably the mistake that young people make when they are hot-headed."

“The sight of that arrogant Loreleija struggling in powerless pain and finally breaking down miserably... ahhh, so satisfying!”

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The corners of her mouth widened wider, almost reaching her ears.

Perhaps because of the scene that came to her mind, the girl couldn't control her emotions and held her cheeks, shaking her head as if she was shy.

Such a cute action perfectly fits men's ideal of a girl acting coquettishly.

But because the girl's entire appearance is still wrapped in phantom, it gives people an inexplicable creepy feeling.

"She has such a strong will, it will be quite a pleasant diversion."

"You seem to have accidentally said something very informative..."

No wonder Fu Hailin is on the track of the Magic Eye Collection Train.

It turns out that it was a trap specially designed for Lorelaia... No, it should be just a casual move.

Judging from the fact that Rojian specially held an auction to show off her collection of magic eyes, it doesn't seem like she has the time or intelligence to plot against Lorelaia's mastermind.

Roland's eyes flickered as he looked at Artelucci beside him.

Miss Heiji also looked suspicious, and obviously had no idea about the clues that Luo Jian mentioned.

He was able to hide it even from her. The only one who could do such a thing was probably the White Winged Prince.

It seems that even though no one knew that the world lines were mixing, the waves that were converging towards the future were not really ignored.

Looking at the intoxicated Rojian, Roland shook his head.

"As far as hobbies go, your tastes are really low-level. It's such a waste to destroy your spirit in a destructive way."

"My taste is low-brow? I know that without you telling me, right?"

As if she had heard some funny joke, the curve of Luo Jian's mouth became more obvious, and the deep malice contained in it almost overflowed.

"But this is what vampires call pleasure...trampling on dignity, defiling the body, and finally humiliating the soul. Watching a pure girl degenerate little by little, there is nothing more wonderful in the world than this."

"Although I agree with the last sentence, but...so what?"

Roland shrugged.

"There is still a big difference between a saint and a saintess."

"Yes, although I am very interested in corrupting the saint, I really have no appetite for men, but..."

Suddenly, she changed the subject.

"—You are a special case."

"The gesture of bestowing blessings and miracles was so beautiful that I couldn't help but want to violate it."

It was precisely because she had seen Roland at that time that she showed up, even at the risk of Loreleija taking action in advance.

That beauty was too abnormal.

Beauty in the true sense is a great magecraft that is close to magic. As far as Rojian knows, there is a family in the Clock Tower who is studying this technique.

If this technique reaches its final form, it will probably be in a similar posture to this one.

That's right... just similar.

In the final analysis, the ultimate beauty pursued by magicians is nothing more than a means to the root, that is, to reflect the universe from the inside of the world and thus touch the door to another dimension.

But the saint before him was exactly the opposite.

He is the result of falling from a height that is unattainable by humans and landing within the world, which is the pinnacle of beauty in the popular sense.

"It transcends the prejudices that have accompanied me for thousands of years, and surpasses the plan and humiliation of Bartomero itself."

"That's why I'm willing to use my real body to come and meet you."

Staring at Roland who remained unmoved, the crazy and terrifying smile on Rojian's lips slowly faded.

In a blink of an eye, she returned to her previous mysterious and elegant appearance.

During the conversation just now, the phantom that was entangled with her had gradually fallen off to the ground, causing ripples like water splashes.

Thus, the rules of the ordinary world began to deviate.

The bright rose petals flutter without wind, decorating the surroundings into another world.

"In terms of strength, it has grown a lot compared to the phantom just now."

Roland looked at the female figure in front of him with interest.

Dozens of bright red roses were blooming where she stood.

The woman's beautiful golden curly hair is also adorned with a gorgeous rose crown, making her look like the incarnation of flowers.

The white veil that reaches to the waist and the dress of the same color together outline the graceful body curves.

But despite her tall and slender figure, she does not look thin. Instead, she looks mature and refined, showing the most charming side of women.

The snow-white skin on the chest is so clearly visible that just one glance at it can stir men's hearts, making them want to bury themselves in it and sink into the depravity of this temptation.

And in that delicate face, the scarlet eyes that met Roland's gaze were filled with sweet tenderness.

In addition to this stunning beauty, what is even more unforgettable is the arrogance and nobility that seems to be ingrained in her bones.

"You will soon realize that I have grown in much more than just strength!"

The charming woman lifted her skirt and bowed slightly towards Roland.

"I am Lita Rojian, the owner of the Mystic Eye Collection Train, and the ancestor of the Dead Apostles who ranks fifteenth among the twenty-seven ancestors!"

Rita tore off her veil and elegantly revealed her identity, as if this was not a declaration of war, but a visit to an upper-class banquet.

However, this is not a deliberate pretense on her part.

She is a hedonist who does whatever she wants, perhaps because of her status and lifespan as the founder of the Dead Apostles, or perhaps because she is simply a person with an extremely twisted nature.

Rita could never be satisfied and was constantly dominated by boredom.

Even if she occasionally got a new toy, she would get tired of it after a few days, so she could only stay in her castle day after day, indulging in sweet decadence.

But Roland's appearance gave Lita a premonition.

As long as she can get him, the treasures and wishes she has always pursued will be realized, and even the seemingly endless emptiness in her heart will be satisfied.

Therefore, even if she had to give up the hundreds of years of collection in the Magic Eye Collection Train and ignore the White Wing Prince's promise of rewards after solving the problem of Loreleija, Rita still resolutely came here to meet the other party.

"The main course is next!"

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a wanton and crazy smile.

"Roland, let me mess up your body and mind!" (End of this chapter)