Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

In an instant, he was killed countless times.

It was clearly just a tentative strike. To use an analogy, it was like the water in a cup overflowing along the wall of the cup due to tension.

But Rita Rojian was sure.

That is infinite.

There is no need to use adjectives such as glorious, noble, and sacred.

That is what the name means, infinite light, infinite heat.

In the face of the power unleashed by the being that calls itself the Devil, the only emotion that is more likely to remain in one's heart than the so-called pain and regret is an irreversible despair.

If the despair brought by the previous divine strike was just like a tightly tied beast watching the knife-wielding hunter approaching step by step.

This time, Rita felt like a player stuck in a dead-end route.

Although they were in perfect condition and had countless opportunities to try and fail, in the following plot, no matter what they did, they would gain nothing except the despair of being a step too late and having tried in vain.

That is not a distance that can be changed through hard work and will, because what you are fighting against is not even the world, but the people who control and rewrite the world.

Rita collapsed on the ground in a duck sitting position, her snow-white and tender thighs, and the gorgeous skirt had become tattered, making her look like a severely damaged ship girl.

For Rita Rojian, who reshapes herself with the phantom in her memory every time she is reborn, this is undoubtedly the proof that her mental breakdown is beginning.

Obviously, before getting out of the psychological shadow brought about by this quagmire of endless death, the girl might not be able to recall what she was like when she was in good condition.

The pride on that devilishly beautiful face had been shattered, leaving only confusion and numbness, with a hint of grievance that made people feel pity unconsciously.

"What's happening here?"

There was a hint of doubt on Altluchi's face.

Because Rita couldn't even project the world in her memories and could only barely maintain the other world itself, she was placed in the special seat and was much freer.

"Because he saw something beyond his mental threshold and died too many times, his rationality stopped working... That's probably it."

Roland shrugged and said casually.

What kind of explanation is this...

Miss Heiji complained in her heart, still a little confused.

From her perspective, after Roland diverted the blame, the demons just waved their hands, and then Rita collapsed.

Obviously speaking of power, the previous divine strikes, magnetic field rotations, and even angels are much more terrifying than this, aren't they?

However, during the battle with Roland, she had already understood that if one did not experience many things personally, one would not be able to appreciate their true meaning, so Altluchi did not continue to ask.

The more curiosity you have, the more risk you take.

Rita has proved this herself with her own actions, so she will certainly not follow in his footsteps.

"Then what should we do next? You just seemed to have promised this guy that you would not do anything until she loses hope. Looking at her current state, it seems that it will take some time for her to completely break down."

Altruci asked.

"Do you want me to finish it?"

"That's not necessary, but if you want to vent, I won't stop you."

"what?"

Altluchi was slightly startled and tilted her head.

Although I don't understand what this guy is doing, but this should mean that he has permission, right?

She was already much stronger than Rita Rojian, and she herself was also the ancestor of the Principle Blood Ring. If she still didn't dare to take action under such circumstances, she would be unworthy of being the de facto King of the Dead Apostles.

After a slight hesitation, Heiji, who had had enough of this alien world, launched an attack.

Immediately, the sound of flesh being torn apart was heard.

Although she was on guard against Roland's words, which she couldn't tell whether they were true or not, Altluchi didn't use her full strength.

But at such a close distance, with her physical ability, she didn't even need a moment to pull out Rita's heart.

It was almost unbelievable how smoothly things went.

There was no trap or back-up plan, and the opponent was killed by her without any resistance.

"Eh?"

It was not until the still beating heart broke in the palm of her fair and slender hand that the girl came to her senses.

It's really strange. Given Roland's personality, even if he wanted to tease me, he wouldn't tell a lie...

Altluchi raised her delicate eyebrows and launched another attack.

It was not until Rita's body turned into a ball of blood mist and this alien world originally composed of blood rings showed no signs of collapse that she suddenly realized.

"An illusion? When was it set up?"

"When you asked me what happened."

Roland said leisurely, "At first, she was probably just trying to guard against your attack. Later, when she found out that I had no intention of exposing her, she used this as her escape route."

"Running away in her own blood ring? That's really the behavior of a lost dog, which is quite consistent with her ability."

Altluchi mocked mercilessly.

She looked very happy, as if she had forgotten her experience of escaping from the White Knight a few days ago, and that she and Rita were both victims of someone.

But it's not surprising.

Rita's words that she was a fool who had delusions about the Rainbow-level Mystic Eyes really touched Altuluchi's sore spot.

Moreover, it was revealed in front of Roland, which not only made all her efforts in sacrificing her sense of shame go to waste, but also added fuel to the fire.

She feels happy as long as she can see the other person being humiliated.

As for those unimportant details, she had long forgotten about them. Anyway, it was a done deal.

After laughing triumphantly for a while, Artelucci finally remembered the current situation and reminded the leisurely Roland.

"Is it okay to just leave her alone and not chase her?"

As a curse that erodes reality, under normal circumstances, the range that the ancestor's principle blood ring can cover is as small as a few dozen kilometers around, or as large as an entire city.

Although this method of simply treating the alien world as a barrier to trap the enemy and then using its coverage to complete alternative space movement is very shameless, it is still very effective in escaping.

Although Rita collapsed to the point where she not only gave up her ambition to train the saint, but also her desire to fight disappeared completely and she didn't even dare to say harsh words, but judging from the phantom she left behind, she was still able to control her legs.

If the opponent tries to escape by taking advantage of the distance, it will inevitably cause trouble.

"Didn't I tell you? There's no need for this."

Roland smiled faintly, without any worry on his face.

"From the fact that she left behind a phantom and escaped alone instead of directly removing her ability, it can be seen that in order to delay us, she planned to break through the edge and keep this alien world in its current proportions and orientation, thus increasing the distance."

"To be fair, there is nothing wrong with this strategy. It can even be considered safe."

"But unfortunately, she forgot one thing."

He pointed to his eyes.

There, the projected Demonic Rose Eye was still spinning and emitting scarlet light.

"This alien world was built based on my memories. If she wants to break through, she must be influenced by the deeper parts."

"For example, even if I actively cooperate, I cannot depict the true form of the annihilation phase. I can only imitate part of its nature...power."

"To annihilate all aspects?"

Altluqi was slightly startled.

Immediately, invisible waves of destruction spread out.

The sky was suddenly dyed dark gray.

It fell straight down in the most brutal and unreasonable way, like a stone thrown into the water. The next moment, with a thunderous roar, the state of things was directly overturned.

From the broken sky, golden sunlight shone brightly.

"...?"

Artluqi looked at the sky in astonishment, not knowing what to say.

The singularity that could distort even the laws of the planet was inexplicably crushed and turned into nothingness without even a speck of dust left.

Even though she knew it was just a false illusion, at that moment, Heiji still had the illusion that she was dead.

In that cold and ominous feeling, every cell in her body seemed to wail.

Fu Fu next to it was not in a much better condition. It also rarely arched its back, with all the hair on its body standing up and its mouth corners stretched into a grin, as if it was about to pounce at the next moment.

Just based on the Mystic Rose Eyes, the imitation part has such power. What would the original version of that power be like?
Artluqi shuddered involuntarily and looked at the culprit next to her.

"Well, although there is quite a distance between us, I guess she won't have the strength to escape now."

Roland chuckled, as if he was completely unaware of the slightly tense and explosive atmosphere.

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"In fact, it is already a great thing to prevent mental imagination from spreading to reality."

"……Um."

After a moment's silence, Altluchi took a deep breath and nodded.

Then, just as the two were about to pick up Rita's body, which was lying somewhere unknown.

"boom--"

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard.

Although its volume is at most comparable to thunder on a rainy night, its power is in no way inferior to the scene of the world changing in Rita's magic eye.

——Ripples like the surface of a lake have already appeared in the gloomy sky.

If this happened in the real world, it would probably just be normal climate change and not shocking at all.

But beneath that sky was a bloodthirsty forest that was like another world, unaffected by any natural factors. For the ancestor of the Dead Apostles, this was a scene that he still remembered vividly.

Roland raised his head thoughtfully and looked towards Fu Hailin in the distance.

"That is……"

----

"Did you fall into the trap..."

Loreleija moaned.

Beside her, the breeze flowed gently like water.

They are invisible familiars that accurately aggregate every change in the angle and direction of the airflow within the range of the spell into purer information and transmit it to the girl's brain.

The only information floating from the carriage behind her was still noisy quarrels. It was obvious that many magicians had not yet recovered from the fact that they had fallen into Fu Hailin.

As people who pursue mystery, they are not without the courage to face crises, but they are obviously unable to overcome the fear brought about by alienation.

But this is understandable.

The principle blood ring of Fu Hailin is closely related to the main body and is constantly unfolding. This alien world is like an extra-standard inherent barrier, completely isolating it from the real world.

Especially in mysticism, the existence inside cannot feel the great source outside at all, and can only rely on its own small source to extract magic from life.

For a modern magician, this is tantamount to cutting off an arm.

There is a potentially fatal crisis outside at any time, and inside is a closed compartment, and around are people like you who put profit above all else and are ruthless and ungrateful. It would be strange if you could remain calm at a time like this.

The ancestor of the Dead Apostles had clearly already prepared that this auction was a conspiracy, but he deliberately did not eliminate these magicians. In addition to not expecting the appearance of the saint, he also intended to enjoy the human slaughter.

At least Loreleija felt it strongly. In just a few minutes, this train had turned into a crucible of desire.

If it weren't for Barthelmero's authority and her prompt use of force to control the staff, there would probably be victims by now.

The Dead Apostles are indeed trash that should be eliminated.

Lorelaia made up her mind and without notifying anyone, she got off the carriage alone and stepped into the Fuhai Forest.

Although there are also talented monarch candidates like Olga Marie, as well as reliable helpers like the elite agent who has just obtained the Eye of Annihilation.

But for the girl who is the Marshal of the Demon Sect, they are just the average level of her clone team, and they don’t have the tacit understanding that she can command them at will. At most, they are at the level of not being a burden.

If it's just this level, it would be more convenient for her to come alone.

That sigh of being tricked was not an emotion evoked by the scene, but an explanation of the current situation.

From the messages that came from the wind before, Loreleija had already noticed many wandering dead people.

Although they were not even in reserve, they were simply manipulated like puppets by the Dead Apostles after their blood was sucked dry.

But the Fuhailin are not such picky eaters. If they had stayed longer, they would have become nutrients for this forest.

Being able to gather so many puppets in Fuhailin in such a short time was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment idea of ​​the ancestor of the Dead Apostles, but a carefully prepared plan.

Considering the position that allowed the ancestor of the Dead Apostles behind the Mystic Eye Collection Train to agree to cooperate, as well as the power that could find Fu Hailin in secret but didn't reveal any information, the person who wove this conspiracy was obvious.

"White Wing Prince..."

As she recited the name of this family enemy, the girl's pupils were already stained with anger.

However, Lorelaia also knew that now was not the time to be angry about falling into a trap.

Although she acted calm and composed on the train, and even dealt with the train staff with ease, it did not mean that she had no anxiety at all.

The bloodthirsty forest, which would attack living things without warning, could temporarily avoid this flaw and fill the gap with a large number of dead bodies ready to move.

The combination of the two, plus the geographical advantage of being unable to obtain magic replenishment from the main source.

In such a one-sided war of attrition, even a monarch would soon find himself in the dilemma of being unable to cook without rice.

Therefore, after collecting information using the technique as soon as possible, Loreleija immediately started to act.

She had to break out of Fu Hailin as quickly as possible.

The biggest advantage of this trap is that when combined, it can produce an effect where one plus one is greater than two, while its biggest disadvantage is that it requires a combination.

Because of Roland's intrusion, the train was unable to penetrate deep into Fuhailin, and the ancestor of the dead apostles was unable to entangle him in time.

This is her chance.

Before they completely surrounded her, whether it was Fu Hailin or the Legion of the Dead, Lorelaia was confident that she could defeat them all if she faced them alone.

At an astonishing speed, the young Demon Marshal advanced unhindered, like a sharp knife piercing the chest.

however--

Even though they hadn't even traveled half the distance, Lorelaia suddenly stopped, tightly gripped the whip at her waist, and stared ahead without any carelessness.

There, a female figure was slowly emerging from the transparent air.

Even this gloomy forest was dyed with a different color by her.

——This is not a metaphor at all.

At the feet of the figure, winding rivers flowed out. In the red and black forests, the pure color of the water was as beautiful as the dawn in the darkness.

But watching this scene, Loreleija became even more alert.

As the Marshal of the Mage Sect, she possesses secrets that even the library in the Clock Tower cannot match.

So, she quickly realized the nature of this scene.

"I didn't expect to see you here..."

The girl bit her cherry lips lightly, but her eyes became more serious.

"——The fantasy becomes reality." (End of this chapter)