Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 448 Unexpected Enemy?

Gundaruf also noticed the airships and recognized that the Deathbirds of the Order had arrived at the battlefield, but for some reason they did not join the battle. With the instinct of a beast, he smelled a dangerous breath and immediately decided to stop the army and even destroy it completely.

He firmly believed that he had such strength, and that no one could prevent him from achieving the final victory. Even if the mad dogs of the Balance of Order blew up the Forloze Castle, so what? They thought that destroying their territory would make them lose their will to fight, but they didn't know that this old wolf, who had been tempered in the flames of war for many years, had long been tired of the gloomy and decadent castle. He couldn't smell any scent that could make his blood boil from the bricks of the old times. In this case, burying it in ruins and flames might be the best outcome, and he would step over the wreckage of blood and fire to rebuild the great wolf kingdom in this peninsula, in the Taguao wilderness, and even in the entire Metosh.

He waved his huge wolf claws, casually sweeping away the several mechanical soldiers that were constantly entangled with him. The passing storm left sharp scars on the hard shell of the magic-conducting metal. Those silver-white birds fell down as if their wings were broken, and the star-blue magic flow gushing from their backs was more like blood splashing all over the sky.

Gundaruf had no intention of paying attention to his own results. He raised his head and let out a long and shrill wolf howl, which instantly spread throughout the swamp, startling the wails of jackdaws and night owls. The wolves in the swamp responded to the call from their leader and howled one after another. For a while, the wolf howls were heard one after another, covering the roar of the artillery fire.

At the same time, the blood in their bodies began to burn, their eyes were red like branding irons, and they counterattacked the enemies in front of them even more frantically. Their ferocious momentum did not seem like a struggle in trouble, but rather like ferocious hunters who had seen the dying prey and were almost driven mad by their blood and flesh.

This is the innate magic engraved in the blood of the werewolves, and it can also be considered a special ritual. The wolves galloping in the wilderness hunting grounds, led by the wolf king, let out wolf howls, thereby stimulating the wildness and ferocity inherited from ancient times in their blood. At the same time, their enemies will fall into a state of fear and timidity in the howling of the wolves, and will not be able to exert their full strength. The more wolves participate in the ritual, the more significant the strengthening and weakening effects will be. It is said that in its heyday, the passionate wolf howls of the Wolf Guards led by Saint Junio ​​on the battlefield could even make the soldiers of an entire city lose their will to fight and surrender.

Today, the power of the Neoesu family is far less than before, and the number of wolves has dropped sharply to less than one-tenth of when the country was first established. Therefore, in this resonant wolf howl, there is less confidence and publicity from the era of the Holy King, and more of a sense of desolation and depression.

Driven by the emotion of sorrow, the wolves of Silver Moon burst out with even stronger fighting power. They rushed towards their enemies without hesitation and barely withstood the bombardment of the combined forces of the cult. At the same time, Gundalufu turned his head and cast his eyes to Linsas who was on the same battlefield. As a good friend who had fought side by side for many years, Linsas understood Gundalufu's meaning without saying a word. He roared from his throat, and then his body swelled again. Originally, the giant Linsas was as tall as a mountain, but now it surpassed the height of the mountain, covering the sky and the sun. In the mist, it was like a majestic giant that could reach the moon with its hand. It was a walking mountain range and a mobile fortress as heavy as steel.

His larger size made his movements seem particularly slow, but only those who faced him in person could experience the terrifying sense of oppression. He took a step, and a violent earthquake occurred in the swamp; when he waved his wolf claws, the visible storm made the void groan under the heavy load. He stopped the main force of the Balance of Order, including the mechanical soldiers that kept flying in formation in the sky, the chariot troops on the ground that fired thick magic beams from their gun barrels, and the Chief Inquisitor Andrew who was commanding the troops on the front line.

A giant wolf as majestic as a mountain, with the power to overturn the continent and destroy the stars, is afraid of a figure that is not much bigger than dust and sand in his eyes. The scene looks funny, but only Gundalufo knows how much pressure the girl in front of him has brought to him.

He took most of the pressure off Gundaruf, allowing the latter to free himself and try to leave the battlefield and directly destroy the airship troops that had just arrived.

That's right, girl.

This guy is tiny, not to mention compared to the giant wolf, even compared to those mechanical soldiers flying in the sky, he is inconspicuous. If he were standing on the ground, he might have to concentrate and stare intently to penetrate the fog and fall on the other person. But Gundalufu did not dare to underestimate this guy who suddenly appeared. A look of vigilance and alertness appeared on his face. This kind of performance has never appeared before, even when facing the silver-eyed countess or the leaders of other families.

However, at this moment, a figure fell from the sky and blocked his way.

Golden ponytail, silver eyes, light leather vest, hooded jacket and silver-gray shorts, belt full of magazines and ammunition chains, leather fingerless gloves, dark red windshield, and a black death gun with chains on his back. Its length, including the gun blade at the end, is more than three meters. The cold silver gun blade flashes dark red light, the worn trigger, and the sight fixed with a cloth strip make it look very old, like an iron-blooded veteran who has fought on the battlefield for many years. In contrast, the owner has a frivolous and casual smile on his face, looking nonchalant, not taking the battlefield seriously, as if this is not a war, but a joke.

Gundarov instantly recalled that Solomon had mentioned to him in a serious tone that there were several dangerous people in the cult alliance who must be watched out for, in other words, leaders. The image of one of them corresponded exactly to the girl in front of him. At the same time, she was also someone he thought would never appear on this battlefield, because at this time she should be thousands of miles away in Leisenburg.

"Grand Judge." He uttered a few words in a low voice: "Fei Er." "You know me?" Fei Er's expression was obviously a little surprised, but soon returned to normal. She laughed happily: "In fact, I know you too, Gundalufu, although this is actually the first time we meet - no, that's not what I mean. What I mean is that as old rivals, we have fought for so many years, but today we meet for the first time. Don't you think this is interesting?"

This is true.

After Gundaruf led Silver Moon to join the Thirteen Hermits of the Secret Alliance founded by Solomon, he persevered in resisting the united church on the Sikilia Peninsula. Fei Er, who was a saint of the Inquisition Church and the chief judge of the Balance of Order, and whose headquarters was located in the Harbor of Rain, naturally regarded it as the top priority target and had planned and ordered the elimination of Silver Moon many times. The confrontation between the two sides has continued since the dark cleansing period, but today the two leaders met for the first time, which was really an ironic fact.

Fei'er found it amusing, but Gundalur found it ironic and his expression turned gloomy.

Because this seemed to hit Gundaruf's soft spot, or a hurdle that he could never get over - you have been fighting the Inquisition for so long, and you seem to be their biggest worry, but in fact you have never been considered a threat by them. Therefore, the Chief Inquisitor drove the Scarlet Night Gate to travel around the continent to perform trial tasks, but he ignored you and never pointed the gun of the Constructor at you, as if he thought that the threat from you could be contained by the personnel left behind in the Harbor of Rain.

Now, Chief Inquisitor Fei'er has come to the battlefield in person and blocked her way. Does this mean that she has finally begun to face herself and the power of Silver Moon?

Gundalufu was not happy. On the contrary, he became even angrier. Rage burned in his chest, but the old wolf knew how to restrain himself, so he didn't show it. He said coldly, "I didn't expect that the Saint of the Inquisition would appear here. Where is your Creation Mecha, the Earth Witch - Scarlet Night Gate, which is said to be invincible on land? Has it never arrived at this battlefield?"

"Yes, I left it in Leisenburg because it would make too much noise and might alarm you, which is not what I want to see." Fei Er looked at the giant wolf in front of him with interest: "But what surprised me is that you actually know the code name of the Creation Machine, which is highly confidential. Let me guess, Solomon told you, right?"

The Creation Machine does not refer to the Feiyemente alone, but is a unified code name for all the same type of constructed mechas, including it. Knowing the existence of the Creation Machine series means that the information of other constructed mechas besides the Feiyemente has also been exposed. In addition to Solomon, Fei Er really can't think of any other possibilities.

Gundaruf did not answer, but this silence itself was an answer.

Fei Er scratched his head in annoyance. "I knew that guy was a nuisance. I was strongly opposed to promoting him to the position of philosopher. Unfortunately, my opinion alone was not enough to convince the entire Special Assessment Bureau, so that guy became the biggest betrayer in the history of the association... Ah, did I let something slip?"

She realized it later, but Gundaruf just watched her poor performance with cold eyes, and a sneer slowly emerged on his ferocious wolf face: "Let's have an open conversation this time. There is no need to hide anything. After all, Solomon has shared the information about you with the members of the Thirteen Hermits."

"So, I guess I should call you——"

"Sir, the Dread Witch Fei'er of the Witch Society?"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)