Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 449 Is this not enough?

"It seems that you know us very well." Fei'er's true identity was exposed, but his expression remained calm, even a little playful: "Do you mind telling me what else he said to you? I don't think it's just a name? What kind of image do we have in his mouth? In fact, I have had this doubt for a long time, that is, how would a betrayer describe his old master? Satisfy my curiosity, Gundarufo. In this way, maybe I will be a little gentle when I pierce your heart with this Death Thorn Lance Longinus later."

"The most accurate thing he said about you was your over-the-top and unwarranted self-confidence, and now I have witnessed it with my own eyes."

Gundaruf said coldly, and at the same time, he glanced at the dark night outside the swamp. He saw that the silver airship that fell from the sky was still quietly floating in the air, and had no intention of joining the battle immediately. In this case, he was naturally willing to stay here to delay Fei Er and buy more time for the friendly forces to fight. If the enemy's fresh forces joined the battle, the werewolves of Silver Moon might be able to barely resist this wave of attacks, but the rest of the aliens were just a mob and would be dispersed immediately.

In this case, the situation will be irreversible.

"Besides, you can't claim to be anyone's master."

He retracted his gaze and looked back at Fei'er's face, and saw that her silver-gray eyes gradually showed an interested look, as if she was expecting him to say something interesting to amuse her. Such a casual and unrestrained attitude was far from the cold and majestic chief judge in the rumors.

"They are just a group of people who have come together for the same ideal. If the faith and energy they have poured into this ideal can be weighed equally, then there is no such thing as who is the master of whom or who betrays whom." Gundalufu said, "I don't like Solomon very much, but on this matter alone, I agree with his opinion."

Fei Er picked his ears and said noncommittally: "If there was nothing wrong with my ears, I would have heard a werewolf talking to me about ideals, and his writing was pretty good. Has anyone ever said that you are suitable to write scripts for Rostin's theaters? In addition, I agree with what you said that no one is the master of anyone, but please don't try to make excuses for Solomon's betrayal. It was the association that made him what he is today and gave him his current strength and status. Can he easily erase our efforts just because of the four words "different ideas"? Don't forget his current name - Solomon, but it was given by us. According to what you said, next time we meet, I have to suggest that he use his original name again, Salende Elke? Tsk, that's really ugly!"

She spat with disdain.

"Because they're stupid."

Fei Er smiled, but did not answer. She just looked down. Her eyes did not fall on the main battlefield, but passed by the giant wolf as huge as a mountain in the dark fog, and looked at the most chaotic place in the swamp. However, the chaos there was not because the situation was so intense, but because the various alien species participating in the war had ulterior motives. Some were indeed trying their best to resist the offensive of the Church troops, but some were fishing in troubled waters, and some were even trying to gain benefits for themselves from this chaos. The combined forces of the golden-maned lions, the deer-headed spirits, the eagle-bodied people, the vampires, the bat monsters, the forest lizards, the grassland hyenas, the night watchers, the ghosts, the soul-eating spirits... these dozens of races were beaten back step by step, and had no power to fight back.

"Ah."

The scene looked a little ridiculous, so Fei Er did laugh out loud: "So, these guys chose to fight for the same reason? I don't think so, right?"

"That's because your ideals are too extreme, and there is an irreconcilable contradiction with his ideals - to be more precise, there is an irreconcilable contradiction with everyone." Gundaruf lowered his head slightly, his eyes swept across the swamp filled with the sound of gunfire and fighting under his feet: "Including here, including the entire western continent, and even the continent across the sea... In the great cause of your ideals, they will all become enemies. Don't you think this is a bit too extreme?"

Fei Er never thought that one day she would be pointed at by an alien and scolded "You are too extreme". She was not angry, but found it funny: "Solomon even told you about this matter. It seems that he really doesn't regard you as outsiders. Don't you know that some secrets in this world can be fatal? What that guy is best at is arranging the chess pieces in his hands to die, while he hides behind the scenes and watches coldly. Look now, has Solomon appeared? Don't be so naive, Gundalufu."

Gundaruf never thought that one day he would be laughed at by humans for being too naive. He was not angry either, but just thought it was funny. "Don't get me wrong, Your Excellency the Grand Inquisitor, not everyone wants to die in a daze. I am not interested in the purpose of Solomon telling me this information. I just chose to fight back."

"what."

Gundaruf said coldly: "There are only two kinds of people in this world who will fight against their situation. One is the wise, who make choices with their firm beliefs; the other is the foolish, who become slaves because of their stubborn stupidity. As for the mediocre, they are mediocre and not worth mentioning."

"You consider yourself a wise man?"

"That may be true." "But in my opinion, he is obviously a fool." Fei Er grinned: "A wise man will not fight a losing battle."

"How can we know who will win or lose before the end?" Gundaruf looked at Fei'er deeply, crouched down secretly, and tightened his muscles: "Let's give it a try, Your Excellency the Grand Judge of the Balance of Order, or Your Excellency the Witch of the Witch Society, let's see who will win in this war!"

He suddenly raised his head and let out a long roar into the deep night sky. Different from the wolf howl that called for the wolves to resonate, this roar was sharper and wilder, and contained a kind of solemnity and indifference that humans could not understand, and perhaps only the incarnation of wild beasts could understand the meaning. Along with this roar, a hurricane suddenly arose in the swamp, and the tangible storm violently swept the surrounding things: from the fragmented mangroves to the strange insects and fish lurking under the mud, and even those aliens who did not have time to escape the hurricane's range... They were all swept up by the storm, as if they were in a whirlpool, and were involuntarily pulled to the darkest and most chaotic center area, and that was Gundaruf's open mouth, which stretched across the night like an abyss, as if it wanted to swallow the entire sky into its belly, and those cold fangs flashed a trembling cold light.

Affected by the storm, the constructed mechas in the nearby area had to fully activate the fixed wing system on their backs, spewing out a thicker, almost beam-like star-blue magic flow, while turning and adjusting the angle to resist the storm with a tight and neat formation, and barely escape the range of this man-made disaster.

The hurricane was blowing fiercely, and mud, sand and rocks were flying everywhere, blocking the view more than fog. Fei'er's ponytail was also blown and rustled, and her golden bangs were lifted up, revealing her smooth forehead. She had to put her palms in front of her cheeks to prevent the flying sand and stones from splashing into her eyes.

She knew that this was another kind of blood magic of the werewolf tribe, which could devour the surrounding things, dead or alive, thereby changing its own life state and bursting out with more powerful power. In the past, Saint Junio, the founder of Metosh, relied on this blood magic to devour the blood of many descendants of the gods, and then he transformed himself into the "Drinker of Many Bloods", invincible on the battlefield.

In more recent times, "The Biting Moon" Gundaruf also used this magic to devour the shining moon in the night sky, earning him the nickname "Moon Devouring Wolf". At the same time, a few days ago, he briefly devoured the headquarters of the Inquisition, the Temple of Judgment, causing the Port of Desolate Rain to fall into darkness.

Using this magic means that he has decided to fight to the death.

Watching the huge wolf beast in front of him open its huge mouth and swallow countless living and dead things, his body gradually underwent visible changes: the silver-white fur stood up one by one, becoming harder, and the ends seemed to be stained with blood; the already sharp claws and fangs became more prominent, almost as slender as swords, and also showed a cold texture of artificial metal; the whites of his cold and unruly eyes slowly disappeared, only the beast-like vertical pupils were expanding and occupying the entire eye sockets, looking both majestic and terrifying.

Legend has it that werewolves evolved from ancient wolf-like monsters. Although they have never admitted this, Fei'er believes it now after seeing Gundaruf's appearance. He is tracing back the memories in his blood vessels and returning to his most primitive and wild state.

but.

"This is not enough." Fei Er untied the black death gun that was tied with chains on his back and smiled slightly: "If it is only this extent, even if it is only five minutes, I think -"

“That’s more than enough!”

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure flashed and disappeared.

at the same time.

A distorted, mirror-shattering wail erupted from the void.

And the angry howl of the wolf.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)