Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 452 Will the prey fall into the trap?

The blood flowing from the wound did not drip, but under the control of an invisible will, it gradually transformed into a huge blood-red claw, quietly floating on the left side of Nevile. A cold and damp dark blood mist precipitated from the end of the claw, connecting the countess's left arm, constructing a special connection between the product of magic and the body part. Afterwards, she did the same thing, cutting a wound on her right wrist, turning the blood into claws. Two claws that were almost half a person's height floated on her left and right sides, looking both wild and domineering.

Alice's eyes lit up as she kept repeating "I want this, I want this too", but no one paid any attention to her. Nevile released half of her magic power in one breath to create these two blood-red claws. Her face looked a little pale, and a few soft hairs stuck to her cheeks and neck, rising and falling slightly with her rapid breathing.

She took a step forward, stretched out her hands, and her two blood claws made the same movement, using the sharp claws to grab the connection of the diamond-shaped crystal chips that formed the crystal wall. Then, as if she was forcibly opening a door that had been sealed for many years, she squeezed out a somewhat labored roar from her throat, and the claws transformed by magic simultaneously exerted force, tearing to both sides, shaking the solid crystal wall, and making a low wailing sound like an auditory hallucination.

The Countess had obviously used up all her strength. The invisible wind blew her snow-white ponytail into a fluttering dance. The bulging veins on her forehead and the almost cracked corners of her eyes did not make her look more ferocious, but rather added a bit of heroic spirit. Countless star-blue debris trembled and fell from the crystal wall, forming a dazzling torrent. In fact, it was the materialized magic that was impacted by external magic and was being uncontrollably stripped from the original magic structure. This was also the most brutal way to crack magic. It seemed that only magicians would study things that required in-depth research, such as analyzing the magic structure and even mastering the magic core, while extraordinary people and aliens had always disdained it.

As more and more magic power was forcibly stripped away by Nevile, a visible crack gradually appeared on the originally solid and inseparable dark blue crystal wall. At first it was inconspicuous, like the trace of glass cracking, but it gradually expanded, and the scene outside shrouded in deep night could be clearly seen through the torn wound. At this time, Nevile shouted in a low voice: "Leticia!"

The vampire girl, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately pulled Metien forward and ducked through the crack. Shemi lay on top of her friend and passed through together. Following closely were Saint Shalia and Alice, and finally Lingge. He mastered the magic of [Agility], which could temporarily raise his physical fitness and strength to the level of professional athletes. Therefore, he also took on extra weight and held Ovira, who was the least good at sports, in his arms in a princess hug and flashed through the crack. The princess of Beman hugged the young man's neck with both hands, and her ears were red and hot. Fortunately, it was dark at night and the situation was urgent, so she was not discovered.

The only exception was Nevile. The vampire's dark vision gave her the super power to see lice crawling in the water even in such a dark night. So when Lingge passed by her holding Ovira and came out of the crack, she clearly saw the sunset glow on Princess Beman's face and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Young man."

She sighed in a low voice, then suddenly loosened her hands. The blood-red claws instantly turned into a cold mist, solidified, split, and shattered, falling like a sky full of enchanting blood crystals. The cracks on the crystal wall began to heal. This was the self-repair mechanism of the magic field. Nevelle didn't know much about it. After all, she was not a professional magician, and she had no interest in understanding it. Before the cracks completely closed, she flashed through the crystal wall and appeared in the world outside the swamp.

The surroundings were filled with jungles of towering ancient trees, and the ground beneath her feet was soft and covered with rotten bacteria. The air was filled with the unique smell of swamps, like mothballs that had been sealed in a closet for many years. The pungent smell penetrated her nose, making her drowsy mind jolt and wake up completely. She looked up and saw the shadowy figure of Lingge holding Olvera in the depths of the woods, running forward desperately, looking very hurried, but occasionally looking back, as if to check on the situation of the person who was left behind.

Although such behavior was extremely irrational in a life-threatening escape and was likely to delay the opportunity and lead to serious consequences, Nevile still developed a slight affection for him.

“They don’t look like the kind of people who only care about themselves.” She murmured to herself: “No wonder Leticia is willing to make friends with them.”

Most humans are selfish, not to mention caring about their companions, and not taking advantage of others' misfortunes is already a moral standard. In this sense, this always calm young man and his companions can indeed be regarded as outliers among humans.

This is also the reason why different races such as silver elves, light elves and even traveler fairies gather around him, right?
After a brief sigh, Nevile did not forget the most important thing at the moment. After catching her breath, she spread the black bat wings behind her, leaped up, and flew at high speed from a height lower than the treetops, chasing after the figures in front of her. Her flying skills were undoubtedly superb. Even in the forest with intricate branches and vines intertwined and complex like a maze, she was like a visible but intangible moonlight, passing through the treetops silently, without even disturbing any leaves and making a noisy rustling sound.

"It looks like His Majesty is having a lot of fun." Dickens used the visual assistance plug-in to observe the situation on the battlefield, mainly the battle between Fei Er and Gundaruf. He had to ensure that His Majesty's power would not get out of control and affect other creatures in the battlefield area. Fortunately, it seemed to be under control so far.

"Three minutes and eleven seconds have passed." Christian frowned slightly: "I hope Lord Fei'er still remembers his duties and doesn't tangle with Gundalufo for too long."

"Don't worry, Her Majesty seems casual, but in fact she is more careful than anyone else. She just doesn't want to show it..." When Dickens said this, a technician from the logistics department suddenly came over and reported an unexpected situation to him, which made him look surprised.

"What's wrong?" Christian asked.

"An unexpected event - someone forcibly broke through the blockade and left the blockade area we had set up in advance. Being able to forcibly break through the magician's position, their magic reaction should be above the demigod level, and they are dangerous targets. Their identities are still unknown, but the data center has analyzed their current location and direction of travel."

"In that case, we should immediately send people to intercept them." Christian immediately made a judgment: "The purpose of this operation is to annihilate all the aliens in the Virtual Root Swamp. We must not allow any fish to slip through the net. This is a serious dereliction of duty. We must make amends, Mr. Dickens."

"I think so too, but the reality is... there is no need for that."

Christian asked in confusion, "Why?"

"Because although those people escaped the blockade area, their luck seems to be bad - the direction they chose to escape happened to be towards our command center. In other words, we just need to wait for them to get tired. It won't be long before they fall into our trap."

At this point, a subtle smile emerged on Dickens' face. It was unclear whether he was feeling some kind of indescribable joy for this coincidence, or the cold and acrimonious irony of reality for those aliens who tried their best to escape from the battlefield but ended up in a dead end.

Christian was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly in agreement.

So, in the casual conversation between the two philosophers, the fate of those unlucky guys seemed to be predetermined. There would be no other ending for them, just like there were many roads to take but they chose this dead end. It was all destined by fate.

In fact, fate is sometimes more fantastic and incredible than people's imagination.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)