Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 46 Have you fallen into a trap without knowing it?

"Approved to activate the 'Ether Optics Stand'."

Lestrade's calm voice, transmitted by the magic communication aid, reached the ears of the night watchman he had arranged in advance without any delay. Thus, the order was executed, and the situation on the ground changed drastically in an instant.

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In the chaotic crowd, Fialli was preparing to take action and create a bigger commotion.

Although the great Lord of Heaven has descended, Bishop Clothel's plan is not limited to this. His real goal is to complete a large-scale blood sacrifice covering the entire city of Linville with Saint Street as the center, to help the gods advance from Sequence 3 "Immortals" of the monster path to Sequence 2 "Descendants of Dragon Blood".

If they could be successfully promoted under the nose of the united religious orders, it would definitely be a huge blow to their prestige. Moreover, the Blood Red Banquet could also use this opportunity to demonstrate its own strength, forcing the Thirteen Hermits to reconsider their previous cooperation proposals.

I believe that with this incident as an example, they should evaluate the strength of Blood Red Banquet more carefully, instead of rejecting it without hesitation as they did before. That conceited and arrogant attitude is really enough to make people want to vomit.

As both are magicians, are the undeads of the Thirteen Hermits more orthodox than the vampires of the Blood-Red Banquet?

Fialli doesn't think so.

In the pitch-black darkness, the female reporter listened to the wailing and screaming sounds coming from very close, slowly took out a palm-sized metal knife from her pocket, and gently cut her wrist.

When she thought of this, Fiyali trembled all over, and was so excited and terrified that she couldn't control herself.

When he raised his head, his eyes flashed with cruel light, like a pair of scarlet gems, shining seductively in the darkness.

[Monster] Path, Sequence 7 "Vampire", Favor Magic: Alien.

Fialli was a step behind and didn't have time to make a move. Perhaps because of her childhood experiences, she always liked to think about things that had nothing to do with the current situation, so she seemed a little slow. This was also the reason why she was also a Sequence 7 but couldn't beat Virol and could only become a small reporter.

At the climax of the banquet, the gods will step over their corpses and ascend to a greater throne.

The light is spreading.

Fialli paused, looking at the scene in disbelief.

The path of monsters is always inseparable from blood, so their promotion rituals are always closely linked to the frenzy of blood. Whether drinking the blood of aliens, mastering their abilities, or placing their own status above that of mortals, causing killing, death, and disaster... all are part of [Monsters].

She had thought of many ways to try to change her personality, but she never thought that this slowness might sometimes save her life.

In Fiali's eyes at this moment, people are no longer people, but walking torches. The fire of their lives is so strong that even in the deepest darkness, they cannot completely hide their existence.

A huge aura of magical power suddenly came from four directions at the same time, and quickly swept across the entire dark world like a storm sweeping across the earth.

[Monster] Path, Sequence 7 [Vampire], Intrinsic Magic: Vampire Form.

They are sacrifices.

Gently tilting her head back and swallowing this drop of still warm blood, Fiyali's appearance began to change: her ten fingers were slightly bent, and her nails were stretched into sharp daggers; her lips were slightly opened, and the ferocious fangs slowly protruded from the upper and lower jaws of her mouth; the muscles on her back were stirring, and suddenly they were torn apart along with the skin, and along with the bright red blood, a pair of pitch-black bat wings also gushed out.

A drop of bright red blood oozed out, and then, under the control of magic, it gradually turned into a dirty dark red. Before, it was a drop of ordinary human blood, but now, it is the blood of a vampire.

They offered their blood to the great gods, and then became unconscious blood slaves themselves. Driven by hunger and thirst, they madly attacked the living and devoured their flesh and blood. Eventually, it spread like a plague, turning the entire city of Linville into a carnival feast of blood and wine.

Screams and wails continued one after another. In addition to the souls of the dead who wanted revenge on the living with hatred and resentment, the believers of the pre-arranged prayer meeting also began to take action, moving through the shadows of the night, ruthlessly reaping fresh lives.

The blood turned the streets into rivers, and the polluted souls made the blood moon in the sky even brighter and larger, as if it was falling and would soon descend to the earth.

It flows over the body like a gentle tide, purifying the filthy blood and pitch-black darkness, allowing people to vaguely glimpse the appearance of the earthly world again.

Farther away, with the Maintis Conference Building as the center, four majestic pillars of light rose from four different directions, penetrating the deep night. A dark blue light curtain higher than the sky extended from the left and right sides of the light pillars, and finally connected together to form a closed space, completely enveloping Saint Street and the blood moon in the sky.

In the area covered by the light curtains on all sides, the light began to purify all filth, and the world was bright again. The blood moon hanging high in the sky seemed to be hit by some invisible force, shaking violently, and then gradually dimmed, becoming looming, and it was unknown when it would completely disappear. At the same time, the giant arm that stretched out from the blood moon suddenly weakened its aura, losing its invincible pressure, and the blood rain that flowed through the gaps of the black scales was evaporated by the omnipresent light before it could fall to the ground.

The owner of the arm felt that his connection with the real world was being cut off, and he felt unwilling and angry. A terrifying roar came from the dark, and then the giant's arm firmly grasped the surrounding void and pounded it hard, as if he wanted to use brute force to forcibly open a passage.

"Are you still not going to admit defeat, Heavenly Feast?"

An indifferent voice was heard, and then two figures suddenly appeared in the sky.

One of them opened his mouth slightly. He was clearly a middle-aged man with a conservative look, but a clear and pure girl's voice came out of his throat, chanting a soothing and peaceful music, like a whisper to comfort the dead. It makes people immersed in it, and they can't help but want to close their eyes, empty their minds, and completely sink into the kingdom of death to obtain eternal peace.

The chaotic streets were caressed by the music, and the panicked crowds gradually calmed down, as if their hearts were washed clean, no longer feeling the existence of negative emotions; the undead who had returned to the world also stiffly stopped their actions of revenge, wandering around in a daze, with the flames of hatred and resentment in their eyes gradually extinguished; even the believers of the Crimson Prayer Society forgot their own existence in this music, and even forgot the great mission of God, and became dazed and confused.

[Corpse Collector] Path, Sequence 8 "Farewell", Intrinsic Magic: Requiem.

Affected by the Requiem, the giant's arms slowed down the movement of beating the void, and the violent and manic aura weakened slightly.

At this time, another thin young man gently raised his hand and said something silently. The next moment, a terrifying storm surged out from his palm and attacked the giant's arm. Each wind blade was like a sharp sword, falling on the giant's arm, tearing open the black scales and cutting out hideous wounds.

Along with a deafening roar from behind the void, filthy pus and blood poured down from the sky like a waterfall bursting its dam.

[Warrior] Path, Sequence 5 [Bringer of Turbulence], Intrinsic Magic: Chaos Cyclone.

The two magicians who suddenly appeared, with the help of the magic device "Ether Optical Stand", easily suppressed one arm of the pseudo-demigod Heavenly Eater, and even caused some damage to His body.

How can it be! ?
Fiali looked at this scene with a dazed expression. As a reporter, she easily recognized the identities of the two magicians: parish representative Longdenel, and parish general manager Clermont.

Shouldn't they be in the negotiation venue, being restrained by Lord Clothel? Why did they suddenly appear here?

There is also the "Ether Optical Stand". As far as she knows, this type of magic device must be arranged in advance and the parameters must be adjusted by professionals before it can be used.

In other words, the united cult had already seen through Lord Clothel's plan and adopted corresponding strategies?
It is even possible that this negotiation is a trap! ?

if it is like this……

She staggered back two steps and looked towards the street entrance. Sure enough, she saw a steam locomotive rumbling into the street like a mechanical behemoth. With its huge size, it easily blocked the entrances and exits on both sides. Silent knights, fully armed, jumped off the locomotive and dispersed without any hesitation. With amazing execution, they quickly controlled every dark alley, every building and even every commanding height.

Their figures were everywhere, and Fiyali felt like she had fallen into a carefully woven giant net, and her whole body was cold.

No, we can't just sit here and wait for death!

Those night watchmen never knew what mercy was. If you fell into their hands, you had no choice but to die.
Fiyali didn't want to die, she wanted to live. It wasn't that there was any reason why she couldn't die, it was just that struggling was the nature of living things, even ants struggled to survive, not to mention that she was a magician who mastered mysterious powers.

However, facing such an impenetrable network, how can one escape?
Fiali watched helplessly as the silent magic knights took control of the block and began to approach. She coldly used her rifle to kill the undead and prayer believers who tried to break free from the influence of the Requiem and resisted. She felt a cold suffocation.

They were merciless, even when facing innocent people possessed by the undead, they would pull the trigger without hesitation and shoot through their hearts. The blood of those who died from the magic rifles and those who died from the chaos mixed together, and it was impossible to tell which was which.

The noisiest silence will be stifled by the most severe means. Fiyali slowly retreated, slowly retreated, until she leaned against a crumbling wall, only to find that she had nowhere to retreat, and she felt desperate.

A final resistance?
She thought sadly, but suddenly, out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of something that shouldn't be there.

That is……

Wire?
　Woo woo woo give me some meow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)