Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 468 Did the plan fail?

When Nevi called out his name, Lingge cast the magic of [Agility] on himself without any hesitation, and then rushed forward, rushing towards the hillside not far away amid the chaotic sound of gunfire and the screams of bats. The physical fitness of a professional athlete enabled the young man to walk briskly even on the rotten bacteria and soft mud on the ground. The surrounding gloomy trees and dense bushes flashed quickly in his eyes. The oncoming cold wind blew up the bangs on his forehead. Lingge was sure that he was not sweating, but there was still an unbearable heat on his back.

His target was Christian.

From the conversation with Fei'er just now, he already knew that Dickens and Christian, the two philosophers of the witch society, were actually pure administrative staff and had no combat power. It sounded incredible, but Linger did not sense any dangerous aura or fluctuations of magic from these two people. In this case, he thought, maybe he could try to hold one of the two philosophers hostage to threaten Fei'er and win a chance for the group to escape the encirclement.

Although it was a very bold and almost impossible plan to hold the philosopher of the Society hostage under the watchful eyes of the Grand Inquisitor of the Balance of Order and a large group of elite magic soldiers, Linger could not think of any other feasible methods. Rely on Alice's game console? But no matter which cartridge it was, it seemed that it could not cope with the current predicament, and time did not allow Alice to develop a new game - even if she developed it, where would she find a new girl king to activate the cartridge?

Therefore, even if this was a plan with only a one in ten thousand chance of success, he had to give it a try. The Countess had the same idea as him. Although the two had not communicated verbally, they had reached a tacit understanding. When Fei Er turned around and seemed to be leaving, and the enemies were most relaxed, she suddenly attacked and used the powerful strength of the demigod blood clan to contain the fully armed magic soldiers, giving Ling Ge a chance to go all out. The young man locked his target on Christian, one of the two philosophers, not only because she was smaller and thinner, and easier to control, but also because she was standing the closest to the front, which made people feel that there was an opportunity to take advantage of her.

Fei Er and Dickens were talking about something. Christian saw the figure of the young man rushing towards her in the blood rain. She frowned and understood his plan. She was not panicked, but just took two steps back, but the distance was obviously not enough for her to enter the safe range. Lingge, who had the blessing of [Agility] and physical fitness comparable to that of professional athletes, had come to a very dangerous distance - obviously for both parties.

The wind blew across his cheeks, like a sharp knife scratching his skin, and he felt a sharp pain. He held his breath and could almost see the calm expression on the face of the young philosopher and the unpredictable expression in her eyes. But at this moment, Langning Lavelle, who had issued the order to fire for the mecha troops, turned his head and set his eyes on Linger. He raised his left hand, put his index and middle fingers together, pointed at Linger, and uttered four harsh and short words: "Destruction toxin."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange dark blue appeared on Linger's skin. He felt that his body was getting weaker, his strength was constantly draining away, his mind was groggy, and he had trouble concentrating. He seemed to have lost the physical fitness that he was proud of as a professional athlete, and became an ordinary person - or, in other words, more fragile than an ordinary person.

[Plague] Path, Sequence 8 "Crimson Victim", Intrinsic Magic: Destruction Toxin. Consumes magic power, reduces the target's immunity, and weakens it.

Unlike Dickens and Christian, who were administrative staff, Langning Ravel, who was a frontline combatant, was a Sequence 5 magician. He had completed the structural analysis of all magic in the current sequence a long time ago, but he could not continue to advance because he had not yet obtained the philosopher position. Moreover, as a believer in the Herb Garden, the path he chose was the most bizarre of the seven Chaos Paths, the [Plague] Path.

Inevitably, Linger slowed down. Ronning Lavelle didn't seem to show any mercy to his "friend" who he had talked about the future and idealism with in the corridor of St. Lowood National School. His solemn eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, he uttered the short and powerful words again: "Black Death."

This is a terrible word that has caused countless chaos and deaths in history. After entering the Middle Ages, with the development of medical technology and the rise of the concept of health protection, it was gradually forgotten by people in modern civilization. But perhaps if you change its name, you can recall its terrifying, cruel and bloody journey: plague.

As a college student majoring in history, Ling was no stranger to this infectious disease, which had one of the highest infection and mortality rates in the history of human civilization. His steps suddenly paused, as if he had seen his mouth, nose, ears and other organs bleeding uncontrollably, his face turning pale, his breathing becoming difficult, and he even coughed up bloody sputum after a violent cough. These were typical characteristics of patients with the Black Death.

But the imagined pain did not come. Instead, a magic knight not far away suddenly let out a low whimper from his throat, and then collapsed to the ground, breathing weakly, with his chest barely rising and falling. A golden thread floated faintly on his body, and the end was connected to the white and delicate fingertips of the blue-haired girl.

It was Saint Shallia who used her royal power to distort the enemy's goal and transferred Ling's "fate" of being infected by the Black Death to another person. There was no fluctuation of magic power in this process, so even Langning Ravel, a Sequence 5 magician, could not detect it. Langning's eyes fixed and he glanced at Saint Shallia inconspicuously. The latter gently lowered her eyelids, hiding the deep thoughts in her eyes.

Although he avoided the horrible Black Death with the help of Saint Shallia, the destructive toxins that reduced his body's immunity still slowed Linger down gradually, which was definitely a fatal mistake in the race against time. Linger knew in his heart that he would not have the chance to hold Christian hostage. What was worse was that some of the magic knights with stronger psychological qualities had already gotten rid of the state of fear caused by Nevi's blood magic. They reorganized their formation at an astonishing speed, lined up in front of the hillside, raised their magic guns to the young man, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Even the physical fitness of professional athletes could not catch the trajectory of the bullet, not to mention that this was a magic ray that was much faster than a bullet. Linger's pupils suddenly shrank in a dazzling phantom light, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the rusty smell left by death in his heart.

But at this moment, a petite figure rushed out from the shadows beside him and hit him hard on the shoulder, causing the young man's body, which had become weak due to the destructive toxin, to stagger involuntarily and stumble to the side. Instead, the petite figure stood in front of the dense magic rays in the sky.

"Get out of the way, human!"

Lingge heard her slightly nervous but strong voice ringing in his ears, and the black bat wings behind him flapped violently. A visible storm was wrapped in a rain of blood, which condensed into a surging wall of blood in front of the two of them, blocking all oncoming shots.

The volleys of magic guns erupted in the night with a neat echo like the sound of piano keys. The dazzling beams of light penetrated the surging blood wall, like an angry storm hitting the calm lake, submerging everything in the depths of the suffocating storm. The blood wall was constantly torn and quickly healed, then torn again and healed again, repeating this process over and over again, and Leticia's face gradually turned pale, and finally completely lost its blood color, like a patient who had lost too much blood, and one could even clearly see the blue and red blood vessels under the sickly white skin.

Without saying a word, the young man rushed towards the magic knight who had just fallen due to the Black Death, ignoring the groaning in his throat, and picked up the magic gun that he had dropped on the ground. He fiddled with it for a few times, tried to inject magic power and pulled the trigger. A dark blue beam of light suddenly condensed in the cold barrel, piercing straight through the night like a javelin and falling into the enemy's formation. Although compared with the dense rain of light, this lonely magic ray was quickly annihilated in a huge tide, but the young man still breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, what Saint Shallia said was right. The biggest advantage of magic devices over magic is their simplicity. Anyone with a little knowledge of mysticism and normal intelligence can easily use them.

He returned to Leticia, raised his gun and pointed it at the neatly lined up magic knights in front of him, trying to use this picked-up weapon against its original owners. He also explained to the surprised vampire girl, "This thing shouldn't get in the way, right?"

Leticia pursed her lips, turned her head back, and continued to maintain the stability of the blood wall. It seemed that she didn't want to talk, but Ling Ge still heard a barely audible snort: "Whatever you want."

……

In the silent night, the battlefield in the swamp is gradually becoming silent, while the battlefield outside the swamp seems to have just begun.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)