Synopsis: Infinite Conquest

The man spoke with certainty, and then decided to look at Xian Gu Yong's immature figure.

"It should be magic, is it hypnosis or charm magic?"

He gently sniffed Xian Guyong's magical power, and clearly felt the same magic power with vampires.

"That's right. "."

Tohsaka Qi's mouth curled into a smile, and then he waved slightly to Xian Gu Yong who was standing there.

That girl, a girl named one of the three saints of the Lion King organization, threw herself on Tohsaka Qi without any shame, and then her lips slashed towards the man's body.

"It's really a terrifying level of magic. Even the three saints of the Lion King agency can be manipulated. It's a dangerous guy."

Seeing this incomparably weird scene, Dimitory heaved a sigh of relief.

After all, if the Lion King agency is also united with Netheril, then the 'Warlord's Domain' will be an absolute disadvantage.

"It's just a trick worth mentioning."

Tohsaka Qi gently pushed the girl away from him, and then looked at Vattola again.

"What's your choice, Ophiuchus? I don't need to kill you yet."

Listening to the disdainful words, Dimitriye couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Judging the situation is my advantage."

He gently responded to Tohsaka Qi's words, and then shook the black dust on his suit slightly.

"So, let's retire first, and I hope you can have a good time in Jinsheng Island!"

While saying this, he released the materialization of his body without hesitation.

As if he didn't have to worry about Tohsaka Qi's surprise attack, the man instantly turned into a pale golden haze that gradually dispersed.

"No need to kill him, master?"

Kiyohime asked indifferently, but his eyes swept to Xiangu Yong who was still lying on Tohsaka Qi.

However, Xian Gu Yong, who was under control, did not need to face Qing Ji's blade-like gaze.

"He's still useful."

Tohsaka Qi pushed away the bewitched Xian Gu Yong again, looking in the direction of Jinsheng Island, he sighed softly.

"The preparations at Shensheng Island should also be completed, right?"

There was a sense of loss in those words.

A few hours ago, at the airport in Kanagawa.

The snow-white iron bird gradually pierced the sky and landed on the flat runway.

The plane was not an exquisite size, but an extremely huge transport plane. There were also a number of planes escorting it around it.

There were even dozens of magic knights in heavy armor flying around the plane, waiting to tear the incoming enemy to pieces.

With such a huge formation, the island nation didn't even have the guts to block it. It was almost enough troops to carry out an air battle, but at this moment it was just the cornerstone for transporting big men.

Kanagawa's airport was reduced to wreckage with the characteristic 'crash landing' of the Sorcerer Knights.

At the height of several hundred meters, the so-called 'Magic Knights' jumped off the transport plane without any hesitation.

After being covered with armor, the mass of hundreds of kilograms easily tore off the roof of the airport hall, and by the way, the people inside were turned into bloody corpses.

Thousands of people, the Knights of Magic, this backward force used by Netheril as a transitional period, is now more intimidating than those elite killing machines.

Then, the knights in heavy armor pulled out the huge swords around their waists without showing any mercy and slashed at the innocent people.

It was not until the entire ground was 'cleaned' that the huge transport plane landed slowly.

Flesh and blood covered the wreckage of the airport, and the scorched earth like a broken wall turned into an extremely strange silence at this moment.

Thousands of magic knights stood in the ruins extremely quietly, waiting for the arrival of the transport plane.

There was a pool of scarlet blood under their feet, and sticky blood dripped from the giant sword in their hands.

Contaminated with blood, they were like devils in purgatory, and the bright silver armor turned dark red at this moment.

As the plane landed, the knights invariably bowed to the girl who walked out of the cabin, half-kneeling.

"...Really, the tradition of the Netheril Magic Knights?"

A withered magister, sniffing the bloody breath, couldn't help complaining.

Indeed, this mission called 'Magic Knights' has been suppressing both internal and external from the very beginning, and there has never been room for mercy.

(Good on the king) "We, we have no position to complain."

Behind the old man, another solemnly dressed woman reminded softly.

They, these magisters and witches, are the biggest beneficiaries of this system.

As the mages and witches stood still, the young girl slowly walked out from the cabin.

Looking at the airport that had turned into purgatory, she couldn't help but curl her lips slightly, her slender fingers gently tugging at her long flame-colored hair.

"Rough, arrogant, unreasonable, and without the slightest self-restraint."