Synopsis: Infinite Conquest

"By the way, I really like persistent girls."

"If you change your mind, I can still give you strength."

"Curshu Karsten, I, hunted."

"Remember, in this world - the weak, the original sin!"

Like the whispers of a demon, the deep voice echoed in Crusher's ears, and the girl couldn't help being immersed in it, unable to extricate herself.

But at this moment, a miserable whimper resounded in the ears of Kurossi.

"Head! Head! Are you alright!"

It was a snow-white knights dress, with a rapier at the waist, and long smooth cyan hair fluttering in the air.

The elf knight Julius, but at the moment is still a talented knight candidate.

For him, the knight leader was undoubtedly his mentor, but at the moment he didn't know his life or death, and the appearance of dying made Julius feel terrified.

After all, no matter how he had no concept of the strong, he still knew that 'Marcus', the head of Knight 173, was one of the best in the entire Lugunica.

He is different from the knights who bear the protection, just relying on the mortal figure, he has become the leader of the knights of the guard, and it is difficult to compare with the sword ghost at this moment in terms of his own martial arts.

But such a strong man was easily killed by Tohsaka Qi at this moment. The strength of the magician's tip of the iceberg made everyone completely unable to raise the courage to confront him.

"Captain! You must hold on!"

Yurius' whimper echoed throughout the capital, and the tragic cry was filled with nostalgia for strength.

Looking at this scene, Curius couldn't help clenching his slender hands tightly, and the words left by Tohsaka Qi echoed in his heart.

"Weakness, the original sin...?"

"Then, what is it about you, who has a powerful strength, but abuses you arbitrarily?"

"It's just a rhetoric of a villain."

"I will definitely defeat you with my own hands and return this sentence to you!"

The girl who was filled with justice at this moment did not know that in the future, when she realized the true meaning of these words, it would be the end of this kingdom.

A dance of magicians and witches.

With Julius' sad cry.

Unveil, the grand prelude!

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Chapter [-] Save Ram and Rem (for a reward!)

The flames were burning brightly at the moment.

Oxygen in the air is taken away, and breathing gradually becomes difficult.

The scorching temperature burned the skin, but what was more painful was the scar in the heart.

It was Lolita with short pink hair, lying helplessly on the ground that was burned by the flames and a little dry.

And all around, there are corpses.

Ghosts, wreckage!

"I, I'm going to kill you!"

A young girl with azure blue short hair and a delicate appearance squeezed out words with murderous intent in her dry throat.

She was called Rem, but she was just a shadow of her sister Ram.

No matter in all kinds of things, she can only help her sister to fight, and she doesn't even have the slightest sense of existence. It is completely to be forgotten, to set off her sister's strength and existence.

And at this moment, her sister, the strongest in the entire ghost clan.

However, her long horn was interrupted because she was protecting her 'trash'.

"Demon! Girl! Teach! Disciple!" Rem roared hoarsely. There was no weapon in her hand, and a long horn as white as jade slowly protruded from her forehead, mixed with sticky blood and The charred burn marks look quite destructive.

But at this moment, her enemy has no sense of aesthetics.

Those scumbags, who were wearing black hoods and were completely hidden from head to toe, looked at Rem expressionlessly at this moment. In their eyes, a weak one-horned ghost had nothing to fear.

Destroying the life of this young girl is very easy for these scumbags!

"Death!" The young girl roared, her young body turned into a phantom and rushed towards the witch cultists.

However, fireballs rushed towards her. These witch cultists mastered the most basic magic, and even the fireballs they displayed would not be underestimated.

At least those who despised them have already turned into bones and become part of their notoriety.

"Oh!"

The sound of the collision between flesh and blood resounded, and Rem rushed to the front of a witch cultivator, and smashed the slender pink fist on the witch cultivator.

Even with the gift of witches, they also have a certain degree of magic training, but these witch followers are still too fragile in the eyes of a ghost.

In an instant, the figure in the black cloak was knocked to the ground, and just when Rem was about to make up the lore, she made a fatal mistake.

Those other Witch Cultists didn't care about the life and death of their companions at all. Fireballs were condensed by them and blasted towards Rem, who was fighting with Witch Cultists.