Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

The Swire army formation was like a tide, the Swiss soldiers resembling a sea stained with blood.

Swords, spears, and armor gleamed coldly under the sunlight. Within the vast military force, finding the commander was no easy task.

"Marshal, those Goths have been forced into a corner. They are starting to resist."

Bluebeard gazed into the distance at the shadows gradually appearing in the sky. He knew they were the Skyfaring Airships seized by the Gothic Kingdom.

"What is the strength of those Gothic soldiers?"

"They also possess a special ability. Their strength exceeds the limits of ordinary people. Both soldiers and horses have gained dozens of times their original power.

In their defensive positions, our army's rate of loss is increasing."

"Hmm, it doesn't matter..."

Gilles lowered his eyes and waved the messenger out of the tent. He picked up a dagger from the table again and lifted the curtain behind the tent.

There, hanging was a person wailing in agony. Sharp metal frames pierced the person's body, firmly pinning them to the rack. The blood had already congealed into black scabs.

"I, I've said everything I needed to say. Please, you promised to let me go, let me go..."

The person looked at Bluebeard Gilles approaching, their body trembling more and more.

They cried out in fear and despair, pleading in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"But I am a devil now. Rather than keeping promises, I prefer blood, pain, and death. I don't even need to hide my own hobbies anymore."

Bluebeard Gilles revealed a cruel smile and slowly raised the dagger in his hand.

Several minutes later, in extreme pain, the man finally took his last breath, weakly hanging his head.

Gilles clapped his hands. Two Swiss soldiers stepped forward, dragged the unrecognizable corpse away, and threw it into a pit of corpses.

In the corpse pit, many bodies were already lying in disarray.

These corpses were all people captured by the Swire Kingdom during the war, most of whom were former soldiers of the Wither Kingdom.

"Some warriors blessed by heaven, and that little ghost."

Gilles narrowed his eyes, looking at the battlefield not far away. Many people had personally witnessed the battle in which the Gothic Kingdom defeated the Wither Kingdom, whether they were Goths or Wither soldiers.

So, after using some "torture," Gilles got the answer he wanted.

About the strength of those Gothic soldiers, and the "magic" that played a key role in killing the Wither King.

Especially... that red-cloaked girl who arrived suddenly.

"Now, I have an army from hell, and your heaven has become twisted ruins."

Bluebeard Gilles touched his chest, as if he could still feel the pain of the Starfall Sword piercing his body, and that vine arrow that tore his flesh apart.

"I will make you wish you were dead! Forever painfully kneeling and wailing at my feet!

No matter who you are, your soul will burn eternally in hell for this!"

Gilles hoarsely roared, and two blood-colored demonic horns protruded from his forehead, and red horizontal lines appeared in his eyes.

But soon, he suppressed them again and turned back into human form.

The tent was pulled open, and a messenger bowed and saluted:

"The Gothic King's location has been identified."

"On the Skyfaring Airship?"

"No, he appeared in the Gothic Kingdom's army. Our scouts have discovered his movements. It seems he wants to fight a decisive battle with us."

"Scouts?"

Gilles nodded. His eyes suddenly turned into blood-colored horizontal lines, as if connected to countless blood-colored chains.

Illusory chains flowed through the Swire Kingdom's army formation.

At the forefront of the army formation, on a hill occupied by Swire, a scout's eyes instantly turned the same blood color.

His face lost the normal expression of a human, and he pulled out the telescope from his waist, looking towards the Gothic army in the distance.

The Gothic Prince's figure in golden armor appeared in his pupils.

"Oh, indeed somewhat extraordinary. Is this what those guys call an angel?"

Gilles's eyes returned to their normal color, but a twisted smile squeezed out of his mouth, "I haven't tasted the blood of an angel yet. The wailing and pain of such noble fellows—must be very interesting, right?"

"Marshal, the Gothic King has appeared. May I..."

On the other side, Voll also entered the tent, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. A tinderbox had already appeared in his hand as he looked at Bluebeard.

"Of course, wait for him to go deeper."

Gilles looked at the waving flags in the army formation. "The power from angels is indeed very strong, but the devils from hell are the masters of slaughter—war never belongs to those pure fellows, it's a devil's patent!"

"Even so, he didn't hide on the airship. He is indeed a respectable angel, but also equally foolish."

Gilles laughed loudly, even ceasing to look at the spread-out battle map in front of him, instead taking it in his hand, crumpling it into a ball, and throwing it into the blood and filth on the side.

"Does he think that he killed the Wither King, and he can end everything now in the same way?"

"He is wrong. Do you know what the consequences of his mistake are?"

Gilles patted Voll's shoulder, and the old soldier holding the tinderbox showed a hint of fear on his face.

He knew he had the power to destroy cities, but he also had more fear of these devils, or rather, those who had fallen into devilry.

He knew where his power came from.

At Voll's heart, blood-colored chains were wrapped around it.

"I will kill him, then kill the red-cloaked girl he invited, and then slaughter all those who are truly bathed in holy light."

Gilles pulled Voll and walked out of the barracks. All the Swire soldiers mounted their horses and began to sprint forward.

In the sky not far away, the Gothic Kingdom's airships were showering down deadly flames and explosions, but all the Swire soldiers still fearlessly charged forward.

People always fight bravely for certain beliefs and pursuits.

But in the eyes of these Swire people, only deeper, somewhat lurking blood shadows remained.

"It's your turn, Voll."

Gilles's voice became a little low, but it sounded gloomy and terrifying, "Let your second buddy show up, in the horrified eyes of those people—kill their king!"

...

The Skyfaring Fleet left behind by the Wither Kingdom was like a fish in water in such a war.

The countless artillery shells spinning in the air, firing out thunder-like explosions and streams of fire, plowed out one bloody trail after another in the Swire Kingdom's army formation.

And the Gothic soldiers, and the surrounding allied forces, under the roar of the Happy Prince, all exuded a scarlet light.

Under such blessings, their strength, speed, and recovery were far higher than those of the Swiss soldiers.

Even though every Swiss soldier carried so-called "holy water."

"What are these Swire people fighting so bravely for?!"

The Happy Prince's eyes revealed a clear bewilderment. When he governed the Gothic Kingdom, he understood that every person, every commoner, yearned for a peaceful life.

But no one would like to desperately fight on a battlefield filled with blood and blades.

But why...

The Swire Kingdom was originally just an insignificant small country.

But after these Swire people occupied each country, they could quickly transform the people of that kingdom into desperate warriors.

They may not have that many combat skills.

But these people were beginning to uncontrollably turn into killing machines.

"Is it just because of the influence of hell? How many devils are there in the depths of the Swire Kingdom? How much of the Swire Kingdom has hell swallowed up, to allow these hundreds of thousands of people to have their minds corrupted by destruction?"

The Happy Prince took a deep breath. In the past, he never had the idea of slaughter or war.

The first time he drew his sword, the first time he decided to start a war, he was about to dominate the deaths of countless people.

"My people are like a sharp sword. If I can cut into this Swire army and kill their leader..."

The Happy Prince narrowed his eyes slightly. Not long after seeing this world again.

Engraved in his memory were not beauty and laughter, but bright swords, blood like rivers,

"Perhaps the surviving Swiss soldiers will regain some sanity, the clarity that belongs to humans."

This time, the Gothic soldiers had completely become accustomed to the power bestowed by the Happy Prince's blessing, so the combat power of all the soldiers was much stronger than before.

One Swiss soldier after another fell under the swords, and the Gothic army's arrow-like formation was far from reaching its limit.

Around them, the Skyfaring Fleet's artillery fire also formed a cover.

This made it so that although there were many Swiss soldiers, they could not form an overwhelming advantage.

"Close..."

The Happy Prince said.

Not far away, the flag of the Swire Kingdom's central army was reflected in the Happy Prince's eyes.

In the higher sky, above the Happy Prince's head, the gaze of the golden swallow, Ci Pallo, was also locked tightly on a commander with blue hair and beard in the Swire Kingdom's army formation.

"That guy is the commander of the Swire Kingdom this time. As long as he is killed..."

But at this moment, in front of the Gothic army, in the center of the Swire Kingdom's army formation, a huge darkness instantly swept over!

Or rather, it was more like a sensory oppression and confusion.

It was as if the sky turned black in an instant, and only a faint spark could be seen in the chaotic army.

Seconds later, the darkness disappeared, and a huge shadow like a building appeared in the center of the Swire army formation!

What is that?!

A... hound as big as a small mountain!

"Is this the Swire Kingdom's true trump card for conquest?!"

The Happy Prince roared and looked up. Everyone, whether they were Gothic soldiers or Swire people, stiffened at this moment.

It was a feeling of suffocation when dark clouds pressed down.

A hound over a hundred meters tall, its eyes the size of waterwheels, was staring down at the Happy Prince, the teeth in its open mouth like thick pillars!

"Boom—Boom!"

The hound moved. Each of its feet stepped down, creating a bloody trail and a huge pit in the army formation.

Its speed was not at all in proportion to its huge body. The forest-like fur made a huge explosion as it cut through the air!

The first to fly were the Swiss soldiers around it.

Those soldiers in heavy armor now seemed like light feathers, blown seven ways by the gale that the giant dog passed through.

And in the jumps, although those bombs and gunpowder from the airships swept over its fur.

But the flames could only scorch its fur.

It was far from enough to kill this huge monster!

"These bastards!"

The Happy Prince gritted his teeth and said, looking at the huge hound wrapped in flames and whirlwind, coming with an earth-shattering sound.

He did not retreat, but raised the golden sword in his hand high.

At the hilt of the sword, the scarlet gem emitted a bright light. Within the gem, some flickering magical light spots began to combine like fireflies, outlining complex patterns.

"Boom!"

A huge sound appeared on the path that the hundred-meter giant dog had to pass.

It was actually a giant built of skeletons!

At this time, all the runes on the giant's body were flashing with bright red light—not only that, but the blue and yellow colors emitted by the Happy Prince's eyes, coupled with the gold on his body, also began to spread inch by inch on the skeleton giant's body!

"Rumble!"

The giant hound's speed did not slow down in the slightest.

The next moment, it collided with the skeleton giant!

The huge sonic boom and airflow blew all the soldiers and warhorses at the center away. Countless unbearable cracks instantly appeared on the skeleton giant's body.

But under the blue light, it began to slowly repair.

It blocked it!

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

The golden skeleton giant began to fight heavily with the hound. In the sky not far away, the Skyfaring Fleet's artillery fire was also exploding on the hound's body, creating one flower after another formed by flames!

Blood dripped like rain.

The giant hound howled, like an earthquake and a flash collapse.

"No, the Skeleton Guard seems unable to completely resist this giant dog."

The Happy Prince's heart was getting heavier and heavier.

He could clearly perceive that the skeleton giant that Lake had brought to him was slowly collapsing, and those skeletons and joints were gradually collapsing even under his blessing.

"Your Highness, don't worry, although this hound is a little bigger..."

At this moment, a dazzling starlight suddenly appeared at the hound's legs, instantly extending into a crescent-like slash.

A bright red shadow leaped out of the air like a ghost.

Then, the hound wailed, and a narrow wound actually bloomed at the joint of one of its legs, and blood spilled—

Lake used the hound's own strength to launch a butcher-like attack at the most vulnerable joint.

And this blow caused the hound's own bones to tear as a result, drilling out from under the skin and flesh.

"Boom!"

Subsequently, the bone spurs that erupted from the skeletal giant's arm pierced the hound's chest!

Not far away, the cannons of the Sky Conquest airship continued their relentless barrage.

Fire and explosions continued to amplify the results on the hound, now restrained by the skeletal giant.

...

Meanwhile, in the Swiss army's center not far away, Gilles' pupils reflected a bloody hue.

The moment Rake's figure materialized from the air, Bluebeard's scarred face contorted with bulging veins, resembling a madman:

"Finally, you've shown yourself, heh heh. This time, you won't escape. You will pay a price far exceeding death—you haven't yet witnessed true despair!"

He laughed maniacally, retrieving an ancient scroll from within his armor.

His gaze, channeled through the controlled Swiss soldiers, locked onto Rake. The scroll in his hand spontaneously ignited with crimson flames, turning to ashes.

Scarlet chains, drawing upon an ethereal connection, lashed out toward Rake's body—

After assassinating the hound, Rake's body was once again concealed by the invisibility cloak.

But this time, Bluebeard's venomous gaze remained fixed on Rake's location.

"Volker, all the high-value targets have revealed themselves. Now, it's time to end this war—summon your third big fellow."

"Of course, Commander."

The tinderbox struck for the third time, a third trembling flame leaping out in the blood-soaked air.

The sound was subtle and crisp.

Yet it was not drowned out by the clash of weapons and cries of agony.

"Snap—" (End of this chapter)