Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Boom boom--"

A low sound echoed around.

Several pressure gauges, regulating valves, and the water injector on the other side, in the speeding train, each component burst out with a sharp explosion like a boiling kettle.

The dull sound of burning iron and coal continued to sound.

"What a bad character... He can only play some useless tricks."

However, even in such a noisy environment full of gear creaking, the cold female voice without any fading still sounded.

Lorelaia waved her right hand, and the fierce wind rushed into the cabin, accurately cutting off the connection of the equipment.

Such behavior is quite reckless. If you are not careful, you may be blown up to the sky with the whole carriage in the trembling sound of the steam pipe.

But if you only pay this price to stop this train, it is a very cost-effective deal.

Lorelaia was fearless and let the strong wind gather around her, forming a pale and tangible vortex, twisting the surrounding steel and barrier into a mess.

However, even so, the running train had no intention of stopping.

The girl glanced at Rey and Rodin, who were shackled and twisted by their limbs, and frowned slightly.

This is the locomotive in the Magic Eye Collection Train that guests cannot enter.

It is the core running part of the train. Whether it is the semi-alien space or the order to drive the train, it all starts from here. It can be said that a single move affects the whole body.

But even though it has been destroyed like this, the current state of the train has not changed.

In other words -

"Did she change the structure of the train in advance and turn it into a disposable prop?"

Lorelaia sneered.

"It seems that only in terms of escaping, she still has the courage of the ancestor of the dead apostles."

Hearing this disdainful ridicule directed at the master, although they have completely lost the ability to move and can't even groan, Rey and Rodin still clenched their back teeth, letting the cold blood flow to their jaws, and glared at Lorelaia as an invader.

But in the face of such a movement, Lorelaia didn't even intend to cast a glance.

Ever since the target appeared, she has been observing the environment on the train and the accompanying staff.

Although the first impression was that they were alchemy androids, as a magic marshal, Lorelaia soon realized that something was wrong.

Despite their expressionless faces and meticulous postures, the existence and thoughts of these staff members were too thin.

Although androids are also trapped by the instructions set when they were created, their essence is still an imitation of humans and has the possibility of giving birth to emotions.

But among these staff members, even the well-mannered Reandroid does not have the slightest humanity. In addition to the mission of guarding the train and collecting, there is nothing else in their personality.

Rather than being human, it is better to say that they are structures that appear in human form to operate the magic eye collection train.

For such a worthless tool, Lorelaia couldn't even get interested in taking action.

The girl turned her head suddenly and cast her eyes out the window.

Although she could use her full strength to break through the barrier now, it was a one-time use after all, and she didn't need to do anything at all, and the train had reached the end of its journey.

The vague fleeting light and shadows at high speed were gradually fading.

The specific scene of the forest in the distance had been revealed, just like a beach at low tide.

However, although the scene was still muddy land and a wilderness composed of forests full of branches, the color had completely changed.

The refreshing green turned into a dark dry color.

A ray of dark red blood light could be vaguely seen from the end of the branches.

Even through the carriage, the pervasive cold air was flowing in through the gaps.

This huge change in environment and seasons is naturally not something that can be explained by simple geographical changes.

The gradually isolated great source of magic is enough to make every normal magician realize that they are trapped in a closed alien world.

Obviously, the ancestor of the dead disciples named Luo Jian took advantage of his position in the dark and defeated the young magic marshal.

But despite this, Lorelaia still did not lose her mind.

Although she believed from the bottom of her heart that the dead disciples were a group of rotten corpses that could move, since they could reach the level of ancestors, they could not be easy to deal with.

Contempt for their personality did not affect the girl's respect for their strength.

Before coming, Lorelaia was mentally prepared for the plan to not keep up with the changes.

What's more, the current situation is much better than she expected.

If the train manager stayed safely on the train and took the lead in launching a surprise attack when the train stepped into the trap, even Lorelaia, who was fully prepared, would inevitably feel difficult.

It might even be worse.

This is not because the girl thinks she can't win, but because she is worried that the other party will use her familiarity with the environment to escape.

As long as the enemy is willing to deal with her, no matter what the situation is, Lorelaia is confident that she can win. However, she is helpless against this tactic of directly starting the escape route.

Fortunately, perhaps because they did not expect the living saint, the enemy could only use the method of abandoning the car to separate the two and deal with them separately.

Lorelaia certainly would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

She quickly made a judgment.

Before the enemy and the saint's battle became intense, she had to break through the trap and go to support.

——Otherwise, the battle would probably end very quickly.

This was certainly not to underestimate the newly promoted living saint.

The fighting power of the saint may be controversial due to different times, but the lower limit is there, and it is impossible to lose to a mere ancestor of the dead apostles.

But from the current clues, the ancestor of the dead apostles she was chasing was very cunning. Since he took the initiative to leave the phantom here and use his real body to deal with the saint, he must have some trump cards.

Maybe he can't win, but he must be able to delay or trap him.

But even though she decided so, Lorelaia didn't rush out of the car immediately.

In any case, this was a trap that could trap her. If she acted rashly without seeing the whole picture, it would be the same as struggling in the mud.

She would only get deeper and deeper, and finally unable to move.

The invisible wind passed over the girl's swaying ponytail and sank into the dark forest.

Lorelaia narrowed her eyes, and a sharp light flashed in her pupils like a sword.

The next moment, as if an invisible evil spirit was waving a blade, several vines outside the window broke into several sections.

They drooped on the ground like a snake with its head chopped off.

Blood was gushing out from the broken ends.

Yes, bleeding.

The trees in this forest secrete not sap, but blood.

"Is that so..."

Seeing such a tragic scene, she murmured the true identity of this foreign land.

"The seventh seat of the ancestors of the dead apostles——"

"Fuhailin Anashu?"

Roland looked at the bloodthirsty forest at the end of the horizon and whispered.

That was a blood-sucking species transformed from a blood-sucking plant, the ancestor of the dead apostles who inherited the name of Anashu.

After the first generation seventh ancestor was executed by Bai Ji, his blood was absorbed by a blood-sucking plant, and this extraordinary monster was born.

Possessing the will to think, able to move on its own, a blood-sucking forest that is almost a fantasy.

Because it is a plant, although it will think and judge the reaction of the outside world, it will not try to communicate with others, but will only act according to instinct.

It is essentially a natural disaster.

It appears in the ordinary world to feed in a cycle of fifty years. Any creature that enters the forest will become the target of prey, and even the entire town has been turned into a blood sacrifice.

Although the church has sent people to try to destroy it every time, it has not succeeded so far.

Because it is said that the blood it ingests will condense into a true red fruit that can make people immortal on the big tree in the center of the forest, Roland has a deep impression of it.

"This scale is the real body. I didn't expect to see it here."

Roland retracted his gaze and sighed thoughtfully.

"It's a good trap, right? Although she hasn't fully awakened yet, if she rushes into it without permission, even that Barthelmero can't easily escape."

A smug smile appeared on Luo Jian's face.

"If it was last year, it would be a bit difficult, but now she is just seeking her own death. However, it's really ironic..."

"If she was a little slower, I would not be able to do anything. Only when she keenly noticed the clues under the undercurrent and chose to come alone, this trap would be useful. This is probably the mistake that young people make when they are young and energetic."

"The arrogant Lorelaia struggled in powerless pain and finally broke down miserably... ah, so satisfying!"

The corners of her mouth widened more and more, almost reaching her ears.

Perhaps because of the picture she thought of, the girl who couldn't help herself held her cheeks and shook her head as if she was shy.

Such a cute action perfectly meets the male ideal of a girl acting coquettishly.

But because the girl's full appearance was still wrapped in a phantom, it gave people an inexplicable creepy feeling.

"She has such a strong will, it must be a very pleasant pastime."

"You seem to have said something with a lot of information unintentionally..."

No wonder Fu Hailin was on the track of the magic eye collection train.

It turned out that it was a trap specially customized for Lorelaia... No, it should be just a casual move.

Judging from the style of Luo Jian'an holding an auction to show off the magic eye collection, it doesn't seem like she has the leisure and intelligence to calculate the mastermind behind Lorelaia.

Roland's eyes flickered slightly, looking at Altluqi next to him.

Miss Hei Ji also looked suspicious, obviously knowing nothing about the clues Luo Jian'an said.

Even she could hide it, and the only one who could do such a thing was probably the White Winged Prince.

It seems that although she knew nothing about the mixing of world lines, she was not really oblivious to the wave of the future that was closing in on her.

Looking at the intoxicated Rojian, Roland shook his head.

"As far as hobbies are concerned, your taste is really low-level. It's a waste to destroy the spirit in a destructive way."

"My taste is low-level? I know that without you telling me, right?"

As if she had heard some funny joke, the curve of Rojian's mouth became more obvious, and the deep malice contained in it almost overflowed.

"But the so-called pleasure of vampires is just like this...trampling dignity, defiling the body, and finally humiliating the soul. Watching the pure girl fall little by little, there is nothing more wonderful in the world."

"Although I agree with the last sentence, but...so?"

Roland shrugged.

"There is still a big difference between a saint and a saint."

"Yes, although I am very interested in making saints fall, I really have no appetite for men, but..."

Suddenly, she changed the subject.

"--You are a special case."

"The gesture of bestowing blessings and miracles is too beautiful, to the extent that I can't help but want to violate it."

It was because she saw Roland at that time that she would show up at the risk of Lorelaia taking action in advance.

That beauty was too abnormal.

The true beauty itself is a great magic that is close to magic. As far as Rojian knows, there is a family in the clock tower that is studying this technique.

If this technique reaches the completion form, it is probably a similar gesture.

Yes...just similar.

In the final analysis, the ultimate beauty pursued by magicians is nothing more than a means to the root, that is, to reflect the universe from the inside of the world and thus touch the door to another dimension.

But the saint in front of him is exactly the opposite.

He fell from a height that humans cannot reach, and the posture that was realized in the world was the pinnacle of beauty in the popular sense.

"It has surpassed the prejudice that has accompanied me for thousands of years, and surpassed the plan and the humiliation of Barthelmero itself."

"That's why I will not hesitate to use my real body to meet you."

Staring at Roland who was unmoved, the crazy and terrifying smile on Rojian's mouth slowly converged.

In a blink of an eye, she returned to her previous mysterious and elegant appearance.

During the conversation just now, the phantom wrapped around her had gradually fallen off the ground, rippling like water.

So, the rules of the ordinary world began to deviate.

The bright rose petals moved without wind, decorating the surroundings into another world.

"In terms of strength, it has grown a lot compared to the phantom just now."

Roland looked at the female figure in front of him with interest.

Where she stood, dozens of bright red roses bloomed.

And the woman's beautiful golden curly hair was also embellished with gorgeous rose crowns, making her look like the incarnation of flowers.

The white veil hanging down to the waist and the dress of the same color together outlined the graceful body curve.

But despite her tall and slender figure, she did not make people feel thin, but mature and delicate, showing the most charming side of women.

The snow-white skin on her chest was even more ready to burst out. Just one look at it could stir the heartstrings of men, and they wanted to bury their heads in it and sink into this temptation.

And on that delicate face, the scarlet eyes that met Roland's eyes were even more sweet and tender.

In addition to this stunning beauty, what is even more unforgettable is the arrogance and nobility that seems to be in her bones.

"You will soon understand that I have grown far more than just strength!"

The charming woman lifted her skirt and bowed slightly to Roland.

"I am Rita Rojian, the owner of the Magic Eye Collection Train, and the ancestor of the Dead Apostles who ranks 15th among the 27 ancestors!"

Rita tore off her veil and elegantly revealed her identity, as if this was not a declaration of war, but a visit to an upper-class banquet.

However, this was not her deliberate pretense.

As a hedonist who does whatever she wants, it may be because of the status and life span of the ancestor of the Dead Apostles, or it may be because she is a person with an extremely twisted nature.

Rita can never be satisfied and is constantly dominated by boredom.

Even if she occasionally gets a new toy, she will get tired of it after a few days, so she can only stay in her castle day after day, indulging in sweet decadence.

But Roland's appearance gave Rita a premonition.

As long as she got him, the treasures and wishes she had been pursuing would be realized, and even the endless emptiness in her heart would be satisfied.

So, even if she gave up the hundreds of years of collection in the Magic Eye Collection Train and ignored the promise of the White Winged Duke to solve Lorelaia, Rita came here resolutely to meet him.

"The main course is next!"

Her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a wanton and crazy smile.

"Roland, let me mess up your body and mind!" (End of this chapter)