Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Lorelaia opened her eyes wide and stood there speechlessly.

For Bartmero, who had the family motto that he was obliged to show his power with an elegant and cheerful mood when hunting, this behavior was undoubtedly a misconduct.

The girl understood this more deeply than anyone else.

However, her eyes were still firmly attracted and could not be moved away.

The reason for this phenomenon was also very simple.

Before the noble identities of the Magic Marshal, the monarch, and the candidate for the dean of the clock tower, Lorelaia was an out-and-out magician.

A seeker who uses individual existence as a fulcrum and magic as a medium to explore mysteries, analyze the world, and pursue the root.

Therefore, she would never ignore the temptation in front of her.

But the rivers gushing out from under the enemy's feet have already maintained a flowing state.

Clear and spotless, surging and rushing.

They jumped into the atmosphere like fish jumping into water, stirring up circles of ripples and surrounding them.

In this dark, bloodthirsty forest, where the atmosphere is poisonous, there are no rivers or gullies except for blood-sucking trees and land.

In other words, they appeared out of thin air.

This breaks common sense.

Even Hohenheim, who is at the pinnacle of modern alchemy and can freely convert the five elements and condense them into the Philosopher's Stone, cannot violate the principle of equivalent exchange.

Therefore, the ultimate secret of a magician is to be able to use only magic power as a medium and let one's own mental image replace the inherent barrier of the world for a certain period of time.

Therefore, the ancestors of the dead disciples who can possess the principle blood ring and passively erode the laws of the planet when they are alive will become the enemy who denies human history.

But when you are in front of the changes in front of you, you will understand that these powers that are sought after by countless people and are worthy of being called crowns are just subspecies obtained by imitating greater things.

The retreat of Fu Hailin in front of you is the best proof. When the planet really reacts and rebuilds the world, the so-called living singularity is just a little girl who is teased by others.

——The materialization of fantasy.

The privilege of freely interfering with the laws of nature by connecting one's own will directly to the world.

The ancestor of the dead apostles... can actually possess such power?

The surprise in Lorelaia's heart could not be described in words.

Although she didn't want to admit it, the girl realized at this moment that things were really out of her control.

While the girl was thinking, the woman who rose from the water also stretched out her body.

At that time, she was a beautiful woman with outstanding appearance.

From the outside, she looked quite young, with delicate and charming facial features and a curvy figure.

Perhaps because she was in the water, her skin was as pale as that of an ordinary vampire, but with a jade-like, vibrant and radiant feeling.

But compared to this inhuman charm, what was more eye-catching was her lazy temperament.

On the hazy red pupils, the eyelids jumped from time to time, looking sleepy.

The whole person looked confused, and her manners were very casual. Although she was standing, she was like a willow branch in the wind, swaying.

If it weren't for her extraordinary beauty, which also set off a different style of this behavior, she looked no different from those people who went to the bar to get drunk and ended up lying on the roadside drunk as soon as they went out.

No... they were no different.

Lorelaia couldn't help but slightly raised her nose.

Among the information that Breeze extracted from this woman, a large part was a strong smell of alcohol.

Being so reckless at this moment of ambush, whether it was on the side of the Dead Apostles or the human side, was a manifestation of self-degradation.

But the girl also understood that if she really regarded the other party as a bluffing trash, she would most likely suffer.

Finally, after a few seconds of silence, as if she had woken up, the woman yawned without any image, and her scattered eyes gradually locked on Lorelaia who was waiting for battle.

"That girl is really unreliable. Although she said she would take it seriously this time, she is still so useless... I have to finish her off."

She said.

The voice was calm and ethereal, with a dreamlike feeling.

It was like a mirage, hazy and gorgeous.

"Are you the eldest daughter of Barthamero that the White Winged Lord mentioned?"

"I am Smily, the 21st seat among the 27 ancestors. Although it is troublesome, you can't leave here alive today."

Although her appearance was the same as Rojian, mysterious and hazy, Smily did not have the slightest pretentious elegance, and directly reported her name.

However, judging from her lazy temperament, she gave people a sense of official business rather than being upright.

But even if it was just like this, it was difficult enough.

Water Demon Smily.

Although she was only ranked 21st, a low-ranking position that was often attacked, Lorelaia had always had a deep impression of her information.

In the final analysis, this is a rare mutant Dead Apostle.

As a monster that denies human history and a legendary vampire, Dead Apostles have quite a few taboos.

The most common ones are that they cannot walk in the sunlight, they are restrained by holy water, garlic crosses and other exorcism relics, and they are cursed not to cross running water.

For ordinary Dead Apostles, rivers, rivers and seas are insurmountable boundaries for them without the help of tools and relying solely on themselves. But just as principles will continue to evolve over thousands of years, life will also find a way out on its own.

Smiley was the Dead Apostle who overcame this and lived in the water.

Because of this, Lorelaia has never underestimated each other.

Curse is the source of power for the Dead Apostles.

The significance of making a fuss about this, for a magician, is no less than changing the quantity and quality of magic circuits and artificially changing one's own innate qualifications.

The realization of the previous fantasy is the best proof. According to rumors, the only one who can possess this ability in modern times is Bai Ji...

Being able to do such a thing, with such strong strength, it is not surprising that he has such an attitude of not caring about anything.

Therefore, although the whole person seemed completely unreliable, Lorelaia had no doubt about the authenticity of her words.

so……

"Is it really Bai Yigong's conspiracy?"

Lorelaia's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Bartholomew's hatred for the Dead Apostles was an unreasonable, almost pathological obsession.

Along with the proposition of magic engraving and title designation, it is rooted in Bartholomew's bloodline, just like the urge to exorcise demons among the four exorcist families.

And the source of this hatred that the world cannot understand comes from the persistence of the Barthemero family heads in the past generations for victory, and from the grievances between them and their old enemy many years ago - Duke Baiyi.

That's all for the other Dead Apostles. Only when it comes to the actions of the titular King of the Dead Apostles, even if the clock tower and family affairs are ignored, Lorelaia will personally participate.

As long as she can ruin the other party's plan, she will do it without hesitation, even if it means losing money.

The reason why Lorelaia participated in the Magic Eye Collection Train was because during a previous crusade that caused White Wing Duke to suffer a huge loss, she captured the connection between the opponent and the operator behind this train.

But now it seems that the other party may have taken advantage of this persistence and plotted against her.

"Who else but that guy would do such a thing?"

Perhaps it was because he was not good at lying, or perhaps he was unhappy with Bai Yi Gong, but Smilei readily admitted this.

"Although he is the oldest ancestor of the Dead Apostles, he is the only one who has such meaningless ambitions like humans."

"Does that kind of unclean thing deserve to be compared with humans?"

There was undisguised disgust and contempt in Lorelaia's tone.

"oh?"

Lazy Smilai blinked, as if a little curious was aroused by this attitude.

"You were obviously caught up in his conspiracy, but you can still maintain this attitude. Did you leave anything behind that could counterattack an army?"

"Of course - I want to answer this, but unfortunately, this round is indeed my loss."

Lorelaia frankly admitted her failure.

Just like the extreme adherents of aristocracy who treat everyone equally, the overly arrogant girl also has the calm foresight to abandon the pride and complacency of the strong.

"But that doesn't mean I gained nothing."

Whether it is success or failure, as long as changes occur, they must leave traces.

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Capturing information from those fragmentary records was a matter of ease for Lorelaia, who was accustomed to using wind magic to collect intelligence.

Although Bai Yigong turned the clue that exposed his failure into a fatal trap.

But in the final analysis, it was just a casual move without knowing whether she would notice it or whether she would act.

Even if Fu Hailin, who didn't need to negotiate, was removed, Luo Jie'an and Smi Lei, the two ancestors of the Dead Apostles outside his sect, agreed to help. It didn't take much to think about it, but Bai Yi Gong must have paid a huge price.

"To put so much effort into a casual move that you don't know whether it will work or not. Judging from that guy's calculating personality, it's too unreasonable."

"Unless he thinks that this move is necessary regardless of whether I will come or not."

A stern smile appeared on the corner of Lorelaia's mouth, just like the clear light reflected by a sword on the lake.

"If I come, this will naturally be a trap for me to be buried here. If I don't come, it can also act as a layer of insurance. In case I follow this clue and notice some truth."

"He is carrying out some plans that he would rather give up his wealth and power to cover up."

"...I underestimated Mr. Bai Yi."

Smilei's beautiful and lazy face showed a serious expression for the first time.

"You do have the value of having to pay a huge price and set up perfect insurance to prevent and stifle it."

"Unlike that guy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, I am not keen on creating dependents, but if the target is you, I am willing to make an exception."

"With your qualifications, I can directly train you as a successor. Even if you still want to cause trouble for Bai Yi Gong, I will not stop you."

She raised her head and spoke in a gloomy tone, as if a cold and moist snake was crawling on her body, leaving behind creepy and sticky traces.

"How about it, Bartholomew, choose one. Become my retinue and leave here with me."

"Or should we continue to resist and become Fu Hailin's nourishment?"

"Neither of them is necessary." The thin eyebrows did not twitch at all, and there was only cold hatred in Lorelaia's pupils. "Anyway, there is a third option."

The girl's face was full of ironic and fearless smile.

"For example, walking out on your body in a dignified manner, isn't that also a way to leave?"

Although she is a magic marshal, Lorelaia does not have the puppet technology that is more valuable than the status of a crown magician like Aozaki Touko.

In terms of specialness, she is not like Rin Tosaka, who is born with the magic attributes of the five elements.

But the girl has never longed for these things.

Her attribute is just pure wind, and the magic characteristic is the omnipotence brought by her bloodline. These two are enough to serve as the cornerstone of everything.

Once you take a shortcut, people tend to lose their awe and vigilance.

Compared to those special magic or superpowers that can be cracked and make people dependent, the girl trusts her own strength more.

Apart from magic, other special techniques are impure.

After all, magic is called magic because it can be reproduced and reproduced through other means.

Therefore, even if you don't need to learn them, you can still reach the upper limit of modern times through general techniques.

Even if it is enhanced magic, it can make humans and servants compete with fists and feet when used to the extreme. Even ordinary wind magic can destroy the city when used to the extreme.

How much water a wooden barrel can hold depends on the shortest board.

In this case, isn't it enough to do everything to the best?

Whether it is strength, speed, or defense, Lorelaia has reached the commanding heights that other magicians may not be able to reach in their lifetime.

It is precisely this pure, hexagonal power that makes the clock tower, the church, and even the dead apostles describe her existence in this way.

——The pinnacle of contemporary magicians.

The roaring wind rose under Lorelaia's feet, making a thunderous roar.

Then, the earth broke.

The forest land was covered with scars under the girl's trampling, and every step she took was like a bomb.

The magic power of the wind was released and ravaged the ground wantonly, smashing the ground and raising thousands of dust.

The huge air waves spread out in circles, which was both a driving force for moving forward and an invisible shield.

At the moment of starting, Lorelaia left the sound behind, and the distance between her and Smily was even closer.

Although there was no obvious horrible killing intent, the water demon had no doubt that she would be cut into pieces by the whistling wind around the girl in the next moment.

"So that's why Rita asked the White Winged Lord to invite me to come together before she was willing to go out."

A glimmer of light flashed in Smily's hazy eyes.

The reason why the twenty-seven ancestors who repeatedly fought and destroyed each other were not used by the church and the Magic Association to take action in this internal struggle was largely because of Rita's rose magic eyes.

She often releases the Rose Prophecy based on the future observed by the Magic Eye, so that even if the ancestors of the Dead Apostles cannot escape, they can secretly create their own successors.

In this trap against Lorelaia, Rita, who is good at single combat, is still not satisfied after the White Winged Lord provides the location of Fu Hailin, and asks the other party to invite her as well.

At first, Smith thought that the other party just hadn't fought for a long time, and planned to take advantage of the name of the White Winged Lord as a victim to reminisce with her.

Now it seems that it is not entirely true.

The person who can inherit the name of Barthamero must not be careless.

If she only attacks alone, Rita, who has most of her skills in the Magic Eye, may not be able to achieve her goal even with Fu Hailin when facing this kind of numerical monster.

If she is not careful, the useless guy will be in a bad situation.

However, she is almost there.

As the price of overcoming the flow of water, Smith can't move freely on land like other ancestors, and she is a living target that needs to rely on the water surface.

And because she is a neutral like Rita and usually lives in the water, she is a much more reclusive girl than Rita. She hasn't fought a decent battle on land for a long time.

"But I am also a ancestor after all. Knowing that I have this weakness, I will certainly respond." Smily raised her arm and shook it slightly. The surrounding scenery began to shake violently as if it had encountered an earthquake.

——That is a symbol of the distortion of space.

"Although other idiots always forget this, I thought you would be smarter based on your previous performance. I didn't expect you to rush over regardless. Really..."

It seems that because she is always underestimated, the vampire princess who stays at home showed a distressed and dangerous smile.

"——Don't underestimate the materialization of fantasy, Miss Barthelmero!" (End of this chapter)