Chapter 231: Chapter 226: The Use of Cannon Fodder, Luring and Killing the Lantern Girl
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Intense combat erupted. The white mist drifted like snowflakes filling the sky, swirling wildly.
A colossal impact force scattered in all directions. The aura of blood surged like a tangible entity, as if a fierce, level-13 hurricane was sweeping through.
The fierce wind howled, mixed with countless sharp rose petals, tearing out harsh and piercing shrieks.
No, impossible! I will never be defeated!
A crimson moon hung in the sky. The blazing moonlight enveloped the figure of the Wolf General, whose nearly five-meter-tall, sturdy body seemed trapped in a quagmire.
Under the moonlight, he felt his consciousness dwindle. Lines crawled over his skin, writhing madly, like paint haphazardly splashed onto paper, revealing a mess of chaotic colors within.
Dimensional Strike!
Having inherited the traits of the Moon Princess, Lias quickly mastered this ability.
As for the rest of the werewolves, they were covered by a crimson net. It was as if they were being subjected to death by a thousand cuts; thin streaks of blood spurted as they were assaulted by the Blood Race led by Count Magister.
How can the Queen be so terrifying?
Jean broke out in a cold sweat, his cheeks aching. He was shocked by the scene before him: the once-unbeatable Wolf General was at the Queen’s mercy, like a lamb to the slaughter.
Fear filled his eyes. If his secret collusion with the werewolves were exposed, would he also be killed by the Queen?
He knew that the white mist was hazy, like a disorienting forest fog. Without a guide, the werewolves could never have found this place.
Exposure was inevitable, sooner or later.
I have to escape.
Jean’s hands and feet trembled. Amidst the chaos of battle, he immediately turned to run outside.
However, a girl clad in knight’s armor blocked his path. Her longsword was half-drawn from its sheath, and the green eyes under her helmet calmly watched him.
This bitch!
Jean gritted his teeth. "Denis, what is the meaning of this?! Stand aside!"
"Without the Queen’s order, no Blood Race member is allowed to leave," Denis said calmly.
Lias had told her to keep an eye on Jean. After all, even the Count had died, yet Jean’s group had managed to escape—possibly followed by a pack of ’Beasts.’
Sure enough, there was something wrong with Jean.
"Stand aside!"
Before he could finish his words, Jean reached out his massive hand. Flesh writhed as it transformed into a blood-red claw, radiating a bloody light.
CLANG!
The sword blade instantly unleashed dozens of blood-colored slashes, forming a net. Jean, however, tore it apart violently. His entire body shifted into a blood-stained bat; he was willing to do so even at the cost of sacrificing his noble rank to escape.
Denis was pushed back by the explosive strike. Seeing Jean about to escape, she gave chase, but her ears suddenly caught a fox’s whimper.
"YIP~"
A young fox lying on Denis’s shoulder rubbed its sleepy, gold-brown vertical pupils. A fox tail shot out, pierced Jean’s chest, and broke his limbs, leaving him kneeling on the ground.
That’s Lord Chu Yi’s Pet Beast... So strong.
Denis was surprised for a moment but quickly called upon the family knights, dragging Jean back like a dead dog.
「On the other side.」
Having dealt with the attacking werewolves, Lias broke each of their limbs. She entrapped them within a thicket of flamboyant roses, whose bloodthirsty vines pierced their flesh, curbing the werewolves’ terrifying regenerative abilities.
Count Magister recognized them as werewolves from the Snowfield Tribe, a powerful Wolfman Tribe whose status rivaled that of the Rein Duchy.
"Lias, keep this batch of werewolves. They’ll make perfect sacrifices."
As a Lily Flower bloomed nearby, an innocent, golden-haired girl played with another Lily Flower. She floated towards the sky like a dandelion and proposed, "This group must have scattered. Find out who the mastermind behind them is. If you get that information, your elder brother will surely reward you."
"Cough."
At the mention of a reward, the Blood Race Queen, clad in a rose war skirt, paused. Her jade-like cheeks flushed hotly, and she felt a bit unnatural.
When she rewarded Chu Yi that time, her legs had gone numb. It had been quite tiring, and she fatigued easily.
This time, Chu Yi has made great contributions. If he returns, how should she reward him again?
Though they liked each other, Lias remained reserved about that final step, especially considering... well, she’d need to prepare painkillers.
Pushing aside such embarrassing thoughts, she reverted to her cold and bloodthirsty queenly demeanor.
She crossed her long, jade legs, her fair Jade Feet encased in long leather boots. Her shapely buttocks rested upon a throne woven from roses. Her blue eyes, deep and exuding a haunting charm, coldly watched over her defeated underlings.
The nobles present vied to outdo each other in displaying their loyalty, no longer daring to mention any desire to go home, fearing to anger the Queen and her terrifying power.
They had initially thought they’d be captured by the werewolves. But not only had they encountered Lord Chu Yi, this Queen, backed by human forces, turned out to be so savage and terrifying that she effortlessly suppressed the invading werewolves.
In terms of strength, the Wolf General was merely at the Count level. However, the werewolves were far too ferocious, each capable of taking on two or three members of other Alien Races at once.
Berserk, igniting their bloodlines, fearless of death—they were a pack of madmen! How could elegant nobles possibly fight fiercely against such savages?
The Magister family’s performance in battle had earned Lias’s favor, as they had shown considerable loyalty.
"Woman, I advise you to let us go! Otherwise, you will face the wrath of the Snowfield Tribe!" Wolf General Mondo said disdainfully.
As the foremost warrior of the Snowfield Tribe, he didn’t give a damn about this Blood Race Queen.
He was merely immobilized, not defeated; his opponent couldn’t kill him.
On the contrary, the Prince’s troops were still further back. Given the overall strength of this Blood Race contingent, they were hardly a threat.
Faced with Mondo’s provocation, the nobles showered him with curses, yet didn’t forget to shower the Queen with flattery, meticulously preserving her dignity.