Chapter 662: 516 Approaching Malice_2
"Arthur’s memory seems to have a greater effect on this girl than I imagined,"
Reiger watched as Altoria left, his brow slightly furrowed.
However, a moment later, his furrowed brow relaxed.
"This might not necessarily be a bad thing."
At that moment, Reiger stopped thinking about it and closed his eyes, projecting his mind into the distance.
If someone were able to see through invisibility, concealment, and other veils that obscure the senses, they would see an invisible eye fluttering high in the sky.
That was the Invisible Eye created by Reiger using the ninth-tier intelligence magic, "Eye of God."
Altoria’s magical barrier was unreliable, not only in its single function but also in its limited range. If an enemy were to appear nearby, it was very likely that it would be breached before it could function.
Moreover, if there were a capable magician among the enemy, they might even detect the response of the magical barrier and locate Reiger and his companions, subsequently surrounding them.
Therefore, Reiger had to use intelligence magic to monitor and detect the nearby area to prevent enemies from approaching at any time.
Altoria was aware of this, and even felt indignant for a while, thinking that Reiger was underestimating her. That’s why she went to fix the barrier, determined to impress Reiger.
Unfortunately, she would never achieve that.
"————"
Suddenly, the invisible eye controlled by Reiger stopped in midair and turned in one direction.
There, space vibrated suddenly without any apparent cause, opening up like a mirror.
Within the mirror, several figures quietly appeared.
"They’ve finally come."
Reiger opened his eyes.
Within them, a flicker of a cold gleam subtly stirred.
...
Outside the Nameless Forest, in a corner of the plain.
When space opened up like a mirror, figures suddenly appeared on the otherwise deserted plain.
The figures were fairy soldiers.
They all wore bronze full-body armor and held long spears and lances, unmistakably dispatched from Camelot, bearing the form of centaurs.
They belonged to Morgan’s army, unrelated to any fairy clan from the Fairy Country of Britain, solely obeying Morgan’s commands and led by the Elf Knights.
Their appearance often meant only one thing, that the Queen of the country had taken action.
And leading this group of fairy soldiers was Tristan.
No, it should be said—an Elf Knight, Tristan called Bawan Xi.
At that moment, this once-embarrassed Elf Knight, who had suffered terribly in the battle between Reiger and Gawain and was nearly crushed by their crossfire, had already fully recovered from her injuries.
She had shed her princess gown for an extremely revealing corset, with skin exposed all over, revealing nearly seventy to eighty percent of the Elf Knight’s pale complexion. The surprisingly good figure was displayed provocatively, inevitably leading to wandering thoughts.
However, the mental state of this fully recovered Elf Knight seemed not very good.
Upon closer inspection, it appeared that Bawan Xi had dark circles under her eyes, the usual charm greatly reduced, emitting an aura that seemed somehow decadent, dim, and waning.
"Is this the place?"
Tristan, exuding a sense of fatigue and decay, rotated her eyes marked with dark circles, looking like a lifeless corpse, and turned to the side.
There, a wolf-man moved silently and came next to Bawan Xi.
"Yes, this is the place," Beryl said, smiling as he gazed forward, "I can already feel them; they are right ahead of us."
As Beryl spoke, his eyes behind the glasses unexpectedly displayed emotions that had never been seen before.
That was excitement.
That was longing.
That, too, was an undetectable dangerous intent and an incomprehensible love.
"Although it’s just intuition, I can be sure that Matthew is right ahead, waiting for me."
Beryl’s emotions heightened to a level that others couldn’t comprehend.
Bawan Xi naturally couldn’t understand Beryl’s excitement, thinking he was just thrilled about encountering an old rival.
Beryl had already told Bawan Xi that he was undoubtedly an enemy of Pan-Human History’s Chaldea.
Thus, he had started to look forward to it, eagerly anticipating a reunion with Chaldea, and even more so with that young girl.
"Is that man ahead as well?"
For Bawan Xi, nobody from Chaldea mattered, except for one person.
Just the thought of that person ignited a dark flame of resentment in Bawan Xi, nearly causing her to lose her sanity.
"He should be."
Beryl glanced at Bawan Xi like this, noting the shadows emerging in her eyes and the increasingly intense air of decadence around her, and for some reason, his smile grew even thicker.
"Didn’t Morgan already state that the Child of Prophecy and the foreign magician have met? If so, her highly valued husband is also likely to be there."
Upon hearing this, the darkness in Bawan Xi’s eyes and the black emotion in her heart flared up even more fiercely.
"What are we waiting for?" Bawan Xi uttered in a low voice that seemed to emerge from the depths of the earth, saying, "Let’s start the operation."
"This time, we must annihilate them all."
As she spoke, Bawan Xi vanished, blending into the darkness like a vampire, silently moving towards the front.
"Are you in such a hurry?" Beryl scratched his head, seemingly helplessly, "Morgan did issue an order, putting others aside, but isn’t her husband supposed to be captured alive?"
Given Bawan Xi’s current state, it was clear she was not likely to leave any survivors.
"That’s not my business, it’s all the young miss’s own doing by losing control, isn’t it?"
Beryl spoke as if absolving himself of guilt.
Then, a sweet voice rang out, responding to such words from Beryl.
"It’s just like you, to do such a thing to a young girl who adores you, though humans are indeed filthy and despicable, you, as a deviant, are surely a unique individual even among humans?"
Speaking so, a beautiful woman dressed in a military uniform, wearing high heels, slowly emerged from a yet unvanished [joined reflection].
It was Galyanskaia.
Beryl’s smile faltered momentarily, then returned to normal.
"This has nothing to do with me," Beryl said, spreading his hands, "I just gave her what she wanted, and I had obtained her consent beforehand."
"So you say, you are quite the follower of the spirit of the contract?" Galyanskaia, placing one hand on her hip, suddenly revealed a bright smile, "Then, would you like to hire me? If you act now, you can enjoy top-tier services from NFF at a very modest price."
At that, Beryl quickly raised his hand.
"Forget it, I don’t want to sell my soul to you."
Beryl’s instant refusal made Galyanskaia’s smile turn somewhat dangerous.
"That’s really too bad, I thought that if it were you, you wouldn’t care about selling your soul."
Galyanskaia’s voice was still sweet, but it harbored a malice that was difficult for others to detect.
"Well, if necessary, I would do it."
Beryl replied with a smile, but his head was lowered, letting his glasses reflect the light, hiding his eyes behind them.
Seeing this, Galyanskaia, as if she had lost interest in Beryl, turned her head and looked forward.
"It’s a pity that the deal didn’t work out, but testing the new weapon is urgent."
"The moonlight tonight is also good, fitting for the beasts to run wild here."
"Let me trample over you guys?"
The sweet voice remained, but the shadow of the malicious beast had already spread, covering the entire sky.
Tonight, sleep was out of the question.