Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

The Sri Lankan army formation and the Sri Lankan soldiers like a tide were like a sea stained with blood.

Swords, spears and armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight. It was not an easy task to find the commander in the vast army.

"Marshal, those Goths have been forced into a corner and are beginning to resist."

Bluebeard looked at the shadow gradually emerging in the sky in the distance. He knew that it was the sky-conquering flying ship captured by the Goethe Kingdom.

"How strong are those Goethe soldiers?"

“They also possess a special ability, their strength surpassing the limits of ordinary people. Both soldiers and horses gain dozens of times the strength.

Our losses are beginning to accelerate within their defensive positions."

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

Giles lowered his eyes and waved his hand to drive the messenger out of the tent. He picked up a dagger on the table again and lifted the curtain behind the tent.

There was a wailing man hanging there, with a sharp metal frame piercing through his body and firmly nailed to the execution rack. The blood had been twisted into black scabs.

"I, I've said everything I need to say. Please, promise to let me go. Let me go..."

The man's body trembled more as he watched Giles Bluebeard approaching.

He cried out in fear and despair, begging in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

"But I'm a demon now. I prefer blood, pain, and death to keeping promises. I don't even have to hide my hobbies anymore."

But Bluebeard Giles showed a cruel smile and slowly raised the dagger in his hand.

A few minutes later, in extreme pain, the man finally took his last breath and hung his head weakly.

Giles clapped his hands, and two Swiss soldiers stepped forward, dragged away the body that was no longer in human form, and threw it into a corpse pit.

There were already many corpses lying in the pit.

These corpses were all people captured by the Sri Kingdom during the war, and most of them were once soldiers of the Weiser Kingdom.

"Some warriors with heaven's blessings, and that little devil."

Giles narrowed his eyes and looked at the battlefield not far away. The battle in which the Gothic Kingdom defeated the Weser Kingdom was witnessed by many people, both Gothic people and Weser soldiers.

So, after using some "punishments", Giles got the answer he wanted.

Regarding the strength of those Gothic soldiers and the "magic" that played a key role in killing King Weiser.

Especially... the girl in the red cloak who suddenly arrived.

"Now, I have an army from Hell, and your paradise has become a twisted ruin."

Bluebeard Giles touched his chest, as if he could still feel the pain of the Star-Kill Sword piercing his body, as well as the vine feather arrow that tore his flesh apart.

"I will make it impossible for you to live or die! You will be in agony forever, kneeling and wailing at my feet!
No matter who you are, your soul will burn in hell forever for this!"

Giles roared hoarsely, and two blood-red devil horns protruded from his forehead, and red horizontal lines appeared in his eyes.

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

The tent was opened, and a messenger leaned down and saluted:
"King Goethe's place has appeared."

"On the Zhengtian Flying Ship?"

"No, he appeared in the Goethe Kingdom's army. Our scouts discovered his movements and it seems he wants to fight us to the death."

"Scout?"

Giles nodded, and his eyes suddenly turned into blood-red horizontal lines, which seemed to be connected by countless blood-red chains.

Illusory chains flow through the army of the Sri Kingdom.

At the forefront of the army, on a hilltop occupied by Sri, the eyes of a scout on a high place instantly turned the same blood color.

The normal human expression disappeared from his face. Instead, he pulled out the telescope from his waist and looked at Goethe's army in the distance.

The shadow of Prince Goethe in golden armor appeared in his pupils.

"Wow, it's really something extraordinary. Is this the angel those guys were talking about?"

Giles' eyes regained their normal color, and a twisted smile formed on his lips. "I haven't tasted the blood of an angel yet. Seeing such a noble creature wailing in pain—it must be very interesting, right?"

"Marshal, King Goethe has appeared. Can I..."

On the other side, Full also walked into the tent, with a cigarette in his mouth and a tinderbox in his hand. He looked at Bluebeard.

"Of course, wait until he gets deeper."

Giles looked at the flags waving in the battle formation. "The power from the angels is indeed strong, but the devils from hell are the masters of slaughter. War has never belonged to those in white. It is the patent of the devil!"

"Even so, he didn't hide on the flying ship. He is indeed a respectable angel, but he is also stupid."

Giles burst into laughter, not even looking at the battle map spread out in front of him. Instead, he took it in his hand, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the bloodstains beside him.

"Did he think that by killing King Weiser, he could end everything in the same way?"

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

Giles patted Forle's shoulder, but the old soldier holding the tinderbox in front of him showed a hint of fear on his face.

He knew that he had the power to destroy the city, but he also had more fear for these demons, or those who had become demons.

He knew where his strength came from.

A blood-colored chain was wrapped around Forle's heart.

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

Giles pulled Ful out of the barracks, and all the Swiss soldiers mounted their horses and began to sprint forward.

In the sky not far away, the flying ships of the Goethe Kingdom were shedding deadly flames and explosions, but all the Swiss soldiers still rushed forward fearlessly.

People always fight desperately for certain beliefs and pursuits.

But in the eyes of these Sri people, there was only a few hidden blood shadows deeper inside.

"It's your turn, Furl."

Giles' voice became a little low, but it sounded dark and terrifying. "Let your second man show up, and in front of those people's terrified eyes - kill their king!"

……

The Sky Expedition Fleet left behind by the Kingdom of Weser was like a fish in water in such a war.

The countless artillery fire swirling in the air shot out thunderous explosions and flames, plowing one bloody trail after another in the army of the Sri Kingdom.

The Goethe soldiers and the surrounding coalition forces were all emitting a red glow under the roar of the Happy Prince.

With such support, their strength, speed and recovery are far superior to those of the Sri Lankan soldiers.

Even every Sri Lankan soldier carries the so-called "holy water".

"What on earth are these Sri Lankans fighting for, that they are so reckless and selfless?!"

There was a clear look of confusion in the Happy Prince's eyes. When he was governing the Goethe Kingdom, he understood that everyone, every civilian, yearned for a peaceful life.

But no one likes to fight desperately on a battlefield filled with blood and swords.

But why...

The Kingdom of Sri was originally just an insignificant small country.

But after occupying each country, these Sri Lankans were able to quickly convert the citizens of that kingdom into desperate warriors.

They may not have as many fighting skills.

But these people began to lose control and turned into killing machines.

"Is it just because of the influence of hell? How many demons are there in the depths of the Sri Kingdom? How much of the Sri Kingdom has hell swallowed up to allow hundreds of thousands of citizens to have their minds corrupted by destruction?" The Happy Prince took a deep breath. In the past, he had never thought of massacre or war.

The first time you draw your sword, the first time you decide to start a war, you will begin to command the deaths of countless people.

"My men are like sharp swords. If I can cut through this Sri Lankan army and kill their leader..."

The Happy Prince narrowed his eyes slightly, and soon after he saw the world again.

What was engraved in his memory was not beauty and laughter, but the gleaming swords and the blood that flowed like rivers.

"Perhaps, the surviving Sri Lankan soldiers will regain some of their sanity, the clarity that belongs to humanity."

This time, Goethe's soldiers have become completely accustomed to the power bestowed by the Happy Prince's blessing, so the combat effectiveness of all the soldiers is much stronger than before.

One after another, the Swiss soldiers fell to the ground under the sharp swords, but the arrow-like formation of Goethe's army was far from reaching its limit.

All around, the artillery fire of the Zhengtian Fleet also provided cover.

This meant that although Sri Lanka had a large number of troops, it was unable to form an overwhelming advantage.

"It's close..."

Said the Happy Prince.

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

Higher up in the sky, above the Happy Prince's head, the Golden Swallow Sipaluo's gaze was also fixed on a commander with blue hair and beard in the Sri Kingdom's army formation.

"That guy is the commander of the Sri Kingdom this time. As long as we kill him..."

But at this moment, in front of Goethe's army, in the center of the Sri Kingdom's army, a huge darkness suddenly swept over!

Or rather, it is more like a kind of sensory oppression and confusion.

It was like the sky, which suddenly became dark, and only a faint flame could be seen among the chaotic army.

A few seconds later, the darkness disappeared, and a huge black shadow as big as a building appeared in the center of Sri Lanka's army!
what is that? !

A hound... like a hill!

"Is this the true trump card of the Sri Kingdom's campaign?!"

The Happy Prince growled and looked up. All the people, whether they were Goethe soldiers or Sri people, froze at this moment.

It was a suffocating feeling as if a dark cloud was pressing down on your head.

A hound over a hundred meters tall, with eyes as big as mill wheels, was looking down at the Happy Prince. In its gaping mouth, every tooth was like a thick pillar!
"Boom-boom!"

The hound moved, and every step it took left a trail of blood and a huge deep pit in the army formation.

His speed was totally inconsistent with his huge body. His forest-like hair was blowing through the air, causing a huge explosion!
The first to fly were the Swiss soldiers around him.

Those soldiers wearing heavy armor were like light feathers at this moment, blown all over the place by the strong wind brought by the giant dog.

And during the jump, the bombs and gunpowder from the flying ship passed over its hair.

But the flames could only burn its fur.

It’s still far from enough to kill this huge monster!

"These bastards!"

The Happy Prince gritted his teeth and said this, looking at the huge hound wrapped in flames and whirlwind, which came rushing towards him with a sound that shook the earth.

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

On the hilt of the sword, a crimson gem glowed brightly. Within the gem, flickering magical dots began to combine like fireflies, outlining intricate patterns.

"boom!"

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

It turned out to be a giant made of bones!

At this moment, bright red light was flashing in all the runes on the giant's body - not only that, the blue and green colors emitted by the Happy Prince's eyes, plus the gold on his body, began to spread inch by inch onto the body of the skeleton giant!

"Boom!"

The giant hound's speed did not slow down at all.

The next moment, it collided with the skeleton giant!
The huge sound waves and airflow blew away all the soldiers and horses in the center. Countless cracks instantly appeared on the body of the skeleton giant, unable to bear the weight.

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

blocked!
"boom--"

"boom--"

The golden skeleton giant began to fight fiercely with the hound. In the sky not far away, the artillery of the Zhengtian Fleet was also exploding one flower after another formed by flames on the hound's body!
Blood dripped like rain.

The howling of the giant hound was like an earthquake and a flash crash.

"No, the Skeleton Guards seem unable to completely resist this giant dog."

The Happy Prince's heart grew heavier.

He could clearly feel that the skeleton giant that Lake brought to him was slowly collapsing, and those skeletons and joints began to gradually collapse even with his blessing.

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

At this moment, a bright starlight suddenly appeared from the hound's legs and feet, and instantly extended into a crescent-shaped slash.

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

Then, the hound let out a whine, and a narrow wound appeared at the joint of one of its legs, and blood spilled out.

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

This blow caused the hound's own bones to tear apart and emerge from under its flesh.

"boom!"

Then, the bone spurs that popped out from the skeleton giant's arm also pierced into the hound's chest!
Not far away, the artillery fire from the Zhengtian flying ship did not stop.

The flames and explosions continued to expand the results of the battle on the hounds bound by the skeleton giant.

……

In the center of the Sri army not far away, a hint of blood was reflected in the depths of Giles' pupils.

The moment Lake's figure appeared from thin air, veins popped up on Bluebeard's scarred face, and he looked like a madman:
"Finally you've appeared. Haha, this time, you can't escape. You will pay a price far greater than death—you haven't seen true despair yet!"

He laughed crazily and took out an ancient scroll from his armor.

His gaze locked onto Lake through the controlled Sri Lankan soldiers. The scroll in his hand spontaneously ignited with blood-red flames and turned into ashes.

The scarlet chain, through a connection of nothingness, connected to Lake's body—

After assassinating the hound, Lake's body was once again covered by the invisibility cloak.

But this time, Bluebeard's eyes were full of resentment, but he still locked onto Lake's location.

"Full, all the high-value targets have appeared. Now, it's time to end this war - call out your third big man."

"Of course, Lord Commander."

The tinderbox crackled for the third time, and in the blood-filled air, a third trembling flame jumped out.

The sound is subtle and crisp.

But it was not covered by the swords, guns and wailing.

"Pa——" (End of this chapter)