I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Elunere gave a cold laugh and snapped her fingers lightly.

The Panzerfaust anti-tank rocket launcher was instantly transformed into a Schmeisser submachine gun, unleashing a terrifying barrage of firepower at the oncoming sea of ​​lightning with a mere thought.

The firepower unleashed by the guns was terrifying, turning into sparks that ignited and created another scorching inferno, firmly resisting the opponent's further advance.

puff!puff!puff!

Not only that, but a small number of vicious demonic bullets also hit and pierced through Sakurai Hotaru's body.

That was an attack that used the soul as a bullet and combined it with the power of a demon, and it easily pierced through Sakurai Hotaru's body, which had been enhanced with increased endurance.

The impact of this attack undoubtedly damaged several of the girl's internal organs.

In the fiery hell, Sakurai Hotaru heard the sound of her blood boiling throughout her body.

In stark contrast to the surging heat was Eluneore's icy gaze, a gaze as if she were looking at a pig.

Hotaru Sakurai can read the meaning in the other person's eyes, and Elunere has always cared more about Beatrice, and her greater power is also directed at the other person.

As for the attacks inflicted by Sakurai Hotaru herself, she didn't care at all. The minor attacks from the Iron Fist rocket launcher and the Schmeisser submachine gun naturally fell on her.

The girl didn't find anything unusual about it. In principle, each person can only have one relic, but there are also people like Rusalka who carry a set of the same concept with them.

If the witch Rusalka is a collection of torture instruments, then Eluneore can be described as a mass of heavy firearms.

For example, landmines combined with assault rifles and grenades, or anti-tank guns and anti-aircraft guns.

Originally, her core relic was far superior to that of any of her colleagues at the Black Round Table.

It transcends the concept of personally carried weaponry; it is a strategic weapon.

Therefore, what Sakurai Hotaru is facing at this moment is not a battle, but a war.

Sakurai Hotaru's individual combat strength was only enough for Elunere to suppress and ravage her with over ten thousand firearms.

In other words, the opponent does not want to use Sakurai Hotaru as their duel opponent.

"Haa... Beatrice, your superior is just like your mother, isn't she? Is she angry and upset that my brother kidnapped you?"

Despite being brutally suppressed and ravaged by Elunerei, Sakurai Hotaru did not show any negative emotions on her face. Instead, while resisting the opponent's fierce barrage, she teased her sister-in-law in a joking tone.

It's hard to imagine that a touch of warmth could appear on such a brutal and intense battlefield.

"clang----!"

Having withstood the heavy weaponry of Eluneore, Beatrice unleashed a thunderous sword aura that could shatter the starry sea, cleaving apart the opponent's inevitable cannonball.

In response to Sakurai Hotaru's joking teasing, she merely showed an embarrassed expression and replied in a helpless and guilty tone:

"How rude of you, Xiaoying. In terms of our relationship, Lieutenant is at most like an older sister. As for Jie... you know that the atmosphere in my country back then was very xenophobic, and Lieutenant also had a tendency to discriminate."

Indeed, after he and Sakurai Kai got together and even sacrificed themselves together, given his own personality as a lieutenant, he must have been furious.

Beatrice's soul resides within the relic, yet she is not blind to the outside world.

At least she and the ring were both furious that the Holy Communion had dragged Sakurai Hotaru into this.

Furthermore, Beatrice felt helpless about Elunere's targeting of Sakurai Hotaru, and Sakurai Kai wanted to be angry but also felt conflicted because of his girlfriend's relationship with her.

"Shut up, you inferior bastard!!"

As the two people who were enduring her attacks engaged in a tender bickering, a cross-shaped bulge appeared on Eluneore's forehead.

Hearing Sakurai Hotaru's words really angered her, but when Beatrice called her her older sister, a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips, but only for a moment. Her icy eyes glared fiercely at the idiot in her eyes, and she roared:

"And you, you bastard Kirschiesen!!! If you really consider me your sister, then you'd better prepare to be slaughtered and stop tarnishing your War Maiden's honor!!!"

With that roar, crimson scorching fire cannonballs once again focused their fire on Beatrice.

The crimson flames, exceeding the speed of light, shattered and burned everything in their path.

"...What the hell?! Why are you yelling so loudly?!"

Because of her former superior's scolding, her body trembled involuntarily. Beatrice, also furious, after cutting down the terrifying crimson cannonballs alongside Sakurai Hotaru, pointed her sword at Eluneore and loudly retorted:

"Honorable Lieutenant, you're the most dishonest one! You're a woman yourself, yet you despise women. You love Lord Heydrich but dare not confess your feelings—you could call that cowardice! This kind of lieutenant who dares not take another step—I could call that weakness!!!"

Just thinking about this makes Beatrice furious. Just because the other party misinterpreted love as loyalty, how many outrageous things has she done?

During World War II, they slaughtered all their compatriots whom they were supposed to protect, and offered them up to the demon city. They did not even spare their own relatives, and their old friends also perished.

She herself was proud of her charred half-body, and would forever play the role of the Crimson Lotus.

Saying cool things but doing dishonest things is just awful.

"Don't compare Lord Heydrich to ordinary people. My desires are not about romantic love!"

Elunere grew increasingly angry as she spoke, and Beatrice's sharp words pierced her heart, attempting to shake her will. But she was already twisted by demonic possession, and there was no question of being shaken.

They firmly believed that their path was absolute, correct, and glorious.

How could Reinhardt, who loved everything, possibly embrace romantic love? Such feelings would be far too shallow and narrow-minded to apply to someone else.

P.S.: Hedgehog Cat is under lockdown again recently, I really don't know what's happened this time...................

Chapter Fifty-Seven: At the Moment of Victory or Defeat, a New World Arrives, Replacing the Known.

Although Elunere is a woman, she is a strong woman like Skadi and Matilda, who is consistent and absolutely no less powerful than men.

Moreover, whether it's Matilda, Skadi, or Nanami, they all perfectly embody the aesthetics of the Red Knight, Eluneore.

Based on her understanding of the word "warrior," all three women mentioned above were powerful beings to whom she had drawn her sword, yet she was unable to defeat them.

As for the knights, it would be an honor for Elunere to fight them. Her ideal opponent, if she were a woman, would be someone who stood strong and proud at the top.

However, the Sakurai Hotaru in front of her does not possess any of the qualities that would make her an enemy.

Given the Red Knight's pride, she found the other party extremely annoying.

Strength can outweigh 90% of weaknesses, but weakness also has its drawbacks, such as the problem that disgusts Elunere.

People like this should be burned.

"So, you're all about romance... It seems there's a reason why Lord Magus dislikes us."

Hearing Elunere's angry roar and the undisguised disgust in her eyes, Sakurai Hotaru smiled helplessly. She knew that was the look of someone looking at trash.

At this moment, without any soul power, she can only fight with her own strength. Once her strength is exhausted, she will need her own life force and her own soul.

In order to sustain her own combat energy and to utilize Beatrice's "Creation," Sakurai Hotaru's soul has already been 70% taken away by the Black Round Table Holy Lance.

Almost all of his senses of touch and smell were lost, his vision became strange, and it was unknown to what extent his hearing would be preserved...

But both she and Beatrice knew that time was running out. Before their true selves were drained and disappeared by the false holy lance, they had to try to pull Eluneore out of the arena with them.

But so far, all efforts have been in vain.

Forget about defeating the opponent, he couldn't even avenge the previous battles. His soul was probably already on the countdown to returning to zero.

"Of course, I hate it when people who don't understand the battlefield or can't adapt to it are on the battlefield."

Regarding Sakurai Hotaru's self-awareness, Eluneore crossed her arms and looked down at her with a cold smile, saying:

"What does it matter if you've taken thousands of lives? What does it matter if you've lost friends and family? Do you want to win back your loved ones? Or atone for your sins? Fool, people on the battlefield don't think about resurrection; they only think about how to keep themselves alive and how to continue killing others."

"Only those who understand the duty of a soldier can understand the battlefield. Women and children who are destroyed and lose their lives are pitiful, but I will not allow these people to talk about the so-called cruelty of the battlefield in front of me with such ignorance. You, this inferior person who likes to cry, are a hygiene problem to me, garbage that needs to be burned!"

Elunere despised people like this who infiltrated the supreme holy war, continuing to do weak and pitiful things, lamenting and clamoring about cruelty.

Since that's the case, let's continue in this shameful state and indulge in the tragedy to our hearts' content.

You feel deeply guilty and powerless, so you like to comfort yourself, right?

The Red Knight felt like vomiting; how could these people put on such a warrior's appearance here?

Upon hearing the reason, Sakurai Hotaru took a deep breath and looked at the other person, saying, "So you killed Babylon?"

"That's right!"

"The Holy Communion Cup, too?"

"Foolish question!"

"And then kill me?"

"Isn't it obvious, kid?"

Elunere sneered coldly, saying that this was the ending such a person deserved, and what she considered a blessing.

If you want to be the protagonist of this tragedy, then give the other person that role.

The ending, needless to say, is death.

"Haa..."

Sakurai Hotaru gave a wry smile, never expecting to be disliked for such an absurd reason.

She simply didn't have the time or the luxury to have such a conversation.

As mentioned before, she often couldn't bear to waste a single moment and recklessly pushed forward.

However, at this moment, Sakurai Hotaru stood quietly, her entire body covered in burn marks, with most of her soul taken away; she was more than half-dead...

If you ignore her, she'll die anyway.

"I don't understand the battlefield, maybe that's true."

He raised the black round table holy spear in his hand again with great effort, increasing the power to draw the cursed power from it and apply it to his body. The black and gray cursed color spread to half of Sakurai Hotaru's face.

When Beatrice saw this, her eyes were filled with sorrow. She was powerless to stop Sakurai Hotaru from doing this, because she could sense the other's resolve.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, but all you're doing is adding some glorious, proud, and pointless praise to the mutual slaughter, making it seem exciting."

Despite being insulted and ridiculed, Hotaru Sakurai calmly accepted it, her expression and tone showing no sign of endurance.

She was also a kind-hearted person; the girl wasn't the type to remain calm after her life and beliefs were completely negated.

But the girl's tranquility at this moment is genuine; she is simply giving it her all.

Buzz! ! !

Life force and soul force were being continuously evaporated. Dark purple flames enveloped Sakurai Hotaru. She smiled calmly at Eluneore and said;

"I hate battlefields, that's for sure. Even if it offends your aesthetic sense, it doesn't matter. I'm glad because I don't want to be like you! People like you are the filth of humanity!"

Such people feel as if the battlefield is their only stage for survival.