I am a female swordsman.

"A single spark can start a prairie fire."

Faced with the sage's expectations, Huang Quan uttered these words with a touch of idealism. Her cheeks flushed, but Westcott revealed a satisfied smile, his form disintegrating!

Chapter 47 The Strongest One to Appear Soon

The Sage Westcott departed, and the pure white robe draped over him transformed into fleeting, shimmering flames.

The serene fragrance that accompanied the sage vanished without a trace.

The atmosphere, whether intentionally or casually created for conversation, quietly dissipated. From the dissipating, shimmering flames, a beautiful woman, as graceful as a swan, staggered and collapsed to the ground. This descendant of the Sage, the Sandstorm Queen, possessed an unusually pale and radiant face!

Clearly, even a pseudo-third-tier weapon is no match for the arrival of a fourth-tier weapon!

"A divine communication..."

Recalling the conversation between her ancestors and the time traveler, the Sandstorm Queen, who witnessed the entire process, was far more shocked than Eric, the clueless young man!

Free from defilement and selfish desires, with a clear and unwavering will!

The Sandstorm Queen's inner voice is: Ancestors above! This scene is comparable to the scenes in ancient myths and legends where heroes converse with gods! The scale is different, but that unwavering inner will could resonate with ancient heroes and warriors in the sacred land of Norse mythology!

"Are you alright?"

In the brief moment that the Sandstorm Queen was stunned, a well-proportioned, fair arm was extended in front of her.

Huang Quan leaned slightly forward, his expression showing concern.

This concern stemmed entirely from Huang Quan's admiration for Westcott. Huang Quan felt that even at his worst, he wouldn't do anything outrageous towards Westcott's blood relatives. Once one's perspective is broadened, one would never do anything to humiliate one's own character. Besides, after the [Sage] withdrew, the Sandstorm Queen was no longer an obstacle for Huang Quan, so showing magnanimity wouldn't hurt.

“Of course, a respectable lady.” The Sandstorm Queen’s bright eyes fell on the heroic face of Huang Quan, and her eyes seemed to darken considerably.

With the refined elegance of a noblewoman, she placed her soft, silk-gloved hand on Huang Quan's.

Elegance and composure, leveraging external forces to rise.

In this extremely brief moment, Huang Quan raised an eyebrow, a strange light flashing in his clear, scarlet eyes. Meanwhile, the aloof and elegant noblewoman's lips curved into a captivating smile.

In a blind spot, the Sandstorm Queen lightly touched Huang Quan's palm with her finger, the sensation as soft as velvet making her hand itch. This ambiguous itch felt like an electric current, threatening to surge into Huang Quan's heart. However, faced with Huang Quan's unwavering resolve, the tingling sensation ultimately failed to dissipate.

But this feeling...

It's strange, though, that it's somewhat similar to the shock Huang Quan felt when he saw the beautiful woman before he traveled through time.

"Lady, if you were in the Middle Ages, you would surely be a knight admired by the monarchs of all nations." With a clear will and an indomitable character, from the perspective of the Western superhumans in the world of Divine Comedy, Huang Quan's behavior is indeed very similar to those noble knights. From an aesthetic point of view, she is undoubtedly the best spouse.

"...Thank you for your praise." Huang Quan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but quickly withdrew his hand and took two steps back away from the Sandstorm Queen.

Huang Quan's action startled the Sandstorm Queen slightly, then she smiled.

With her extensive experience in love and sex, the Sandstorm Queen immediately saw through Huang Quan's naivety. This was truly a rare occurrence; powerful superhumans were known for their openness in matters of love and sex, and those who remained innocent into adulthood were as rare as phoenixes.

“Since there is a vow between our ancestors and you, I will no longer interfere in this matter.”

The Sandstorm Queen lightly patted her long purple dress, then produced a small fan from somewhere and fanned herself with an air of nobility. Sand flowed upwards like water, once again obscuring the Sandstorm Queen's beautiful face and curvaceous figure in a hazy veil. Her mission had ended with the arrival of her ancestor.

She sacrificed so much as a woman for the Third Reich.

It's time to end this.

"She just gave up like that...?" Eric, looking bewildered, couldn't quite grasp the situation as he stared at the spot where the Sandstorm Queen had vanished.

There are many reasons to stop fighting for desires, but there are often only two reasons to stop fighting for ideals.

This was the longest sentence Eric had ever heard from the cold-blooded Raven.

Perhaps it was the lingering effect of her conversation with Westcott, but looking at Eric's half-understanding expression, Huang Quan felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of loneliness. A loneliness of not being understood by others, of having no one to share her path. If it were Westcott, she would surely have understood what she was saying.

He was listless and his face remained cold as usual.

Huang Quan headed towards the bottom of the base, where there were no more obstacles, and the bewildered Eric instinctively followed.

The Cube—Huang Quan is determined to get his hands on it!

………………

Shortly after Huang Quan and Eric left, two black afterimages stopped where they had been!

Little Red Riding Hood and the Dark Witch!

The adorable and petite Rose tossed her red cloak, placing one hand on the ground as she carefully sensed the incredible, extraordinary changes in the energy emanating from this space. The fairytale girl group and allied soldiers, who had been pursuing the Sandstorm Queen, seemed to have entered uncharted territory; no matter how they tried to navigate around it, they couldn't reach this area.

Neither Lin's spiritual connection nor Mr. Card King's Eye of Fate could help.

Even using brute force, such as bombs to clear the way, is ineffective.

A powerful, unimaginably strong, and unidentified superhuman force suddenly appeared at the Mingus base. This phenomenon lasted for about ten minutes before disappearing just as abruptly as it appeared. However, its impact was indelible. A large number of Allied soldiers and superhumans were blocked from their originally planned attack routes, which was extremely detrimental to the Allied and Justice League's offensive plans.

How's the situation on Captain America's side? Did he manage to intercept Red Skull's escape attempt as planned? And where is Miss Raven, the powerful superhuman who was among the first to storm the Mingus base?

"This is a third-order mark. And there are also marks I don't understand...!"

Rose's expression turned to surprise after sensing it. One of her major courses at the Hunter Academy was the detection and judgment of traces of extraordinary power. If there were traces that even she didn't understand, then it was probably above the third level...

Does such a terrifying creature still exist in this world?

“Blake, the situation has probably exceeded our expectations. Before we can penetrate deeper into enemy territory, we need to call for more support.”

"Ah."

While the fairytale girl and her companions were being held back, another extraordinary force from the British Isles was approaching the Berlin battlefield. The strongest fighting force from the Royal Order of Britain was about to make its appearance!

Chapter Forty-Eight [Death]

"Hey, soldier..."

The British veteran holding a submachine gun looked up, a cigarette dangling from his lips, puffing out smoke, and looked at the handsome, dark-haired boy who was also leaning against the cockpit with some confusion.

The boy, dressed like a waiter, leaned listlessly against a coffin. Yes, it was indeed a coffin, transported by a special transport plane! The crew and veterans had been urgently called up a day earlier for this highly classified flight!

Although it seems outrageous to veterans.

"what?"

"A cigarette, a cigarette." The lazy, black-haired boy pointed at the cigarette lit in the old soldier's mouth, clearly wanting one for himself.

"What are you doing smoking, you little brat? Just wait patiently until we reach our destination." The soldier, with a cheap cigarette dangling from his lips, impatiently interrupted the black-haired boy. He was already annoyed enough with this inexplicable mission, and this kid was making things worse for him. Wasn't he just asking for trouble?

Ding~~!

The faint, dense metallic scraping sound coming from beside his ear sent a chill down the veteran's spine! The instincts honed through years of fighting on the battlefield amidst flying bullets made the veteran unconsciously reach for the submachine gun in his arms. His intuition reminded him of a terrifying experience: his squad had been targeted by German snipers in the wilderness, and the dry mouth and racing heart he felt at the thought of dying at any moment were exactly the same as what he was feeling now!

Snapped!

The cigarette in his mouth was sliced ​​into several pieces by a thin line almost invisible to the naked eye! The ash and the severed cigarette pieces slowly fell to the cabin floor. The half-pack of cigarettes in the soldier's pocket was easily rolled out, and one cigarette naturally landed on the lips of the black-haired boy...

"ignition."

The listless voice had a certain magnetism, and the intimidated veteran dared not disobey the black-haired youth's orders, quickly lighting the cigarette in his mouth for him. The veteran had no idea that this handsome young man traveling with him was actually a powerful superhuman!

"Yankees' cigarettes are really strong." The dark-haired boy slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, expressing a sense of disdain for both the pack of cigarettes and the country that manufactured them.

By normal standards of beauty, the black-haired boy was indeed a handsome young man, possessing an arrogant and decadent air that seemed out of place in this era. Such a handsome young man would undoubtedly be the object of many noble ladies' affections at any banquet. With a soft hiss, the silver strands coiled like venomous snakes were completely retracted.

After an unknown amount of time, just before the engine hum in the cabin completely turned into a hypnotic sound, a sharp and terrifying glint suddenly flashed in the eyes of the lazy black-haired boy!

We're almost there!

Berlin, Mingus Base!

After all, he was a young man. No matter how decadent and lazy he seemed, his personality still possessed an air of arrogance that drew attention! With strength that didn't match his slender frame, he lifted the large coffin behind him and walked step by step toward the cabin door, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Wait!" the veteran suddenly called out to the black-haired boy.

He tilted his head, looking at the hesitant old soldier with some confusion.

"Although I don't know how dangerous your next mission will be, or why the country would send a child like you to participate in this cruel war, please come back safely!" This is the shame of a grown man who is powerless to do anything. When a war reaches the point where women and children are sent to the battlefield, one can imagine how tragic it must be.

Upon hearing this, the black-haired boy couldn't help but smile, a smile befitting his age.

"Thank you, veteran!"

Having said that, he raised his foot and kicked the cabin door hard! To the veteran's astonishment, the sealed transport plane cabin door was violently kicked open! A cold wind mixed with gunpowder smoke rushed into the cabin in an instant, and the black-haired boy, grinning wildly, used the silk thread to drag the coffin out of the cabin!

After saluting the veteran, he fell to the ground!

This place is right above Mingus Base!

………………

London, UK, Roundtable Conference

As the official British supernatural organization, the Royal Order of Knights frequently dispatches its members to cleanse and eliminate dark and unclean creatures. Due to historical reasons, the Royal Order, which had long since severed ties with the Vatican, understood that in this global war, the Third Reich might be backed by more than just the Golden Society.

"Arthur, I heard that the Grim Reaper has arrived at his destination?" A slightly overweight middle-aged man stared intently at a blond man at the round table.

"That's right, they should have arrived today according to the schedule."

The blond man, Arthur, wore a confident smile.

"Will Walter be alright on his own?" Another man at the round table asked with some concern. The situation in Berlin, Germany, had far exceeded their expectations, with all sorts of powerful figures emerging one after another. Even if they had prepared the organization's trump card, "Death," and launched it, they couldn't feel at ease.

"Don't underestimate Walter. He's known as 'The Grim Reaper.' Those souls destined for hell are hoping for a top-notch undertaker like him to handle their funerals. Besides, I've made other preparations for special circumstances..."

Arthur remained confident.

His family had sat on the Round Table for so many generations; without any substantial wealth, they would have been devoured long ago by ruthless capitalists. Arthur's family origins had nothing to do with the famous King of Knights, but rather with the legendary Witcher Van Helsing.

Van Helsing left a "rich" legacy for posterity.

At the same time, this inheritance has become a shackle and curse on the Hesing family, which has continued from that dark era to the present day without fading.

Walter, the ace undertaker of the Royal Order of the Church, known as "The Grim Reaper," was a young man who single-handedly tore apart multiple second-tier vampires. The places he fought often resembled slaughterhouses, littered with dismembered corpses, instilling unparalleled fear in his enemies! Therefore, young Walter was also known as "The Grim Reaper"!

A thirteen-year-old extraordinary boy—who knows how powerful he will become as he grows up…

And the "thing" inside the coffin.

If Walter is Death, then that thing should be called an immortal demon. An evil spirit endlessly repeating the tragedy of being unable to die, laughing wildly and arrogantly! It's an extremely contagious creature; even a normal person who spends too much time around it will inevitably become violent and bloodthirsty!

"So, gentlemen, raise your glasses to our impending victory!"

Arthur raised his glass, as if he could already see the moment of victory. The era of redistribution after World War II awaited the victors, who would raise their knives and forks to claim the spoils!