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In other words, she had wasted her time memorizing the multiplication table again. Damn it, why does her memory always go blank when she tries to memorize something! The Kingslayer clutched her head and let out a silent howl. Her gaze inadvertently fell on Irie lying on the ground. Her raised hands froze for a few seconds before she lowered them.

Gavial noticed her gaze and asked疑惑地问道, "An acquaintance?"

"Um……"

The Kingslayer revealed a slightly forlorn look in her eyes. She squatted down and patted Iris's hard head.

As always, he was stubborn and familiar with the situation so much that the Kingslayer's fingers trembled, adding even more layers of hatred to Mephisto.

“I didn’t kill her; she’s still alive, but I’m not sure if her current state qualifies as living.” Gavial pointed to Irie’s excessively exposed skin. “I can’t sense any other organs in her body. She seems to be able to breathe through her skin, photosynthesizing like a plant. According to international humanitarian law, I recommend taking her back to Rhodes Island for medical monitoring. However…”

Gavial glanced at the Kingslayer; given her personality, she naturally wouldn't hide anything.

“I don’t think bringing her to Rhodes Island is a good thing. I can feel something controlling her, and that power still exists and could retaliate at any time. If I hadn’t arrived in time, Natalie would have died at her hands, and so would these two dispatched operators.” Gavial glanced at Liskarm and Franka, then turned his gaze to Kingkiller.

"This is a time bomb, and we don't have bomb disposal experts. Do you understand what I mean?"

Chapter 318 Get on the Bus! (4K)

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"..."

The Kingslayer stood silently in front of Iriet, reaching out to block her.

She understood Gavial's meaning, of course. For safety's sake, the best option was to let him die... or even execute him on the spot.

Is this reasonable?

That makes sense.

Rhodes Island has never been a charity; it would never put itself in danger to treat infected individuals. If Irie is taken to a private ward on Rhodes Island, no one knows if she will be controlled by Mephisto again and go berserk. Even with elite operators present, there's no guarantee they can stop Irie. Even Gavial's actions in this battle have had a greater impact than the explosives W planted and detonated throughout the ruins.

The entire land looked as if it had been plowed by giant agricultural implements; the road surface was almost completely turned upside down, and there were pits nearly two or three meters high.

The regicide opened her mouth slightly, but she couldn't organize her thoughts, because... she was in the wrong and couldn't offer a solution.

“I can look after her, hand her over to me…” the Kingslayer said dryly in a low voice.

Gavial raised an eyebrow. She wasn't trying to cause trouble, but the king killer's answer was too unrealistic.

Even if the Kingslayer were to stay by Irie's side at all times to prevent her from suddenly harming anyone, what would happen to the Kingslayer's original job? Rhodes Island doesn't support idlers. Even the little girls rescued by the Doctor from Chernobog know to work hard to earn a comfortable and peaceful environment. If the Kingslayer insists on taking Irie with him, and is betrayed during a battle, the consequences would be far more severe, fulfilling the mastermind's wishes.

Gavial turned to look at Amiya, asking for her opinion with his eyes.

Even though Amiya is the youngest, her status is undeniable: she is the CEO of Rhodes Island.

No matter how much the regicide and Gavial argued, she was the one who ultimately made the decision.

Amiya sighed softly, looked directly at the Kingslayer, and said in a deep voice, "Miss Kingslayer, let me try. I will do everything in my power to bring her back."

"……sorry to bother you."

The Kingslayer met Amiya's gaze, and she pursed her lips, yielding the serene Irie behind her.

Amiya slowly closed her eyes, her hand hovering over Irie's brow, the ring gradually turning a pale red.

The power of the mind rippled like water on a lake, and Amiya jumped into the remaining consciousness of Elie.

Compared to Matthias's mere remnant soul, Ariel's spiritual world was much more expansive. However... at a glance, Amiya saw that Ariel's memory corridor was shattered, with every mirror covered in cracks and thick dust.

This is Iriet's way of protecting herself; she forces herself not to think about what happened, otherwise she would go crazy.

Amiya clenched her fists slightly as she walked deeper into the corridor of Iriet's memories. A cold wind blowing from the frozen lands of the Ursus border whipped up her loose coat, the stinging sensation penetrating the fabric and seeping into her skin, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Amiya had secretly entered the hearts of many people, but she had never seen such a cold world.

It was as if he had been exiled, walking alone in the boundless snow and ice.

"Got you."

Amiya said softly.

At the end of her gaze, a small figure huddled in a dark corner of the corridor appeared.

The younger version of Iriet hugged three rag dolls whose outlines were barely discernible, and quietly squatted in the corner.

Amiya was about to step forward when the surrounding darkness suddenly deepened, as if tinged with the mist of rain, or like a drop of ink falling into clear water. This made her instinctively stop in her tracks, cautiously observing what lay ahead, ready to strike at any moment.

Drops of thick, black liquid dripped from above, gradually coalescing into a human shape, emanating an unpleasant and chilling aura.

The blurry humanoid figure reached out and shoved young Iriet, snatching the three dolls she was clutching tightly from her arms and tearing them to pieces. It didn't stop there; the figure grabbed Iriet's hands, forcibly stuffing the doll pieces into her mouth, slapping her face, and hitting her stomach, forcing her to eat them—no matter how much young Iriet pleaded or struggled, she couldn't resist, and was gradually enveloped in black mud.

Amiya felt a loud "bang" in her head.

"stop!!"

Amiya's physical body and her consciousness, which had entered Ariel's mental world, roared simultaneously. The rings on her hands instantly emitted a bright light, and her intense willpower reigned over the mental plane. Her anger transformed into countless flames, instantly illuminating the dark space and revealing the profile of a human figure obscured by shadows.

He always has a mocking expression on his profile.

Cold, dark green eyes, a fake smile playing on his lips.

"Mephisto!!"

Amiya's mind raised her hand, and rhombus-shaped magical units materialized behind her, converging into a beam of light... no, a magical arcane spell on the scale of a light cannon. She could almost hear Irie's desperate wails, she could almost hear Mephisto's maniacal laughter as he committed inhuman acts, she could hear her own heart pounding and roaring with deafening fury.

"Only you—I will never forgive you!!"

A massive black arc of electricity roared forward, carrying with it layers of surging, burning clouds of fire, as it struck at Mephisto's remaining spiritual form.

The dark shadow keenly sensed the approaching, terrifying energy fluctuations and attempted to escape from Irisviel's mental world, only to find itself unable to move. Irisviel, who had evolved from childhood to adulthood, grasped the figure's outline; her tear-filled eyes were now filled with unwavering resolve. This tormented girl, awakened from endless suffering, did not run away again, but chose to confront her deepest fears.

"Do not--"

Illie could faintly hear Mephistopheles' roar.

Blinding flames engulfed the dark, viscous humanoid figure, arcs of electricity intertwined and flowed like spindle threads, and crimson clouds disintegrated Mephisto's spiritual body. It was as if incompatible energy bodies were coming into contact, producing a violent reaction and releasing large amounts of vapor. A surge of spiritual power swept in, shattering the entire cage.

Space collapsed, and the solid walls of the mind cracked.

Cracks spread, and countless black fragments fell from the false sky.

Mephistopheles' shadow was completely obliterated, and pure white light shone down from the sky.

The sticky sludge, with nowhere to hide, was scraped away layer by layer, decomposed into ash as the airflow surged, and gradually dissipated.

"..."

Illie, who thought she would also perish in the pillar of light, turned her head blankly to look at the visitor who had come to help with the house cleaning.

In the radiant light, Amiya waved to her and smiled slightly.

"You are free."

Alice gazed at Amiya's figure gradually turning into white light and disappearing. She bowed deeply, her tears falling onto the earth of her inner world, splashing water.

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Amiya slowly opened her eyes.

She was about to speak when a sharp pain shot through her head, causing her to involuntarily cover it and whimper in pain.

"Amiya?!" Gavial swung his Origin Stone Staff, looking worried. "Does it hurt? Do you need me to anesthetize you?"

"No, no, no, that's not necessary!"

Amiya waved her hands frantically to indicate that she was alright!

If you were to be physically anesthetized by Gavial, you would probably need to sleep for about three days.

At this critical juncture, she absolutely cannot rest!

"This is a side effect of overusing my brain, and I'll be fine soon."

Amiya endured the sharp, throbbing pain in her head, forced a smile, and pretended to be alright.

She looked down at Iriet's face, which was silently weeping, and felt her pure and innocent heart. A satisfied smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

"She's alright now, let's take her back to Rhodes Island."

"understood."

Gavial nodded straightforwardly, without the slightest hesitation.

Since Amiya said she was fine, she was willing to believe her.

The Kingslayer pursed her lips tightly, then wrapped her arms around Iriet's armpits and lifted her up from the ground.

"Thank you, Amiya."

"It's alright. Protecting the operators is the commander's job, it's what I should do."

Amiya slowly regained her balance, panting softly as she cooled the reddish ring back to its original blue color.

The regicide didn't say anything more. She wasn't good at communicating with people, but she would silently keep it in mind.

In a sense, the regicide is just like Lin Lu.

She'll be nice to whoever treats her well.

"Attention everyone, there's a new situation."

Razer spoke up, pointing behind her. In the distance, thick dust was billowing up, indicating that something was rapidly approaching.

"The Reunion Movement? They're really persistent. Just how far are they going to go? — No, wait, that doesn't seem to be the Reunion Movement!" Razer narrowed her eyes as she spotted the outline of a four-wheeled vehicle with a conspicuous crimson icon amidst the vast gray fog.

Razer couldn't suppress his surprise: "This is... the Guard Bureau?!"

Upon hearing this, Amiya was not pleased but worried, and a solemn expression appeared on her face.

The visitor is not good.

She refused the Lungmen Guard's request to hand Misha over, insisting instead on including her in Rhodes Island's squad for protection. The Guard's arrival at this critical juncture is probably not to help clean up the mess, but rather to demand an explanation.

That would be fine, but Amiya is more worried about the second possibility.

"Crench--!"

The heavy tires screeched as a multi-terrain vehicle stopped less than ten meters in front of Amiya and the others. A thick cloud of dust billowed up, obscuring their vision, and Razer instinctively raised his shield to protect Franka. The Kingslayer cradled Iriet's head, turning his back to shield her from the dust. Poor Natalie's peaceful sleeping face was covered in a layer of dust; her ruthless colleague, the iron-willed Gavial, hadn't even noticed.

"Amiya, are you alright?"

Inspector Hoshiguma jumped out of the SUV; she preferred the feeling of driving herself, no matter what kind of car it was.