I, Viego, conquer Terra!

Gwen wrinkled her small nose and said without hesitation: "No, Isolde, I am not worried about you."

The light in Isolde's eyes quickly dimmed.

But Gwen could see that she was just acting.

He wanted to win her sympathy and bring himself back to her side, to be ordered around by her, to be her puppet, and to help her deal with Viego.

"I will never trust you again, Isolde." Gwen stared at her, her eyes, which were always bright, now filled with anger and disgust. "You lied to me... You don't care about me, you don't love me, and you don't love Viego."

Isolde stared at her in amazement. "Why..."

"Because Viego is different. He treats me well and cares about me. He is the one who truly loves me. And you... Isolde, you just want to use me, everyone, to achieve your goal."

Gwen gripped the scissors tightly and looked at Isolde with a complicated look in her eyes.

"Now, you are the one who caused the innocent to die, Isolde."

"No, Gwen, listen to me, that's not how it works..."

Gwen pursed her lips and scissored towards Isolde.

It was as if he had cut off all the past between him and her, and it was also as if he had cut off the old phantom that was completely different from the Isolde in her memory when she was alive.

"I don't want to hear it, Isolde."

The blue-haired girl bent down and picked up the fragment filled with black mist in the mud.

"It's time to find Viego." She said this, and her expression became bright again.

Chapter 112 W: Hurry up, don’t waste time!

The Union army was defeated without any surprises.

They were caught off guard by the ambush at the Tower of Babel.

The major of the Allied Forces had originally placed his hopes on Isolde to help him behead Viego and thus turn the tide of the battle.

But obviously, Isolde failed.

His assassination team couldn't even make a move before Babel had already responded.

In the end, the major personally went into battle and faced Viego, but he couldn't last more than ten moves against him.

The coalition forces were also defeated, some were killed in battle, some were captured by Babel's team, and a small number chose to escape.

With the help of Viego and Gwen, Babel's losses were surprisingly small, and it was a great victory.

Gwen cut Isolde back into its original fragments with a pair of scissors, and Gwen gave the fragments to Viego, which was an unexpected surprise.

Babel got the big win it wanted, stabilized the confidence of its supporters and members, and won!

And Viego made the Curse of Ruin stronger in the battle, and obtained a fragment filled with the power of the Curse of Ruin to absorb, and won!

Generally speaking, everyone got a satisfactory result from this ambush. The only ones who were dissatisfied were the Royal Court and Isurd.

After cleaning up the battlefield, night fell quickly.

Without the need to ambush the coalition forces, Babel's team no longer had to hide themselves, and they simply set up tents at the back of the canyon, lit a bonfire, and celebrated this great victory.

Viego sat on a wooden box outside the tent, W sat beside her, and Gwen was sitting by the campfire not far away, excitedly participating in the Babel team's campfire party - the doll girl always liked such lively occasions.

"When will we return to the Tower of Babel?" Viego asked.

"Rest for a night and I'll be back tomorrow." W had no smile on his face. He sat quietly beside him, with his hands on the wooden box behind him. He raised his head slightly and looked up at the two moons above his head. "Do you feel that tonight is very similar to that night?"

She spoke incoherently, but Viego understood.

"You mean the night you picked me up?" Viego raised his eyebrows at her. "Remember you wanted me to lick your feet? That was really perverted, W."

W sneered: "If you want to lick my feet, just say so. It's not like I won't let you. What excuses are you making? You're a foot fetishist."

"......" Viego was silent.

"?" W turned to look at him. "What do you mean by not talking? You don't really want to lick it, do you?"

Viego lowered his gaze to her feet, which were wrapped in black stockings and stepped on thick-soled boots.

"Fuck!" W shuddered suddenly, looked at Viego warily, and subconsciously retracted his feet to the side. "I was just joking, but you really are a pervert?"

"I was just kidding." Viego laughed sarcastically. "Are you scared already? It seems that the famous W is just good-looking but useless. He has the guts to talk but not the guts to do it."

W glanced at him, chuckled, stood up and walked away.

"Wait here."

"?" Viego stared at W's back. What's wrong with this woman?

Are they going to look for bombs?

After a moment, the white-haired female mercenary came back, looking no different from before.

"Where have you been?" Viego asked her. "You still want me to wait for you here...?"

W glanced at the lively crowd in the distance, paused for a moment at the blue-haired figure who was cheering along with the lively atmosphere, snorted, grabbed the collar of the man next to him, and pulled him straight into the tent.

boom--!

Viego was pressed directly onto the camp bed by W.

He widened his eyes and covered his chest with his hands in fear. "Fuck, what the hell do you want to do? I'm warning you, men and women shouldn't touch each other, if you touch me again, I'll scream."

"It seems that the little girl who likes you very much won't come to see you for a while." W said in an inexplicable tone, loosening his hand that was holding Viego's collar and looking down at him condescendingly. "Then no one will come to disturb us."

"!" Viego was shocked, thinking, could it be that this crazy woman has really gone insane, awakened some weird love brain, and wants to force herself on him? ?

"Uh... I know you're kidding, right, W?" He sneered, supporting himself on the camp bed with his hands, trying to sit up.

"Am I kidding?" W raised his eyebrows, raised his leg, and gently stepped on Viego's chest, stopping him from getting up, and laughed disdainfully and mockingly:

"Didn't you say you wanted to take off my black stockings? Why, you're scared now? It turns out that the famous Lord Viego is just a silver-plated spear head, good-looking but useless, with lustful thoughts but no courage?"

Viego looked at her in shock:

"No, you are not W. How could that illiterate woman who doesn't even read a book be so cultured? Tell me, where did you hide W?"

W was stunned for a moment, then reacted, exerted force with his feet, causing Viego to feel a little oppressive, and said unhappily: "Just tell me whether you are going to take it off or not. If you don't want to take it off, forget it. I don't want to give you, a pervert, pleasure!"

This is just right.

Viego suppressed his shocked look: "I didn't expect Captain W to want me to take off your black stockings so much? I can take them off, but..."

He reached out and grabbed W's legs, and using his waist and arms to simultaneously exert force, he lifted W's legs up.

"...I think I need to change my position."

W's eyes widened and his body lost balance and fell backwards.

Viego put his arm around her slender waist, lowered his head and raised his eyebrows to W: "What do you think, Captain W?"

"...You've become much stronger." W looked at him with some surprise, and the next moment he snorted coldly: "You can even knock me over, how can I say no? Or are you a masochist who likes to be stepped on by me?"

Although she knew that Viego was growing stronger very quickly, she had not expected that after just half a month of not seeing him, Viego would become so strong, so strong that it was beyond her expectations.

——Damn it, if I had known this would happen I would have taken off his clothes directly. Why did I step on him? Now this idiot is going to be happy [beep——].

W thought unhappily.

"You're a little clingy tonight, W." Viego said. "You've missed me so much after not seeing me for half a month, haven't you?"

"I'm sticking to you, NM, can you please stop saying such disgusting and stupid [beep——] things! Didn't you say you wanted to take it off?" W looked disgusted. "If you want to take it off, do it now. If you keep hesitating, are you still a man?"

After hearing such words, how could Viego tolerate it?

Of course I can't bear it!

"If I say I miss you, you should take off your clothes for me?" Viego pulled her up, still unable to resist talking dirty. "Then if I say I miss you..."

"Sure, you try it?" W sneered, flipped his hand, and took out a dagger from somewhere, which he placed just below Viego's three positions:

"It depends on whether you come in faster or I cut it off faster."

"You are still just the right kind of person, W." Viego couldn't help but sigh.

"You've developed a habit of being scolded, right? Stupid [beep——]!" W scolded, "I thought you were already perverted enough, but I didn't expect that after not seeing you for half a month, you've become even more perverted! Why, do you feel good when I scold you? Huh?"

Chapter 113: Viego: I'm Really Not a Foot Control

"Are you going to take it off or not?"

"Take it off, take it off!"

"Then take it off!"

"I haven't taken it off before..."

"You're still embarrassed, aren't you?"

Inside Viego's tent, there was a deliberately subdued conversation, mixed with the sound of fabric rubbing against each other.

Viego grabbed the zipper of W's thick-soled military boots on his left foot, exerted force with his fingers, and dragged with his arm, slowly pulling it down.

W sat on the cot, watching Viego holding his feet and moving slowly, and couldn't help but snort. "You... still want to enjoy it slowly, right? And you still say you're not a perverted foot fetishist?"

Viego coughed lightly with embarrassment, and then said righteously: "Although I am not, I still have to make a serious statement to you. Foot control is not a perversion, leg control is not a perversion, and I am even less of a pervert!"

"I know, I know." W replied perfunctorily. Viego slowly took off the military boot on her left foot, revealing the black jade foot wrapped in smooth black stockings.

W turned his face away, his breathing became a little heavier, and his small, round toes couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Obviously, that crazy girl is not as tough and indifferent as she appears to be.

Viego raised his eyebrows, noticing something unusual.

He lowered his head, moved close to W's feet, and sniffed gently.

"Fuck!" W was so shocked by Viego's action that he trembled all over. He subconsciously raised his foot to kick, but Viego grabbed his foot. "How can you be so perverted? You want to smell it?! I only told you to take it off, not to eat it!"

"Why are you reacting so strongly?" Viego raised his head. "I just wanted to confirm - you went to your tent to wash your feet and change into black stockings and shoes? Why, are you afraid that I'll stink?"

Yes, this is the anomaly that Viego discovered.

——After a day of fighting, W’s feet didn’t feel sore or smelly at all!

This is obviously unreasonable. W is not some 2D beautiful girl who can't poop. How is it possible that her feet won't smell after being cooped up for a whole day?

In Viego's previous life, a study showed that the bacterial flora on women's feet multiplies four times faster than that on men's! In other words, women's feet are more likely to be sour and smelly than men's feet!

——When Viego saw this research result for the first time, he was amazed and remembered it at once.

Although he has come to a different world, many things in this world are almost the same as in his previous life. Viego feels that there seems to be no problem in roughly applying some of his previous life's research to this world.

At least there is nothing wrong with applying the research on foot flora.

"Let go of my feet first!" W said in an intense tone, but his face was flushed with shame and anger.

"If you didn't open your mouth, I might have thought you were really a beautiful girl, W." Viego sighed and subconsciously pinched the little foot wrapped in black silk in W's hand.

"You...!" W glared at Viego. "Do you know that this is itchy?"

"Uh... sorry?" Viego apologized. "It felt so good, I couldn't help it."

He loosened his grip.

But W didn't move his feet.

"?" Viego raised his eyebrows and looked over.

W didn't look at him, but just snorted and said disdainfully: "You can touch it if you want. It's not like I haven't been touched by you before. I already knew that you are a foot control freak."

"Do I want to touch you, or do you want me to touch you?" Viego retorted, "I'm not a foot fetishist, okay?"

"Then why don't you let go." W retracted her legs, but Viego's palms tightly grasped her feet as if they had taken root, leaving her no chance to escape.

"Ah?" Viego was stunned, and looked down at his hand, a little shocked. "Why did my hand move on its own?"

W was amused and cursed again: "Fuck you, Viego, are you taking me for a fool?"

"Who are you scolding?" Viego took off the military boot on her other foot, held both of her black silk feet in his hands, as if he had mastered the switch of a deadly weapon, and joked, "Try to scold someone else? Today I'll teach you how to talk to me politely."