Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

He didn't know why the other party wanted to kill him, nor did he know whether the other party could get what he wanted.

"Oh, is that how you understand it?"

There was still no change in Sesteen's expression.

She would only take off her mask briefly in front of her dearest backup. Even her allies could not see through her true heart, let alone the prey in front of her?

In Nikita's eyes, all he could see was frost.

"And your son?"

The words that Setin said lightly made Nikita raise his head suddenly in astonishment, his eyes shrinking violently, as if he had seen something incredible - for an old fox like him, this kind of expression should never appear on his face, but he could not restrain it no matter what.

"Brent Kuridel was killed by bandits during his pilgrimage. In fact, he was assassinated by a hunting team sent by Nikita Kuridel, and the blame was put on the non-existent bandits. You found that he had a tendency to compete with you for power, so you killed him without hesitation, didn't you?"

"...He secretly recruited a group of assassins, planning to murder me and usurp the throne."

"So you killed him."

Nikita was sweating profusely.

"I'm just trying to protect myself - I also have to take responsibility for the people of Nosavi!"

"Does being responsible mean that as soon as you notice the actions of the Legacy, you start secret meetings and plan your escape?"

Systin sneered and pointed in the direction Nikita was coming from. He could say that he was responsible for the people, but at the same time he led a large army to abandon resistance and flee without hesitation. Even Systin felt that this audacity was extremely powerful.

At this point, Nikita seemed to have been touched on the reverse scale. He immediately changed his timid attitude and became furious: "I! Am! No! Savi! As long as I am still here! No! Savi will never! Never! Perish!"

Sesteen was speechless for a moment.

"My ancestors! They relied on their military exploits to dig out a good piece of land from the rotten land of Mariai!" He yelled hysterically, his eyes seemed to be spewing fire, "Construction! Development! It's what made Nosawi what it is today! The Kuridel family is the foundation of Nosawi! Only the places recognized by the Kuridel family can be considered Nosawi's land! Only the people recognized by the Kuridel family! Can be considered the people of Nosawi! You don't understand anything at all!"

"…So, where's your wife?"

Following Saistin's words, Nikita suddenly fell silent as if a string had been cut. He bent down with his arms hanging down, and his hair, which was messy due to his roar, fell down, making him look weird and ridiculous.

"Your wife died of an acute illness four years ago. To verify the facts, the puppets of Iron Leviathan traveled thousands of miles to her hometown of Letoni, dug up her grave, and tested her bones. To ensure that your secrets were kept secret and that your power did not need to be shared with others, you really can do anything, Nikita Kuridel."

"..."

Nikita remained silent.

His luxurious gold ornaments were motionless in the north wind, as if they were frozen.

"In order not to expose your true identity, you remained unmoved even when 'Natya's legacy' was pressed before you. You pretended to be a helpless young man and fled in a hurry. You and I both know how capable Alexis is. Whether you need to 'escape' is something only you know."

"..."

The gold ornaments began to tremble as if they had gained life, shaking and rising in the cold wind.

"Where are you going next, Tweck? To find your accomplice, His Excellency Carida von Ivanov?"

"…Your guess is correct."

Nikita's body remained in a drooping position, but his head was raised unnaturally, and his cervical vertebrae seemed to be bent more than 100 degrees - there was no indignant expression on his face, only a weird smile, as if his muscles were not smiling, but his face was involuntarily hung up by invisible hooks.

"You don't plan to hide it anymore? The power you got from the deal with the Ivanov family."

"Oh...why should I hide?"

No matter how Nikita spoke, his weird smiling expression did not change at all. The corners of his mouth seemed to be sewn to his face with thread and would not fall down no matter what.

"This feeling is so wonderful, like being reborn. I can't wait for everyone to experience it, to be reborn, to have a brand new skin and flesh, to abandon all worries, to abandon all pain. I am the king of Nosavi, I am the people of Nosavi. Wherever I am, my people are there. Nosavi's glory will last forever, and the people of Nosavi will always be with me."

"……monster."

The golden single pupil was shining, and Sestin already knew that the thing in front of him could no longer be called a human being.

The souls of all the dead in Nosavi were now gathered in his stomach, being dissolved and digested, and gathering into a terrifying sphere made up of indistinguishable faces.

He ate the dead people of Nosavi to fulfill his twisted obsession.

"Aren't you a monster too?"

Nikita turned his head downward, with the top of his head facing downward and his chin facing upward. He then mechanically raised his right hand, placed it against his chin, and then wiped it towards the top of his head.

His features disappeared, and where his face had been, there was only a dark hole.

It was not flesh and blood, it was not color, it was not the peeling of skin and the shaving of skull, but the thing that replaced his face was called "nothingness".

The human figure that merged into the shadow took advantage of the fact that Setin's attention was focused on "Nikita" and slowly crawled out of Setin's shadow.

In his hand, the shadow condensed into a blade and slowly pressed against Systin's pale neck.

Chapter 42 Monsters Gather Here

Even Count Nikita Kuridel himself had no idea what the background of this shadow warrior from Twek was. The only thing he knew was that this person was a trusted subordinate of Carida von Ivanov and would completely obey his orders, at least during this period of time.

Nikita could not see through this shadow warrior who had never revealed his true face, not to mention whether he was a man or a woman, or even whether he was human. He would completely obey Nikita Kurilder's orders, and accordingly, he would not give any verbal answers, he would not offer suggestions, he had no ideas of his own, he would just perform his duties according to the agreed content, that is, killing people.

There's absolutely no need to worry about this kind of thing, right?

A knife does not need to be able to chat and communicate with its owner. As long as the knife can kill people and is sharp enough, that is enough.

Judging only from the surface, Nikita felt that this figure who was always in darkness should be on the same level as himself. If they faced each other head-on without using any trump card, the chances of winning or losing would be about fifty-fifty. This kind of judgment had no reference value at all. Since when did the level of an assassin have to be judged by a "head-on confrontation"?

Therefore, Nikita trusted this shadow warrior enough, and he was very sure that the other party could easily cut off his head.

He was also very sure that under the current circumstances, the shadow warrior could easily cut off Setin's head.

Of course, he no longer had the ability to think about such things.

The Shadow Warrior didn't care either.

His mission from the beginning was not to protect Nikita Kurider's life. He was responsible for his own life and death. Grand Duke Carida von Ivanov had no hope for Nikita from the beginning. For the shadow warrior who blended into the shadows, his only mission in Nosavi this time was to wait, waiting for Systin to appear in his sight, waiting for Systin to lose his guard, waiting for Systin to focus all his attention on Nikita and have no time to take care of anything else.

Then, he will take Systine's life.

This was also what Grand Duke Ivanov hoped for.

If he fails to do so, he will be the one to lose his head when he returns.

Now, the Black Knight's eyes were fixed on Nikita Kurider, and all her attention was focused on the deformed creature. Neither she nor the Steel Leviathan puppets hiding in the dark could discover that there were things darker than shadows roaming in the shadows dragged out by the Eclipse. He did not show up when Nikita escaped, nor did he show up when Nikita and Setine confronted each other. When Nikita revealed her trump card, he finally seized the opportunity.

"Nikita" deceived the world.

He deceived himself about his position in the world and the distance between himself and Systine. In the instant when no one could react, he was no longer in the position where he appeared to others. It was as if he had concealed his body and left an illusion in his original position. He had quietly come in front of Systine, raised his hand and placed it in front of Systine's eyes.

Something was surging in his empty face, as if something was brewing in the dark void.

A crack of flesh appeared in the palm of his hand, the flesh opened and closed, and an eye opened in the palm of his hand.

Blood overflowed from the irregular pupils, and the skin and muscles stained by the dirty blood began to bubble, fester, and emit miasma. As a channel for absorbing and brewing some kind of extraordinary evil power, dirty things accumulated excessively in the arms and eventually became this highly toxic and polluted "blood".

Expanding and roaring silently, something was gathering there, and something was being transmitted here from the other side of the void along some invisible connection.

Just like a tree.

The transparent turbidity of the applause was woven into gears, levers and conveyor belts, nested and combined one after another, forming a system, a whole, branches and leaves, a trunk, and finally a giant tree that penetrated the astral world and reality - something was being transmitted from the trunk, squeezing the gears, squeezing the chains, and squeezing a path between the mechanical and cold structures, even if it was just something the size of a dewdrop.

tick.

The dial turned, and the minute hand and the hour hand crossed again.

On the faceless face, the non-existent mouth was grinning, revealing a crazy smile.

A strange purple light flashed in the cloudy eyeballs.

"Chaos Overclocking·Human Immobilization Technique".

As one of the countless spells of the Enchanting School, Hold Human is still a useful spell for those spellcasters who are not very skilled, although it has many shortcomings. Originally a low-level spell, Hold Human can completely disable the recipient as long as it takes effect, but Hold Human can only work on humans, and its super-ring effect can only increase the number of recipients, but cannot strengthen the spell itself. Hold Human is extremely difficult to work on those with strong wills, so when reaching a high level, mages generally turn to developing other spells with stronger effects and forget about Hold Human.

However, this spell is particularly favored by the Dark.

The light blessed by the dark kings suppresses the nerves and corrodes the soul. Chaos flows between wills and can easily tear and shatter the walls of thought, allowing spells to paralyze the nerves and suppress the will.

If the blessing is from a superior, the will will become passive in the confrontation, but if the one who bestows the blessing is the Dark Lord himself -

The human will will be absolutely powerless to resist it.

The destructive magical fluctuations condensed in the palm of his hand again, and the horrifying distortion that was enough to crush the building into a stone ball took shape little by little. It was a kind of dark magic that did not belong to the magic network system, but was obtained through worshiping the dark kings. It was not gravity, nor was it compressed space. It was something purer, a pure and invisible "force".

As long as one possesses pure power, no matter whether it is a tall building or a ship, no matter whether it is a living thing or a dead body, it cannot avoid the fate of being crushed, pulverized, or eaten up. Today, the king is in a good mood. Even if the petitioner is just an insignificant ant, He is willing to give such a gift. Even if this gift is insignificant and not worth mentioning, for the petitioner, it is something that cannot be obtained in a lifetime and is of vital importance now.

Pure power condensed and gathered, and the god-like gaze was fixed on Setin's head.

At the same time, the shadow warrior swung his blade down.

The blade formed purely by shadows does not reflect light and has no shape. It is an extremely simple killing weapon. It is equivalent to the shadow warrior itself. As long as an opening can be made on the target and the blade inserted into the flesh and blood, the shadow warrior can drill into the target's body and tear the originally indestructible flesh from the inside.

He held his breath, waiting for the moment when Nikita would launch the attack!

No matter what Sestine's back-up plan is, her attention will be drawn to Nikita after her first attack, and she will be forced to ignore this possible factor of hers. There will never be a better time to launch an attack than this moment!

Strength crushes everything, blade cuts off life——

"that's all?"

Time seemed to stand still.

Holding Nikita's wrist with her left hand and pinching the shadow warrior's head with her right hand, no matter whether there was any expression on those two dark faces, and what kind of expression it was if there was, Sestine's face was still cold, as if she was not facing the fatal attack of two powerful enemies, but just nagging Nikita about some unimportant things like before.

Snapped--

After a slight sound, the shadow warrior's head was crushed by Systin, like a pool of black ink. The remaining part of his body twisted and struggled on the ground, trying to transform from a physical entity into a shadow again to escape. However, before he could put it into practice, Systin's iron high heels had already stepped on his body and nailed it firmly to the ground.

"Nikita's" wrist was tilted to the side at an unnatural angle, and the bones inside had been crushed into pieces. With a little more force, the remaining flesh and skin turned into blood foam, and the broken wrist fell to the ground. The shadows on Systine's body surged, like hounds looking for blood. They pounced on the wrist, and after a few breaths, the flesh and blood turned into dust and were blown away by the north wind, leaving no trace.

"You've already answered this question about Carida von Ivanov's location. He's not hiding or running away, just like you. He's probably waiting for me to come and collect the debt."

The face turned into a dark and empty one without any response. In exchange for the power, Nikita Kurider temporarily lost the sanity to be able to respond.

The dark void just stared straight at Systin, as if it wanted to say something, but couldn't form the words because it had forgotten how to say it.

"Those who are filled with arrogance cannot be charmed, cannot be stopped, and cannot be stopped."

As if seeing through the mind of that person who had lost all reason, Systin responded mockingly.

Then, he crushed his empty head.

"Go find your real master and ask for a reward."

The shadows surged, greedily feasting on Nikita Kurider's mutilated body. They rejoiced, but only Systin, who was in the center of the shadows, remained silent, just gently grasping the pendant around his neck.

It seemed like she was mourning for someone, but no one could listen to the words from her lips.

……

"What's the situation in the city now?"

"'Legacy of Natya' has suppressed the defenders and is gradually taking control of other districts outside the North District."

"That doesn't sound very optimistic."

While groping in the narrow underground passage, Lunicia held the oil lamp and had to bend down from time to time to carefully pass through the cave. She was not tall, but some parts of the cave were too low, and even the hilt of the sword on her back was stumbling when passing through.

Ella volunteered to lead the way, and Ashlee was at the end of the team, so Lunicia was sandwiched in the middle - Ashlee behind her was staring at her all the time, and Ella in front of her was clearly not looking at her, but she always had a burning feeling like a gaze coming from her chest, as if the mark of the contract had also become a means of observation for Ella. The two gazes overlapped, and Lunicia felt like she was about to get goose bumps.

They are now groping along the tunnel network beneath the North District, trying to find the passages left by the criminals here and go directly from the North District to the outside of the city.

"It looks like there's no one here - isn't this the biggest crime center in Nosawy?"

Originally, Lunicia was wary of these intricate tunnels, but she soon discovered that there was no trace of human life other than her group in these tunnels. They were quiet and desolate, like a relic.

"The people who originally occupied this place were all killed or expelled by the Iron Leviathan puppets." Ella's palm brushed across the rock wall on one side. "Those puppets seem to have occupied an underground tavern as their base."

This is consistent with Lunisia's memory.

In her memory, Systin was a woman who loved cigarettes and fine wine very much - it didn't matter if it wasn't fine wine, she could get drunk even if it was just watered-down ale or half-warm beer, which made people wonder if she would be fine as long as she had alcohol, and even antifreeze was within her hunting range.

And when she thought of Systin, her mind was inevitably drawn back to the chaos in the city.

The situation in the city is now beyond Lunisia's ability, and she can only find other ways.

"Speaking of which, that Alexis..."

Lunisia was choosing her words, not knowing how to comment on the man who was boasting and inciting refugees on the wooden platform. Recovering the motherland could not be called unjust, and overthrowing the tyranny of corrupt officials was naturally a just act, but he used such despicable means and treated human lives as worthless, all of which filled Lunisia with anger.

"That's not Alexis."

Ella, who was leading the way, simply responded with this.

"Ok?"

"That's not Alexis Pentelier himself, just one of his countless shadow warriors. He kidnaps humans, opens their skulls, digs out their brains, replaces them with copies of his own brains to accommodate the imitations of his soul, uses magic and potions to change their faces and bodies, and infuses them with thoughts and logic - in this way, a brand new Alexis is created."