Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

It was clearly an extremely cruel thing, but in Ella's mouth it sounded as bland as tea.

"This..." Lunisia's brain froze for a moment, "What about him?"

"He died five years ago. There are about twelve Alexis active in the territory of Marie right now, and they are all just copies."

This sounds simply unbelievable.

Originally, Lunicia thought that as long as she defeated him, she could stop the current riot. But now it seems that even if she defeated him, it would be of no avail. There would only be the next Alexis to take his place and continue the work that every one of his copies would do.

"no need to worry."

Ella turned around and smiled at Lunicia.

"There must always be one Alexis among them to serve as the command tower of the entire system. In order to seize the opportunity to take down the Principality of Mariai in one fell swoop, that command tower should now be in the capital, Twick, preparing for a decisive battle with Grand Duke Ivanov."

For Natya's legacy, the final battle is about to begin.

Episode 2 Finale: The March of Monsters

The army gathered in the wilderness. Humans, elves, halflings, highlanders and even dragonborn could be seen in this fully armed army. Racial issues have been around for a long time. Even in a melting pot like Marie, it is not common to mix all races in the same team. However, they were not as demoralized, chaotic and disorganized as in normal times.

High morale, neat pace, and excellent equipment - these are simply a miracle for the army in the Mariai region.

For Carida von Ivanov, chaos also brings wealth. He only needs to take out the extra income that did not exist originally, and he can arm the Capital Guard to the teeth. Not to mention this vanguard, even the real army entrenched in the city of Twick is also fully equipped with heavy armor and fine steel weapons. The crossbows and mage troops are waiting for the arrival of the rebels. The towering walls of Twick are designated as an absolute defense line, and the rebels cannot be allowed to set foot in no matter what.

As for this vanguard, they have reasons not to retreat at all.

It was not only because of the huge bounty promised by Grand Duke Ivanov to the death squad, but more importantly, because they had no way out from the beginning. Most of them were born in Mariai and would die in Mariai. The native Mariai people had a very strong sense of hometown, which had nothing to do with country or race, but was simply loyal to the land where they were born and raised.

They were unwilling to leave here, no matter what the outcome of the war was.

So they will never give in.

However, no matter how high their morale was, no matter how well-equipped they were, no matter how determined they were to fight to the end - in the end they were unable to advance a single step.

Rather, on the contrary, their steps are constantly moving backwards, regardless of their own will.

The first vanguard had been completely wiped out, and the culprit who caused this situation looked leisurely and complacent, just walking forward slowly step by step, and as he walked, the rotten earth spread.

The world was distorted because of that existence, as if the sky was torn apart, as if the earth was polluted, as if even the space around it was wailing under the pressure of the terrifying magic. At first glance, it was as if looking at a scorching sand dune, the air was fluctuating, illusions were looming, and the majestic black fog was extending with its footsteps.

This is not an offensive, this is not a war, this is simply a declaration of one's own existence, a declaration that one is about to seize this land, a declaration that one is the enemy, the reaper and the terminator.

The figure was wearing a black robe that seemed to have some symbolic meaning. Time had eroded it, and it was stained with brokenness and filth, as if it were funerary objects unearthed from an ancient tomb; the hood covered the figure's face, and the edges were completely covered by black and white diamond patterns. Two scarlet pointed ribbons hung from his shoulders, with complex and dazzling diamond patterns sewn on them with bright yellow silk threads. There was no wind here, but the corners of the figure's clothes moved without wind, and the figure's ribbons floated naturally, as if they were being pulled by some invisible thing and lifted up by an invisible existence.

Gold and gems are inlaid in the center of the robe, indicating something and promoting something.

It was a red eagle with two claws and two wings, flapping its wings and holding its head high. In its claws was an iris. Its expression was arrogant, and it looked down upon all things in the world equally. All living beings were just dust under the devil's web.

A ghostly green aura spread with his footsteps. Bricks, stones, and sand all decayed into mud and turned into a swamp. The dead could no longer sleep in peace. Those who had died - those who became corpses simply by breathing the air that belonged to the dead - began to tremble, and began to tremble uncontrollably.

The bodies of the dead began to squirm and struggle, and then staggered and struggled to stand up. The bodies of the intact ones began to rot, and the flesh of the incomplete ones joined together. The skin and muscles began to decay and fall off, revealing the bones and the true appearance hidden under the flesh and blood. If they were turned into skeletons, they would all be equal, and the eyes of the equal corpses all had a cold green fire.

They are hungry, hungry, and hate.

The friendship between brothers is nothing but an illusion; only emptiness and hatred will always accompany you.

Everyone who was still alive on the battlefield heard auditory hallucinations.

It was the clattering of chains - it seemed to be very far away, but also seemed to be right next to my ears. The empty sound rang out over and over again. Some people couldn't help but cover their ears, but even so, they still couldn't stop the sound from entering their brains. Although they were on the battlefield, the soldiers looked at each other in confusion and panic, not knowing what the sound was.

This doubt did not last long.

Everyone soon understood what the sound meant.

The invisible chains entangled the invisible things, and soon, the invisible things turned into visible things again - they looked like human skeletons wearing tattered cloaks, with a thin layer of rotten flesh covering the pale bones. They were not entities, but translucent shapes composed of some misty things. They were like things condensed from thick fog, and their pupils also shone with a faint green light, revealing pain, hatred and viciousness.

It was the soul, or rather, something that had once been a human soul.

The souls of the dead were not able to go through the passage to the afterlife, nor were they able to enter the kingdom of their gods. After being lost in the darkness for a moment, they were dragged back to the living world, polluting their essence, shattering their minds, twisting their rationality, and degenerating from souls into ghosts, into undead creatures full of hatred and desire for the living. Whether corpses or ghosts, they no longer have the ability to think, and now they only think about how to greedily eat flesh and blood and how to expand the total army.

And how to serve their new masters.

The invisible wind whistled, failing to lift the hood of the man walking forward, but revealing the face of the man surrounded by the undead army.

There was no flesh and blood there, only a pale skeleton.

The dark green flames flickered, greedily devouring the air that belonged to the living.

A metal plate was nailed firmly into its eye socket, with a line of small words engraved on it.

"Alexis Pentellier".

……

"It will take some time to recreate the bodies of the executioners and hunters."

"They don't have backup?"

"There are no extra resources to prepare spare bodies for them in advance."

"Has the Iron Leviathan become so poor?"

"This is not your business to discuss."

Sestin didn't answer, but leaned against the ruins, took out a box of cigarettes from his arms, pinched out a cigarette, and waved to the figure next to him.

"Borrow a light, 'Second Command'."

Without answering, he covered the cigarette with one hand and took out a luxuriously carved silver lighter with the other. The relief on the lighter was a lifelike silver dragon, its eyes inlaid with rubies, and its ferocious appearance showed the designer's talent, and only absolute craftsmanship could present it so perfectly.

This is not a trophy, but the private property of the person in front of you.

She was wearing mourning clothes made of black gauze, with intricate lace edges adorning every corner of the clothes, bringing a touch of interest and glitz to this originally depressing outfit. Her palms were covered with black silk gloves, garters tightly wrapped around her legs, and her high heels were polished as smooth as a mirror. She did not cover her face with a black gauze, but only wore a top hat with dark red embossed flowers on it diagonally on her head. The pattern of black roses was faintly visible on every part of her body, on her gloves, garters, lace edges, skirt hem, and the tattoo on her neck.

Every inch of her exposed skin, including her face, was unhealthily pale, and in contrast to the pale complexion was her purple-black lipstick and the black iron collar around her neck, as if telling of the fact that she already had an owner.

She was like a ghost, floating around everyone she paid attention to.

As Systine said, she is not some new widow, but the second-in-command of the Iron Leviathan, the "incarnation".

Yes, the "incarnation" - she is just like the incarnation of the "mastermind", responsible only to the "mastermind" itself, and only conveying the will of the "mastermind" to the subordinates. Her status to the puppets is almost equivalent to that of the "mastermind" itself.

However, this made no sense to Systin.

She is not a puppet, but just an alien among them. To her, the "incarnation" is just a more beautiful mechanical puppet.

"call--"

Blowing out a smoke ring, Setin looked much more relaxed than before.

The cigarettes are not good ones, they are just mass-produced goods from a second-rate cigarette factory. The cigarette paper is white and transparent, and there is no problem of burning tobacco falling down while smoking. Of course, the taste is only so-so.

Even the so-so taste was enough to temporarily numb Systin's nerves.

She has been doing this since thirteen years ago.

"I need a new assistant."

"Your request will be granted."

"Don't you want to ask why?"

"Your next target must be Tweak. Helping you is also fulfilling the will of the Mastermind."

"Hiss..." He took a deep puff and crushed the remaining half of the cigarette on the rubble behind him. Then, Seth asked, "Who was assigned to me?"

"Elite Specialized Type 077, 'Opera House', Elite Specialized Type 093, 'Arbitrator'."

"It seems that you guys take this operation very seriously. I thought you were going to give me some scouts as support."

"Carida von Ivanov should be torn into pieces."

The "Avatar" ignored Systine's slightly mocking attitude, but was unwilling to say more on this topic.

"Have the intelligence and orders been delivered?"

"no problem."

"So--"

The "avatar" seemed to have conveyed everything she wanted to convey and was about to turn around and leave.

At this moment, her slender wrist was grabbed by a hand covered in black armor and pulled behind her. Her back was forced to stick to the rough wall. A woman who was a head taller than her leaned down, and her cold armored body pressed lightly on the body of the doll. One hand climbed up her thigh under the hem of her mourning dress, and her fingertips teased the lace on the edge of the skirt, while the other hand gently lifted her chin.

It's a bit heavy-handed, but for "Avatar," it seems just right.

"Come keep me company tonight, 'Miss Rose'."

The cold golden pupils half-hidden behind the eyes revealed an indescribable subtle feeling.

"...Before that, you need to clean the taste in your mouth."

The "incarnation" did not refuse. There was no fluctuation on her face, but her hands had already hooked around Sestine's waist.

"Otherwise, I won't kiss you."

……

"How long will it take us to reach Twek?"

Taking out the map from her waist bag, Lunicia roughly gestured the distance between Shuichequ and Nosawi, and then gestured the distance between Nosawi and Twick.

“…This is truly a despairing result.”

Having reached this conclusion, Lunicia couldn't help but cover her forehead.

If she and Ashlee were to walk from Shuichequ to Nosawy at the same speed, and then from Nosawy to Twick, it would take at least five or six days. Considering that they couldn't march at full speed without sleeping like before, Lunisia thought it would take them about a week to get from Nosawy to Twick.

"That doesn't seem to be a problem?"

Ashlee tilted her head.

In her opinion, the length of the journey itself would not have much impact, and Lunicia just shook her head:

"I want to get there before the battle situation changes too much, otherwise I don't know what will happen."

When they left the tunnel in the northern area of ​​Nosawi and returned to the official road between Nosawi and Twick, Lunisia and her party met a group of travelers rushing from the direction of Twick. They looked panicked. After asking, they learned that Twick had begun to close the city and organize defense, and the troops of "Legacy of Natya" were also gathering in the wilderness. War was about to break out, and they escaped and sought refuge before Twick closed the city gates.

When they learned that Nosawi was also in chaos, they were obviously in a bad mood. Even when Lunicia offered to help in any way, they just perfunctorily answered her question. Finally, the group of travelers left the official road and headed towards an unknown destination along the jungle.

The forest of Marie is dark and dangerous. The believers of the Twins of Blasphemy and the alien species that devour people and are full of lust are all deadly threats to travelers. However, Lunisia can do nothing but wish them well, see them off, and then watch them disappear into the darkness of the forest and watch the ravens startled and flying in the air.

"If we have a wizard, we can use the acceleration spell to increase our travel speed."

Ashethelin didn't ask any more questions, but just followed Lunicia's suggestions.

This made Lunicia even more distressed.

"I understand the reason, but we don't have any magicians..."

At this moment, Ella came over from the side and put her arms around Lunicia.

"its me."

"Ella, you...uh, what?"

"I am a wizard."

She pointed a finger at herself.

"Hey??"

"I am the last wizard of Hyperborean—a kind of mage, of course."

There was a faint smile on her face, completely different from the cold and calm look she had when she was killing monsters.

Volume 3: The Place Where Destiny Meets - Mariai (Part 2)

Chapter 1 Like a Bitter Toffee

"Sister Sestine."

The slender girl sat on the bed, gently hugged her knees, rested her chin on her legs, and looked quietly at the empty white ground in front of her, as if she was depicting the never-fading gold edges with her eyes.

Now she was only wearing a shirt and underwear. After every day's training, she was reluctant to put on more clothes. Besides, there was only the woman she was very familiar with around her, so no matter how she thought about it, there was no need to be shy.

"What's wrong, little princess?"

Dressed in black leather pants and a long-sleeved undershirt, the instructor, Sesteen Perancine, had no intention of wearing armor even when teaching. She knew that no matter how hard her students swung their swords, they could not hit her - even though she tried so hard, she had to apply ointment to her every day to relieve muscle injuries, she got injured every day, and there was hardly a day when she was not swinging the sword with half her body wrapped in bandages.

"Sister Sestin." The girl's lips touched her own skin, "I don't have a father or a mother."