The Chosen of Slaanesh in Infinite Worlds

Looking forward to your triumphant return!

Written by Lina.

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After Link finished reading the letter, he murmured while chewing on a piece of bread.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself: "President Lina, this guy really doesn't let me rest for a moment. I've only rested for two or three days..."

But does this Alicia want to take me to the First Fortress?

Judging from the letters, they obviously didn't know that they had a system, so they attributed the abilities they showed in this battle to being "brave".

This is good, I don't have to explain anything anymore.

"But do I really need to go to the First Fortress?"

Come to think of it, Celestine in Black Beast is also a great beauty. I wonder if there's any chance to conquer her?

137. The Haze of Mislina

The next day, the morning light broke the silence of dawn, and the sky was filled with a gentle blue-purple color.

On the forest path leading to the city of Mislina, a gorgeously decorated carriage was moving slowly. The carriage was covered by gauze curtains, and only the shadowy figures of people inside the carriage could be vaguely seen.

Isabel was wearing a lace-trimmed princess dress. Her long, soft chestnut hair was as smooth as silk, swaying gently with the slight bumps of the carriage.

There was a hint of anxiety and worry on her pretty and lovely face. She carefully leaned her head out of the carriage and looked at the winding road ahead, her eyes flashing with anticipation and uneasiness about the unknown.

"Groom, how long will it take us to reach Mislina City?" Her voice was clear and pleasant, but it could not hide the anxiety in it.

The coachman was an old man over fifty years old, his face full of traces of time. He looked up at the sky, then lowered his head to estimate the distance, and then replied: "At this speed, it will take at most two hours to get there, but..." There was a hint of hesitation in his words.

Isabel frowned, her delicate eyebrows seemed to be twisted into a ball, and there was a hint of annoyance in her tone: "No need to hide, just say it directly if you have anything to say."

The coachman seemed to sense the displeasure in Miss Isabel's tone, and hurriedly pointed at the horses that were panting and pulling the carriage at a gallop. Their bodies were covered with sweat, and the breath coming out of their nostrils was becoming more and more rapid.

"If we keep running like this, it won't be long before these horses die of exhaustion! We have to slow down!"

"Slow down?" Another gentle but slightly nervous voice sounded in the carriage. It was Isabel's mother, Lady Octavia. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had a dignified face, but at this moment, she could not hide her worries.

"Miss Isabel, we can't maintain this speed any longer. Otherwise, let alone reaching Mislina City, we may have to abandon the carriage halfway and walk to Mislina City!" The coachman's words were filled with helplessness.

Hearing the coachman's words, the two women in the carriage frowned, and Isabel clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms.

As the wife and daughter of Count George, the lord of Mislina City, upon learning that Count George had been assassinated and seriously injured, they anxiously rushed back from the Second Fortress overnight with their guards.

I originally thought that I would be safe with the escort of more than thirty guards, but I didn't expect that I would be ambushed by criminals on the way back!

More than half of those loyal guards risked their lives to stay and intercept them, which gave them a chance to escape.

However, there are only four guards left. Although the leading guard captain, Genari, was once a powerful silver-level adventurer, such a small number of people still makes people feel uneasy during this dangerous journey.

"Mom, don't worry too much!"

In the carriage, Isabel held her mother Ottovia's slightly cold jade hand and whispered to comfort her, "We have entered the territory of Mislina City. Those criminals will definitely not dare to act recklessly! You know, there are hundreds of soldiers guarding the city, and there are adventurers everywhere. Even those criminals will be cautious!"

Octavia bit her lip lightly, her eyes flashing with mixed emotions.

She knew that now was not the time to hesitate and that she had to make a decision.

"Okay, I also believe in Captain Genari's ability, let's slow down first..." There was a hint of helplessness in her words, but more of it was trust in her daughter and a little expectation for the future.

Upon hearing this, the coachman immediately slowed down the speed of the carriage, allowing the tired horses to catch their breath for a while.

The four knights riding on horses, following closely behind the carriage, also slowed down and took a short rest.

Captain Genari rode a tall warhorse to the carriage, his resolute face full of determination and resolve.

"Lady Octavia, it won't be long before we reach Mislina City, and we will be completely safe then."

"Well, I'll have to trouble you for the rest of the journey, Captain Genari." There was some gratitude and trust in Mrs. Octovia's voice.

"Don't worry. I will ensure your safety even at the risk of my own life." Genari hammered the armor on his chest, making a dull sound.

This was not because he wanted to pretend to be polite in front of Octavia and Isabel, but it was a vow from the bottom of his heart. He watched Isabel grow up, and he had already treated this little girl as his own daughter.

Mislina City, this prosperous city is not only home to guards and adventurers, but also nobles from other cities and caravans that come for trading are also an important part of this city.

It should have been a symbol of prosperity and peace, but what happened today made Genari smell a hint of conspiracy.

A simple robber?

He didn't think it would be that simple. It was very likely that some organization or hostile city was taking advantage of the fact that most of the adventurers were gathering at Rock Ridge to interfere.

The city of Mislina probably won't be peaceful and tranquil in the future, but at least before that, he has to send Isabel and Octovia back safely.

Genari held a steel sword in his hand, watching the surroundings vigilantly. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through all potential threats.

In the first half of the journey, everything went smoothly under the strict protection of Genari.

However, as time went on and everyone gradually relaxed their vigilance, an ominous premonition quietly came to Genari's heart.

On both sides of the forest path are bushes half a person's height, and the forest is dark and deep.

At some point, the chirping of insects and birds in the forest had disappeared without a trace, and the entire jungle was eerily silent!

This strange silence set off alarm bells in Genari's heart. His years of adventuring experience told him that this place was definitely unusual!

"No! There's an ambush!"

As soon as Genari shouted, he heard a whoosh and a sharp arrow shot out from the bushes like lightning and accurately pierced the groom's chest!

The coachman who was shot by the arrow died instantly, and his body rolled off the carriage, causing the horses to become agitated and almost causing the carriage to lose control.

"Miss Isabel! Steady the carriage!"

Genari gave orders quickly. At the same time, more than a dozen people rushed out from the bushes. They all held sharp swords and had fierce looks on their faces. They surrounded Genari and several guards.

From time to time, hidden arrows were shot out from the bushes in the distance, and the situation was extremely critical.

Unfortunately, a knight was hit by a hidden arrow and fell off his horse, where he was quickly hacked to death by the surrounding gangsters.

The other knight's horse was also hit by the criminal's sword. He fell off his horse and died from the sword soon after.

In the blink of an eye, most of the originally sufficient guard force was lost.

"Damn it! With this kind of coordination and weapons, how could they be just robbers made up of refugees?"

Captain Genari roared loudly, and his superb sword skills were fully demonstrated at this moment. Combined with the fighting spirit in his body, he was invincible like a god of war, killing three gangsters in succession.

Although there were many gangsters surrounding him, none of them could get close to him.

However, just as the crisis was about to break out, Genari suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from behind.

"Damn it! Cross! Take Miss Isabel and Mrs. Octavia and go first. I'll stop them!"

Without having time to think, he immediately called out to another knight behind him.

However, what was waiting for him was a cold sharp blade!

Chi! The sharp blade pierced through the gap behind the armor and pierced through Genari's abdomen!

He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood and looked at the person behind him in disbelief.

The people who hurt him were not the gangsters, but the brother whom he treated as a friend - Cross!

"you..."

Genari's eyes were full of shock and confusion. He could never have imagined that this brother who once fought alongside him would actually betray him at this critical moment!

The severely injured Genari fell off his horse and was soon held at the neck by the criminals with a sword.

Knowing that he had no hope of survival, he looked at Cross for the last time, his eyes full of disappointment and pain: "Why... betray us...?"

His voice was weak and trembling, as if he was questioning with his last bit of strength.

"Minister Thomas Beardsley promised me the position of captain of the palace guard. The merchants of the Second Fortress, Brother Motdila, even promised to give me a huge fortune after the success. I am not like you, who is willing to be the captain of the guard of an ordinary noble for the rest of my life!"

Cross's face was full of indifference and greed, and his words were full of desire for power and wealth.

"Minister Thomas Beardsley? Motdilla?"

There was a flash of enlightenment in Genari's eyes, and he finally understood the conspiracy behind it all.

However, it was too late.

Cross obviously had no intention of continuing to speak. He raised the sword in his hand and stabbed it downwards from Genari's neck, directly piercing his heart.

The blade pierced the artery in the neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing on the faces of Octovia and Isabel who had been dragged out of the carriage by the criminals.

Genali's death and the bright red, hot blood made the two of them pale.

Isabel's eyes were full of fear and despair. She hugged her mother tightly, as if she could find a sense of security in this way.

However, the reality is so cruel that the mother and daughter have now become prey to these criminals.

"Oh, my lovely lady and the beautiful Lady Octavia, I'm so sorry to have frightened you!"

Cross put away his sword and walked towards Isabel with a lewd smile on his face. He stretched out his hand to touch the pair of white calves, and then slowly moved upwards, trying to touch the depths of the soft garter stockings.

Isabel would naturally not let him succeed. She struggled with all her might, and even when her hands and feet were held tightly, she would never give up resisting.

However, this only further stimulated Cross's perverted sadistic psychology.

"The struggling little rabbit is the cutest, isn't it!" He grinned and tried to tear off Isabel's lace princess dress.

At this critical moment, a sharp sword pierced Cross's chest like lightning!

His eyes widened and he looked down in disbelief, only to see a bloody hole on his chest.

The surrounding gangsters had cruel smiles on their faces, accompanied by bursts of creepy laughter, as if they were enjoying the cruel drama that was about to take place.

"Cough..." Cross groaned in pain, a mouthful of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his collar red.

"Why...why?" His eyes were full of confusion and despair, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

Cross turned his head with difficulty, his eyes fixed on the figure standing behind him with a sharp blade in hand and an expressionless face.

He was the leader of this gang of criminals, and also the best of the killer team directly under Minister Thomas Beardsley. Their existence was to clear all obstacles for the minister.

"Haha, Cross, do you really think that Minister Thomas Beardsley will keep his promise and let you, a commoner, be the captain of the palace guard?"

The leader sneered, his tone full of sarcasm, "Do you know how much gold and silver it takes to get that position, and how much power it takes to get it? You, a mere pawn, are worthy of it?"

As the leader finished speaking, another gangster couldn't wait to swing the sword in his hand.

With a flash of cold light, the sharp sword blade cut through the air like lightning and instantly cut off Cross's head.

Blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the surrounding land red, and ending Cross's sinful life.

Cross, the guy who tried to gain wealth and glory through betrayal and killing, eventually got his comeuppance and ended up with his head and body separated.

138. Entering the City

After mercilessly kicking Cross's cold body aside, the gang leader's evil eyes slowly turned to Isabel and Octovia, who were still crying for help with tears in their eyes.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a hideous smile, which was full of greed and cruelty, as if the mother and daughter in front of him were just playthings in his hands.

Isabel, this young girl, is pure and lovely, with skin as white as snow, and fear and helplessness flashing in her eyes.

Her mother, Octavia, although over 30 years old, still has her charm, and her mature beauty reveals an indescribable charm.

The two of them were clinging to each other at this moment, facing the demon before them, their hearts filled with despair.

"Haha, Minister Thomas Beardsley only wants living people, but he never said he wanted to bring them back intact."

The leader of the gangsters laughed sinisterly, and that smile made people's hair stand on end. "This is a rare opportunity. I must taste the taste of a noble lady today!"

As he said this, he waved his hand to signal his men to take Isabel away, while he himself, with a lewd smile, approached the even hotter Ottovia step by step.

Octavia shouted with all her might, her voice filled with fear and despair: "No!! Someone... help us!! Save us...!"

However, they were surrounded by the thieves' shrill laughter and no one could come to rescue them.

They could only scream miserably, cry uncontrollably, and pray silently to the heavens, hoping that a miracle would happen.

At this critical moment, amid the shouts...

"Bang!!"

A loud bang, like a bolt from the blue, resounded throughout the jungle!

The head of the gang leader seemed to be instantly shattered by an invisible force at this moment, and red and white objects splattered all over the ground!