A beautiful girl who transmigrates into a Herrscher of the Void is treated like an elf and conquered

His face was beaming with unrestrained, unrestrained, and even slightly provocative laughter.

She spread her arms to the sides.

As if embracing the destructive light projected from the entire sky, or as if declaring her "rebirth" and unstoppable "madness" to this cold world and to all beings that are watching her!

"Madness stains the will~"

"Pain spreads..."

(Perfect freeze-frame! This is the scene! The shattered battlefield is the background, the laughing girl is the focus, the flying debris is the spoils of war, and the mournful music is the accompaniment!)

Meanwhile, inside the abandoned factory, in a dimly lit corner dominated by dust.

Shido nervously peered through the crack in the window at Chinatsu, who was fighting and laughing like a berserker outside, his heart filled with indescribable shock and worry.

...Just then, a discarded, rusty old machine box next to him suddenly lit up with a "sizzle" sound—that's how the screen lit up.

A blue light, seemingly unnatural and forcibly activated by an invisible force, followed by a brisk, electronic melody.

"!?!" Shido was startled, looking at the old box that had suddenly "come back to life" with a puzzled expression. "W-Where did this music come from?"

Kurumi, leaning against the other wall, glanced at the box with her golden eyes, then looked at the girl outside the window who was laughing wildly among the robot fragments, and a knowing smile appeared on her lips.

She gently tapped her temple with her fingertip and said:

"Oh my~ It seems that our new 'Herrscher of Reason' isn't as repressed as she appears."

(He even has the time and inclination to create his own music? This is getting more and more interesting.)

The song drifted faintly through the broken window onto the smoke-filled battlefield, adding a strange yet fitting touch to Chika's frenzied solo dance.

Allen hovered in mid-air, looking down at the chaotic battlefield below, where in the center stood a girl with outstretched arms, laughing wildly at the sky.

Hearing the powerful music that seemed to come from nowhere, his face darkened completely, but in his sharp eyes, besides the anger of being provoked, a deep doubt and scrutiny also flashed.

(Is this guy...acting? Using this crazy act to attract all the attention...What's going on inside the factory? What are Walter and Nightmare plotting?)

(What on earth is this guy doing?!)

Chapter 107 The Final Act of Madness and the Bloodstained Feather

Just as Chika was laughing wildly amidst the robot wreckage, inwardly celebrating her perfect performance, high in the sky, Alan Mathers received an urgent report from the technical officer:

"Lord Allen! Deep spiritual energy waveform analysis of the target below, 'Hououin Chika,' is complete! Comparison results... the waveform matches the 'Walter Yang' waveform recorded in the database by more than 92%!"

The tech officer's voice trembled slightly at this groundbreaking discovery: "Logically, there are two main possibilities: First, the target 'Chika' is the real 'Walter Yang' or its carefully disguised form."

"Secondly, and more likely at present, the target 'Chika' has completely and thoroughly inherited 'Walter Yang's' spirit crystal and its core power system, resulting in a fundamental homogenization of her spiritual power characteristics!"

Next, another set of key data was highlighted and projected onto Allen's tactical visors:

"However, Lord Allen! The target's current real-time spiritual energy intensity reading... compared to the peak recorded during 'Walter Yang's' prime, it has dropped by more than 80%! The energy level is showing a precipitous decline! Its core output is extremely unstable, like a candle flickering in the wind!"

Upon hearing this final conclusion, Allen's lips, which had remained as still as a frozen lake, finally curved into a clear, uncontrollable smile.

It wasn't joy, but a cold smile mixed with contempt and cruelty, born from a deep understanding of the prey's weakness.

"In other words..." she murmured to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it, as if confirming a fact that brought her immense pleasure.

"This guy down there, all that bluffing and showing off, is just... a half-baked, crippled elf who luckily inherited a broken power core, right?"

Her gaze fell once more on the tiny blue figure on the ground. All her previous doubts and cautious scrutiny were now replaced by a pure, cold killing intent, like a hunter finally locking onto the wounded prey's vitals.

All the anomalies—the exaggerated performance, the abrupt music—had a reasonable explanation at this moment: they were the cloak of madness that the weak wore to cover up their own weakness.

"Mana Takamiya!" Without any hesitation, Allen immediately connected to a specific channel, and his voice was clearly transmitted to Mana, who was waiting on the flank, through the communicator, carrying an unquestionable command.

"You will immediately lead a tactical squad to storm the factory! The primary task is to search for and confirm the real-time status of 'Nightmare'! If it is found to be in an irresistible weakened state, authorize its immediate elimination without seeking permission; if it still has the strength to resist, then the primary objective is to restrict its movement and prevent its spatial teleportation!"

"Understood! Leave it to me, Lord Allen!"

Without any hesitation, Mana immediately accepted the order. With a wave of her arm, she led a team of equally well-equipped and sharp-eyed DEM magicians.

Like several unsheathed swords, they tore through the air, firing precisely and swiftly towards the factory's dark entrance in a standard assault formation.

Eren, on the other hand, focused all his attention on Chinatsu on the ground.

She gently moved her gloved fingers, and the top-of-the-line manifestation device inside her body—[Pendragon]—which represented the pinnacle of DEM's technology, emitted a deep and powerful hum.

The high-performance thrusters behind it suddenly spewed out even more intense and solidified dark blue flames, like the breath of a dragon awakening.

She was like a Valkyrie from Norse mythology descending to earth, wielding war and judgment, carrying an irresistible and destructive sense of oppression as she slowly descended from the sky, as if stepping on invisible stairs, heading straight for the core area where Chika was!

On the ground, Qianxia watched the golden figure descending with a deadly aura, her maniacal laughter vanishing as quickly as the tide receded. She looked up at the figure, falling like a golden meteor, its deathly presence uncontrollably pounding in her chest.

(The main character has arrived! The final boss battle begins!)

Her facial expression began to change drastically—from panting after maniacal laughter, to calm as she realized a formidable enemy was approaching, and then to frowning and scrutinizing the DEM executive who was the root cause of all the tragedy.

Finally... all the suppressed emotions erupted like a volcano, transforming into pure and extreme anger!

It was revenge for the injustice of fate, a thirst for killing, a kind of almost manic, exhilarating feeling of disregarding everything!

Like a volcano that has been accumulating for thousands of years, it found its only outlet and erupted with a roar, transforming into a pure and intense rage that almost scorched the soul!

It was a roar against the injustice of fate, a thirst for revenge against all the pain inflicted upon her and her companions.

It's a kind of exhilarating, almost manic feeling where you throw reason, fear, and even your own existence to the back of your mind, seeking only to fight to your heart's content!

"Hahaha... Hahaha—!!"

She laughed again, but this laughter was completely different from before; it was no longer a performative display of arrogance, but rather filled with a bloody stench.

A maniacal laugh, seemingly forced out from torn vocal cords and the depths of the soul, with a metallic, abrasive quality!

Come on! Come on!!!

She roared with all her might at Allen, who descended like a god, her icy blue eyes seeming to ignite and transform into burning, ghostly blue flames.

It was as if it wanted to bite through these damned shackles! To shatter this disgusting fate!

Extreme anger made her clench her teeth so tightly that you could hear the grinding sound, as if she wanted to crush that invisible fate completely!

She stomped her foot hard on the ground, the solid concrete cracking instantly. Using the recoil, she shot into the air like a cannonball, heading straight for Allen as he landed!

"Under the blazing sun and the scorching night, I watch as a lone figure bursts forth with solar flares."

(Close combat! Catch her off guard!)

"Qiang——!"

A piercing metallic clang rang out! The greatsword in Chika's hand, constructed from the power of reason, clashed violently with Allen's lightsaber!

The spiritual energy and the energy of the manifestation device collided violently, bursting out dazzling sparks!

A fierce and dazzling hand-to-hand combat unfolded instantly in the air, dozens of meters above the ground!

"The raging flames watch the blazing sun fearlessly crumble."

With her "understanding" and prediction of the trajectory of objects brought by her rational power, and with a crazy, reckless spirit, Chika wielded her greatsword like a storm, each strike aimed straight at Allen's vital points!

Her movements were as fast as a ghost, sometimes slashing, sometimes thrusting, sometimes parrying, making the most of her temporarily loaded combat database!

However, Alan Mathers, hailed as the "world's greatest magician," possesses overwhelming skill. Her movements are concise, efficient, and precise down to the millimeter level.

The lightsaber seemed to come alive in her hands, always able to parry or deflect Chika's fierce attacks with minimal effort. Her cold eyes remained unmoved, as if she were dealing with something insignificant.

The more it's shattered, the more you can see from above.

Two figures clashed, separated, and collided again in mid-air at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow!

Swords flashed and shadows clashed in the air, weaving a deadly web of death. The ear-piercing sounds of collisions and energy explosions were continuous, like the stirring drumbeats that set the stage for this dance of death!

Scorching sparks and shattered energy fragments rained down from the center of the battle!

However, the absolute gap in strength cannot be easily bridged by madness and willpower.

Chika's inherited core was already severely damaged, and when faced with an opponent like Allen who was at the top, her remaining power immediately showed signs of weakness after a long battle!

Her breathing became heavy, her movements slowed slightly, and the blue light emanating from the constructed weapon began to flicker.

After a fierce exchange, Chika seized an opportunity and kicked Allen's chest armor hard, trying to use the momentum to create distance.

This unexpected, almost street-fighting move caused Allen, who was used to precise combat, to pause slightly and be forced to slide back half a meter by the force.

Using the recoil from that kick, Chika was sent flying backward like a stone thrown by an invisible giant hand, soaring into the higher and more open sky!

(The distance is enough! Give her a big one!)

"Reveal yourself—in the name of the Herrscher of Reason!"

With a roar that seemed to shout out her very soul, a dazzling blue beam of light suddenly erupted from her body and shot straight into the sky!

A gorgeous and intricate dress-style spirit gown, interwoven with blue and white tones and precise mechanical patterns, instantly replaced her original clothes and covered her body!

A powerful spiritual energy fluctuation, far more magnificent than before, yet still possessing an inherently "superficial" nature, swept outwards from her like an out-of-control storm!

She hovered higher in the sky, and behind her, dozens of futuristic-looking floating turrets with flowing blue energy patterns instantly appeared in the void!

Like a loyal swarm of bees, their cannons instantly lit up, unleashing dense, rain-like beams of eerie blue energy that wove together into a deathly web, engulfing Allen who had just regained her footing. They attempted to use a saturation attack to block out all her escape routes, buying her that precious moment for her final killing blow!

At the same time, Qianxia clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and the broken core of reason within her body operated at an unprecedented speed, overloading itself. The immense spiritual power and the authority of "understanding" and "reconstruction" converged wildly with unprecedented intensity! The air around her hissed sharply due to the energy overload, and even space itself began to distort slightly!

"A solar flare erupted!"

High in the sky, the atmosphere emitted a mournful cry, as if it were about to shatter under the strain!

A massive meteorite, over 100 meters in diameter, burning with eerie blue flames and with complex geometric patterns resembling circuit boards flowing across its surface, began to rapidly condense and manifest, defying the laws of physics!

It exudes a destructive aura that sends chills down your spine, and its shadow instantly covers a large area, as if even the light is being swallowed up!

Under this terrifying pressure, the already cracked ground below began to collapse and sink further!

"Fearless Collapse~"

(Take this! For the sake of the next life... uh?!)

However, just as the meteorite was about to completely solidify and Chika was preparing to smash it towards Allen during the spell's casting animation—

"The more thoroughly it's pulverized..."

Allen, who had been seemingly restrained by the dense barrage of projectiles and was merely passively dodging and blocking, suddenly had a sharp glint, like the coldest ice in his icy blue eyes!

"too slow."

In the next instant, her figure blurred instantly like a ghost, at a speed that surpassed the limits of Chika's dynamic visual capture.

As if ignoring the distance in space, it directly and brutally pierced through the scorching firepower network woven by the floating cannons!

All the energy beams exploded in vain behind her, failing to stop her in the slightest!

Qianxia felt a blur before her eyes, and that golden, nightmarish figure appeared in front of her as if by teleportation, so close that she could almost see the cold patterns on the other's body!

The lightsaber in Allen's hand unleashed an unprecedented, all-consuming sharpness! It possessed the absolute power to tear through space and sever laws, cutting through solidified butter with unparalleled precision and without hindrance—

He severed Chika's right arm, which was constructing the meteorite!

Moreover, the sword's momentum didn't end there; it continued down her shoulder in a cruel yet elegant trajectory, slicing diagonally across her chest and abdomen...

Almost half of her body, from her right shoulder to her left thigh, was mercilessly and completely severed!

"The more you look down from above, the better."

"puff--!"

Scalding blood, like a torrent bursting its banks, or a magnificent yet tragically beautiful red fountain, suddenly gushed from the enormous wound into the sky!

In the dim light of day, it drew a series of startling arcs.

An indescribable, excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed every nerve and cell of Chika like a tsunami.

The meteorite she had condensed halfway lost control instantly due to the fatal blow to its core builder. Its stable internal structure collapsed, and its enormous energy began to spill out and run rampant like a wild horse.

Almost simultaneously, on the top floor of a distant building, the "Genesis Reverser," which had been on standby, emitted a low hum once more, and a beam of eerie blue light locked onto the disintegrating meteorite for the second time.

There was no deafening explosion, only a chilling, eerie silence, as if space itself had been erased.

The massive meteorite, imbued with destructive power, was enveloped by that eerie blue beam of light, and rapidly disintegrated and annihilated from its physical form, like a pencil mark erased by an eraser.

It transformed into the most primordial and ethereal spiritual energy dust, silently drifting between heaven and earth, as if it had never existed.

Chika's body, like a marionette with its strings cut, or a butterfly torn apart by a gale, fell helplessly and stiffly towards the cold and hard earth from the high sky she had tried to dominate, accompanied by a shower of blood that was both tragically beautiful and extremely beautiful.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with a fierce, relentless obsession, fixed on the figure in the air that resembled a golden grim reaper.

It was as if he wanted to imprint her image into the deepest part of his soul, as if even if he fell into hell, he would climb back to take revenge on her!