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

"Bang!!!"

A deep, muffled bang, loud enough to stop a heartbeat, rang out.

Her body, like a broken doll, crashed heavily and without cushioning onto the wrecked ground below, littered with metal debris, sending up ripples of dust and blood. Silence followed.

In the air, the fragments of her spirit armor, which had not yet completely dissipated, were illuminated by the sunlight after the airship broke through the clouds, mixed with the dissipating blue spiritual energy and the scattered blood droplets, like the feathers of a bird with broken wings.

It was like a poignant rain of blood, mixed with rust and sorrow, falling silently and slowly onto the cold earth.

It was as if mourning the fall of yet another elf, or as if adding the most tragic stroke to this unequal war.

Inside the factory, Itsuka Shido, who had been intently watching the battle outside, witnessed firsthand the entire process of Chinatsu being brutally cut in half at the waist and falling from a great height.

The immense shock and indescribable grief struck him instantly, causing him to let out a heart-wrenching, almost choking cry of despair: "Phoenix Institute student—!!!"

His voice echoed through the empty factory, filled with helplessness and anger.

Allen, hovering in mid-air, indifferently flicked non-existent bloodstains off his lightsaber, as if he had just completed a trivial cleaning.

The battlefield seemed to fall into a brief, deathly silence. Only the fragments of spiritual equipment and specks of spiritual energy falling from the sky told the story of the brief but fierce struggle that had just taken place.

Chapter 108 Powerless Protection and the Final Laughter

Inside the factory, darkness and dust filled the air. Itsuka Shido peered through a menacing crack in the window.

They watched helplessly as the blue figure in the distance was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, spraying out blinding lines of blood.

Then, like a bird whose wings have been easily broken, it loses all its vitality and buoyancy and falls straight down from a heart-stopping height.

The dull thud of flesh colliding with the hard ground, even from this distance, felt as if it struck Shido's heart directly.

His mind went completely blank for a moment, all his thinking ability was taken away by this cruel scene, leaving only a agonizing pain, as if his heart was being torn apart and hollowed out, spreading wildly in his chest.

Even the blue light barrier that had been blocking him from leaving had disappeared.

"Phoenix Academy student—!!!"

He let out a heart-wrenching roar, his body acting before his mind, ready to rush out regardless of everything.

"Shido! No! You stop right there!"

Through the headset, Kotori's anxious voice pierced his eardrums with a sharp intensity.

"Alan Mathers is outside! That 'world's greatest magician'! Going out now is suicide! You can't do anything right now! Calm down!"

Shido stumbled forward and stopped abruptly in place.

His fists were clenched tightly at his sides. Due to excessive force, his knuckles turned white, and his neatly trimmed nails dug deep into the soft flesh of his palms, bringing a sharp stinging pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

He knew, of course, that what Kotori said was a cold, hard truth. He, Itsuka Shido, an ordinary high school student without a manifestation device or spirit power, was facing a woman who floated in the air like a golden grim reaper.

What can we do? Charge in and argue? Or use our flesh and blood to block that lightsaber that cuts everything in its path?

It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or a moth flying into a flame.

"I know... I know going out is pointless! I know I might... I might die!"

Shido's voice trembled violently from extreme pain, anger, and helplessness, carrying an uncontrollable sorrow, yet also an unyielding stubbornness that erupted from the depths of his soul.

"But... but I can't... I can't just stand by and watch! Watch someone... watch Hououin-san need help... and I can only hide in a corner like a coward... trembling... I can't do it!!! I can't!!!"

Before the words were even finished, the pent-up emotions, like a burst dam, completely overwhelmed the bulwark of reason.

He suddenly lowered his head, like a young beast cornered in a desperate situation, and with all his might, smashed open the pile of rusty metal debris in front of him, making a series of ear-piercing clanging sounds.

He rushed out of the factory gate, a symbol of the dividing line between "safety" and "death," without regard for anything else! He fiercely and resolutely left behind the dusty and shadowy space where Kotori's desperate cry in her earpiece, "Idiot brother! Come back!"

He broke through the air surrounding the factory, thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and burnt fumes, his vision briefly blurred.

In an instant, it locked onto the blue figure dozens of meters away, lying quietly on the broken ground in an extremely unnatural posture.

"Phoenix Academy student!"

Shido sprinted away, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, almost as if it would jump out.

The distance beneath their feet shortened, and the blue hue and the surrounding, ever-expanding, dark red bloodstains became increasingly clear and glaring.

Finally reaching her, his knees buckled, unable to support his weight any longer, and he almost fell heavily to his knees beside Qianxia, ​​splashing up a little dust mixed with blood.

The sight before him took his breath away instantly, as if all the blood in his body had frozen in that moment.

Not far away, the abandoned megaphone, half-buried in the rubble and previously "activated" by Chika, was still stubbornly and inappropriately running, playing that stirring and tragic song.

The dramatic background music she had chosen for herself now felt like the coldest, most biting irony, repeatedly torturing the ruthlessness of reality.

"Even if the glass turns to ashes, it will still pierce the darkness."

Chika collapsed helplessly into her own warm pool of blood, which continued to slowly expand, the dark red liquid steadily enlarging its boundaries.

The liquid soaked through her tattered, dimmed blue and white spiritual robes and completely stained the cold, rough ground beneath her.

Her once vibrant blue hair, as beautiful as a waterfall of ice crystals and radiant with life, now seemed to have lost all its vitality, becoming withered, dull, and devoid of any luster, disheveled and damp, scattered across her cheeks, neck, and pool of blood.

It completely covered her eyes, which always gleamed with cunning, leaving only the lower half of her face, which was so pale it was almost transparent and devoid of any color.

Her lips parted slightly as she breathed shallowly and laboredly, each weak inhale seeming to draw all her strength from her body, causing her broken body to tremble uncontrollably.

With each exhale, more bubbly blood foam overflowed from the corners of her lips, slid down her jawline, and dripped into the pool of blood beneath her, creating imperceptible ripples.

However, when Shido's figure blocked some of the light above her, and his shadow fell on her—she seemed to sense his approach and recognize his familiar yet powerless presence.

—Those faint but persistent gasps, representing the struggle for life, gradually and very obviously... came to a halt.

"The apocalyptic revelry continues unabated!"

An indescribable, extremely complex emotion silently spread across her face, which was completely obscured by her disheveled hair.

Even without seeing her eyes, Shido could clearly feel the almost tangible aura emanating from her—a deep, profound humiliation, as if his most wretched, pathetic, and vulnerable side had been laid bare before the very person he least wanted to see.

It was a profound sorrow—for this abruptly ended hope, for her irreversible and doomed fate.

It was an even more boundless despair—a hatred of one's own weakness and powerlessness, a profound loathing for the inability to control one's power or change anything, and a final, silent protest against this cruel fate.

She clenched her teeth tightly, her jawline taut, as if enduring a mental torment a thousand times more intense than being torn apart physically.

This humiliation and despair stemmed from either Shido seeing her in such a miserable state or from a deep-seated hatred for her inability to control her power or change her fate.

Shido watched this scene, his heart breaking. Hot tears instantly burst from his eyes, blurring his vision, and fell in large drops, mixing with the blood on the ground.

He stretched out his hands, trembling, hovering in mid-air, wanting to touch her and offer her some comfort or support, but then withdrew them as if burned, afraid that any slight movement of his might would exacerbate the pain she was enduring.

"Phoenix Academy student... hang in there... you must hold on... everything will be alright... someone will come to save you..."

He offered words of comfort, his voice hoarse and choked with sobs, though he knew perfectly well how pale and powerless his words were, and how the cruelty of reality, like a cold iron wall, had cut off all hope.

At this moment, the mutation reappeared.

Chika's clenched teeth slowly loosened. The expression that had been shrouded in humiliation, sorrow, and despair began to change, like ice and snow melting away.

A twisted, familiar curve once again crept up her blood-stained lips.

The arc grew larger and larger, eventually transforming into an incredibly clear, arrogant smile, brimming with madness and mockery.

Despite her deathly pale face, despite her rapidly passing life, and despite lying in a pool of blood, she once again revealed that arrogant smile that seemed to control everything and despise all things!

She even let out a low, guttural laugh, like a broken bellows, mixed with blood and foam: "Heh...heh..."

"Until the memories of the past close my eyes~"

This smile formed an incredibly eerie and jarring contrast with the horrific scene before her. It was as if, in her final moments, she chose not to weep or plead, but to react in the most frenzied manner.

It mocks all the pain inflicted upon her, mocks the indifferent world, mocks the powerless saviors, and also mocks... her insignificant self who ultimately could not escape the script of fate.

Shido was completely stunned, watching that familiar yet utterly alien maniacal laughter reappear in this hellish scene.

An indescribable chill, a mixture of fear, heartache, and immense confusion, shot from his tailbone up his spine to the top of his head, leaving him feeling icy cold.

(Why...why, even at a time like this...can you still...?)

Hovering in the air, Allen coldly looked down at the "touching" scene below, watching the girl lying in a pool of blood still laughing wildly, and the boy kneeling beside her, his face streaked with tears and at a loss. There was no emotion in his eyes, only a trace of barely perceptible annoyance.

(A boring farce.)

She slowly raised the lightsaber in her hand, aiming it at Shido and Chinatsu below.

And Chika, in the final moments of her life, maintained that manic smile, as if silently declaring:

Even in destruction, we will not bow our heads.

Chapter 109 Foolish Kindness and Unyielding Fury

Alan Mathers piloted Pendragon, descending slowly from the smoke-filled sky like an angel of judgment.

Finally, hovering several meters above the ground, her cold gaze, like two tangible sharp knives, fell upon Shido, who was kneeling beside a pool of blood, his face streaked with tears, yet stubbornly raising his head to meet her gaze.

Shido Itsuka, suppressing the sob in his throat and the trembling in his body, stubbornly raised his head to meet the gaze that seemed to freeze his soul.

His face was still wet with tears, mixed with dust and bloodstains, making him look disheveled. But in his eyes, which reflected the firelight of the battlefield, burned a flame that was completely different from his weak appearance—an unyielding fire.

Her eyes held a hint of scrutiny, a hint of impatience, and a hint of doubt that could no longer be ignored.

"It's you again, young man."

Her voice, carrying a metallic quality, rang out with exceptional clarity in the deathly silence of the battlefield.

"Last time, at the scene of the 'Princess's' hunt, it was you who suddenly barged in." Her gaze seemed to pierce through Shido's soul.

"At the time, I thought you were just an ordinary citizen who was unlucky, failed to take refuge in time, and happened to run into the elves' attack... lucky yet unlucky."

Her tone became slightly more forceful, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

"But now, it's like this again."

Her gaze swept over Shido, then landed on Chika, who lay in a pool of blood behind him, still sporting a maniacal smile.

“A single coincidence might be accidental. But the same ‘coincidence’ occurring twice in a row, precisely at the heart of high-risk Pokémon-related events…”

She leaned forward slightly, and the invisible pressure she exerted almost suffocated Shido.

"Is this really a coincidence, or... was it premeditated?"

Faced with Eren's sharp gaze that seemed to see through everything and his cold questioning, Shido's heart pounded wildly, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to calm down. (We can't be exposed! We absolutely cannot expose Fraxinus and Qinli!)

He took a deep breath, straightened his spine with all his might, and although his voice still trembled slightly, his eyes met Allen's with unwavering determination:

"It wasn't premeditated! I was just... just someone who couldn't stand by and watch!"

His voice was a little hoarse with emotion, "When I see someone in need of help, when I see someone injured, I can't just turn a blind eye! It's that simple!"

His gaze involuntarily shifted to Qianxia, ​​who lay weakly breathing in a pool of blood. The unfake pain and heart-wrenching resolve that instantly welled up in his eyes became the most powerful testament to his words:

"She's my friend! She's someone important to me who makes my heart flutter!"

"How could I... how could I just stand by and watch her die like that, and do nothing like a coward?!"

He poured out his complex and genuine feelings for Chika without reservation at this moment, using them as the most direct and powerful reason for his actions.

(Yes, that's it! I'm a fool who acts impulsively with only passion! A idiot who gets blinded by love and doesn't care about his own safety! An ordinary high school student who...can't stand by and watch the person he likes die!)

Shido screamed inwardly, trying to use this pure, even somewhat foolish, sense of "justice" and "personal feelings" to cover up the more complex truth behind it.

Eren listened quietly to Shido's explanation, his cold eyes lingering on Shido's face for a long time, as if judging the truth or falsehood of his words.

All that remained on the scene was Qianxia's faint, intermittent, maniacal laughter tinged with blood, which sounded particularly eerie, like the background noise of this confrontation.

In the end, Ellen neither expressed belief nor immediately denied it. She simply said in her flat, monotone voice:

“Foolish…kindness.”

It's unclear whether this is an evaluation of Shido's behavior or a characterization of him.

But her lightsaber remained firmly pointed downwards. Clearly, whether Shido's actions were a coincidence or a conspiracy, it couldn't change her next move.

However, just as Shido was desperately trying to distract Eren with words and sincerity, hoping to buy that slim second of a possible turning point—

A dull, clear thud abruptly and penetratingly interrupted Shido's words, which had not yet fully fallen, and instantly drew Eren's cold gaze back to the pool of blood.

Her only remaining left hand slammed its five fingers hard onto the cold, blood-soaked ground! Her arm trembled violently from the force, her knuckles bulging and veins standing out.

Then, under Shido's suddenly contracting pupils and Eren's gaze that flashed with genuine surprise for the first time, she actually used this arm for support, moving little by little, extremely slowly, with each inch of movement accompanied by the subtle sounds of muscles tearing and bones rubbing together.

Yet, with a shocking and indomitable determination, he forcefully and stubbornly propped his upper body up from that pool of blood that symbolized death!