Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

A strange sound was also heard in the forest filled with puppet remains.

"Gulu gulu..."

Suddenly, something nearly round rolled to the feet of the headless doll. Because it was hidden in the shadows, the full picture could not be seen, but Orange was sure.

It was a woman's head.

"Damn bastard..."

She turned her face to the front and spoke in a deep, beautiful voice.

Ten years ago, when Aozaki Touko heard this voice, she instantly got furious.

She watched as the headless puppet, which had escaped her control at some point, lifted up the woman's head and pressed it against her empty neck.

Although it was clearly a puppet she had made herself, the attacker manipulated each limb with ease, taking over the puppet's body as if he knew it better than she did.

Being able to do this in such a short time has exposed the fact that the attacker is also a master of ergonomics.

This was beyond imagination. Although she had revived the magic base of puppets and runes, the strength of her rune magic was not actually that strong. Puppet technology was what she was best at. Now, she was definitely worthy of the title of the world's highest puppeteer. To take away the control of puppets from her meant only one thing: the other party was better than her in puppet technology.

But ten years ago, Orange no longer had the energy to think about this outrageous fact. She stared at the head that emerged from the shadows as it moved its neck, with its dark red ponytail swinging back and forth, her face a little pale.

"It's done. It's just an old model after all."

The attacker standing in the shadows snapped his fingers in satisfaction, raised his head and looked at the puppeteer opposite him.

"You panicked when faced with such an unexpected situation. Where is your usual calm attitude? If that fool Aoko inherits magic and defeats Beor, won't you become so dejected that you won't even be able to choose your fate of death?"

The figure in the shadows spoke with a tone of disappointment and slowly walked out.

"You are proud, arrogant, and underestimate your enemies. The gains you have made through hardships have tempered you and fueled your jealousy. Normally, you are fine, but once you face Qingzi, you will inevitably lose control."

Ten years ago, Orange, for the first time, did not launch an attack immediately. Instead, she watched the attacker move forward step by step. A gleam of light flashed in her deep eyes that others could not understand. The hatred between her and her sister was no secret in the Clock Tower.

But the complex feelings that Aozaki Touko has for Aozaki Aoko cannot be described by hatred. No one except herself can understand or experience it.

Finally, the attacker walked into the moonlight, revealing his beautiful and delicate face.

——A face that is exactly the same as Aozaki Touko’s.

Looking at herself, whose face and body had not changed at all even though it was ten years ago, Orange's stern expression softened and she spoke with a self-deprecating smile.

"Although I don't want to admit it, this is all due to my youthful impetuosity."

"Nice to meet you, 'me'. Well, I won't waste any more time explaining. You are me too anyway. Next, it's time to check the performance of the body I had ten years ago."

"Wait, you are..."

Ten years ago, Aozaki Touko could no longer maintain her composure. Facing 'herself' who was acting as the Riddler, even the Puppet Master who could stabilize her emotions by switching personalities showed an anxious look, with a fierce light flashing in her pupils. She threw the rune stone in her hand, wanting to control the other party's mind as well.

But upon hearing such a question, Orange ten years later just showed a mocking look.

"I'm still hesitating until now. Sure enough, you are not qualified to see the Aozaki family's magic now."

Even though he was the one who spoke, the effective taunting still made the Orange from ten years ago look angry.

She clenched her wrists and no longer hesitated, preparing to execute herself directly.

But the other party just showed a mocking smile, as if this behavior was very ridiculous.

The next moment, the puppet suddenly broke through Rune's restraints, then raised its hands and slapped the head on its neck.

I killed myself?

Before the Orange from ten years ago could recover from this fact.

As the head was destroyed, the orange-red magician froze in place, his eyes suddenly dimmed, like a puppet waking up.

The golden wolf running in the forest in the distance seemed to realize something, stopped, and looked behind with confused eyes.

"orange?"

This chapter is two in one

Chapter 191 Big Brother is forbidden!

The Golden Wolf stopped hesitantly.

Although he cannot be said to be absolutely loyal to Aozaki Touko, given his childlike personality, Touko is undoubtedly the most trustworthy person at the moment.

Beo still cares about her safety. If she encounters an irresistible attack, Beo will not hesitate to abandon his current prey and rush back to rescue her.

But that's the problem. In Beo's perception, Orange was in very good condition and seemed to have encountered the attacker, but it was this situation that puzzled him.

"There are two oranges...?"

As a higher-dimensional life form, Beo's impression of humans is not that deep, and he often forgets about them completely after meeting them once. But on the other hand, once he remembers someone, it is extremely difficult for him to admit his mistake.

Because at that time, Beo did not remember superficial things like appearance, but the existence itself. No matter whether it was the magical aura or the imitation of appearance, he could not be deceived.

Because of this, everything that is happening now seems strange. Beo can clearly smell that the two independent scents both carry the characteristics of orange, which cannot be explained by means such as cloning and imitation.

Let's go and have a look...

The blond boy's eyes were replaced by wild-animal-like oval golden pupils. He clenched his teeth slightly, and his breath turned into a huge airflow, causing a sudden gust of wind to blow on the flat ground.

In the blink of an eye, Beo, who still maintained the posture of a blond boy, transformed directly from a human form into a huge golden wolf. The majestic vitality and wild pressure were like a sharp blade that had been unsealed, carrying a dangerous sense of oppression.

The alien fantasy beast reappears in the world again. He is not bound by the distinction between good and evil, but is a truly sacred beast. In this posture, his miracle from the mythological era has begun to change the surrounding environment.

The turbid atmosphere began to become clear, and the filth in the soil began to dissipate spontaneously. The lives hidden in it seemed to sense something, and regardless of differences in race and size, they moved away from this place in an orderly manner like troops forming an array.

The golden wolf shook its hair, which was as dazzling as burning golden flames, and was about to turn around when its bloodthirsty eyes were once again filled with confusion.

"Eh...it's become one again?"

The connection of the contract was also very normal. The remaining orange was undoubtedly familiar to him. So should he go back now? Or go find the remaining prey?

Suddenly, the golden wolf's ears moved slightly, and its incomparably gorgeous, star-like eyes revealed a hint of curiosity and some indescribable excitement.

The previous distress disappeared in an instant, and Beo immediately forgot about the safety of his nominal master, Aozaki Touko, and stared intently at the figure on the road ahead.

If Orange saw him like this, he would probably be shocked.

Although he is a fantasy species, Beo's essence is still that of a beast. During his adventures, even with Orange's restraint, he would often tear the provocative magicians to pieces on his own.

Even when it comes to the magic that is said to be above everything, Beor feels more curiosity than awe.

Humans are nothing more than prey. To Beo, it makes no difference whether they are magicians that he eats or oranges that he makes a contract with.

It is a miracle born in Northern Europe. In the modern world, it has not encountered any existence that can be compared with itself. Judging from the time and environment of its birth, Beor is undoubtedly a young beast.

Therefore, it does not understand what is so-called life, or the difference between meaning and value, which is the real reason why it agreed to the contract with Aozaki Touko.

But now, everything is different.

The sacred golden wolf squatted on the ground, raised its head, and glanced sharply at the being that was much slimmer than itself. A human expression appeared on its beast face.

That was astonishment.

That was shocking.

That is joy.

Then, the golden wolf, who considered himself a higher being than humans, spoke for the first time.

Its voice is full of childishness, just like that of a child compared to its majestic and sacred appearance.

"I didn't expect that there are actually people like me in this world. Orange said that they are extinct in this world and we can only encounter them in the outer world."

Beo stared at the black-haired young man and said excitedly.

From the moment it was born, it had an innate power. The mysteries of human beings were not worth mentioning to it, and things like magic had no effect on it. The colorful world was like a bubble, which was huge and gorgeous, but also very fragile.

But the young man in front of him was different. He was undoubtedly the companion that Beo could treat with an equal attitude.

"It's really amazing. I have no parents or brothers. I am a new species and an irreplaceable miracle. But in this world, there are still people as perfect as me."

Beo's wolf kiss gradually widened, and he spoke in a very happy tone.

"I have the same attitude as you on this point. Although I think I am no longer relevant, I still feel strange when I see someone like you."

Roland cast his gaze towards the golden wolf in front of him and saw through its essence.

The magic power released from the opponent's body is even greater than the output of the God-era dragon species. In terms of the form of birth, it is very similar to a servant summoned from the realm record tape and composed of magic power.

But there is a fundamental difference, whether in the strength of the body structure or the output, as the Golden Wolf claims, it is perfect.

This is not conceptual perfection, but the result of 100% fitness of soul and body.

The body of the Golden Wolf is the complete materialization of the soul.

That is to say-

"The third magic born of nature..."

Like Roland's previous form of existence, the Golden Wolf is the perfect product of the third magic.

So even if no one teaches it, its body can change its shape freely. Gender is meaningless to it because there is no need for it. When it meets someone it likes, it can decide the gender at that time.

Use magic to fight magic. It seems that Beo's existence can indeed become a trump card against magicians.

"Well, big brother, do you want to play with me? I'm just feeling bored."

The golden wolf opened its huge mouth and extended an invitation in an innocent tone.

"No big brother! Forget about that title, it's a bit creepy, especially since your tone is like that of a toddler, it sounds really weird."

Roland crossed his arms and faced the golden wolf in front of him, decisively rejecting such a title.

"However, forget about the request to play together. Let's just have a fight. In the end, it will turn into something like this anyway. Although you have human nature, you are just a beast. When you encounter a stranger of your own kind, it is your instinct to use force to test and confirm your status."

"Eh, was I seen through?"

The nature of a wolf is vaguely revealed in Beo's ferocious pupils.

Staring at Roland's slender body compared to its own, it showed a smug look.

Through the observation just now, Beo can be sure that this appearance, which is exactly the same as that of a weak human, is the other party's true appearance.

Even high-level life forms that are the materialization of souls have differences.

Compared to it, which was born with fantasy characteristics, Roland was just a weakling.

"But don't worry, you are one of my rare kind, so I won't take your life."

Beor showed a smile full of animal desire, murderous intent, and greed.

"Of course, before that, you have to satisfy me first."

It won't break into pieces just because you slap it with your claws.

It won't be possible to never wake up again just because it gets scratched during a fight.

An existence that will not die due to changes in the environment just because it stays with itself.

To a lone golden wolf, there is no more pleasant toy than one of his weaker kind.

"You are indeed a beast without any sense of morality. But, that's just what I want."

Roland watched Beo's actions and felt no fear at all.

"From this point of view, you are much better than those crazy people who shout about friendship and faith, and go to extremes and cannot be pulled back. After all, obeying something stronger than oneself is also the nature of beasts."

"Are you serious?"

Beo felt dazed for the first time, encountering a powerful existence in an unfamiliar environment. Even a beast would not think this was a good thing.

"Yeah, after all, I don't want to just kill someone like you. It's such a waste."

But Roland just smiled and made such a declaration.

As soon as he finished speaking, another kind of true ether that was incompatible with Beorg slowly flowed out from his hand, spreading out like boiling water vapor, sublimating the surrounding environment again.

The environment with an atmosphere like a natural temple was replaced by a purer and more disordered etheric magic, and the return of the era of gods caused by Beor's existence disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The Golden Wolf could not fail to notice such a provocation.

It restrained its unnecessary expressions, supported its body with its powerful limbs, and its innocent pupils were gradually filled with cold murderous intent.

"Although I think this is redundant, I'll still ask you. Are you under the illusion that you are stronger than me?"

"Definitely not," Roland answered the question quickly, smiling even more brightly. "Because this is not an illusion at all, but a fact in front of us."

"Click——"