The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

The black smoke rolled in again, and Perlis was no longer as conservative as she was last time - she could clearly see the position of Zachamos, but Zachamos didn't know that.

"bass--"

The potential energy of the factor accelerated Perlis's pace infinitely, and she jumped towards Zachamos' position without hesitation. Zachamos had no idea that Perlis could see his position, and in front of the speed of [Pure White Fireworks], his bronze blade had no time to block it -

"Shhh-"

The red arc tore through the smoke, and before the sharp blade pierced his chest, a rare look of surprise flashed across Zachamos's face. He seemed to realize that he had been tricked, and his dull pupils stared at the red pupils that were shining with blood, as if he couldn't understand why she could sense his location.

"You..saw me.. (I.Tran)"

"go to hell!"

Perlis fiercely thrust the blood-red blade into Zachamos' chest, and the Great Prophet's hand holding the bronze blade trembled slightly. The black mist blew away his chance to block and ruined his victory.

"Click——"

Polly mercilessly pulled out the butterfly knife that had been inserted into Zachamos' chest, spun it lightly in her hand, and slashed dozens of times in a row -

“Swoosh—swoosh—swoosh—swoosh—”

Zachamos passively endured the furious attack of [Pure White Flame]. His body was slashed by blades imbued with strong elemental energy, causing blood to splatter everywhere, but he seemed to feel no pain at all.

There is no pain, but death is inevitable.

As Perlis slashed with the last blow, Zachamos' body flew backwards and fell on the high wall with his limbs spread out.

In an instant, the black fog dissipated, and the strong wind blew again, covering the peak of the Pershipon Wall.

"call--"

In the strong wind, Perlis swung the knife lightly, and blood spilled on the ground.

In the strong wind, the Great Prophet Zachamos Arichi was covered with wounds and was about to die.

“Ah…Ahaha…Hehehe…”

Zachamos spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to his feet. Although he felt no pain, he was still shaking all over.

"You lose, Great Prophet." Perlis's expression was indifferent.

"Uh...haha...pure white man...you saw me...hehehe...(E-Tran language)"

The Great Prophet stumbled back, a crazy laugh breaking out on his dark face:

"Finally someone... has seen me! Ahahaha... I... exist (E-Tran language)!"

In the raging wind, the blood-red eyes stared at the dying madman without any mercy.

In the strong wind, the slaves from E.Tlan opened their arms, covered with wounds.

Zachamos' body shook slightly, and the next second, he fell from the edge of the high wall, leaving a long red trail of blood.

......

8) False Idols (Part 6)

"Ah, it looks like she won."

On the hill, Grace was observing the Wall of Pership in the distance through a telescope, muttering to himself.

Countless royal government troops inside the wall climbed up to the top of the high wall again and began to use artillery to attack the puppet army below. The puppet army, which had lost its siege equipment, soon began to retreat step by step and was completely defeated.

At the end of the siege, a scarlet meteor fell from the high wall, causing a strong factor energy explosion among the last remnants of the puppet army.

"boom--"

When the smoke and dust that filled the battlefield cleared, only the citizens of the old city who served as volunteers were still standing on the battlefield. They held high the flag of the kingdom and cheered under the scorching sun.

They won. After so many years, another morning star passed through the sky, bringing the kingdom its first victory after a long period of defeat.

The remaining smoke and dust surrounded the kingdom's flag, but it could not cover the Pershipnes royal emblem that shone with golden light under the scorching sun. From the battle of Aston Plains to now, the kingdom has once again proved that its battle flag will always stand tall.

Ashlia stared blankly at this sudden victory. Before she seemed to have recovered from the shock, she saw the huge flag rising from the ashes of the battlefield.

They are the backbone of the kingdom. Without any citizen of the kingdom, the war cannot be won.

The kingdom... The kingdom survived...

Where is Ryan?

A nauseous feeling as if strangling her throat came over her, and Ashlia suddenly stood up and ran towards the battlefield recklessly.

"Hey! Princess, where are you going?" It was Carly's call, but Ashlia had no desire to respond at all.

If something happens...if Ryan...it's all my fault...

It was my willful departure that caused the defense of the old city to lack resistance in the early stages, which forced Ryan to hand over all his cards so quickly. It was all my fault...

If he died...if he...

Ashilia ran desperately on the battlefield. The strong smell of blood mixed with rust filled her nostrils, making her cough. But even so, she just gritted her teeth and ran forward.

"Princess! We won!"

"Your Highness! We..."

The people on the battlefield recognized the returning princess. They focused their ardent gazes and pious words on her as if they had seen the goddess of victory.

But Ashlia did not respond, she just ran in the smoke and dust, just as she had run in the alleys of La Vatino.

Ryan...he...

Ashlia recalled the day in the church when the royal guard had made a small promise with her. She had already disappointed him once.

Now, am I going to let him down again?

Ashilia searched the battlefield frantically for Rein, but could not catch a glimpse of the conspicuous silver armor. She kept searching, first those who were still standing, then those who were seriously injured and fell to the ground, and finally she simply searched among the piles of corpses, just to at least see him once.

Just seeing him, seeing him is enough. Isn't that federal man here? Even if he is injured, he will definitely be able to heal him!

Whatever you want! Let him come back!

Ashlia was like a madman, sweat and tears mixed on her face, and then fell into the dust of the battlefield and was swallowed by the blood-stained yellow earth.

But even so, she still couldn't find the shadow of the royal guard.

The generals of the royal government seemed to have noticed that something was wrong. They walked behind the frantic princess in front of the pile of corpses and gently advised her:

"Your Highness, please don't..."

"Your Highness, let us do it, you..."

"Your Highness..."

Ashilia continued to search as if no one was around, searching from one end of the battlefield to the other, letting her hands get cut and stained with blood, letting her light green hair get stained with dust.

That was the color she was supposed to be.

Where's Ryan? Where's Ryan?

Her hands searched mechanically, and Ashilia seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. A nightmare that she couldn't wake up from and made her suffer.

Until a hand gently rested on her shoulder:

"Aishiliya..."

A familiar voice came, and Ashlia turned her head suddenly, meeting those blood-red eyes.

Unlike usual, Perlis's eyes were not covered by mist, but sparkled.

Are those tears? Ashlia didn't know, would the tears of [Pure White Fireworks] be shed for the kingdom?

She was clearly being treated as an alien just a few days ago, so why was she fighting so hard?

"Perlis..." Ashilia's throat was choked.

"Let's go to the old town first. The people of the kingdom still need you."

A small white hand stretched out to Ashlia from the smoke and dust. That hand was so clean...not even stained by the slightest dirt from the battlefield, like a lotus flower emerging from the mud.

Ashilia was slightly stunned, then she held Perlis's hand. Perlis pulled her up from the dust and patted her shoulder gently.

"Leave it to me to find Big Daddy. You should go back to the old town first. There are many post-war matters that need your attention."

"But...I think..."

Before Ashlia could finish her words, she seemed to be choked.

She knew what she wanted, she wanted to find Rein, she wanted to take Leon Kelast's head now. She hated being a princess who lived in the back and made plans, she wanted to be a warrior.

But for some reason, the moment Ryan disappeared, she felt an unprecedented pressure on her shoulders. The pressure was so great that she could hardly breathe.

Could it be... that it was Ruiyin who helped me bear all the pressure before?

Ashlia lowered her head slightly, her shoulders trembling. When she looked up again, her golden eyes had become as calm as possible.

We have to take responsibility, and this day should have come long ago.

"..I understand, thank you, Perlis."

Ashilia took a deep breath and extended a bloody hand towards Perlis.

"If you need the kingdom's help in the future, I will do my best."

Seeing Ashilia's serious side, Perlis was a little stunned. She stared at Ashilia for a while, then smiled softly.

"You look so strange, Your Highness."

"No...no!" Ashlia was a little flustered. "I...I'm serious. You saved us, how could I..."

Before he could finish, Ashlia seemed to realize something, and the two of them smiled at each other tacitly, seeming somewhat out of place on the dusty battlefield.

Yes, what's the point of being depressed now? The kingdom's flag is raised for the first time in so many years, but the princess wants to sink into despair?

"See you soon, my friend."

After saying this, Ashilia turned around very quickly and walked towards the doorway of the Persipense Wall, surrounded by the generals of the royal government. Perlis stood there and watched her go away.

Sure enough, the process of maturity is common to all things. Perlis turned around and walked towards the hill where Carly and Grace were.

......

8) False Idols (Part 7)

After crossing the battlefield, Perlis walked up the hill and reunited with Carly and Grace.

Before she could stand firmly on her feet, Carly rushed over and gave her a big hug.

"Little white flower!!!"

"Ugh! Carly! Stop it! It's hurting!"

"You were shot into the sky like a missile! Are you hurt? Let me see!"

"No! Don't move! Don't!"

"..."

Watching the two people fighting, Grace was automatically isolated more than ten steps away... He didn't expect that the senior schoolmate he admired would be so... barbaric?

Of course, even if he had ten times the courage, he would not dare to comment on the senior sister's behavior. After all, even if he had a hundred times the courage, he would not dare to hold someone like [Pure White Flame] in his arms and pull his head hard.

How can someone hold the Pure White Fireworks like this? Is this really reasonable?

"Okay! Let's get down to business!"

After a while of playing around, Pearlis cleared her throat with a blushing face and took several steps away from Carly.

"Carly, have you tracked down Zachamos?"

"I've been observing," Carly said, waving her hand lightly and using the ring to drive the drone. "After he fell from the wall, there was a war in that area, so there was no confirmation of the body."

"In this case... we must confirm his death," Perlis said, "How much progress have we made?"

"The battlefield search will be completed in two minutes," Carly winked at Perlis, "We still have some tacit understanding~"

"Okay," Perlis said neatly, turning to Grace, "Master Grace, thank you for your assistance."

"No...nothing happened...it's better to say that you helped me," Grace said with some embarrassment, "But...you were not hurt at all after being directly launched from the sentinel tower...Except for the protection of the factor shield, your physical fitness is also really..."

Grace looked at Pearlis's slender figure. Could a body of this level really have such a strong physical fitness? Why... Was it related to her long-term attendance at the academy?

Or...is it because of this kind of body that he has become the subject of long-term research in the academy?