Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 148 I am Grand Duke Rash! Ghost of the Molten River Legion (4.8k)

Good luck is on the run.

He has been on the run.

But I can’t remember how long I ran or how far I ran.

He could only vaguely remember that after the legion commander was killed by the knight who called himself Salivia, the entire legion immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Because there are too many mercenaries in the legion and it was established too recently.

He saw a large number of his fellow tribesmen being contaminated by the purple fire that fell from the sky, and then they screamed in pain until they died. He also saw a large amount of gray gas rising from the ground, and many of his fellow tribesmen fell to the ground a dozen seconds after inhaling it.

The changing air pressure, the scorching hot air, and too many spells and visions that Good Luck had never seen before came crashing down on them.

The fellow tribesmen could only flee.

He could only escape.

Those who did not die at the first moment and the vast majority of his fellow tribesmen who escaped with him were killed by the swords of the knights covered in strange iron sheets.

Outside the Inquisitor's encirclement, there is even a circle of strange magic performed by humans in black - most of the fellow humans would be completely corroded once they collide with it, and some were even directly transformed into soulless and mindless erosion species.

But when he passed through the magic encirclement, he was not hurt at all.

Good Luck thought that this was probably due to the power of his name.

good luck.

But even if we managed to escape the encirclement, there is actually nothing worth celebrating.

Because there will be many inquisitors coming from all directions to hunt them down.

So he could only run and run.

Good luck knows it can't stop.

Because if you stop, those evil ghosts in white will come to claim your life like mud sharks smelling blood.

You have to run until you are out of energy. If you can still be caught up by then, it means the end of your fame.

Then accept your fate.

Good luck thinking.

The sky and the earth in front of him began to slowly twist and rotate, and the gentle call of the person who left long, long ago gradually echoed in his ears.

Good Luck listened to every word carefully and responded with a smile.

But he still did not stop his legs, and just like that, he walked straight across the city full of memories and the warm cottage.

Because he knew he couldn't die here, at least not now.

Until his legs instinctively weakened for a moment, and then he fell to the ground in a daze.

He fell on the bloody sand and coughed twice. The twisting hallucinations and whispered greetings all disappeared at this moment.

——Replaced by the suffocating pressure of blood.

"deserter?"

Good Luck heard an indifferent voice, and before he could confirm it with his eyes, he could feel that gaze as real as if it were falling on him.

Then good fortune bowed tremblingly.

——I’m dying, dying, dying.

The mixed blood in my bones is wailing because of this unhappiness.

——The noble Viscount, or the great Earl?

——How could such a distinguished person come to a place like this... and meet me? !
But at the same time, he also thought with a little bit of smugness and luck:
——If this gentleman had not sentenced me to death, would I have been able to survive?

"What's your name, soldier?"

The overly childish voice made Good Luck respond reflexively:

"--good luck!"

"Good Luck... Ha, it's a good name, and it really lives up to its name."

He heard the gentleman smile and then say:

"Good luck then, hold your head up."

Good Luck did not dare to hesitate and raised his rough face covered with bloodstains and scars.

At the same time, I also saw the true face of this distinguished gentleman.

Spiral black horns, indifferent lavender eyes... and that overly young face and worrying height.

At this age, she might be younger than the granddaughter of the old Fire Demon next door... Is she ten years old?

And, alone?
How could such a distinguished gentleman travel without being accompanied by his family elders?

Good Luck suddenly felt a little disappointed - because he did not expect such a young devil's child who had lost power in the family struggle and had the blood of a viscount to help him much.

Even though his bloodline is indeed noble, its strength is probably not as good as mine...

"Are you disappointed?"

After learning that his disappointment was seen through, Good Luck didn't think much of it.

He just sighed, then struggled to get up from the ground bit by bit, and gave advice to the lonely child: "Your Excellency, this is a frontline battlefield full of dangers. Even someone as noble as you may die here if you are not careful. The front line has already collapsed..."

"That's what I'm here for."

The smiling voice interrupted Good Luck's words. He looked up in confusion and saw the young face that was full of ambition.

The little boy grinned.
"Good luck to the soldier who is the first to meet me... and remember my name!"

He loudly declared:
"——I am Rash, Grand Duke Rash! The youngest member of the Royal Court! The future Demon King, the Lord of the Royal Court!"

"I came to the frontline alone this time, not only to complete the ancient rite of passage, but also to save this corrupt situation that I can no longer tolerate!"

Good Luck lay there in a daze, and then he saw the boy who called himself the Grand Duke stretch out his hand to him and asked expectantly: "Now, Good Luck lives up to his name..."

At this moment, the unique aura of the Demon Duke burst out without reservation.

"——Do you want to join me in conquering this world?"

When Good Luck came to his senses, he found that he had thrown away the weapon that he regarded as his life, and instead grasped the seemingly weak and powerless hand.

"Very good, good luck, you made the right choice."

Yuan Qingzhuo smiled, held the hands of good luck with both hands, and pulled him up.

Then give medicine and food.

Good Luck knelt on one knee and took it.

"Your Majesty, thank you very much."

"Your Majesty, you don't need to call me that. Just call me Rush on the battlefield."

Yuan Qingzhuo calmly let Rush, who was happily playing with building blocks at home, take the blame.

It was not until he stood up that Good Luck realized the real height of the boy in front of him.

I am nearly two meters tall, while His Majesty the Grand Duke is only... less than one meter?
Good Luck took the cult's special medicine with the label torn off, and while feeling his injuries recovering, he couldn't help but ask:
"Mian... Lord Rash, may I ask how old you are?"

Yuan Qingzhuo, whose communication with Farandel was interrupted, looked back and asked in confusion: "I came here only to become an adult and save the situation. Good luck..."

"Since when has age become the criterion for assessing merit and credibility? Is it because of those old men in the royal court who are just sitting there doing nothing but eating and drinking that you think so?"

Yuan Qingzhuo took off his hood and looked again at the first demon soldier he had encountered.

Large areas of flesh and blood were exposed, waiting to be infected, and there were countless visible injuries. The internal organs were probably even more serious... It was a miracle that he was still alive today.

Is this the tenacious vitality of the Mercury Stage?

Good Luck immediately covered his mouth and just kept chewing the dried meat - Lord Rash dared to make up stories about the royal court, but if he spoke nonsense, he would be beheaded if he was discovered.

After seeing that Good Luck stopped asking questions, Yuan Qingzhuo finally had the chance to face the laughing Flandel.

"Rash...hahahahahaha you actually told others your name is Rash! Boy, Rash's name is also engraved on the stone tablet, hahaha!"

Flandre clapped his hands and laughed: "Little Rush was clamoring to see you a few minutes ago. I wonder what she would think if she knew you gave her the blame!"

"——Who said she was the one taking the blame?"

Yuan Qingzhuo watched Good Luck's injuries recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, and sneered at Flandel: "Can't you just sit at home and hope for good luck?"

Ignoring Flandre's strange smile, Yuan Qingzhuo looked back at Good Luck and said calmly, "Now, you have two choices."

"Part ways with me now and continue to be your deserter to save your life. I am not like other old-fashioned people who hate deserters who can't do anything. I understand that everyone has their own difficulties."

"If you want to leave, I won't stop you, but don't worry, there won't be any more pursuers coming after this - because I'm already here."

Seeing that Good Luck didn't answer, Yuan Qingzhuo smiled in his heart:
"Or, choose to become my soldier right now, and go with me to kill these useless people who are only asking for our deaths, and then eliminate the root cause of your dispute here."

hesitate?

Good Luck had almost no hesitation. The soldier who had just escaped from the quagmire of war bowed respectfully to Yuan Qingzhuo:
"From now on, your will is my will." For him, there was no reason to refuse.

If Lord Rush was just an ignorant descendant of the Viscount, he would have simply fled in a hurry after expressing his gratitude.

But in fact, Lord Rush is undoubtedly the Grand Duke.

There is no one around him yet, and the young grand duke has the demeanor of a king even though he hasn't grown up yet... He never thought that such a lucky thing would happen to him one day.

"Then take up your sword and go."

Yuan Qingzhuo continued to move towards the front battlefield.

The demon lines and legions closer to him had all been defeated, and the ones chasing them now were the knights and inquisitors of the cult.

So now there is no need to worry about those powerful demon army leaders... As for the cult soldiers who regard demons as their mortal enemies?

"Sister Fa, give me some instructions. Tell everyone to drive all the deserting demons to me. Try to kill as few as possible and don't let us run into them."

"——a small problem."

After Flandel in the room gave two instructions, the Inquisitors who were hunting down demons on the front line began to scratch their heads in confusion.

Why does the leader seem to want us to let these demons go...

But someone reacted instantly.

——I understand. You want to surround the point and attack the reinforcements, then use these shrimp soldiers and crab generals to attract a few legions to launch an annihilation war!
And it doesn’t matter if the Inquisitor is unable to react.

Compared to other arms, the Inquisitors' compliance with the commander's orders is top-notch.

Even if Farandel asked them all to stand in place as punishment, the judges would do it without asking the reason.

Not long after, Yuan Qingzhuo saw another small group of fleeing soldiers in panic.

Here come the soldiers!
He couldn't help but smile.

At the same time, at the temporary base of the Ronghe Legion, the central camp.

"Sir... there's a rat that's been spying on us from the outskirts of our base. Do you want to get rid of it?"

A cold voice sounded beside the big red demon.

"Why?"

Ronghe gulped down the wine in the cup, laughed and asked back: "If we catch it now, how can we find the mouse's nest behind it?"

"It's been a long time. Even though you've become a ghost, you still can't get rid of this anxious habit, Udo."

The ghost named Udo said apologetically: "Sorry..."

"I will not accept such an insincere apology."

Ronghe glanced at the empty space beside him and threw down the wine cup casually: "If you want to get my forgiveness, then don't just talk about it."

"Yes."

Watching the ghost leave, Ronghe yawned in boredom: "We are on the battlefield, but there are only boring people and things. It really spoils the fun..."
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"The coordinates of the Molten River Corps' base are xxx, xxx, xxx. Captain, do you remember them?"

The young Yuanzhi officer hid in the bushes like a dead object, silently watching the teams of demon soldiers patrolling by.

The aura emitted by the powerful demon made him, who was only at the level of white iron, tremble.

"I've got that, Mace, come back soon."

Captain Gray's tone was filled with worry.

"It's okay. I'll be back in two hours. If not, you can leave first."

"be careful."

After the communication was interrupted, Gray, who was hiding in a cave, sighed worriedly, but couldn't help but reveal a look of joy.

The merits for this mission are quite generous, and Miss Red Dragon has emphasized that her share is not needed...

In the silence, Caroline on the other side of the cave suddenly turned back:

"Were you communicating with the telepathist just now?"

"Ah... yes, he has determined that the coordinates of the Molten River Legion are xxx..."

"Shut up, if you still want to go back alive."

Before Grey was halfway through reporting the coordinates, she was rudely interrupted by Caroline.

After ignoring the Inquisitor who was glaring at her, Caroline spoke in a very serious tone: "There are too many demon warlocks who can locate us through special numbers. If the opponent's warlock is particularly knowledgeable and powerful, then our position will be exposed!"

"Also, you shouldn't have allowed the telepath to communicate with you... the psychic fluctuations would reveal his location."

Caroline's tone was full of displeasure.

"We can still be discovered from more than ten kilometers away even if we report our coordinates here? Are you exaggerating, Red Dragon?"

The judge girl spread her hands in disdain:

"I've never heard of a spell being included in the coordinates of a temporary base..."

"Just shut your stinky mouth you ignorant idiot!"

Caroline bared her teeth, walked up to the girl step by step, and growled threateningly: "Such a simple thing, not to mention my mother, even I can do it!"

The judge girl stared at the pair of red vertical pupils and took a half step back for no reason.

She swallowed and wanted to apologize, but when she thought of Caroline's bad attitude towards her, she asked stubbornly, "You can do it, then try it for me!"

"——I can try to tear your mouth off first!"

Caroline could no longer suppress the anger that was rising in her heart. She had never seen such an idiot on the battlefield.

Instead of learning from the strong, the weak take pride in their ignorance.

"Stop, stop, stop! Yuna, quickly apologize to Miss Red Dragon! Miss Red Dragon, please don't do anything!"

Just as the Dragon Girl dropped her sickle and prepared to raise her fist, Gray, who had just escaped from the fantasy time, quickly stood between the two of them.

"This is still a frontline battlefield after all. Miss Red Dragon, could you please calm down first?"

Gray had a bitter look on her face. She clenched her fist that had not yet been thrown, bowed repeatedly to Caroline, and then immediately turned around and punched the judge girl.

This punch caused the Inquisitor girl to cry out in pain, but that was all.

Gray couldn't bear to think if Yuna would still be able to stand if the Red Dragon's punch really landed.

"—Yuna, apologize to me!"

Gray frowned and scolded.

The unusually tough-talking Inquisitor girl's legs suddenly went weak as she realized that she was completely unable to react to the punch that the Red Dragon had just thrown at her.

It seems a bit scary...

She looked at the angry Grey again, then reluctantly whispered an apology to Caroline.

——Caroline ignored this ignorant clown.

Whether she apologizes or not is none of her business.

Caroline simply walked up to the post and tapped the knight on the shoulder to signal a shift change.

The knight, who had been silent like a statue, responded: "No abnormalities at the moment."

"Hard."

"Feel sorry……"

The knight also bowed his head to Caroline.

"I rarely meet a good knight as meticulous as you. Why are you apologizing to me?"

Caroline asked puzzledly.

"We are teammates." The knight nodded to Caroline apologetically. "She just did something wrong. I should apologize on her behalf... and the same goes for the other way around."

Caroline narrowed her eyes and said nothing more.

She simply released her perception to a radius of several hundred meters, exploring every place in detail.

Nothing is out of the ordinary... yet.

Until an hour and a half later.

A familiar presence appeared at the edge of Caroline's perception.

"——It's the telescope officer Mace. He's back."

Everyone in the cave was overjoyed.

"Fuck, how can there be so many idiots!"

In less than a moment, Caroline's expression changed drastically. She gritted her teeth and roared:
"The Molten River Legion is coming up behind him. Enemy attack!"

(End of this chapter)