The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Chapter 199 Queen Mary always had a good appetite

"Crack!" Zhang Chang'an stepped forward, and a heavily armored guard captain, mustering his courage, reached out and grabbed Bingzi Jiaolin's blade, which was about to strike a guard.

This person's hand armor was incredibly thick. Normally, it would be a riding glove made of leather and iron armor, but on him it was completely metal, and there were clearly red lines shining on it.

Like Zhang Chang'an's scorching metal-forged bullets, those runes clearly also possess the effect of melting steel.

However, just as the previous phlogiston torrents could not damage the blade of the Bingzi Jiaolin, its surface was covered with a dark, dull, congealed blood-red sheen. But apart from that, there was clearly a string of crimson transmutation runes spreading from the back of the blade to the edge.

Wherever it passed, the metal changed from dark red to bright red, from bright red to orange, and from orange to blinding white. Heat radiated from the blade, distorting the surrounding air and causing the phlogiston particles floating in the corridor to crackle and pop!

Zhang Chang'an lowered his body, adopting an extremely mysterious stance, then said, "Hmph!"

With a turn of his head, he thrust the tip of his blade forward, and the long sword spun instantly, piercing the guard captain's chest without resistance or the crisp sound of metal clashing.

It was like a hot knife cutting into butter, or a red-hot iron skewer piercing a piece of meat that wasn't quite frozen solid.

The intense heat from the blade melted the iron the moment it touched the breastplate. The molten iron dripped down the blade and onto the ground, creating a small spark.

Before the guard could even look down at his chest, he saw the knife that was melting his breastplate slash out from under his ribs.

"Smash!" The guard's body fell straight down like a felled log, crashing to the ground.

Zhang Chang'an, however, did not stay in the same place.

"Bang bang bang!" His footsteps echoed like gunshots in the corridor, and the long knife in his hand was immediately raised to his shoulder, thrusting out again and again.

With his nameless, rapid movements, he darted and weaved through the crowd. Soon, one guard after another fell to the ground as soon as they brushed past him, their bodies bearing enormous, penetrating wounds.

At the back of the crowd, a guard with a megaphone at his waist struggled for a while before finally regaining his ability to move, looking at the scene that resembled a hellish landscape.

He turned and was about to run outside to use the loudspeaker to send a message and summon the guards from further away.

But as soon as he turned around, he felt a chill on his neck.

"Click!"

The armored hand, cold and hard, instantly gripped the back of his neck with its five knuckles. He was lifted off the ground by that hand, his feet dangling in the air for a moment before being thrown away heavily.

"Bang!" The guard, wearing heavy armor, slammed into the stone wall, his vision going black.

Before he could even open his eyes to check what was happening, something cold was already pressed against his throat.

He was thrown off balance, but the other person was still faster! The blade pressed against his skin, slightly burning.

But the knife never actually pierced him. The scream that was stuck in his throat was abruptly cut off.

Because at that moment: "Boom!" A huge, muffled collapse sound came from afar.

It seemed to be coming from the direction of Versailles. It was separated by several walls and most of it was filtered out by the structure of the corridor, but it was still audible.

That was the sound of a large number of bricks and stones falling at the same time, a large number of wooden structures breaking at the same time, and a large number of glass shattering at the same time, all mixed together.

It was muffled, like a roar squeezed from the deepest part of the chest, as if the mouth had been covered.

At the same time, a bizarre, monstrous scream from a woman rang out. Although it was far away, it still sent chills down one's spine.

Zhang Chang'an removed the knife from the guard's throat, turned around, and quickly darted towards the direction from which the collapse sound came, disappearing into the corridor in the blink of an eye.

Isabella encountered an unusually small number of guards.

The reason is simple: looking at the scene before them, they might not even be able to protect themselves, let alone stop her, the intruder.

A young guard peeked out from around the corner and saw the pale arm covered in scarlet veins reaching out from the end of the corridor. He was jolted back as if electrocuted, and the back of his head hit the wall with a dull thud.

Isabella, meanwhile, was still desperately trying to maneuver around the house.

"Why did they build such a huge, dilapidated palace?!"

That being said, the corridor she was in was indeed not near the outside window, but judging from the relentless pursuit of the being behind her, she felt that running directly out into the flat Versailles gardens would actually make things more likely to go wrong.

In the blink of an eye, she had entered the heart of the Petit Trianon. In a flash, she found herself in a huge prep room.

The restaurant is large, with a long, narrow space, a high vaulted ceiling, and light green wallpaper with gold vine patterns on the walls.

The embers in the large stove hadn't completely died down, and the residual heat warmed the surrounding air. A long table, covered with a white tablecloth and laden with tableware, stretched from one end of the room to the other.

A large quantity of expensive dishes and ingredients were placed in various places throughout the house, and nearly half of them were various semi-finished desserts.

Cream, chocolate, icing, fruit, and dough are arranged on shelves layer by layer, like a dessert fortress under construction.

These were prepared to be provided to Queen Mary at any time; for members of the royal family in those days, such things were considered basic procedure.

But even Queen Mary behind the throne had lost interest in these things, so Isabella's attention was naturally not on them either.

Upon entering, she immediately noticed the enormous wooden Rococo-style table in the center of the room. The table's design was extremely intricate, but what truly caught her attention was the top of the table.

Above the table, there is a square opening in the ceiling, with a zipline and track along the edge of the opening.

That's right, this is the famous serving table at the Petit Trianon.

The servants of the Petit Trianon could use the lift function of this table to go directly to the salon on the second floor, and without disturbing Queen Mary, they could pass down dirty dishes for cleaning.

This is a real artifact that has been preserved to the present day, while most ordinary Parisians at the time struggled to even have enough to eat.

Isabella, of course, was attracted by the lifting function of this thing, but she didn't even have time to start the lifting device.

After her silent boots landed on the table, she immediately grabbed the rails and ziplines beside her and, as if scaling walls, slipped directly into the passageway leading to the second-floor salon.

*Crack!* Just then, the sound of the building collapsing came from behind again. The eerie and extremely ferocious vampire had clearly followed her here.

It was just that its body was too big to fit through the restaurant door, but it smashed the door frame and the walls on both sides.

Gravel and sawdust flew into the room, and cream and chocolate were splattered everywhere.

"Click click click click—"

"ah!!!!"

As Isabella entered the ascending passage, the banshee's enormous head also shot out, crashing through the tracks and slamming into...

At the entrance of the passage.

The wooden track structure shattered into several pieces upon impact, and pulleys and ropes detached from the ceiling, dangling and swaying in mid-air.

Its head was stuck at the entrance of the passage, its mouth full of ringed fangs opened, facing upwards towards Isabella.

As Isabella flipped over in mid-air, she looked down and saw a huge, ferocious mouth covered with a row of sharp, circular teeth peering up from below the passage.

Its fangs rotated in circles, like a meat grinder in operation.

The throat was a dark abyss, and nothing could be seen, but a foul, hot wind mixed with the smell of blood and rust spewed out from it.

The surrounding building structure slowly collapsed, and the huge mouth was clearly squeezing upwards, its fangs scraping against the inner wall of the passage, carving out deep trenches.

Powder of lime and sawdust fell from the cracks into that mouth, where it was crushed by those rotating fangs, mixing with the thick, dark red saliva that dripped from the corners of its mouth, and was swallowed into that thin, narrow body.

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