Ark, they don't revolve around you

And then, that is——

"I am Indra. I don't have any special abilities. I only rely on my fists to fight."

It's an inappropriate time to think of my first meeting with the Doctor.

The hooded and masked man sitting behind the desk smiled, and then he grinned as well:

"You help me, I help you, that's only natural. If you respect me, I won't neglect you."

"If there are enemies, shout loudly, I will protect you!"

Really…

Indra was in a trance.

——Also, we need to wake up this doctor.

She is not a smart person, she doesn't understand politics or human nature, and she only has a pair of fists.

Then swing it, swing at this man with all your might!

At this moment, Zhuang Ning's eyes were still indifferent, yet filled with murderous intent.

"I understand." He released the pressure and allowed Indra to deliver the punch to his cheek.

The weak fist could not shake the demon king at all.

Instead, the demon stretched out his right arm towards her chest, crushed her sternum, and dug out her heart!

The arm passed through the woman's chest and held the still beating heart!

Zhuang Ning exerted a little force and crushed it, letting the organ, which had lost its power, fall to the ground and turn into a pile of mud.

With a snap, Indra's hand dropped.

There was severe blood loss, broken bones, and the heart was dug out.

But she still didn't let herself fall. She clenched her fist again, trembling, raised it, and gently hit Zhuang Ning in the face.

"I..." Her consciousness flickered, "I...I will beat you to death!"

"Ah."

"Kill you."

"I know."

"Really, I really want to...beat you to death..."

She punched wildly, but the amplitude became smaller and smaller, and her breathing gradually stopped.

Zhuang Ning stretched out his bloody right arm from her chest and wiped away the stain.

He looked at the remains of the dead girl. Until the very end, she did not choose to fall down. Her eyes were fixed on Zhuang Ning, wide open and full of anger. She did not let herself succumb to the torrent of gravity.

Zhuang Ning closed her eyelids, gathered the blood in his hand into a blade, and with a swing, he cut off Indra's head.

"How stupid..."

He shook his head: "I didn't mean to kill you. Up to this point, you're still silly and cute, Hannah."

……

……

The lobby of the Holy King Society.

Morgan's face turned pale: "I can't contact Hannah, Vina!"

"I know. Stay calm. We haven't confirmed that she was murdered. There are many people in the slums and it may not be Indra." Vina breathed repeatedly.

Until a guard came quickly with a beautifully crafted box in his hand.

The guard said nothing, his eyes were blurred and he looked dazed. This was the spell cast by the Sarkaz banshee. It only took Vina a moment to guess that he was bewitched.

But compared to this, the box is more concerning.

The smell of blood gushed out from it, which was particularly strong and pungent. A terrifying thought flashed through Vina's mind.

Could this be...

The guard opened the gift box very considerately and carefully, fearing that the contents would be damaged.

Vina just felt a pain in her chest.

Inside the box, there was a human head, and the wound on its face was hideous and terrifying!

"you……"

"The devil asked me to speak to you," the guard whispered in a dreamy voice, "Indra died because of you."

"This is your fault, my dear lord."

Chapter 3: The Race

"It's all your fault, my dear lord."

Vina's eyes seemed frozen, completely dazed.

After seeing the death of Horn, she only cried because of Zhuang Ning's change, but she was never afraid.

After all, it was a battlefield.

But what did this mean? This was a tragedy she had never encountered.

That man actually killed Indra? !

Vina bit her lip and looked at the guard who was controlled by the spell. The guard in red still had a peaceful smile on his face. In the eyes of the queen, he seemed to be looking down on her.

"Doctor... Master!" She suppressed her trembling. "What does this mean?"

The guard didn't speak. He was just a mouthpiece, a puppet, a fool whose mind was temporarily bewitched.

But Vina couldn't suppress her violence and drew her sword. The gem on the sword was shining. It was not the national sword of the kings' breath, but an item used in rituals, but it was just as sharp.

The guard's eyes suddenly became clear, without the turbidity of being possessed.

The spell on him collapsed in an instant. Seeing that his king was about to kill him, his face turned pale and he knelt down, unaware of what was happening.

Vina's reason had been worn away, her eyes were red, she was burning with rage, the tip of her sword dragged on the ground, sparking sparks, just like when she was holding the war hammer in Rhodes Island.

"Calm down, Vina!" Morgan shouted angrily, and hurried forward to hold Vina's hand. "Your Majesty, calm down!"

"Indra is dead." Veena turned her head and said coldly.

"I know, but you can't do it, Your Majesty!" Morgan begged, "He knows nothing."

He doesn't know anything...

Vina woke up as if from a dream, the strength in her hands weakened, the hilt of the sword slipped from her fingertips and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

She looked at the guard's face, which was not tearful or dull, like a Minoan statue. After a few seconds, she waved her hand weakly: "Yes, it has nothing to do with you."

"Go to the Academy of Sciences to get a test to eliminate the contamination of the curse."

The guard who delivered the message bowed his head in thanks, but not daring to lose his composure, he stood up, shuddered, and left the hall without looking back.

Vina was left lying on the marble floor, looking up to see the magnificent dome.

"Morgan, why did Indra die?"

"Because she's stupid, right? Idiots don't think about anything and will just run around when they see the doctor." Morgan's tone was gentle, like a teacher comforting a child.

Even though her eyelids were warm, she still spoke ill of Indra as before: "She never used her brain, so you let her be your knight."

"Doctor, do you know her character?"

"Yes."

"The Doctor...doesn't like fools."

"……yes."

"He is really our enemy and is determined to kill us." Vina bit her lip, lowered her head, and felt lost and empty.

"Morgan, he said I still look like an emperor, but...but, but maybe I'm not suitable?"

He held Vina's shoulders with both hands, and his deep roar hit Vina's ears like a bell: "No!"

"You are right, Your Majesty. You will always be the natural king and our leader!"

"You won't be lost, Vina. Leave everything to us, to... Glasgow." Morgan lowered his head. "Soon, the nightmare will be over."

……

……

It was a dense forest, so thick that it reached up to the sky.

The sign of whether a place is often visited by natural disasters is whether the trees are tall and strong. The dense forests in this place show that they are lush and fertile.

The stream flows gently, and there is an opened route in the forest. From afar, you can vaguely see a luxurious manor on a small mobile vehicle.

That was the home of the nobles, and the forest was also within the territory of the manor. Victorian nobles especially liked to build manors in the countryside, and they often invited their guests to hunt together.

The forest was dense and thick. Zhuang Ning was quiet for a while, then raised his crossbow and aimed at a reindeer licking water by the stream.

It was a half-grown fawn with beautifully forked antlers.

It is unaware of danger, is at ease and lives in harmony with nature.

It's just like the kingdoms of Terra... Zhuang Ning thought, his fingertips slightly bent, ready to pull the trigger of the crossbow -

In one day, he killed two of his own operators, but his heart was still as calm as water, and he even had a leisurely mood to hunt.

"Wait, that man over there, you can't hunt here!"

The slightly unfamiliar Victorian language suddenly came, breaking Zhuang Ning's thoughts.

He was slightly surprised and moved closer to the source of the sound. The one who made the sound was actually a Yan Country Film Girl, about 20 years old. She blew a whistle and warned sternly: "This is private territory!"

Zhuang Ning did not put down the crossbow and stared at her.

The girl pulled her black hat and black scarf, looking at Zhuang Ning face to face without fear.

"Are you the ranger here?"