There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

He lowered his head and sneered twice, then chanted musical spells, grabbing the Witch King's spells that were floating around and had not yet dissipated, and poured them into his body.

The wound on the right hand began to heal, and the bloody granulation tissue began to twist and aggregate, but what grew back was not a hand, but a claw similar to that of a ferocious beast.

"Bai...you...it really was all planned!"

Hei Jian, who was barely standing with the support of Loris, gritted his teeth when he saw this scene.

He is so familiar with this scene that he will never forget it!

With the infusion of the Witch King's magic, the remnant's body suddenly began to swell up, countless meaningless bone spurs sprouted from his back, and his entire height increased by about two meters.

In just a few breaths, he turned into a monster covered with a pale skull.

"I..."

After seeing this scene, Pim, who had just collapsed on the ground, immediately climbed up using his hands and feet, grabbed Misha and crawled out.

Maria and Loris were also busy seeing this. They supported Talina and Black Key and kept up with Pym's pace.

"You little brat, you run so fast!"

Loris ran while cursing, ignoring Black Key's resistance. In the end, he carried the struggling Black Key on his shoulders and disappeared in a flash.

"otherwise..."

Looking at Loris's back, Maria turned her head to look at Talina, her hands moving as if she wanted to imitate the other's actions.

"Don't... I can run by myself..."

Talina simply and decisively rejected Maria's "kindness" and increased her speed.

Are you kidding? This is a school!

If Maria really had to carry her around for that long, she would have been practically dead.

Besides, she was wearing a skirt today, and when she was carried up, it would probably flutter in the wind.

She doesn't have that kind of unique quirk.

"Okay~"

Maria pursed her lips and took her hand back in disappointment.

Ok?

Looking at Maria's expression as if she hadn't eaten anything delicious, a big question mark popped up in Talina's head.

Something's wrong with you!

From behind, the sound of gunfire continued to be heard, mixed with inhuman roars and screams, interweaving together to form a terrifying melody.

Talina stopped hesitantly, looking behind her with flickering eyes.

Federico came to rescue them. Wouldn't it be bad if they just ran away?

But this thought only lasted for a moment, and Talina decisively turned around and joined the fleeing team.

Although she had not known Federico for a long time, Talina still recognized his abilities. The monster only looked difficult to deal with. If she had not cleared out the clutter in advance and thus consumed too much energy, it would only take her about ten minutes to deal with him.

.........

Ludwig University, Storm Hall.

Fremont, who was supposed to be "hunting down" Black Key, was standing here, looking at the invisible battle on the rooftop.

There was a faint light outside his eyes, and through the image reconstructed by magic, he could clearly see the battle between Federico and the remnants of the Witch King.

"If those guys' talents could be used for the right purpose, they would definitely be much stronger than they are now."

"Lessing!"

Waving his hand to call the "apprentice" standing beside him, Frémont pointed to the teaching building in front of him and said, "Bring that sheep back to me."

"Yes..."

Caprini, named Lessing, stepped forward, picked up the bandaged giant sword beside him, and ran towards the entrance of the teaching building.

His movements were so swift that even Flemont was unable to react.

"This kid..."

Looking at Lessing who had disappeared from his side, Fremont shook his head and stopped paying attention to him. Instead, he focused on watching the battle above.

But just as he was watching intently, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

Frémont, who was already familiar with this voice, pushed his glasses up and said without turning his head, "If you appear here, those guys might think you are here to pick up the opportunity to recruit the future of Leitania, my majesty."

"It doesn't matter. What they think has nothing to do with me."

Slowly walking forward, Hildegarde, dressed in black, stood side by side with Flemont, "watching" the battle above.

"Have you got what I asked for?"

Looking sideways at his "daughter", Frémont asked.

"It's in hand."

Holding the notebook in front of her, Hildegard raised her eyebrows. "I hope you're ready. I don't want to see any more problems with the plan."

PS: Lessing, Zhisong, known as Wu Ye, is given six stars and is a fearless person.

Volume 8: Chapter 41: Resurgence

"Don't worry. If I can still make mistakes after living this long, I might as well just jump off a building."

Flipping through the spell notebook handed to him by Hildegard, Frémont nodded thoughtfully.

The handwriting was indeed in Herhunzollern's handwriting, which he had witnessed his student and close friend writing with his own eyes.

I thought it had been burned in the initial shuffle, but who would have thought it had been preserved intact.

"This is... Heh, these guys."

He stopped flipping through the pages and frowned as he looked at the new ink at the back.

"You Leitanians have such bad taste! It's so hard to find anything useful among all these fancy spells."

"Gertrude Strollo was just a pushed target. Her magical talent was extremely limited."

Walking forward, Hildegard carefully observed the structure of Flemont's spell.

As the master of the Lich King's Court, Fremont is a great man who spread knowledge throughout Terra. He uses spells better than anyone else.

Perhaps the only one who could surpass him was his disciple, Herhunzollon, whom he personally taught.

The most accomplished are the teachers. She is not bound by her own status. As long as it can make her progress, that's all.

"I take back what I said. If anything goes wrong, it's definitely not my problem."

Frémont closed the notebook with one hand, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to draw in front of him.

Every movement he made would bring out a thin line of magic from his fingertips. The azure magic line continued to move and weave along with Fremont's movements. Soon, a complicated magic circle appeared in front of the two of them.

He waved his hand to throw the magic circle to the ground, and then Frémont wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Have you killed off all the nobles involved in this matter? Just like the last group of nobles who secretly dealt with Victoria."

After looking sideways at Hildegard, who was stealing his skills, Frémont constructed the magic circle again. This time, he deliberately slowed down so that Hildegard could see it more clearly.

"Everyone we can find is dead."

Nodding slightly, Hildegard's fingertips began to unconsciously glow with the light of magic.

Listening to Hildegard's words, Frémont sneered: "That tone sounds familiar."

"No wonder people are so afraid of you, my dear Lord. Do you know what they secretly call you? The next Witch King, don't tell me, you all love the color black."

"I have never denied the significance of Herkunzoron's wisdom, skill, and strength to Leithnia."

Ignoring Flemont's teasing, Hildegard, having obtained "permission", simply constructed a spell with Flemont.

"On the contrary, this is exactly what we need right now."

"Once we have obtained Herhunzollon's legacy, we will be able to strengthen Leithania's foundation and gain a firm foothold in this chaotic era."

"If we gradually reform through the constraints of the Golden Rule, and everything goes well, in twenty years, Letania will be the second Gaul."

"The electors will not like your words. They fear the title of Witch King."

"What they fear is not the title of Witch King. What they worry about is that Liselotte and I will follow the same path as Herhunzoren and take away their power and interests."

After constructing a complete magic circle, Hildegard imitated Frémont's movements and drove them into the ground.

Unlike Liselotte's gentleness, she had always wanted to emulate the Witch King's methods to implement dictatorship. After obtaining the Witch King's legacy, she strengthened the country's foundation and gradually reformed the government by restricting each region through the Golden Rule. Only by achieving real change can Letania regain its foothold in today's Terra.

Ursus is now on its last legs, and they desperately need a war to gain fresh blood and vitality. Leithania, which is also on its last legs, is the best target.

The Sarkaz and the lions have been fighting in Victoria for several months, with the red dragon also disrupting the situation. Although it is unknown who the final winner will be, the new king will inevitably re-examine Letania when he ascends the throne.

As for Casimir, the Casimir Supervisory Commission is now the only dominant force, and its army is growing wildly after receiving sufficient nutrients. I believe that within twenty years, their strength will be able to compete with other countries.

How will they then maintain their current friendly relations with Leithnia?

Will they let their fat neighbor go?

The answer is obviously no.

Once Leutaniya shows signs of fatigue, the reborn Cassidy will use them as the first stepping stone.

Having been in power for more than 20 years, she will not be so optimistic. The only bond that can connect countries is interests.

Emotions between countries?

Not even as strong as a strand of hair.

"Haha, you remind me of that guy Leopold. When you were born, he secretly asked me how long the lifespan of a child born from this secret technique would be."

"What's your answer?"

"I said, 'Your Excellency, I can't say for sure, but they will definitely live longer than you.'"

As if he remembered something funny, Frémont laughed heartily.

The thoughts of a fool always make people laugh. Even though Leopold was a hero in the War of the Four Emperors and the founder of Terra's modern military theory, in Fremont's eyes, Leopold was still a weakling who feared death.

Looking at Flemont who was laughing, Hildegard shook her head helplessly.

"He must not be very satisfied with this answer."

"Am I wrong? He was so intent on seeing Herhunzollern's downfall that he forgot to take his own age into account."

Speaking with disdain, after constructing the last magic circle, Frémont turned his attention to the upstairs, where the battle between the angels and the "demons" had come to an end.

Although the Witch King's magic is powerful, it was invented by the Witch King after all. Ordinary people must pay a huge price to use it.

Just like now.

The devil-like body had been riddled with holes from the angel's weapons, blood and flesh splattered all over the ground, and the wounds had stopped healing.

His life was exhausted and there was no possibility of survival.

In the end, Federico shot him in the forehead, ending his life.

The headless corpse fell from a great height, smashed into the ground, and shattered into a pool of flesh, no longer recognizable as it had been before death.

Federico leaned over to take a look, and was relieved to find that his enemy was dead.

Federico's eyes kept searching between the floors, trying his best to find the location of Loris and others.

If he wants to catch Arturo, Loris's help is indispensable. The military police under his command can greatly reduce the time he spends searching for Arturo's traces.

Soon, Federico found Loris and Black Key in a corridor, but unfortunately, they seemed to be stopped by someone.

.........

"There is no use in resisting, Count Utica."

After untying the bandage on the sword to reveal the sharp blade, Lessing looked at Hei Jian and Loris standing opposite him with an expressionless face.

The injured Black Key was no match for him, so if he could persuade him with words, he would be happy to do so.

It’s best not to take action.

"Are you also in the same group with them?"

Standing there alertly, Hei Jian took out his staff and endured the pain in his body to forcibly mobilize the Originium in his body.

The lesions of the Originium disease began to heat up, and the pain like needles was constantly destroying his will, but even so, he raised his staff.