Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

A knight is a warrior who stands tall on the earth.

And she, Beatrice Swire, bearing the name Beatrice, was destined to walk a different path.

Of course, this requires more effort and comes at a higher cost.

Now, the time is coming to pay off all these efforts and sacrifices.

"Come on, Yelena, I have a plan. We need to figure out how to deal with that damn guy in a bit."

The girl spoke fiercely, like a lion cub with fangs.

"Ah."

Yelena simply nodded.

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"You haven't run very far, hehehe, ah, you actually waited for me here."

The Ursus mercenary, who also worked as a serial killer, was wandering through a fog-filled alleyway, completely covered from head to toe.

He had already smelled the scent of his prey.

Interesting, so interesting! He was almost impatient to enjoy the desperation of his prey.

He could easily find the two little guys by changing the terrain at any time, since this was his territory and he could do whatever he wanted, but that would be too boring.

Enjoyment is about taking it slow; it's about enjoying the process, not the result.

Hahahaha! Hahahaha!

P.S.: While writing, I suddenly felt that Beatrice in my story was really pitiful. First, she encountered a strange person, and then she was kidnapped in the archive story. So pitiful, hehehehehe.

Section 79, Chapter 77: [This is art!!!]

Following the scent emanating from his prey, he finally spotted a small outline in the mist.

It was that silver-haired girl.

Are you tired of running and don't plan to run anymore? That won't do, that won't do! How can you experience boundless despair if you don't struggle fiercely?

Since they weren't going to run away, he was going to show them something that would scare them.

However, the girl only caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the mist before running away without looking back.

Are you trying to lure me there?

As the man thought this, a dark, wicked glint appeared in his cloudy eyes.

Two kids, how could they come up with tactics against me?

Or rather, a trap.

After thinking about it, the man really couldn't define whether the child's behavior was a tactic or suicide.

But none of that matters; he will offer the best tribute to Lord Jaga with a feast of despair!

Despair is something fresh, so it must be treated with care.

hehehe~

As expected, after passing through the mist, the silver-haired girl was nowhere to be seen.

Are they hiding?

Interesting. Are kids these days so well-behaved that they didn't even make a sound when setting up an ambush?

"It's so quiet in the alley, so are you all ready?"

It's like mockery, yet it's also a reflection of absolute self-confidence.

What is he?

A fanatical believer and serial killer, he has killed countless people, from weak children to powerful Originium Arts users, none of whom could last more than a few moves against him.

With such strength, how could they possibly fear a trap set by two brats?

That's what power is all about.

Wonderful, the process of accumulating pain is incredibly wonderful.

Just as he was immersed in the wonderful experience...

Suddenly, the sound of wind breaking exploded in my ears!

A simple straight-line attack is a joke; it poses absolutely no real threat to a mercenary of his caliber.

A boring attack method.

The man simply raised his hand and caught the small creature that was attacking him in mid-air...

wrong.

The attack was indeed initiated by the second little girl, but the feel of the hand was not that of a human arm.

Because what he was holding in mid-air, what he thought was the girl's hand holding a knife, turned out to be just a paper cutter.

Varied!!!

The next moment, in the opposite direction of the flying paper cutter, Swire's angry curses rang out in mid-air.

"Go to hell! You despicable bastard!!"

She flicked the metal cap off the lighter with a backhand motion, and the metal wheel ignited instantly with a spark as it rubbed against the metal. A dazzling flame erupted from the girl's hand, like a fiery serpent writhing in mid-air!

The face beneath the bandages and mask was distorted drastically.

That was a ferocious smile.

What a dazzling sight! It's just like a knight in legends who drives away monsters with fire in the dark of night.

He was the demon who could only hunch over in the darkness, and the girl embraced by the shining firelight was the knight.

The fire serpent, accompanying the girl's arm movements, lashed out like a golden whip, forcefully striking the man's body.

"Heh heh, commendable courage! Struggle, struggle as much as you can!!"

The man's twisted laughter echoed through the alley, while a whip made of flames lashed out at his body.

However, before the flames could even get close to the man, they "disintegrated" in mid-air.

Yes, it was as if it had been cut into countless pieces by something, and after disintegrating, each piece quickly extinguished in mid-air.

"This isn't nearly enough!"

The man didn't take it seriously at all, and his fist came flying at him.

He won't show mercy to her.

Swire dodged the punch as much as he could, then roared.

"I'm not the only one fighting you!"

The tearing sound of the wind was followed by extreme cold.

He already knew the silver-haired girl was infected, but he didn't expect that infected people could cooperate with ordinary people.

Perhaps it was due to the ugly instinct for survival when faced with a formidable enemy.

But what kind of joke is this?

Before the fire serpent in Swire's hand had dissipated, an extremely cold current swept in.

On one side is the scorching heat of high temperatures, and on the other side is the freezing cold of extreme cold.

This childish attack, which would have caused no harm to a man anyway, is actually contradictory.

"Not enough, not nearly enough at all, this struggle..."

But it's completely unacceptable, hahaha!!!

When two extreme temperatures merge, all that's produced is a large amount of water vapor.

In the end, they were just two little devils.

What can possibly happen?

The man was completely unfazed by the attack; it had gone on long enough, and it was time to end this farce.

The process may be enjoyable, but excessive indulgence can be an unhealthy form of debauchery.

White steam mixed with mist completely obscured his vision, just as he was about to end this cat-and-mouse game.

Suddenly, I stepped on a hard object.

Ok?

what is this?

He didn't recall any pebbles blocking his way in his illusion.

Pick up the hard object at your feet.

Obscured by the thick fog and white steam, the man couldn't see what was at his feet until he picked it up.

Only then did I realize that it was a rather small-looking mobile phone.

The screen was shattered; it was unclear whether it was broken by stepping on it or by dropping it. There was also a tiger plush toy pendant on it.

Did it just land here?

Although the collected screen was broken, it still emitted a little light.

The number above was a dialed number.

"Hehehe, interesting. Trying to make a phone call for help here? What an energetic thing to do."

"It's a pity that this is not the real world at all."

Looking at the number that was calling on my phone, I realized that the number was quite strange.

Is it because of excessive tension that your fingers are trembling so much that you can press the wrong keys?

As for the number above.

It is a phone number, 【7355608】, whose destination is unknown.

Because the next moment...

—Flames burst forth!

"boom!!!!!!!"

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P.S.: I'm so angry! I scanned the health code without a data plan, and the next day my phone bill was over 50 yuan. It took less than three seconds to open. I think China Mobile is more suited to robbing a bank. It's ridiculously expensive. I was already poor, and now this is adding insult to injury. *sobs*

Speaking of which, I've been feeling incredibly inspired these past few days. It seems like writers are always like this—they have so many ideas, it's like starting a new story all the time. Damn it, I have to control this, or I'll end up being the kind of person who starts countless projects and never finishes them.

Chapter 80 (Extra)

Another bad thing has happened.

Every month brings bloodshed and misfortune.

Her long, silver hair shone with a reassuring glow in the dark stall, as if illuminating the entire restroom.

A look of hesitation flickered in his crimson eyes.

However, such a situation would make anyone uneasy.

My God, what should I do?

The girl wandered restlessly, like a bound spirit trapped in a bathroom.

She would sit in the cubicle for a while, then stand up and walk back and forth outside the cubicle, and the floor felt like it was on fire, tormenting her.

It's late at night now, school has long since let out, and those girls and boys are probably all back in their dorms by now.

Only she remained, wandering the school late at night, unafraid of encountering ghosts.