A beam of light... was bounced back at a faster speed than when it came. Turning back, he saw the young woman wearing the crown staggering back a few steps, and exclaimed in astonishment: "How could this happen-???"
"You puppet—"
But Hitzfeld would not give her another chance. He raised his right hand, and the "household bone snake" that had been released long ago suddenly collapsed into a straight line, bouncing away all the obstacles along the way.
"Vona" realized that there would be fatal danger next, so she didn't bother to say anything. She raised her head and fell backwards.
There was another muffled rumbling sound.
The place where "Vona" fell, a little bit ahead of that, just collapsed... Large pieces of smoke and rocks fell down, forming a temporary soil barrier, just in time to block the incoming bone snakes.
Did I allow you to go?
The "rejection" was successful, and Hitzfeld was greatly encouraged. She walked quickly forward. At the same time, the bone snake had drilled into the cracks in the soil under her control, and with a few twists, it swept most of the obstacles aside.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Several men sat on the ground and watched her pass by. Among them, Fresius was still holding down Baffou. When she passed by, the colonel's throat moved a little, but he didn't say anything in the end.
"I can already see clearly who among you are allies and who are enemies."
Until the girl walked into the smoke, these words came from the smoke.
"This earthen fort has already been surrounded by shadow lions. Someone will take you away soon. I advise you not to resist."
After hurriedly instructing these people - mainly Fritius, Hitzfeld quickened his pace to chase Vona.
The Colonel is pretty good.
Well, it was clear just now that after her identity was exposed, Bafo wanted to shoot her immediately, and the colonel rushed towards him quickly, trying to stop his madness.
So she was willing to say a few more words, because the agents who broke in definitely didn't know what had happened beforehand, they would just recklessly take control of everyone and everything they could find, she just didn't want any misunderstandings or internal friction to occur in the process.
all...
The footsteps seemed to be just a few meters away. She followed Vona all the way to the third floor of the earthen fortress, where she finally saw the full picture of the so-called art exhibition.
If the skeletons in the corridor on the first floor would make people feel terrified, then the things placed in this hall on the third floor would really make people feel physically uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.
Candles were lit here, and the faint candlelight spread out to illuminate the wall, allowing Hitzfeld to see clearly that there was a layer of human skin - probably the weight of several hundred people, which were cut, flattened, and sewn together, causing their facial features and organs to look like Picasso's abstract paintings... even forming a "flounder" effect, and then tightly pasted on the wall like wallpaper.
There are three other people here besides her.
One was Princess Vona, slumped in the middle of the hall.
One was an old woman sitting against the wall mixing paint.
There was another one, an old man who was wielding a large paintbrush, frantically painting on the wall - on human skin.
So these human skins are actually canvases?
Hitzfeld couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she had to speak up and interrupt them.
"Earl Dodge——"
She stretched out her tone, with a slight upward feeling.
“…It’s time to wake up from the dream.”
Suddenly, the old woman sitting there took out a gun and pulled the trigger at her without saying a word.
"Ding!"
Hitzfeld was too lazy to call back the bone snake, and just summoned an ice needle to deflect the bullet. While she was talking, the house snake had quietly swam to Vona's side and tied her up and tightened her little by little from bottom to top.
"I don't understand."
The old man who was painting finally stopped and turned to look over here.
"Why would someone like you support the monarchy?"
"I don't understand."
Hitzfeld said softly.
"You obviously understand."
"We know that the so-called 'Princess Vona' is just an empty shell, a puppet corrupted by a mythical creature."
"Am I right? Maybe those fools will be fooled by you and think that the real Vona has returned, and that she is 'great' enough to give up the privileges of the monarch to promote the republic. This gives those people hope and convinces them to join in willingly."
"But in reality, she probably doesn't have much self-awareness anymore."
"She is just a puppet, a puppet that has retained her last instincts. You and that thing have reached a cooperation to achieve your respective goals."
She had wanted to say that a long time ago.
What justice, what republic.
If she had any hope before - she hoped that Vona still had at least a little bit of human rationality left and could communicate with her normally, or at least persuade her for Alwyn's sake.
Well... that is to say, at least she wouldn't die with that kind of paranoia, would it be nice?
But in the end, ever since Vona actually showed up and really showed up, and Hitzfeld saw the authentic "crown" on her head, she knew that Vona was probably finished.
This thing... I don’t even dare to wear this thing!
The one who had contact with me and sucked my blood before was probably a replica. It was a copy they made using the root knowledge.
This would explain why, even though the crown’s target was me, it didn’t dare to actually face me at that moment.
It wants to confirm my identity.
Confirming that I am the most suitable body, it has chosen it after careful consideration.
As for the so-called body, what kind of body is considered suitable, and where does this standard come from?
Just look at Vona now and you will understand.
If she guessed correctly, Vona must have come into contact with the crown at a very young age.
Not necessarily through Bai Mu, because her identity is different from Richard Barish.
There was a huge difference - one was just a subject, while the other was a member of the king's family. She could run around and play freely in the palace, and it was normal for her to rummage through the treasury.
So it is possible that Vona-Asfen actually physically touched the crown, and it is very likely that it happened a long time ago.
So what would the Crown think?
The loss of Richard Baresch may not have been moving at first.
That's because it does not have very healthy emotions yet, its "personality" is incomplete because it has not yet experienced "sadness", "pain", "loneliness" and "hatred".
But as time went by, it gradually discovered that no one could talk to it anymore.
The person who deserved its gratitude has passed away, and it is hard to say how successful Bai Mu’s spirit cultivation has been by his successors... Anyway, Hitzfeld doesn’t think that those people will seriously repeat this work.
Just like Ferdinand, Ferdinand just quit.
What the hell is this Bai Mu tree that I need to raise?
Impossible, I just went about my own business.
The crown would naturally be neglected...it finally began to understand loneliness.
It didn't understand. It had endured this kind of loneliness for hundreds of years... why did it suddenly become so anxious and uneasy after Barish's death?
It may realize through repeated thinking that it can never go back.
It begins to understand.
Begin to understand.
Begin to desire communication.
Longing to walk the earth like a real living being, like Richard Barish.
and so……
It is conceivable that this world comes into contact with Vona of the crown.
This was not lucky for her.
Unlike Richard, she was facing a new life that was ignorant, curious about everything, and even grateful.
Rather, it is a new monster that has lost patience in the torture of loneliness and will do anything to achieve its goals.
Chapter 99 Brain Wave Confrontation
"Is there a difference?"
Facing her question, the old man opened his arms and said softly: "Of course you can say that my methods are a bit extreme, or even deceptive."
"Yes, Her Highness Vona here no longer has much human consciousness left. She exists more as a container for that thing, and the so-called republic is just a deal we negotiated with it, but why should we pay attention to these? The key is whether we can get results."
After saying this, the man paused deliberately, as if to give Hitzfeld space to refute him.
But Hitzfeld remained indifferent. She said nothing, just watched him quietly, as if enjoying his performance.
"You should have seen my paintings, Count Hitzfeld." The man could only continue, "I have heard a lot about you. I admire your accomplishments and insights in the field of art, and I also admire your ability to resolve evil invasions many times... I think... it is precisely because you are such a person that you should understand Richard Barish's philosophy even more."
"I don't understand." Hitzfeld remained expressionless, "I don't want to understand."
What do you know?
In her opinion, the ideals and concepts of the elderly couple in front of her are just like the acid art that originated from a group of artists who were high on drugs. Although they have value, their source is completely incomprehensible.
Why should she know about such things? Or, if she thought she knew enough, even better than these two people, about what they called "republic" and "revolution", how should she explain it to them?
There was no need for that... She didn't want to understand, and she was even more lazy to explain. If she had anything to say, she could wait until she caught these two people. She was tired of this operatic performance.
So she moved again and began to walk towards the old man.
Click, click, click.
The high heels that matched the dress tapped on the floor. The man's pupils shrank slightly, and he tried to make a final argument for all his actions: "You should have met Ron..."
Click, click, click.
"Lan's thoughts... There are no books like that circulating on the market now. Aren't you curious about where he got his enlightenment from? Where did the monetary theory come from?"
Click, click, click.
"That's all I taught him! I wrote down all my knowledge and concepts I've digested over the years in a book... I put the book in the library and guided him to discover it. You know it all... about the theory of currency! About how the royal power absorbs social wealth through the issuance of currency!"
"Have you ever thought about why they can enjoy all this with peace of mind? They obviously haven't paid anything! It's obviously people like you and me who are paying! So why let this status quo continue! Why not try to overthrow it!"
Obviously, since "Princess Vona" was caught up, the expected means would not work on Hitzfeld.
Although he didn't know how she managed to resist the invasion of that thing, Ebony Dodge still wanted to make a final effort. He hoped to persuade this new noble who was famous in the royal capital to join his camp.
All I can say is...it's naive and ridiculous.
Hitzfeld ignored his words. The distance between them was already very close, so she simply raised her hand and summoned the Dead Bone Ice Needle, driving this ferocious weapon towards the other party.
"Don't tell her!"
The old woman next to her immediately fired another shot at the girl, "Kill her! Quick!"
The trajectory of the ice needle suddenly changed, and it flew back and split the bullet. The next moment, Hitzfeld also took out the white whale from under her skirt, and without saying a word, he fired a shot at the old woman.
"boom!!!"
This time there is a lot more noise.
The old woman was indeed prepared. After seeing her touching the gun, she stood up and jumped. This action actually saved her and prevented her from being hit directly by the bullet.
But the problem is that the bullets fired by the White Whale are not those used in ordinary firearms.
It was not even the ice explosive bomb that Hitzfeldt supplied to the Security Bureau, but something that could be called an "ice grenade" specially prepared for large-caliber pistols like the White Whale.
So…even though she dodged it, the bullet still exploded in front of her. A large area of ice crystal spikes instantly exploded in an angle of about 45 degrees to the opposite side with the point of contact as the center, and a second explosion occurred on this basis.
"Crash!!"
There was an extremely crisp sound of ice crystals colliding, and the ice spikes flew out like shotgun shells at close range, mercilessly piercing the old woman's hands, feet, knees, chest and abdomen. She took several steps back with great inertia and was nailed to the wall by the ice spikes.
"Rose!" The man angrily called out the woman's name, and finally gave up his last hope. He grabbed the paint box from the ground, along with the paintbrush in his hand, and threw all the tools at the girl.
"boom!!!"
Hitzfeld fired another shot, blasting the paint box in mid-air. Without changing his expression, he controlled the ice needles to fly out and pierce the man's knees.
