Grim's tone was a little flustered. Sometimes he looked at the girl and sometimes he looked up at the battle in front of him. He had no idea what to do.
help?
Don't be ridiculous, this level of war is not something that ordinary people can intervene in. Not to mention him and the small pistol he was holding, even if he mobilized an army, or even the entire Flintstone Knights, he doubted that they would be able to fight against this thing.
"It's at least ten times bigger than Ernak's monster..." he muttered, staring down at the girl again.
"I wonder what's become of Mr. Villefort, Miss Hitzfeld...? Are you listening?"
"I'm here." After catching his breath a little, Hitzfeld struggled to sit up.
"Look, Alex... this is basically the second worst possible scenario..."
"Only the second—"
“Shut up and listen to me!” He interrupted him rudely. Hitzfeld could hear his own voice breaking. “The worst thing is that even the mechanical sun can’t fly… Now it seems that at least they are prepared… They didn’t let this thing fully grow. It’s only this size…”
Grim was completely speechless. He remembered the confession the other party had recorded at the Security Bureau before going to the town of Elnak.
She did mention that shattered nightmare, but by the goddess, if this tree can really grow as big as she described in her confession, then the entire Wayne - no, it should be said that the entire area including Wayne Port, Elnak Town, and maybe even Blackwood City - will become a complete wasteland!
"Do you know first aid?" the girl reminded him.
"Yes... a little..."
"I am a little exhausted now. Go and see Villefort... help him, don't let him die..."
"I..." Grimm was stunned for a moment, "I have already done so, Miss Hitzfeld... Mr. is out of danger... Oh! He has woken up!"
Hitzfeld had complained more than once about this guy being useless, but now she felt that at least he had learned first aid well.
She immediately struggled to get up.
boom!
The ground shook violently, almost knocking her down again.
Looking up, he glanced with fear at the branches dancing in the blazing sunlight, then Hitzfeld quickly lowered his head and walked to Villefort, briefly checking his injuries.
Still lucky.
The ribs were fractured... This should be caused by the impact. The gunshot wound on the back was not deep. The bullet was stuck in the flesh and did not penetrate the body, so naturally there was no terrible secondary wound.
It was probably because Berentan fired from a distance that was a bit far, and the bullet no longer had much kinetic energy.
With a sigh of relief, Hitzfeld was about to stand up.
Darent, Ethan, the trio of the cult… She was still worried about the safety of the others.
At this moment, Villefort suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her.
"!?"
Hitzfeld looked down and saw the fat man with a ferocious look on his face: "...Ignore them!"
"I……"
"Don't waste your time—did you get what I gave you?"
"Yes, but-"
"Then you should know that it is one of the few hopes... Go to the Palace of the Supreme Court!... Go and help His Majesty!"
The air is almost frozen.
"……it is good."
After looking into those eyes for a few seconds, Hitzfeld nodded slowly.
"Alex, please excuse me, the others."
"Leave it to me!" The black agent nodded vigorously.
"Don't worry too much, Miss Hitzfeld... With such a big commotion, everyone must have been alarmed... The army must be heading here, we won't be short of help...!"
"hope so……"
Without saying anything more, Hitzfeld walked away quickly.
While staring at the mythical battle in mid-air, she carefully avoided the ruins, expending several times more energy to bypass the entire sunken sand. Finally, after a few minutes, she left the battlefield behind and stepped into the archway of the hall in front.
But she quickly backed out.
Because she saw someone standing inside.
Someone she had been thinking about and thinking about how to save ten minutes ago.
Chapter 130 Queen
"The Death Tree!?"
At the same time, on the ninth floor of the library, the annual rings in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows also saw a huge dark shadow standing in the night sky.
Her face was filled with shock, and her body revealed its true nature due to fear—the soft, black hair was coagulating and growing thicker, looking like swaying willow branches.
“It’s pretty much the worst possible scenario.”
At the top of the tower of the Central Parish Cathedral, Daken Senar and Fabra Red stood together, watching the giant tree struggling under the mechanical sun and speaking.
"Wow~ This is not something that most people would see in their nightmares~"
On the way back, Lefebvre-Laurence's butler and driver saw this scene in the rearview mirror, raised his eyebrows and joked softly.
"Hurry up and open Kyle!" Baron Larence was in no mood to listen to his jokes. "I'm not sure whether Naris is related to this thing, and I don't want to gamble. Hurry up! I have to go back and organize my army!"
Sara's laws did not support any noble maintaining an army, and strictly regulated the number of men they could employ as guards - no more than 300 at a time.
But there are always exceptions. For example, for nobles like Larence, when their smelters, forges, and arsenals were opened all over Sara, the number of workers coming to work every day was astronomical.
"The death in the dream finally came..."
Standing on the top of the Dream City and overlooking the Dream Ruins, Pusians could also see the Tree of Death.
Compared to the reality where you need the lighting of a mechanical sun to see it clearly, it is too conspicuous here. You don't even need to look at it deliberately. You can feel the dead ripples with your consciousness.
"I didn't have time to inform His Majesty of my discovery. Will she become the only variable..."
"Or……"
With a loud "clang", a military vehicle knocked down a street lamp pole because the driver was distracted. But the others didn't pay attention to this matter which seemed to be a big deal in normal times... They all stared with their eyes wide open, holding their hats, holding their guns tightly, looking at the distant horizon in amazement, looking at the towering trees that were twisting constantly under the shining sun.
"Are we dreaming..."
"Someone wake me up and tell me that this is an illusion..."
There was another loud bang.
It wasn't just that any vehicle hit something, they all felt it - the ground suddenly shook, with such a violent amplitude that even the vehicle they were riding in was not immune and shook along with it.
Everyone's face turned paler and paler... Everyone understood this principle: an illusion certainly couldn't convey such a sound.
"Go... go call for help!" The captain took out his whistle and trembled. "There will definitely be a riot on the street. We don't have enough people. Go call for help... Go quickly——"
"Hahahaha!"
On the top floor of an archway, a dark shadow trembled and let out a series of clear and loud laughs.
"It seems that Her Highness Harwin was not exaggerating to be able to make this thing land in the White Shadow Palace. She really knows her distant relatives very well..."
"I have said long ago that there is nothing to lose in cooperating with them. The path that Sheena Blowhaven Victoria insists on coincides with our philosophy."
The other figure was calmer.
"You have indeed made great contributions, Griman." The shadow in front stopped laughing, turned around, revealing a dark blue dress and a charming face.
"You've lived in Icarolin much longer than I have. Do you think they still have a chance to stop her?"
“No more.” The figure behind said affirmatively, “Their only chance to stop the outbreak of the Death Tree is to kill all the royal children, but Charuni is obviously not that cruel.”
“Oh, you can’t blame him too much.” The woman smiled foolishly, “He can’t be sure who it is, and he doesn’t understand the triggering mechanism of the Death Tree at all. He can only defend himself rigidly... hehehe... it’s so rare to see him as helpless as an ordinary mortal!”
"It seems that you still can't forget him." Griman said softly, "If he can survive, you can ask him again..."
"He won't agree to me." The woman interrupted him, her tone becoming unusually cold.
"He is that kind of person... I know him too well, and it is precisely because he is that kind of person that I feel he is different from others..."
"But there's no point in saying all this." She changed the subject, "Xie Yang's power can't withstand his consumption like this. He can't suppress the Death Tree. Wayne's destruction is a foregone conclusion."
Griman said nothing, just assumed she was talking to herself.
"They really can't do anything, can they?"
After quietly watching the battle for a while, the woman asked him another question with concern.
"You are so timid... Schneider, I thought you had a long life and would be more calm than ordinary people."
“It is because I have lived long enough to know that this is caution, not cowardice.” The woman snorted.
"…The plans of Kuroki City and Nan Xinze have been ruined. Do you think I am just being nervous?"
"You're talking about the detective."
Griman sneered.
"Don't worry," he said.
"She relied on external forces in Kuroki City, including the incident with the God of Desire and the Crystal Sea later on... Her ability as a Devourer has no effect on tampering with reality. She is essentially just a mortal."
“Are you confident?”
"Of course, because the person she is facing this time is not an unknown person."
"you mean……"
"The book, and the sword."
The woman nodded her chin and finally acknowledged him.
"It's hard to say what chance there is when the suspected Sun King's eyes meet the Sun King's bloodline and artifacts."
"Let's go then."
"I don't want to be buried with him."
……
As he retreated, Hitzfeld seemed to become alert and suddenly turned around to see the woods on both sides of the road - some of the trees suddenly pulled out their roots, revealing their tree-man form.
There were a lot of them... at least over a hundred of them. These things completely blocked her retreat, and it was obvious at a glance that they were not friendly.
"You actually managed to convince the Tree People?"
Looking toward the archway, toward the dark shadows within, Hitzfeld couldn't quite describe the tone of her voice.
anger?
I'm afraid it's a little more incredible.
What happened in just half an hour completely overturned some of her perceptions. She discovered that even though she had repeatedly paid attention to this hidden opponent and repeatedly raised her abilities and wisdom, she might still have underestimated her.
She looked at the two figures slowly walking out of the shadows, first staring at the one on the left, then turning her gaze to the other graceful woman.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be Gaunt's mother."
"Otherwise he wouldn't be like that. Given his personality, only a relative with enough authority could influence him like that."
"You can only be his mother."
"I am Katina, the third wife of King Charuni."
The woman was wearing a masculine tuxedo, holding a code book in her left hand and a bright silver sword in her right hand.
Faced with the girl's accusations, she admitted it very straightforwardly.
Indeed, there is no need to hide anymore.
"I want to know why."
Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You should know Dr. Conte-Sixus." Katina nodded, "I think she told you that the upper echelons of Sara have two different perceptions of the Devourer."
"That's what it is," she said plainly. "I'm different."
"I don't completely agree with the eclipse church's philosophy, but I think they do have a grasp of the truth to some extent."
