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Chapter 119: Can’t escape solve the problem?

 The sudden outbreak of battle interrupted the conversation between Dickens and Feir. The two looked back and saw the fierce battlefield filled with light and rain. Giant bats made of blood slammed into the silver-white constructs one after another.

The countess' figure was shattered to pieces by the shelling; the figure of the countess flickered in the dark night, like a scarlet phantom. Every flash was inevitably accompanied by the fall of an enemy. The sound of the steel body rumbling and collapsing was like scrapped machinery in a factory furnace.

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"The silver-eyed countess deserves her reputation." Dickens praised.

His eyes were always following that figure as bright as the moonlight. The dark bat wings tightly wrapped her gorgeous and honorable posture like a cloak in the night, dancing in the craze of blood. Her movements were wide open.

Dahe would either tear apart those steel breastplates with her palms, or kick those heavy knight armors dozens of meters away... But no matter how rough and barbaric the movements were, she would always carry a trace of emotion under her performance.

An intoxicating sense of beauty. She seemed not to be on the battlefield, but at a grand party, listening to the joyful orchestral music, using every elegant kick, turn and dodge to send a message to her enemy.

A fatal invitation to heaven. Such a reserved yet aristocratic fighting style may be unique among the many powerful enemies Dickens saw in his life.

"After all, he is the ancestor of the Valenhilde family, and he gave me some unexpected surprises back then."

Feier said that her eyes also fell on Neville, but only for a fleeting moment. She paid more attention to Saint Shalia and Olvera. The latter did not participate in the battle, and she had no fighting ability, so

He only protected Metien and Shemi in his arms during the melee; while the former continued to pull the invisible thread of fate in the void, using his royal power to twist and pull fate, guiding the enemy's offensive to the direction of the enemy.

In other places, you can often see some magic knights firing empty guns into dark corners where there is no one. That is not because their marksmanship is not accurate enough, but because they are confused by fate.

However, her memory and authority have not yet been fully restored, so excessive use of this power is destined to put a heavy burden on the body. Feier noticed that the green-haired girl's breath was becoming disordered, and her heartbeat and breathing became increasingly rapid.

, as if a powerful note is beating the void, but this is not a good sign.

Trouble.

She rubbed her eyebrows, feeling more and more headache.

"If we were not fully prepared, I am afraid that the Countess alone would be enough to break through our blockade." Dickens had withdrawn his sight from the chaotic battlefield and said to his superior: "This is exactly what I said to you just now.

The reason for asking for embarrassment - the resistance of these guests is too fierce, and I am afraid they will not give in easily. I cannot guarantee you that we will be able to capture them, unless..."

His words were deliberately interrupted here, and Feier asked: "Unless what, Dickens? Don't play charades with me, you know I hate this the most."

"Unless you are willing to take action yourself."

Dickens gave an answer that surprised Feir but was also expected: "Christian had previously suggested that you end the battle with Gundaruf and Linthas within five minutes. If you exceed the time limit, you may risk losing control.

, and you only used four minutes and forty-five seconds, which is good news, because the remaining fifteen seconds can still be used to greater use. I think it will not be better than defeating Gundaluff and Linsas.

Isn’t it more difficult to join forces?”

Of course not. After all, the only real strong enemy among this group of people is the silver-eyed countess, and the others are not of concern. But the real problem is not this, but——

"You clearly know why I want to leave here." Feier glanced at Dickens and rarely expressed dissatisfaction: "I'm not kidding, Dickens, you have worked with me for many years, you should understand my character and what I am.

Sometimes I am joking and when I am serious. So now I tell you clearly that I don’t want to be their enemy anymore. Once or twice is enough. If it happens a third time, I really won’t be able to stand it.

Yes, understand me, okay, Dickens?"

"I understand you, Your Majesty Feir." Dickens bowed slightly, indicating that he did not mean any offense. On the contrary, it was precisely because they had worked together for many years and knew His Majesty's character well that he would make such a suggestion.

He summarized this understanding in a simple sentence: "But you should know that running away cannot solve any problem."

Feier suddenly fell into silence.

"It would be too harsh to say that this is persecution. However, from the perspective of a colleague, or perhaps a friend, I must say to you that in the past two thousand years, because of brotherhood and blood relations,

You are not the only one who feels the pain of killing. Several other ministers and leaders have lost something and endured something in the process of executing the Eden Plan." Dickens said softly: "But at this moment, if

Leader, if it were Lord Carabosse, if Lord Eve were in your current position, would they have the slightest hesitation?"

Feir didn't answer. She actually knew the answer in her heart, because she knew that the people Dickens mentioned were stronger and more determined than herself.

"Are you accusing me of not being mature enough, Dickens?" She suddenly said, with a hint of self-deprecation in her tone: "Although I always feel that I have grown a lot, once I encounter this kind of situation, I will only choose the worst solution.

The method, being lucky and unwilling to face reality, probably refers to this kind of mentality, right?"

"I dare not say anything about this yet." Dickens cautiously reserved his opinion and suggested: "You should ask His Excellency Melquíades."

After all, Melquíades is the one who has worked with Fer for the longest time. He has witnessed with his own eyes how the Grand Inquisitor walked step by step from that undisciplined and willful girl to the saint who judges the Holy See.

Earth Witch—the controller of the Scarlet Night Gate and the respected witch.

The name of the fear witch Feir brings fear to the enemy, but brings trust, courage, and endless peace of mind to the companions.

"You convinced me, Dickens."

The frightened witch sighed softly: "As expected, you are a slippery guy, more suitable for the Special Assessment Bureau."

"What I mean is, do you regret letting me join the Investigation and Arbitration Bureau?"

"No, I mean -" Feier walked forward, leaving Dickens with a firm back and a casual and uninhibited thank you: "I'm glad to have you here, thank you."

Dickens smiled slightly and nodded to the officer's back.

The next moment, Feier's figure disappeared from the eyes and appeared in the highest sky.

Then, it got dark.

The endless darkness, like a monster hidden at the back of the world, opened its terrifying mouth and completely swallowed up the sporadic visible light. Then, the light ceased to exist, leaving only emptiness, desolation, despair and chaos.

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A low, throaty, hoarse voice sounded in everyone's ears, or in other words, in their hearts, as if it had traveled through countless times and space, overlapping in the tide of time and space, forming a solemn echo.

, mighty and unstoppable:

"Terror, panic, fear."

"Everything is an ignorant choice of living beings."

"Witness my strength, this is——"

"[The noise of the endless world]."


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