Traveler Starting from Type-Moon, Demon Lord Rimuru! Chapter 46

Thanks for the razor blade, dear Eris, sob. Even though it's a blade, I licked it a few times with tears in my eyes. It's one of the few sources of motivation I have left, QAQ!

Chapter 062: Dawn Approaches, War Is About to Begin.

"Humans, Fou, always overestimate their own abilities~" The silly white dog jumped onto the head of the White Knight Rimuru, lay down comfortably, and licked its paws.

"It's not overestimating." Hearing this, Rimuru chuckled as he scooped it off his head, held it up high before his eyes, and smiled lightly: "It's a firm belief that their sacrifice will have a payoff. So, I'll leave it to you, Fou!"

"I told you, my name isn't Fou, you damn bastard!"

Under the night sky, time ticked away, tick-tock, tick-tock. Every Executor still wandering in this city filled with Dead Apostles and Ghouls held onto one belief: the night would eventually pass, and dawn would surely come.

The White Knight Rimuru understood this as well. He looked up at the central tower in Cornwall, where the Black Winged Duke stood as still as a statue, no longer attacking. Rimuru lowered his eyes slightly: "It is 3:47 AM. There are two hours left until dawn..."

"Dawn will certainly come, but can you truly hold out until then?"

"You have gathered enough intelligence. Now, please... go die."

As the White Knight whispered, his eyes began to glow a faint crimson. Under the moonlight, the order was executed—and the statue, like a Bird of Death, vanished from its spot in the next instant.

"Great Sage, share the coordinates of all the rats with the Black Winged Duke and the Dead Apostles, excluding Kotomine Kirei."

"Understood!"

"Are we making a move?" Behind him, seeing Rimuru's actions, Altrouge's eyes suddenly erupted with excitement. She hopped slightly, wanting to go kill someone, but she froze when she saw Rimuru. After casting a timid, incredibly humble glance at him, she asked weakly: "May I...?"

"Of course, Your Highness." Rimuru found her demeanor amusing: "You may order your subordinates to do anything. However, unless it is an absolute last resort, it is best not to act yourself. Your Highness, the fluctuations your power can cause are too great."

If Altrouge were to release her power and transform, it was estimated that all of Cornwall would be completely shrouded in a blood moon and submerged in a sea of blood.

"Then can I go kill him?" Altrouge's spirit was instantly ignited. For a split second, she pointed in the direction Rimuru was currently watching, where Kotomine Kirei was still silently carrying out his assassinations.

"Hmm... do you dislike him that much?"

"Duh! He has killed the most Dead Apostles, and he even managed to take out one of my subordinates who was converted by a Witch. This guy must be very strong, right?"

"He certainly qualifies as a protagonist template." Rimuru pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Very well. Actually, I didn't want him to die, as he is tied to some of my subsequent plans. But since he has piqued Your Highness's interest, and you have been bored all night, why not play a game?"

"Oh?"

"You may send all your subordinates to hunt him down." Rimuru looked into the vast night, sensing that agile figure, and chuckled: "But you cannot act yourself, nor can you let the other Ancestors intervene. If you succeed in killing him, I lose; otherwise, you lose."

"And if I lose, you may force me to follow your will once. How about that?"

"Tch, what an old-fashioned game." Altrouge's eyes flashed crimson at these words, and she licked the corner of her mouth: "Besides, you're essentially protecting the enemy... but I don't think he has the strength to surpass all the Dead Apostles. It seems I won't lose, but what if I do?"

"If I lose, I hope to receive a pardon from you."

"A pardon? What did you do wrong?"

"No, I mean..." Rimuru raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly: "Next time you want to throw a tantrum, you can let me off the hook once... Ah! Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!!"

Rimuru looked at Altrouge, who was biting his hand, and gasped—is this girl part dog?!!

"When do I ever throw a tantrum, you damn Rimuru! Just for that remark, you can wait to collect his corpse!!!!"

After saying this, Altrouge let go of Rimuru's hand, bared her claws, and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

"..."

So, does that count as her accepting?

Because it was a mountain city, the terrain of Cornwall varied in height, resulting in winding, complex, and twisted roads.

Amidst this, a small squad was cutting through the endless sea of Ghouls with ease.

Twenty-three Executors protected the four scattered mages in the center, eliminating the Ghouls that occasionally used the mountain terrain or the three-story buildings to launch surprise attacks from above. Outside this slowly moving circle, dozens of Sand Soldiers fought like warriors charging into battle, tearing open the veil of slaughter with blood. Only Rimuru walked calmly in front of everyone, showing no intention of making a move.

But this did not cause any dissatisfaction among the others. The legendary Fairy Tale Lord was known, much like another Witch, for his expertise in dragging enemies into thick fog to wipe them out. No one doubted Rimuru's combat prowess; the fact that he hadn't acted meant that no threat to the group had appeared yet. Conversely, once this lord was willing to expend his magic to act, it meant... the true enemy had arrived.

And just then, suddenly!

The steel construct that had been circling above everyone in the night sky, a familiar acting as their eyes, was suddenly destroyed by a sharp arrow with a swish, falling before them as a pile of scrap metal.

"What?" The young mage was stunned, feeling the hundreds of viewpoints he was linked to being destroyed one by one, the visions rapidly vanishing into endless darkness.

He hurried to the front, looking nervously at Rimuru: "My Lord, all my familiars have been destroyed."

"Ah, I see." Rimuru looked at the familiar that had fallen before him. After crouching down to sense it for a moment, he looked up coldly. Seeing this, the others couldn't help but look up at the sky. Only then did they see endless crows circling in the star-filled night sky.

"The Black Winged Duke has acted again... has the Church sent out new Executors?" Rimuru looked at the priest, his expression grave.

"No, the intelligence has been basically confirmed. Everyone else should be preparing for a collective assault," the priest shook his head quickly and said: "Besides, he destroyed our familiars—could he be looking for us?"

Once these words were spoken, the others fell silent for a moment: "But we haven't even entered the inner city of Cornwall yet..."

"Perhaps the Princess of the Black is simply planning to clear out Cornwall," Rimuru speculated: "I just received news from the Mage Association that the main force has begun deployment... they want us to retreat. Clearly, if the Princess of the Black knows this..."

"Luring the enemy deep has lost its meaning, so she is simply clearing the field to prepare for the great battle?" The priest nodded upon hearing this: "It is very likely. But if that's the case, the Black Winged Duke will come for us as well..."

"No!" Rimuru looked up and suddenly retorted: "The Black Winged Duke won't come for us... because... the one coming for us is already here."

Having said that, he vigilantly summoned several water orbs and looked toward a deep, dark alley in the distance. Only then did everyone realize that, at some point, the Ghouls that had been surrounding them had completely vanished, leaving behind only endless depth and silence.

In such an environment, all the mages couldn't help but swallow hard, following Rimuru's gaze toward the spot he was fixated on.

Amidst the tense and silent gazes of the group, about three seconds passed before a soft footstep suddenly echoed from the deep alley. As everyone's heart skipped a beat, a pure white canine beast, radiating an air of arrogance and disdain, slowly walked out. The group was stunned for a moment, and then their expressions changed drastically!

If you were to mention seeing a white dog, everyone present would likely offer a dismissive smile, but if you were to prefix that white dog with the name Princess of the Black.

Then almost everyone would understand exactly what that represented!!

"This is... not good." The priest's face turned pale. He yanked the cross from his neck and muttered to himself, "Primate Murder..."

"Anti-human special attack..." Rimuru murmured softly. He glanced at the cross in the priest's hand and said in a low voice, "How is your obfuscation spell? Or perhaps, your spell for strengthening magic resistance?"

"It's not very strong..." Upon hearing this, the priest's face turned even paler, and he said gloomily.

To deal with special-attack-level abilities, one must either use obfuscation or distortion-type magecraft to temporarily erase one's concept as a human, reaching a level where one can deceive the opponent's mystery, or... strengthen everyone's magic resistance, the so-called anti-magic.

"Then we're in trouble." Rimuru's tone also sank.

"But my specialty is the anti-magic barrier... it can resist and repel all mystery." The priest closed his eyes slightly and said, "I will stay behind in a moment; you all should retreat immediately."

"But staying behind is just throwing your life away." Rimuru shook his head at these words and suddenly said, "I am different."

"Hm?"

"I am a hybrid of a Phantasmal Species and a human. My magic resistance is very high, so I should be able to hold out. In other words, even if I can't, having only half a human concept is not enough to kill me." Rimuru turned his head calmly and looked at the group, saying, "Most importantly, I can kill it."

"I have heard that the White Beast itself does not have very strong combat methods..."

"But even if it isn't strong on its own, that only applies to the Dead Apostle Ancestors." The priest immediately objected upon hearing this. "If you fail, and we are both going to die anyway, your role as the Fairy Tale Lord is clearly more important than mine for the upcoming battle."

"It is one of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, and I am a future Lord." At this moment, Rimuru seemed to have stopped hiding his ambition and made a declaration: "Now, I order you all to retreat immediately!"

After saying this, he glared fiercely at the priest and said, "Now! Immediately!"

"Priest, please make sure to send these mages back to me completely unharmed!"

Around Cornwall, the light of dawn seemed to have crossed the mountain ranges ahead of time, slowly illuminating the land. Beyond the city shrouded in Cornwall's dark clouds, countless nuns stepped out of the city's churches. Priests straightened their black uniforms and silently gripped the crosses on their chests. They moved forward in silence, crossing forests and streams in the night, and dots of light began to flicker across the surrounding plains.

When Kayneth stepped onto the southern part of the Cornwall region with his hands behind his back, the mages behind him couldn't help but be shocked by the sight. Even Kayneth couldn't help but raise an eyebrow—looking out, thousands of nuns were silently kneeling on the grassland, praying for something. Divine radiance shone in the sky, as if purifying the filthy land ahead.

Do not underestimate this group of so-called nuns. Within The Church, although most nuns have little strength—save for a few who are exceptionally powerful—they are one of the most formidable forces that cannot be ignored. While most nuns only know a few exorcism rituals and spells, the nuns in the chanting choirs possess a stacking ability—a form of joint chanting that is practically a cheat code, allowing the magic and spells of hundreds or thousands of believers to be combined into one terrifying existence under their chorus.

And now, this was exactly what shocked Kayneth. For although his pride made him loath to admit it, this was indeed the first time he had seen... tens of thousands of nuns, with the total number of believers reaching over a hundred thousand, densely filling the grassland and chanting in silence. He couldn't even imagine how powerful the Baptism Sacrament would be when released under their joint chanting!!

"Tsk, it seems The Church is really... playing for keeps."

Kayneth sneered, lowered his eyelids, and ordered, "Find a place to deploy the front and establish a mage workshop."

Behind him, dozens of mages from the branch families or affiliated families of the El-Melloi faction nodded and quickly scattered to find suitable locations, while Kayneth looked at the city in the distance, coldly contemplating his next strategy.

"Yo, Professor Kayneth, didn't your mentor come with you?" At this moment, a young man with blonde hair walked over and chuckled. Kayneth looked over; it was the eldest son of the Gaiusling family, the recognized genius capable of inheriting the Gaiusling house, Ailac Tes Gaiusling.

"My mentor is responsible for the offensive from another direction." After answering in a flat, indifferent tone, Kayneth frowned and asked, "Is the Gaiusling family also responsible for the frontal assault?"

"No, no, no!" To his surprise, after hearing Kayneth's words, Tes shook his head and smiled. "My father is responsible for air superiority, but I have no interest in the preparations over there, so I came over to catch up with a friend."

Hearing this explanation, Kayneth's brow furrowed even tighter. The Gaiusling family possessed the Griffin, a top-tier Phantasmal Species, so it was no surprise they were the kings of the sky. But who was Tes's friend? They were all geniuses of the same generation; how could he not know?

Liddell May Achelotte!

The Witch whom he looked down upon, and who looked down upon him in return!

"Who made this damn arrangement?" Kayneth asked with a mocking, sharp-edged question.

"Uh... it was the Vice-Director, my lord. The Barthomeloi Vice-Director is the supreme commander of this frontal assault, and eleven families of the Barthomeloi faction are also participating." Tes shrugged. "Actually, when Liddell found out about this, she said almost the same thing as you, and as a result..."

"She was ordered by the Vice-Director to be responsible for refining the Orthrus Potion."

"..." Hearing this, Kayneth's mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he decisively shut his mouth. Although he didn't care much for alchemy, he knew a thing or two about the basics of the Department of Botany.

For instance, this potion had to be made by hand, could not be contaminated by any elements like silver, iron, or wood, and its raw materials were the roots of certain magical plants and... the excrement of some magical beasts.

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Chapter 063: Ah, Fim!! May there be no Rune Magecraft in heaven.

Just as Kayneth silently shut his mouth, rubbed his nose, and began to prepare in an orderly fashion, the Barthomeloi Vice-Director walked over with several heads of branch families, her expression somewhat grave. She looked around, and as if she had heard their conversation, she said in a low voice, "I didn't assign Lord Liddell to do that out of pettiness, but because all the communication familiars she was responsible for have been severed."

"Communication familiars severed?" Kayneth was slightly taken aback and frowned. "All of them?"

"All of them." Behind her, an old family head responsible for reconnaissance sighed and explained, "In an instant, the magecraft circuits hidden in seventeen directions were cut off. We lost contact with all mages and Executors almost simultaneously... Furthermore, intelligence from the Executors before their magecraft was cut off indicates that when the Black Winged Duke began acting again, he locked onto and killed the Executors with almost pinpoint accuracy... This means there is a Dead Apostle among them who possesses absolute sensory capabilities, even the ability to perceive magecraft circuits."

"Has another Ancestor arrived?"

"Unclear, but that is not the key." The Vice-Director shook her head and said solemnly, "The key is... we have lost contact with Professor Rimuru!"

"..." Kayneth lowered his eyes slightly and pondered for a moment before suddenly saying, "Is there anything else you haven't told me, Vice-Director? If it were just a loss of contact, given Lord Rimuru's abilities, I believe you wouldn't have needed to specifically send Achelotte away."

"That is indeed true." The Barthomeloi Vice-Director paused slightly, glanced at Tes, and after a moment of hesitation, said, "Professor Rimuru has likely encountered the First Ancestor... Primate Murder."

Once these words were spoken, the few of them fell silent almost simultaneously. After a long while, Tes raised an eyebrow imperceptibly and was the first to speak: "Even so, you shouldn't have sent Liddell away..."

"Lord Rimuru is a descendant of a Phantasmal Species family and possesses natural magic resistance and immunity. If even he cannot confront the First Ancestor, Liddell would only be killed in an instant even if she went."

Although Liddell's Achelotte family possesses a Magic Crest of the Witch archetype, this does not mean she is a witch herself; she has merely inherited the crest or a trace of the bloodline. In the world today, the only pure-blooded witch capable of transcending the human concept is Kuonji Alice. It is for this reason that she is known as the Last Bird, the final Eris.

After a long silence, Kayneth lowered his eyelids, glanced at the silent group, and suddenly let out a cold laugh: "Very well, I will go."

"Professor Kayneth?" Tes looked up in astonishment, only to see Kayneth tilt his head and say with disdain, "Hmph, isn't this the very reason the Lord Deputy came to find me amidst her busy schedule?"

"..." Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Barthomeloi's stern face: "But in truth, I intended to give you the right to refuse."

Having said that, she looked at Tes and explained: "Compared to Lord Liddell, Lord Kayneth is clearly more suitable for this rescue mission."

As a genius standing at the pinnacle for these past few years, Kayneth's magical talent is an all-encompassing suppression of his peers. However, the achievements that make him most difficult to catch up to—and the ones he takes the most pride in—are his Spiritism, Summoning, and Alchemy.

Whether it is his Alchemy, which produced the Volumen Hydrargyrum—a Mystic Code that functions as the top-tier calculation engine in the magical world—or his Spiritism, which allows for the fluid and effortless use of Connection, Spirit Evocation, and even Possession, or the summoning magic inherited from his mentor's Yuri Phis faction, which keeps dozens of Wangliang and evil spirits permanently stationed in his workshop!

These are all advantages that can be brought to bear when dealing with an existence like Primate Murder. Volumen Hydrargyrum is an automated device capable of remote protection and combat; Summoning can call forth entities outside the human category to pin down the opponent; and even in the worst-case scenario of a direct confrontation, Spiritism can request the possession of deities to confuse concepts, or rely on the powerful magic resistance and immortality of human Heroic Spirits to fight back.

Therefore, Kayneth guessed the Lord Deputy's purpose almost immediately, and at the same time, he truly had no reason—nor any desire—to refuse.

Whether for the sake of the big picture or his private interests and connections, he had no reason to decline. Furthermore, given his habitual arrogance, he likely even considered this a fine honor. In any case, he was certain he would succeed.

Meanwhile, in the fractured canyon, countless shards of giant boulders flew through the air. Under the tremors, a massive shadow, like a mountain giant in the night, swung its enormous iron fist once more!

Aozaki Touko pulled back her hand and narrowed her eyes coldly. By now, her tied-up hair had completely come undone: "Is hiding behind these pieces of junk all you can do?"

Although she seemed to have a greater advantage in agility and magical power compared to the opponent's massive puppet—which lacked finesse—the opponent kept hiding behind the construct, watching coldly. She had no way to deal with him for the moment and was instead being driven into a sorry state. As one of the Dead Apostle Ancestors and a Puppeteer of equal standing, Van-Fem possessed seven giant puppets comparable to castles. If one had to describe them, they would be what one calls "Gundams."

Because the giant puppets sacrificed their own agility and finesse, they maximized their strength, the Mystic Codes they could equip, and their defensive capabilities. Even though Touko had been blasting the puppet with various spells for no less than three hours, it had not suffered the slightest damage, thanks to the reinforcements and repairs Van-Fem provided with his magic while hiding behind it. This made Touko, whose temper was not exactly mild, feel rather irritable.

"If we are talking about hiding behind puppets, I believe I shouldn't be the one compared to Miss Touko," Van-Fem replied with a chuckle, his voice still hidden in the darkness. "After all, Miss Touko has truly achieved immortality. When it comes down to it, couldn't one say that this body is just a puppet you are controlling remotely?"

The two walked entirely different paths. Van-Fem had taken the giant puppet to its limit, using it as his primary means of combat, while Touko had stepped into the forbidden, walking the path of ultimate finesse. She had crafted a puppet identical to herself and successfully replaced her own body with it, using magic as her primary means of combat.

It was not that Aozaki Touko could not quickly utilize the surrounding soil and materials to establish a position and create earthen puppets for battle. However, as someone always known in the world of Alchemy and puppetry for her exquisite, high-end work, she had long since disdained the crafting of low-end trash puppets. Compared to such things, she would rather use magic to blast her opponent to smithereens.