Nangong Nayue, Let's Talk (5.2K)

However, just as sparks began to appear at the corners of his mouth and the attack was about to take shape, Khasalov's pupils suddenly contracted.

The man who was originally at the end of the passage suddenly appeared in front of him in a bizarre way.

At the same time, a hand reached out, and the fair palm with distinct knuckles gradually magnified in Khasalov's eyes, instantly gripping his mouth tightly.

The divine Sacred Beast Fierce Flame, which were about to be spewed out, were forcibly held back in its mouth.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, blood and black smoke trickled from Khasalov's mouth as the seemingly frail man slammed his body to the ground.

How is that possible?!

Khasalov was horrified.

I am a noble orc, possessing the strongest physique and power, not to mention I have also awakened the Divine Beast Transformation, how could I possibly be thrown to the ground by an ant!

Could it be that mere humans possess power comparable to dragons?!

This absolutely cannot be true!

However, there's no time for Khasalov to think about that now.

Yotsuba Mahiro's other hand was already outstretched into the air, and she was muttering something:

"The ruthless Queen of Steel, the holy sword that slays demons and monsters—"

"--Transform into a steel blade here, to aid me in slaying all my enemies!"

[Everything is as you wish.]

Clang--

The flashing white light transformed into a sharp blade held in his hand. Before Khasalov could even see the inscription on the blade, the white steel blade had already pierced through his mouth and through the back of his head.

Sizzle!

They ripped Khasalov's jaw apart in an extremely bloody and brutal manner, severing half of his head.

As he rolled, half of Khasalov's head still bore the look of disbelief he felt before his death.

"Ha, I thought you were something special. With such meager skills, you dare to claim you can rival dragons and angels?"

He casually scattered the Demon-Slaying Holy Sword, looked at the half-dead, Yotsuba Mahiro head lying on the ground, and let out a sneer. Then he stomped on it and crushed it to pieces.

After doing all this, he didn't forget to wave in the direction of Aya Sengakuji.

"Aye, hurry up and follow us, come and see the legendary Fourth Progenitor."

In stark contrast to his previous coldness, he now resembled a child who had discovered a new toy.

Even more unusually, the aloof and cold-hearted Librarian Witch actually chose to obey his orders, put away her magic book, and silently followed him.

Long--

The moment the door to the coffin chamber was pushed open, a thin mist rushed in, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, and a faint chill permeated the air—a bone-chilling cold.

The room's floor, walls, and ceiling were covered in frost and frozen, and the welded metal joints were encased in a thick layer of ice.

Tiny snow crystals, resembling flower petals, were mixed in with the fog and blended into the atmosphere.

Countless icicles, growing from the solid concrete ground, stood up sharply like thorns, preventing anyone from approaching.

Yotsuba Mahiro and Aya Sengakuji paused for a moment, looking at the interior filled with igloos.

The room was very spacious, just like a school classroom.

But inside this classroom-sized room, there was only one solitary coffin.

Perhaps due to the drastic temperature change, the reinforced concrete around our feet has become very fragile.

Stepping on it produces a series of crunching sounds, as if it's being crushed.

The coffin acted like a refrigerator, emanating the surrounding icy mist. The surface of the coffin was also clearly engraved with the Rome numeral XII.

That was the "Fairy's Coffin".

This is how Aya Sengakuji introduced him.

The ice coffin, crafted by the Devas, was used to store or suppress twelve unburied bodies. The number "12" marked on the coffin indicates that she was the twelfth test subject, and she can also be called "the twelfth Fourth Progenitor - Avrora Florestina".

Upon closer inspection, even through the thick frost, the dim light streaming in from outside made it possible to discern the shape of what lay inside.

She was a young girl with a fairy-like, dreamlike appearance.

Her hands and feet were as slender and thin as a child's, and her skin was as white as if it were transparent.

Her hair was a light gold color, and it would change color like a rainbow depending on the angle from which it was viewed.

The girl, who looked to be around thirteen or fourteen years old, had her ribs slightly showing, her skin like a lotus bud just beginning to bloom, and her skin was as white as if it were transparent. No part of her body was hidden; it was all exposed to Mahiro.

Adorable and beautiful, she seemed to have stepped out of a Western painting, possessing a beauty that surpassed that of humans.

Such a dreamlike beauty was something he remembered only that could rival, especially the Miyuki.

The ice coffin that sealed her was engraved with a powerful magical barrier. Ordinary people, without the legacy of the Devas... the Holy Lance that could nullify magic and tear apart all barriers, certainly couldn't break through the barrier to awaken her.

Unfortunately, Yotsuba Mahiro is not an ordinary person.

"Is this the twelfth physical form of the Fourth Ancestor, Avrora Florestina? Nice to meet you."

He reached out and gently stroked the surface of the ice coffin. The biting coldness spread through his palm and throughout his body, and even someone as sturdy as him couldn't help but shiver.

But they adapted in less than three seconds.

Yes, it's immune to freezing.

For some reason, he felt a subtle connection with Avrora Florestina, as if he could sense the emotions of the girl inside the ice coffin.

Are you very sad?

He asked softly.

He was immediately met with a puzzled look from Aye.

But he ignored him and continued:

"You want to save the people outside?"

This time, he received a faint response from the girl in the ice coffin, though she remained asleep without even opening her eyes.

"All right."

Mahiro agreed, considering it a matter of fate that he had with this Miss Avrora Florestina, and then turned and left the coffin room.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to put the "Fairy's Coffin" directly into his ring.

He certainly couldn't awaken this No. 12 prototype here.

However, this attack from the Black Death Emperor Faction seems to be more complicated than he imagined. He doesn't know what exactly happened in the original story, but the current situation is far too tragic.

The entire security force of the MAR Research Institute was wiped out, and Jou Akatsuki's whereabouts are unknown. Given his luck, he shouldn't be dead.

But others weren't so lucky.

Liana Carl, the head of the Carl family, dies tragically, just like in the original story.

Then Jou Akatsuki's son, Kojou Akatsuki, was riddled with bullets, and his sister, Nagisa Akatsuki, also died tragically, still wearing her priestess's clothes.

In the original story, it was during the attack by the Black Death Emperor Faction that Kojou Akatsuki awakened the sleeping Avrora Florestina, making her the Blood Servant of the Twelfth Body. As a result, Nagisa Akatsuki developed a phobia of demons.

As for whether he had ever died, he really wasn't sure.

Moreover, he was very curious, given Jou Akatsuki's personality, he should be a doting father to his daughter.

If he's such a doting father, why would he send Nagisa Akatsuki to Gozo Island to contact the Twelfth Prototype? Is he planning to use Nagisa Akatsuki's medium abilities and her overfitting constitution to awaken and control Avrora Florestina?

If that's the case, then it can only be said that Jou Akatsuki's love isn't so pure.

He even tried to exploit his own daughter.

With that in mind, Mahiro had already dragged the three bodies out of the ruins, preparing to begin their resurrection.

"Regrowth, activated."

Aya Sengakuji frowned slightly upon hearing Yotsuba Mahiro's murmur. As Librarian Witch, she had no idea about any means of resurrection, let alone any magic of "Regrowth."

But what she saw next was a scene she would never forget.

She sensed a strange fluctuation emanating from Yotsuba Mahiro, which then enveloped the three corpses in front of her.

As if time had reversed, the bullets that had been fired into his body were expelled, his crushed heart was recovering, and his wounded body was healing.

In less than three seconds, the three of them were lying on the ground unharmed, and had even resumed breathing.

Is this really magic?

Aya Sengakuji was starting to doubt herself.

This ability could be described as a miracle; its power to reverse life and death is far more mysterious and incomprehensible than her 'Dark Oath Grimoire'.

For a moment, she developed a strange interest in this man.

First came his overwhelming physical strength, then his spatial magic that allowed him to leave the Prison Barrier without a sound, and now he's demonstrating the power to reverse life and death...

"What, are you surprised? Want to learn? If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Seeing the surprised expression on Aya Sengakuji, Mahiro couldn't help but tease her.

"Hmph, I have no interest in such power."

Aya Sengakuji turned her head away coldly, showing that she had no interest whatsoever.

But she was just being stubborn. How could a witch not have any desire for knowledge about magic, especially since she was the Librarian Witch?

Mahiro had already seen through this, but he didn't expose her. Instead, he took her hand and left the research institute.

After spending these days together, although the witch's personality was still a bit awkward, she had gradually stopped rejecting his touch, such as holding hands.

Although he didn't know where Aya Sengakuji's change came from, perhaps it was because he had rescued her from the Prison Barrier?

But judging from her personality, she doesn't seem like the type to repay a debt of gratitude at all...

However, aside from that, Aya Sengakuji remains as sharp-tongued as ever.

"Are you just going to leave like this? I thought you would use this life-saving favor to make that vampire and that little medium girl submit obediently."

Hearing Xiandumu Aye's complaints, Zhenxun suddenly had black lines in his head.

"I saved them for several reasons, but mainly because it was the wish of Subject Twelve. Also, is this how you see me? And how old is Nagisa Akatsuki? Am I the kind of person who would eat anything when desperate?"

"Isn't that right? My daughter Yuuma Sengakuji is only four or five years old, and you still took her in without a second thought, didn't you?"

Okay, what you said makes a lot of sense, and I'm speechless.

Aya Sengakuji like this all the way back to the hotel.

It was already past midnight, Yuuma Sengakuji was still fast asleep.

However, shortly after they returned to their room, Yotsuba Mahiro keenly sensed a familiar spatial fluctuation.

"You actually went along with this man to fight for the Fourth Progenitor's body? Aye, this isn't like you."

A clear and melodious voice rang out softly, slowly reaching Mahiro and Aye's ears.

Upon hearing this voice, Aya Sengakuji's pretty face immediately changed.

Looking up, they saw a dark-haired gothic lolita girl appear in mid-air, holding a black parasol in the small room, looking down at the two of them.

Chapter 339 Natsuki Minamiya, Let's Talk (5.2K)

To be honest, no one expected Natsuki Minamiya to appear at this time, and in this location.

Completely unexpected. Logically speaking, Natsuki Minamiya shouldn't be guarding the Prison Barrier between Itogami Island and the neighboring island.

However, this doesn't stop enemies from being extremely hostile when they meet.

"Natsuki Minamiya, have you not yet awakened from that eternal dream? Since you haven't awakened, why did you abandon your steadfast beliefs and chase after me here?" Aya Sengakuji sneered.

Natsuki Minamiya simply sighed softly, then met the witch's fiery red eyes.

"Aye, see the gray handcuffs on your wrists? You haven't truly escaped prison. Aye... go back to the Prison Barrier. Your dream is over."

"I see. So, even though you escaped from prison, the Prison Barrier prevention mechanism didn't stop?"

Raising her wrist, Aya Sengakuji looked at the gray bracelet inlaid on it and murmured to herself, her tone tinged with self-mockery.