Not Much Time Left

At this moment, Altrouge Brunestud's once cascading black hair was gone, now a mess thanks to Arcueid. She looked at her hair with heartache and glared fiercely at the culprit who had caused all this.

"Phew, that's great! I've wanted to do this for ages." Arcueid, with her carefree, sunny smile, stretched lazily on the sofa.

"You bully Arcueid, you've disgraced the name of Brunestud! If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one!" If looks could kill, Altrouge Brunestud would have killed Arcueid a thousand times over. She really seemed to love those long, black hairs.

However, these words did not anger Arcueid in the slightest. She pinched her sister's rosy cheek, like a naughty little girl playing with her favorite toy.

"But you can't even use your transformation magic now, so isn't bullying the weak even more tasteless?" Arcueid's retort had become sharper at some point. Facing her older sister, Arcueid didn't care at all about building her happiness on her sister's pain.

"Damn it... what was Brad's intelligence all about? What did he say about being Mystic Eyes of Death Perception..." Altrouge Brunestud muttered with resentment.

Her initial intelligence indicated that Arcueid had been attacked, possibly by the user of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, which is why Altrouge Brunestud only brought Cathy Palug with her to cause trouble.

With Cathy Palug, Primate Murder, by her side, dealing with humans will be a piece of cake.

Besides, Cathy Palug is based on the Principle of Comparison and possesses the characteristic of being stronger than her opponent. It's simply impossible for her to be defeated by physical attacks!

"That's right, Bai Mo was incredibly fast back then. I couldn't even react in time, and your familiars probably couldn't detect him either, since the fight was over in an instant."

Meanwhile, Bai Mo was on the balcony, facing a giant white beast, none other than Cathy Palug from before. Facing this terrifyingly powerful White Beast, Bai Mo was trying to communicate with it.

"Give me your hand." Bai Mo said, extending his hand. Upon seeing this, Altrouge Brunestud's lips twitched, and she said, "Cathy Palug isn't a dog."

Of course, Cathy Palug was undoubtedly a terrifying beast, how could she possibly do such a humiliating thing! With a thud, she turned her head away until Bai Mo raised his fist again.

"Fu~" The White Beast slowly raised its forelimbs, its gaze filled with humiliation, and placed its claws on Bai Mo's palm.

"Cathy Palug! What are you doing! What about your dignity as a beast!" Altrouge Brunestud was devastated. Faced with the reality before her, Cathy Palug placed her beastly paws on the man's palm, appearing obedient and submissive.

At this moment, she didn't know what to say.

Are you kidding me! I've raised it for thousands of years and it's never been this obedient!

Altrouge Brunestud had never been so speechless. She really shouldn't have impulsively come to mock her down-on-her-luck sister.

Seemingly finding Altrouge Brunestud too noisy, Bai Mo slowly closed the balcony door and continued communicating with Cathy Palug as if training a dog. Meanwhile, this scene was being transmitted to a certain space deep underground through a specially modified, invisible familiar.

At this moment, two ancestors were sitting here, both of whom were guards of Altrouge Brunestud.

The sixth of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors: Black Knight Strout, and the eighth of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors: White Knight Brad.

Upon seeing Altrouge Brunestud in the image, Strout grabbed the demon sword from his back, his brow furrowed, and said, "My lord is in danger, just as I suspected. Brad, there's no need to say more now, we must rescue my lord immediately."

Brad, sitting opposite him, shook his head.

"What do you mean, Brad? Is your loyalty to my lord just a joke played by a clown?!" The demonic sword emitted a faint glow, Strout stared intently, appearing utterly devoted.

Meanwhile, Brad, like a medieval pirate, calmly laughed in the face of the demonic sword's light.

"Blind loyalty is sometimes worse than betrayal. Can't you see? Our master clearly has ulterior motives, which is why he allowed himself to fall into that situation," Brad said, lighting his pipe.

"The one with Cathy Palug is undoubtedly not Dead Apostle, but a human. Do you really think a human body can stand up to Primate Murder?"

Hearing this, Strout sat back down, also looking at Bai Mo on the screen. Seeing this, Brad laughed loudly, "You finally realized it? It's obvious that this man has some special value, such as the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. Those things can't be used just by taking them off. If nothing unexpected happens, our lord is in contact with this human."

I imagine that after a while, this human will abandon White Princess and join our side.

Tsk tsk tsk, Strout, I wonder how you, who have transcended time and are immortal, will fare against the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception? Considering your position, it would indeed be better if you destroyed this human.

Upon hearing this, Strout sheathed his demon sword and said coldly, "Don't judge me with your filthy thoughts. Since you can become my lord's ally, I will naturally treat you as a companion."

After saying that, he sighed deeply and said, "In that case, we will not disturb our lord's plans."

After the two left, Bai Mo in the scene glanced at the room without making a sound.

At this moment, Arcueid's prankster Altrouge Brunestud cried out in her heart, "I remember I still had two guards, didn't I? Where are they? Why is there no sign of them? Help!"

She glanced at Arcueid beside her, who looked like a drowsy student in math class.

"It seems you're not doing too well."

Arcueid reacted as if she had been called on by the teacher, like a cat that had been woken up.

"It's none of your business, and besides, when did you ever start caring about me?"

"How cold-blooded. Although I've never liked you, I have to admit, you look much better after being killed once." Altrouge Brunestud seemed to have completely figured Arcueid out, and said calmly.

"You won't even make it to the final battle, will you? If I were you, I wouldn't waste my remaining time on this doomed work. Ha, the only reason you continue is that you have no idea what to do."

Perhaps you should thank Roa, otherwise you'd still be in that castle, waiting to die like a machine.

Arcueid frowned, wanting to say something but unable to find a reason to refute. Altrouge Brunestud was definitely one of the people in the world who understood her best. Indeed, her actions were a kind of forced composure, but so what? She had only ever had this one goal, and had been working towards it for thousands of years.