Feeding

"Um... Mr. Bai Mo, after this Lostbelt ends, may I take some time off?"

Mash, her face pale, asked Bai Mo Bai Mo placed her hand on her shoulder, the Magnetic Field Power easing her stomach cramps from vomiting. She nodded and said, "When you get back this time, find some familiar friends and go for a walk. The scenery in Northern Europe has recovered quite well, and you can also visit the commercial districts in the East."

In short, take a good break and relax.

Bai Mo and Ritsuka both sighed, and they could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

When Bai Mo thought that the most mentally unstable person in A-Team was Hinako Akuta, reality gave him a heavy blow.

"What's wrong with the Magecraft world? How come there are lunatics everywhere? Was Marisbury planning to have this kind of guy do the Ritsuka Singularity repair work? The future of humanity is really bleak." Bai Mo slapped himself on the face. How did Marisbury even find this kind of madman in the mental hospital?

And then there's the Britain Lostbelt, which has some story to it. The "romantic" relationships we've seen so far are all incredibly shocking and explosive.

Is Britain cursed?

After settling the others, Bai Mo joined the rescue operation in Gloucester. He dealt with the "Child of Prophecy" without mercy, and took any human slaves he encountered to the city gate, where Caster Gloucester others.

In the central fountain of Gloucester, Bai Mo spotted a rather robust figure.

"Barghest, what are you doing here?"

Bai Mo was somewhat puzzled. Barghest had used Gawain's name to suppress the Calamity of the Beast, but it was only a suppression. Unlike Melusine, whose true form was Albion and who was given the Calamity attribute by Britain, Barghest could be said to be Calamity born from Britain. Its suppression effect was very poor and could even be easily broken.

Once Lun Rang or someone else takes action, then he will have to deal with the Calamity of the Beast and the Gray Wolf.

Although they didn't get any answers, Barghest's presence here still made him somewhat uneasy.

"Sir, the battle over there has been resolved; it seems there were no casualties."

"I still suffered some damage... mentally, but it's alright, since the direct target wasn't me." Bai Mo turned her head away, trying not to think about Beryl's heartfelt confession. Barghest, however, said with some concern, "Mental attacks... those are indeed very dangerous, especially for me."

Instead of this, could you please give me these humans?

Barghest turned to the side; behind her were many humans. As the one controlling the black dog, she was arguably the most suitable member of the search and rescue team. Moreover, along the way, her sword had drunk the blood of many "Child of Prophecy." Watching those almost crazed fairies, her hand never stopped wielding the sword.

"Thank you for your hard work, Barghest."

Bai Mo thanked Barghest, then took over the crowd. Some people walked from Barghest to Bai Mo's side with some fear. Bai Mo first checked them over, and then used the power of Cellular Regeneration to restore the bodies of some of the injured.

"Don't worry, you are no longer slaves. As soon as it's light, I will take you to a new home."

Bai Mo addressed the crowd, then stood up and thanked Barghest again, saying, "Thank you, Barghest. Without you, who knows how many people would have died."

"I only did some cleanup work, you're too kind."

"Hmm, how about we go to New Darlington together? It's about what you mentioned earlier..."

Bai Mo extended the invitation he had longed for to Barghest, but at that moment, a bitter smile appeared on Barghest's lips. She shook her head and said to Bai Mo, "I... I don't feel well. Perhaps I used too much power. I'm planning to go back to Manchester to rest first. If it's alright, could you please come to Manchester as a guest?"

"Feeling unwell?"

Bai Mo looked puzzled and was about to reach out to examine her, but Barghest dodged as if she had been electrocuted. She gave a wry smile and said, "It's nothing, I just used too much power, plus seeing those fairies... I've encountered this before. I just need to rest for a while. Could you come to Manchester in three days?"

Bai Mo's eyes flickered, but she still nodded slightly. Barghest put away her sword, then bid farewell and left. Bai Mo watched her departing figure and sighed deeply. Barghest stepped over a pile of corpses. In the middle of the pile was a thick wooden pillar, probably the beam of some house.

The pillars standing on the road were studded with blades, broken glass, and nails, and entangled with iron thorns. The pillars looked as if they had been pulled from a sea of blood; everything on them was covered in blood, and I didn't know how I got them on me. Bai Mo walked over and set the corpses on fire, turning them to ashes; their hands and feet were a bloody mess.

Looking again, Barghest's voice had completely disappeared.

How absurd! An existence born of Calamity protects people, taking pride in and upholding the principle of safeguarding the weak. It is precisely for this reason that Bai Mo is willing to give Barghest a chance to communicate.

At that moment, Barghest ran frantically, gritting her teeth, her eyes bloodshot, as she fled towards Manchester.

"What exactly happened?"

The fairy knight took deep breaths, but the air she inhaled felt like fire burning her stomach, which protested against the dryness.

"Was it because I was exposed to too many curses back then? I can't use my strength, I have to eat..." She casually grabbed the corpse of a dead fairy by the roadside, opened her mouth wide, and unknowingly, her teeth had completely transformed into the sharp fangs of a wild beast. With a snap, half of the fairy's body was bitten off, and the blood poured into her stomach. Although it was cold, it was still very sweet.

She stood at the crossroads, thinking to herself that when she returned to Manchester, she would tell the people of her territory to behave well and strive for a chance to leave this place.

Harboring hopes for the future, she was completely unaware that her body seemed to have lost control. In no time, she had already crushed and swallowed the corpse of a dead fairy, bones and all. Even so, the hunger in her stomach did not subside; it seemed to grow stronger, as if it were pushing its luck, demanding to taste a hot, fresh fairy.