Campione: Strongest Godslayer!-Chapter 290: Lorelei’s Heart is Stuffed

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An ancient forest on the outskirts of Tours.

Fifty-one figures, maintaining a perfectly neat formation, moved rapidly through the lush forest.

The intricate network of trees in all directions posed no hindrance to them; the team consistently maintained a steady forward pace.

Though everyone was advancing at the speed of a hundred-meter sprint, and the forest floor was littered with withered yellow leaves and branches, these figures made no sound as they moved, only exuding an aura of solemn, chilling intensity.

Though it was the advance of merely fifty-odd individuals, it carried the momentum of a mighty army of thousands.

In fact, even a modern mechanized army of ten thousand would face a brutal massacre against these fifty.

The Chelon: Canticle Brigade—a magical army composed entirely of first-rate Magi, directly subordinate to the Barthomeloi family. Specializing in Combination Magecraft, they were a true 'war-grade' legion.

Suddenly, the leading woman stopped. The rapidly moving crowd behind her also halted instantly, silently arranging themselves into a peculiar formation, standing impassively behind her.

Lorelei, as always, was clad in a white suit and brown riding boots, her brown, waist-length hair tied into a ponytail at the back of her head.

The difference was that her usually proud, delicate face was now filled with chilling coldness and killing intent.

"Lady Barthomeloi." From the queue behind, a middle-aged man stepped forward, standing behind Barthomeloi Lorelei, calling out softly with lowered eyes.

Lorelei immediately understood her adjutant's intention, glanced at the trees beside her, and informed him of the reason for her sudden halt.

The adjutant's pupils contracted slightly.

Trusting implicitly in his family head's sensory abilities, he quickly hummed softly. Following this hum, the movements of three individuals in the crowd behind subtly changed—one extended a finger, another bent a knee, another twitched a leg.

In an instant, a Three-Action high-lethality spell abruptly formed.

A gale sharper than steel blades enveloped the large tree that two people could encircle, slicing it into fine wood chips within two seconds.

Caw~

On a branch of the large tree, a pale cyan crow only had time to utter a miserable cry before being shredded into mincemeat and bone fragments by the gale.

Regarding the crowd behind her launching a grand magic in the blink of an eye—

"Whose familiar is this?" Lorelei, her pretty face cold, her body radiating an exceptionally icy aura, questioned her adjutant.

As a young family head leading the Canticle Brigade on a mission for the first time, when encountering unfamiliar matters, she would directly ask the battle-hardened adjutant behind her.

The Barthomeloi possessed pride, not arrogance; the attitude of not being ashamed to ask those of lower status was a constant.

"Based on the pale cyan skin and chaotic magical attributes, it's preliminarily judged to be one of Nrvnqsr Chaos's swarm of beasts," the adjutant stated directly, enriching his lord's knowledge base.

Regarding Lorelei's cold attitude, the adjutant expressed understanding. A newly debuted, proud noble being played around by her family's sworn enemy—her mood naturally wouldn't be pleasant.

The Barthomeloi family's sworn enemy was the Seventeenth of the Twenty-seven Dead Apostle Ancestors—Lord of the White Wing.

The primary task of each successive family head upon taking office was to hunt down this exceptionally cunning Ancestor of Dead Apostles. However, each new generation of the family would be played around by that old bat—this had been a centuries-old custom.

The reason the Barthomeloi maintained this custom was partly to demonstrate their determination to kill the Lord of the White Wing, and partly to temper the newly debuted family head. After all, one's own family knew one's own affairs; pride needed to be polished.

"The Tenth Ancestor's swarm of beasts? Has that fellow gathered his subordinates?" The corners of Lorelei's mouth lifted slightly.

The fact that the Lord of the White Wing had gathered his subordinates made her quite happy; it represented that her pursuit of nearly a month had made the Lord of the White Wing feel threatened.

Her sworn enemy showing signs of cowardice and calling for reinforcements made Lorelei's heart slightly rejoice.

She immediately said, "Continue forward!"

"Family Head, the Lord of the White Wing's actions this time are somewhat abnormal. It is necessary to consider the matter of retreat," the adjutant's face became grave.

The new Barthomeloi head hunting the Lord of the White Wing was basically a tacit custom between both parties.

One was making a statement; the other was wary of the old monsters of the successive Barthomeloi generations. However, if there was a chance to ensnare and kill the other, both sides would immediately act.

If the old Barthomeloi head were present, the adjutant wouldn't speak out to stop them. But after all, Lorelei was the new head. Even if her combat power was sufficient, she ultimately lacked experience...

Lorelei showed a contemplative expression.

She naturally knew her lack of experience.

Although she had the strength for a fight, defeating the Lord of the White Wing required the support of the Combination Magecraft from the brigade behind her. Adding Nrvnqsr made things indeed somewhat tricky.

"The front should be Tours, the railway hub city of France. Let's retreat back to England from there," Lorelei said expressionlessly, her tone filled with suppressed anger.

Although she was confident of killing two Ancestors plus their kin, the Lord of the White Wing's recent circling behavior made her feel greatly threatened. Therefore, she chose to abandon the mission, even though it was a considerable blow to her pride.

Watching Lorelei, who clearly held a grudge against the Lord of the White Wing, the adjutant sighed helplessly. It was a custom.

The first defeat of successive family heads was basically delivered by the Lord of the White Wing. The original reason for their enmity had long been forgotten.

The reason the Barthomeloi fought to the death with the Lord of the White Wing generation after generation was actually because of this one defeat.

"Move out!" Lorelei's hand, clad in a silver glove, slowly clenched. With a wave, the team continued their silent advance.

A minute later, Lorelei, having just stepped out of the forest, abruptly paused. The Chelon behind her also halted suddenly.

Lorelei's face turned ashen as she looked at the three people and one hound before her. Including the members of the Canticle Brigade behind Lorelei, who had maintained expressionless faces, their expressions also gradually darkened after seeing the three people and one hound.

"Greetings, current head of Barthomeloi~" Altrouge stepped forward, lightly brought her legs together, and gracefully lifted the hem of her dress.

"Awoo~" Fou, held by Altrouge's leash, barked lightly at Lorelei.

"Barthomeloi? Haru, do you know who that is?" Arcueid looked puzzledly at the crowd ahead.

"Heard a little. A Great Noble of Magi," Haru rubbed his chin, looking with pity at the unexpectedly encountered Lorelei.

"Eclipse Princess of Black Blood! White Princess of True Ancestors! Plus, Primate Murder..."

Seeing this combination, how could Lorelei not know?

She had been utterly tricked by the Lord of the White Wing.

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