Campione: Strongest Godslayer!-Chapter 293: That’s Right, You’re Just an Actor

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"That young man should have extremely high attainments in magecraft and conceptual manipulation. Facing him is excessively dangerous, so I will not make a move against him."

Trhvmn stated seriously, utterly devoid of the shame of retreating before battle or the dignity of an Ancestor of Dead Apostles.

Being cautious was Trhvmn's secret to surviving for four thousand years in the concept-supreme Nasuverse. He certainly didn't want to fight an opponent whose strength was a mystery. Past experience told him that arrogance could lead to death.

Gransurg's face darkened. He understood; Trhvmn was telling him that Magus was to be handled by their White Princess side; he wouldn't interfere.

If not for Altrouge's extreme dangerousness and Trhvmn's combat power being essential, Gransurg would have considered flipping the table.

"Unexpectedly, even combining the strength of our two factions, dealing with the Black Princess would be difficult," Trhvmn laughed self-deprecatingly. Good thing he probed a bit, otherwise he wouldn't even know how he died.

"Two factions?" Gransurg was slightly stunned, as if thinking of something.

After a long moment, Gransurg spoke in a low voice. "Alright, this young man will be handled by our White Princess Faction."

Trhvmn looked astonished at Gransurg, then chuckled softly.

"Pleasure doing business with you!"

——

WHOOSH—! WHOOSH—! WHOOSH—!

Divinity-infused pitch-black flames incinerated the Dead Apostles' bodies.

The black flames, filled with the true meaning of destruction, instantly burned the bodies of hundreds of Dead Apostles and familiars to nothingness, leaving no trace of battle except for the boiling atmosphere.

"It's over just like that? Even that Nrvnqsr?" Arcueid's just-raised claws swiped a few times at empty air. She looked astonishedly at the water vapor continuously emitting from the surroundings.

Fou plopped down on the ground, wagging its fluffy tail, speaking with disinterest. "Solved it a bit too quickly, right? At least leave one for me to play with!"

"Sorry, sorry. The stench from these Dead Apostles was strong—I accidentally wiped them all out," Haru covered his nose with his left hand, speaking with disgust.

Lower-class Dead Apostles in the Nasuverse engaged in behaviors like squatting in cemeteries to eat corpses.

Therefore, they carried the rotten smell of corpses, especially around the mouth area. That taste, that refreshingness—anyway, when Haru detected the abnormality, he directly delivered the killing blow.

As for Nrvnqsr, he just got caught in the crossfire.

Who told him to face a God-Slayer who goes all out at the slightest disagreement?

Haru lifted his right hand and lightly snapped his fingers. A gale howled into existence, sweeping across the land behind him.

The air instantly freshened.

"Okay, well then." After breathing in the fresh air, Haru released his left hand covering his nose. In the blink of an eye, popcorn and Sprite appeared in his hand. He then slowly sat down. As his body lowered, a black leather sofa appeared beneath him.

If any Magus saw this scene, they would undoubtedly weep bitterly. The miraculous art of creating something from nothing was actually being thoroughly used by Haru as a food and furniture manufacturing machine.

What a blasphemous waste of Heavenly gifts!

"Come, come, eat popcorn and watch the live blockbuster," Haru handed the popcorn to Arcueid, chuckling lightly as he watched the battling parties before the forest opposite.

This was a live-action Magi versus True Ancestor vampire battle! And both team leaders were beautiful girls! Whether it was looks or special effects, Hollywood blockbusters were weak in comparison.

"I don't want this! I want the crêpes from this morning!" Arcueid grabbed a handful of popcorn, stuffed it into her mouth, turned around, and sat beside Haru, extending her slender arm towards him.

"I want duck breast!" Fou, its hind legs slightly weak, lightly jumped onto Haru's lap, speaking expectantly.

"Alright, alright."

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A fair, slender arm gently brushed across Lorelei's cheek.

Crackle-crackle—!

"Damn it! The defensive barrier shattered!!!" Hearing this sound, Lorelei's pupils contracted slightly. Her left hand, clad in a silver glove, clenched abruptly. The entire Canticle Brigade behind her froze for a moment, then instantly changed their movements.

Fifty first-rate Magi, using identical action commands, launched a large-scale Combination Single-Action magecraft.

A grand magic that would normally require one person to chant for several minutes or perform dozens of actions was completed instantly through the concerted effort of fifty people.

Faintly fluorescent crystals collectively covered all members of the Canticle Brigade. A defensive barrier originating from a concept appeared beside them.

Lorelei trembled violently. She felt a small, icy hand gently caressing her snow-white neck. That icy sensation made her feel as if she were naked in a land of ice and snow.

"This barrier—No matter who you hit, you face maximum defense," a bewitching, mature voice slowly came from behind. Lorelei knew it was the voice of Black Princess Altrouge.

The baton in her right hand instantly lifted. As if some switch had been flipped, a massive tornado, fully three meters wide and connecting heaven and earth, abruptly appeared behind Lorelei, enveloping Altrouge within.

The raging whirlwind swept Lorelei high into the air, the crystalline defensive magic on her body emitting mournful cries.

The intense pain from the overworked magic circuits caused veins to bulge on Lorelei's fair forehead. Clearly, suddenly activating such a massive large-scale magic was an extreme burden on her body as well.

Suddenly, invisible chains locked onto Lorelei's body, pulling her towards the ground.

Lorelei's left hand made continuous gestures. Magic assisting a safe landing was constantly activated. Like a swallow, she lightly returned to the Canticle Brigade's formation.

"Are you alright, Lady Barthomeloi?" The adjutant quickly handed over a potion to restore magical power, his gaze fixed intently on the center of the tornado, where a figure was faintly visible.

"...Hah!... Her... strength is completely inconsistent with the intelligence reports," Lorelei, having accepted the potion, quickly downed it, speaking gravely.

"Yes. According to records, she should barely squeeze into the Ancestor of Dead Apostles level. Not only has her strength become abnormally powerful, but even her apparent age has changed," the adjutant stated with a grave expression.

"Moreover, there are still three people on the other side who haven't made a move. If I'm not mistaken, one of them insta-killed the Tenth Ancestor, Nrvnqsr Chaos, earlier," the adjutant gestured for Lorelei to look in Haru's direction.

Lorelei's pupils contracted slightly. She turned her gaze towards Haru, who was eating a hand-held pancake and watching the show not far away. Subsequently, she looked completely bewildered.

"That guy... what is he doing?"

"It seems... he's eating something like a crêpe... right?" The adjutant also looked astonished.

"Don't stop! Keep performing!" Haru, sensing their gazes, waved and shouted towards Lorelei.

"Performing??? You actually treat me, Barthomeloi, as an actor!!!"

Lorelei's face instantly darkened incredibly, as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Prepare the Winds of Barthomeloi!!!"

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