Campione: Strongest Godslayer!-Chapter 298: The Planet Ley Lines

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Five AM, deep in the night.

The iconic landmark of Tours—Château de Villandry.

It was located in the central Loire Valley region of Tours, a large Renaissance castle. It stood at the top of a three-tiered garden, an ancient castle integrating beauty, change, and tranquility.

At this moment, at the very top of the castle, tens of meters above the ground, gusts of whistling wind continuously assaulted the area—the bone-chilling cold wind of a deep night.

Under the bright moonlight, two figures appeared on the pitch-black castle rooftop.

One wore an incredibly pitch-black gown, tattered and torn, barely able to cover private areas. It trembled continuously in the cold wind, looking as if it might be blown away at any moment.

The other, however, wore a pure white knight's uniform that covered every part of his body except his face, even his hands clad in white knight's gloves.

Just like their contrasting attire, the relationship between the two was also like that of sworn enemies. Yet, at this moment, they stood intimately together.

Lord of the Black Wing Gransurg and Lord of the White Wing Trhvmn—two of the three oldest Dead Apostle Kings—now stood shoulder to shoulder at the highest point of Château de Villandry, both gazing at the rolling waters of the Loire River not far away.

If one added the Black Knight Strout, currently wandering in Tours, the three oldest Dead Apostles were all gathered in this French city.

Suddenly, a red glint flashed within Gransurg's crow-like bird head—a sign of communication magic activating.

He received Merem's message that Narbareck had accepted the conditions. Nodding slightly, Gransurg questioned in a gloomy tone, "Trhvmn, the Burial Agency has agreed to my conditions. So, how are your preparations?"

"Hmm, it's estimated that the ley line technique will be completed in another three minutes," Trhvmn lifted his head, opened his crimson vampire eyes, and stated calmly.

"I'll ask one more time: are you sure the barrier formed by this technique can trap Altrouge and her group?" Gransurg turned his head, his blood-red bird eyes staring intently at Trhvmn, speaking gravely.

Since he had paid the huge price of confronting the Church's Knight Order head-on, Gransurg certainly didn't want this plan to fall through, allowing Altrouge and the others to escape.

One must know, once Altrouge's side became aware he was targeting her, a prepared Altrouge would become several times more troublesome.

"Rest assured, Gransurg. As a Magus, you should have heard of Eastern Cosmic Geomancy, right?" Trhvmn chuckled lightly.

"Hmm? That asian art of manipulating ley lines?" Gransurg was slightly stunned, then spoke gravely.

"Indeed. According to Cosmic Geomancy, rivers are called moving Dragon Veins. And the Loire River, as France's largest river, can be said to be France's largest ley line. By manipulating this river that has flowed for thousands of years, I can then control the entire ley line network of France. You should understand what this represents, right?"

Trhvmn extended his right hand as if to grasp the distant river, speaking with a smile.

Gransurg's pupils contracted slightly. He naturally understood what this represented. Altrouge's greatest advantage was her ability to directly extract magical power from ley lines, resulting in nearly infinite magical power.

However, once the ley lines were controlled by the Lord of the White Wing, not to mention completely cutting off the planet's support for Altrouge, reducing it significantly was certain.

And being in this ley line manipulation zone had an even greater advantage—the ley line's magical power supporting their own side and suppressing Altrouge's side. This was the most crucial point.

"...It seems hunting the Black Princess this time is foolproof," Gransurg slightly opened his bird beak, looking utterly astonished. However, deep within his bird eyes, there was a strong sense of vigilance.

Gransurg planned to go to the East to steal a few Cosmic Geomancy books to study. He certainly didn't want the Lord of the White Wing to use this national-level ley line manipulation technique in his own territory.

One must know, he and the Lord of the White Wing were hostile.

Just then, an invisible ripple spread out. Trhvmn's body, as if liquefied, slowly fluctuated. And the frequency of his fluctuations was identical to the rippling waves of the Loire River ahead.

"The technique is complete. Well then, you should prepare," Trhvmn stated indifferently.

Gransurg nodded, his entire body's magical power boiling, pitch-black airflow radiating an aura of death continuously revolving around him.

While continuously emitting the aura of death, he spoke to Trhvmn. "Narbareck previously requested that the great Magus be led to her. Since you, Trhvmn, have manipulated the ley lines, then I'll trouble you to take care of it."

Manipulating ley lines had one advantage: one could use the power of ley line nodes, consuming enormous amounts of ley line energy, to achieve spatial teleportation.

Trhvmn nodded, indicating he understood. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, located Haru's position through the ley lines, then abruptly clasped his hands together, splashing up rolling water. He shouted sternly, "Ley Line Teleportation!!"

"..."

Trhvmn's face stiffened slightly. In his field of vision, Haru waved at him with a wicked smile, and even raised his middle finger.

'Teleportation failed? How is that possible? This is my ley line manipulation technique, closest to True Magic! Wait, the intelligence agents in the Mage's Association reported the birth of a True Magic user. It couldn't be that unlucky, right? Another True Magic user who likes to walk the mortal world, just like Zelretch?'

Beads of cold sweat appeared on Trhvmn's cheeks.

Having encountered a True Magic user before, he clearly understood the combat power of these monsters.

The old and cunning him immediately considered retreating.

"What's wrong, Trhvmn?" Gransurg, still gathering power, looked puzzledly at the Lord of the White Wing, who was continuously sweating.

"Manipulating national-level ley lines is somewhat strenuous, that's all," Trhvmn stated calmly, showing no panic at being discovered.

Subsequently, he decisively gave up on relocating Haru, locking his target onto Narbareck and her group, who were lazily leaning against rocks on the outskirts of Tours.

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Suburban forest, surrounded by a group of Executors.

Narbareck leaned against a rock, tossing a short knife, yawned impatiently, and said, "So boring. How is that bird-head, Lord of the Black Wing, doing things?"

"Kuhuhu, after all, it's the task of acting as bait; taking a bit longer is to be expected. Look, even Merem went to help," El-Nahat, wrapped in bandages, lay on the ground, looking at the bright moon, speaking with a sly smile.

Just then, Narbareck and El-Nahat instantly stood up. Simultaneously, blood-red light suddenly emanated from the ground, and complex magic circles abruptly appeared beneath their feet.

Subsequently, the ravaged forest scene instantly disappeared, replaced by the sight of a modern steel jungle.

A silver-haired youth stood before them, looking puzzled.

Narbareck's face immediately darkened.

"Tsk, did things get reversed?"

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