Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"...It's really surprising that nothing happened."

The Magic Eye collection train has been at a standstill for an hour and a half, but everything is as usual.

This situation was unexpected by Roland.

Who told Lorelaia to leave with such a decisive attitude, and the train happened to stop at this time.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a storm is coming and a fight may start at any time.

Unexpectedly, after leaving the carriage, the Demonic Marshal did not make any noise.

The staff responsible for operating the train were not affected in any way, and they could be seen coming and going everywhere.

This made Roland, who was already ready to watch the show, a little disappointed. After all—

"If we don't start a fight, wouldn't I be in vain?"

Although he did intend to give Calebron the gift, Roland deliberately took away the opponent's magic eye at that time in public. Roland deliberately wanted to intensify the conflict and see the quality of the train organizer and Lorelaia's purpose.

"You are really worried that the world will not be in chaos. You are obviously a saint..."

Even Alterluqi couldn't help but complain about this style of doing things that were purely for fun, at the expense of others.

"This is also recorded in the Gospel of Matthew - I did not come to bring peace or even war on the earth."

But Roland is still quite confident.

“Sometimes, rather than a false balance, it’s better to tear things down and start over again, completely break them and then build them up again.”

"What's more, being a saint is a very complex attribute that cannot be generalized. An illiterate village girl and a female boxing king can be saints, so why can't I?"

"...a guy who speaks forcefully."

Eltrucci looked at Roland silently with her crimson pupils and muttered.

She turned her head as if in anger, showing a cold expression, as if she didn't intend to pay attention to him anymore.

Seeing Hei Ji's appearance, Roland was not in a hurry, but picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip of it leisurely.

Although it was scheduled to stop, the Magic Eye Collection Train was quite decent and set up several tables nearby, and also prepared meals such as black tea and sandwiches for walking guests to enjoy.

But because she had to maintain her status as a maid, Eltrucci, who could only serve at Roland's side, could not drink tea and enjoy the wind so leisurely.

If she didn't want to continue standing bored, the girl's only option to pass the time was to talk to him.

Therefore, Miss Heiji at this time will not let her go to the end.

Sure enough, when Roland fed Fufu the third piece of fruit sandwich, Eltruqi spoke in a dull voice, which was considered as a proactive signal of reconciliation.

"The reason why Bartholomew didn't take action was probably for safety reasons."

"Oh?" Roland held his chin up and reacted quickly. "Is it because she came alone?"

"That's right, the fact that the Demon Marshal has a choir called clones, which is composed entirely of top-notch magicians, is also quite famous in the world of Dead Apostles."

Eltruki said softly.

"After all, we can count on ten fingers the groups that even Zu can fight against. Even I know something about them because of this."

"Although that girl defeated the two ancestors in the battle, she was the absolute main force."

"But the intelligence provided by this group, the blockade of the area, and the assistance are the real reasons why Zu was caught - otherwise, even if he couldn't be defeated, it wouldn't be difficult to run away."

Roland nodded and agreed with this statement.

After all, although Death Apostles are aliens, most of them have human appearance and intelligence, coupled with strength and the instinct to create relatives, they can easily create helpers or supporters in human society.

Not everyone will be like a certain boss who can play a max-level account to feel like a giant baby.

As long as the other party uses their brains a little bit and uses the lifespan and power of evil ghosts to infiltrate the upper levels, illegal organizations like the Demon Slayer Corps have long been banned or even uprooted.

Because of this, fighting is the easiest part of the process of dealing with a Dead Apostle.

In the outside world where the church has a huge say, there are occasionally fish that slip through the net, let alone magicians.

In this group with an unusually low threshold, there are many people who use Death Apostles to conduct research.

For example, Emiya Kiritsugu's father took the initiative to conduct experiments on becoming a Death Apostle in order to complete the family magic.

Then, after something went wrong and triggered a limited-edition zombie crisis on the island, he planned to run away directly, thus indirectly prompting his biological son to embark on the path of no return as a righteous partner.

But even though his behavior was so bad, among the group of magicians, he was actually considered to be a somewhat lower-level figure. At least he used personal research to explore the transformation into a Death Apostle.

The more despicable magicians will take the initiative to seek refuge with the Dead Apostles, helping them cover up their tracks and murdering their own kind in exchange for the gift of not being human.

Although even the Magic Association itself finds this kind of behavior intolerable and has been cracking down hard, it is still banned repeatedly.

In order to ensure that there are no mistakes in such an important matter as conquering the ancestors, even a person as noble as Lorelaia can only trust in the creation of a clone brigade by her own hands.

"Perhaps it was a temporary move, or she didn't want to alert the snake. This time she came alone, so she must be treated with caution and reduce all unstable factors as much as possible."

Eltruki said softly.

"And trains running at high speed are undoubtedly a good battlefield."

"Can you maximize the advantage of reducing the enemy's home court, and in turn, take the opportunity to fight into your own hands?"

Roland said thoughtfully.

This is a clear conspiracy. As the party responsible for hunting, they did not take action after expressing hostility. The meaning of this behavior is undoubtedly a simple test or warning.

If Luo Jie'an feels a sense of crisis and takes the initiative to escape from the train, it will save Loreleia the time to search. If she is not exposed, the girl can also use this time to regain the initiative in this small carriage. .

A firearm that is loaded but does not fire will give people a much more oppressive feeling than when it is fired.

"But... even the proud Lorelaia has to take her so seriously. Is that train manager really Zu?"

In the rumors about the Magic Eye Collection Train, although the identity of the founder's Dead Apostle is semi-public, the specific level of the opponent is unknown because there is no surviving provocateur.

One can only draw conclusions about the superior Death Apostle based on the size of the enemy.

It's not that the imagination of magicians is so small, but the fact that the ancestor of the Dead Apostles, who can already semi-publicly own territories, castles and factions, would come to be the train manager is far more unusual than if she was just a train manager. A superior dead disciple is much more outrageous.

"Speaking of which, she calls herself Luo Jie'an. Do you recognize her, Alter Luci?"

...This guy completely treats me like a maid.

Such thoughts flashed through the girl's heart.

Perhaps because she was used to it, compared to her initial complaint, Eltrucci was able to calmly treat this as a trivial matter.

"Of course I don't know him."

"Why, aren't you the Dead Apostle's Lord Ji?"

"Are you a little too underestimated of the world of immortality?"

Eltrucci glanced at Roland angrily.

He is clearly a more indescribable monster than them, but at certain moments he always carries human sensibility and childishness.

"The ancestors of the Dead Apostles are enemies of each other. If they don't plan to fight each other, it would be normal for them not to see each other for hundreds of years."

"Judging from the aura, she is neither a member of my faction, nor that guy with white wings, nor even a member of the Holy Church."

"And the struggle between these three factions is the intersection theme among the ancestors of the Dead Apostles for hundreds of years."

"Therefore, I have no impression. It can only mean that she is the kind of centrist who has no fighting thoughts and focuses on herself. This kind of self-sufficient type who is isolated from the world has basically no news. To put it harshly, , even if the seat is usurped by a subordinate, it is possible."

"It's fine if you tell me your real name or reveal your true identity. It's really difficult to tell whether the other person is the new ancestor or a guy I knew before just by relying on a phantom and a surname."

"Ugh——!"

As soon as Roland showed a clear expression and before he spoke, the loud sound of the whistle attracted their attention.

Looking in the direction of the sound, in the dense forest, the locomotive standing on the track buried in the grass was emitting white smoke again.

This is a precursor to departure.

Just like this temporary stop is not a station at all, although the Magic Eye Collection Train is in the shape of a classic steam train, its kinetic energy mainly relies on the magic power provided by the spiritual veins.

Therefore, the pause time will not be so punctual, and it will often start when the magic power is almost replenished.

"It's time to leave."

Roland stretched and stood up from the chair.

Although many magicians with the same idea as him got out of the car at first, after discovering that no fight seemed to break out, they quickly returned to the car. No one really left directly according to Luo Jie'an's statement. .

This is not the station scheduled to stop on the timetable. Getting off the train alone at Wild Spirit Vein is not as safe as the train at the Magic Eye Collection.

Anyway, whether they were guests or magicians, the train manager and Lorelaia had no reason to attack them directly.

It would be better to completely seal the room to prevent the aftermath, and escape when chaos breaks out, or hold on until you get close to the official station in the city before getting off.

After handing the Fufu in his hand to Eltrucci, Roland walked forward along the lush forest.

Although the grass was softer than the carpet in the car, it had no effect on him.

However, at this moment there was only half a minute left.

For a moment.

It was really just a moment.

Roland's hands had just pushed aside the dense branches and leaves around him, and the train that had already entered his field of vision roared and rushed out like a frightened horse after being whipped.

"boom--!!!"

Like a sharp arrow leaving the string, and like a bullet coming out of the barrel.

Its speed is so fast that people can't help but worry that the red-embroidered railway will fall apart, causing this terrifying steel behemoth to derail directly and turn into a twisted flame in the explosion.

But huge risks are rewarded with huge gains.

In a flash of lightning, violent power penetrated the atmosphere, and the surging air waves centered on the car body, blowing Roland's hair into chaos.

No...I haven't gotten in the car yet——

For a moment, even with Roland's mental strength, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"What's going on?"

Eltrucci stared blankly at the Magic Eye Collection Train that seemed to be freed from the shackles of gravity, disappearing into the layers of greenery along the rails that merged with the forest. Her doubts were no less than Roland's.

In today's turbulent atmosphere, it is not surprising that the train suddenly left.

No, it is better to say that such behavior is a natural development.

But what is the reason to support the behavior?

Because the carriage doors were not closed in time, Altluqi could clearly perceive that there was no fighting or turmoil inside the train.

The surrounding environment was also peaceful, without any enemies to be vigilant.

Even in the last second, in the carriage in front, someone saluted Roland through the window, a peaceful daily scene.

But the next second, it started like an overloaded machine.

It gave people a feeling of... impatience.

It was as if they were deliberately trying to catch this time difference and leave Roland, a saint, behind.

But what is the meaning of such behavior?

The miracle that Roland showed in front of everyone using Caleb as a model was still fresh in Altluqi's memory, not to mention others who knew a lot about him.

Even if it was to avoid trouble, it would be a bit too much to pin everything on the fact that the saint with such a miracle could not catch up with the train running at full speed.

The staff of that train would be fine, but since the ancestor of the dead apostles who was certified by Loreleija and had extraordinary physical abilities could not fail to realize this.

Thinking of the other party's previous words, Altluqi's pupils slightly dilated.

Unless...

"So that's it, it's me who is being targeted."

Roland raised his eyebrows and directly said Altluqi's guess.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting."

As if to prove his words, a voice sounded in the forest.

On the other side of the bushes, in the gap between the thick fog and the cool breeze, the phantom of a woman gradually appeared.

Or it would be more appropriate to say that it faded.

The originally illusory veil gradually turned into bright petals.

The smell of fermented grass was also replaced by a sweet aroma like poison, tempting people to indulge in it.

With a tearing action like a tearing of clothes, the female phantom who called herself Rojian easily tore off the magic wrapped around her body, revealing a pair of beautiful arms.

"It took me a lot of effort to meet in my true form to show my sincerity. That woman with a bad personality is really difficult to deal with, and it is indeed well-deserved. As a result, I was a little later than the scheduled time."

While slowly tearing off the phantom along the curve of her chest as if teasing, Rojian explained in an ethereal and beautiful voice.

"Therefore, in order not to be late, I can only appear in this posture first, and then replace my true form again. Please forgive me."

"It doesn't matter."

Roland shook his head generously and said bluntly.

"But it's only an hour and a half to prepare, isn't it too short? Even if I'm prepared to sacrifice the entire Magic Eye Collection Train, I don't think it will accomplish anything."

"Instead, you can't get away with it even if you're not careful. You should be thankful that you can stop her for a moment."

"What a disappointing statement... When talking to a woman, mentioning another woman is a taboo in social situations, right?"

This overly straightforward comment made Rojian's movements slightly stiff, and she finally squeezed out a response from her teeth.

But the next moment, she adjusted her mood and smiled again.

——That smile was full of arrogance and even a little contempt.

"However, if you are worried about whether the next meeting will be interrupted, you can rest assured."

Rojian said in a light tone.

"Since he didn't get off the train just now, that Bartmero has become a prey in a trap."

"Oh?"

Roland's eyes flickered slightly, and he showed an interested expression for the first time.

And Luo Jian did not keep the secret.

She did not answer directly, but just turned her head slightly.

Suddenly, the fog seemed to have received some command and dispersed for the most part.

But what was revealed was not the clear sky, but the crystal hexagonal crystals.

Snowflakes.

Like swaying water waves, the fluttering snowflakes turned into rolling waves, intertwined with the white fog.

Turning the world into a single color.

And in this pure white, there was a scene like the abyss of hell.

—— Countless blood-colored vines and tree branches, like self-conscious lives, bared their fangs and claws, and soared into the sky.