Chapter 315: Entering the City

Chapter 315: Entering the City

"——Tonight, the Death will appear!"

The prophecy reached Louvre's hands three hours before Touko and her companions arrived.

The Dead Apostle world is not a monolith; their internal strife is, in some ways, even more intense than that of humans. On one hand, most of them were transformed from humans and still retain human vices. On the other hand, their excessively long lives require some form of distraction.

The reason why the Dead Apostle circles, which are rife with mutual slaughter and annihilation, still survive is due to the presence of a dedicated prophet ancestor. Legend has it that she frequently predicts the deaths of Dead Apostles, prompting them to quietly create their replacements. Whether this is a deliberate suppression by the Counter Force or not, individuals with prophetic abilities are extremely rare among the Dead Apostles, and only she can gaze into the river of fate.

Louvre smiled as he placed the prophecy in front of him.

No wonder the group of women sneaking around the lake earlier should not be underestimated. A single misstep could lead to their annihilation. However, this wasn't an unavoidable death. The renowned Rose Prophecy wasn't always accurate.

With precautions in place, Louvre didn't believe his side would be the one annihilated.

After instructing his beloved children to prepare for guests, Louvre ascended to the spire at the highest point of the old castle. Here lay his trump card, the very foundation of his existence.

However, he wouldn't resort to using his secret treasure until that strange group of women broke in.

Standing at the top of the spire, Louvre synchronized his senses with the bounded field, his gaze piercing through the spatial divide to watch the battle on the lake. There, the familiar army serving as the first line of defense had already been more than half depleted, yet they still couldn't halt the advance of that peculiar puppet.

The White Winged Lord's most trusted familiar, the Lake's Dead Apostle, who had survived for over 500 years, pondered for a moment before issuing an order to his offspring.

Beneath the smooth, mirror-like surface of the lake, another Dead Apostle lay in wait. This was a different realm, constructed by the Louvre faction, where the lake's water had long ceased to flow, posing no hindrance to the dead apostle's movements.

Touko glanced at the shattered castle gate, then at Kirie, who had become a punching bag and nodded. "Leave it to you. Lorelei, get ready to intercept their reinforcements!"

"Understood!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, the two Dead Apostles attacking Kirie began to twist without warning. Centered around their waists, their heads and feet became axes, contorting into a grotesque shape. Fragments of organs and shattered blood seeped from their bodies, unable to withstand the torsion, making one's scalp tingle with horror.

Having witnessed the Mystic Eyes of Distortion once before, Kirie had developed some resistance to the scene. She suppressed the nausea welling up from the depths of her soul and activated the flamethrower in her mouth, incinerating the two Dead Apostles with powerful flames.

Before taking action, each girl had done their homework thoroughly, knowing that Dead Apostles had formidable regenerative abilities. Only by turning them to ash could their deaths be ensured.

As Kirie incinerated the Dead Apostles, the second wave of Dead Apostles that Touko had anticipated emerged from the shattered castle gate.

Lorelei, who had been prepared, walked gracefully yet authoritatively onto the lake, raising her slender wrist gently.

The girl's magic circuits roared silently, and a vacuum spell, wider than the castle gate, cut through the second wave of reinforcements with ease as if the majestic queen had done it with a casual flick of her hand.

Seeing this, Touko raised both hands, releasing the "FEHU" rune she had prepared, burning the scattered Dead Apostles with the power of primordial fire.

Amidst the rain of fire, Touko pointed forward and commanded everyone.

"Into the city!"

PS: The Lake's Dead Apostle is not particularly noteworthy. If it were the Knight of the Lake and their unit, that would be something to see.