Farez Hamid recognized the intruder.

Farez was then just a militiaman, a promising magician with a keen interest in the air, and he received new praise for his mastery of misdirection.

He vividly remembers that it was during the second siege of the Brisbane Line that he first heard the name of Gunther von Schultz.

When a dragon turtle crashes into their barge, he is being dragged across the strait with the rest of the fresh meat. The problem is that most junior mages can't fly, including Fares. The boat rocked, and the novices cast an ineffective spell on the hateful creature. Everything seemed to disappear until a flash of heavenly light pierced through the clouds, and a divine light that scorched the air turned the sea water into steam. Where it hits the beast, its scales melt and boil. The dragon turtle retaliates with a breath attack, but the second explosion blows its head away, a level 7 monster. That's it. The recruits never saw who saved them, but Fareth was later told it was Gunther von Schultz.

In those days, Schultz and de Botton were big names at the front. The first is the invincible Superman, who was a wing commander at the age of 25. The second, known for her relentless violence, became a flight lieutenant at the age of 15. Both of them were excellent at attacking Portsy, with kills in the four figures through firepower and gore. After they returned, Schultz went on a propaganda trip, and that's when Farres met his savior.

The magician had never seen such a magnificent man. Gunther is the embodiment of radiance, just as Apollo was in the human body. Farez called out all his best lungs. I can't imagine that such a person is fighting for them! A man who has forged victory with blood and brimstone, bathed in the light of such a figure, is the closest thing he feels to God.

When Gunther finally reached his team, Faress came to his aid. He touched him! Farez touched Gunther von Schulz! He was so happy that he could cry! To his shock, Gunther stopped. The demigod stared at Faress with the warmest and most empathetic blue eyes he had ever seen in his life.

"Thank you for your service, warrant officer... Farez Hamid. ”

He knew his name! Gunther von Schulz knew his name! When he said goodbye, he cried. His friends made fun of him and laughed and punched him in the ribs. They didn't know, Farez laughed. They couldn't understand what it was like to touch that light.

That's fucking Gunther Schultz!Fares' bulging eyes almost escaped from his sunken sockets. What is Gunther von Schultz doing here? Is it for that girl?

Oh. Unlucky. The thought echoed in Fares's mind like a gong.

The circle of teleportation is now gone. All Fariz and Bosa could see was the Sydney Tower Paladins striding towards them like legendary giants.

"Have you given in?" is a rhetorical question.

If Faress hadn't endured years of anti-charisma training, he would have been on his knees crying like a child. He saw Boza on one knee, his eyes filled with tears, and he knew it was over before it had even begun.

That's brilliance. There's something in Gunther's aura! Is this magic or an illusion?

He saw the launch of GEA, which was embedded in Boza. Like him, she can only serve one master, and even if she wants to, she can't give in. Her head immediately cleared.

"! what the hell is that?" called Boza. She didn't have to, there were no other sounds in the room, but somehow, it felt like they were in a whirlpool.

"We're going to meet our creator," Farres said quite objectively, hey, Potts, I want to tell you something. ”

"Is the time now?" cried Boza incessantly, trying to cover her eyes from the sun. "We should attack that bastard!"

He said, "My name is Farez Hamid.

Boza looked at Fares, his face full of bewilderment.

"What are you?" said Boza, but she was interrupted by Fares's next spell.

"Magical power!" the magician forced the spell to manifest with a beastly howl, pushing all of his remaining mana into the spell. More than a dozen ghost soldiers appeared from all sides to attack Gunther. This is Fares' most powerful spell. He knew it wouldn't work, but he had to try.

Gunther didn't even move.

The light around him sparkled. Without warning, every ghost that attacked him had a loophole. Not even a single beam or a shell, as if his soldiers had been pierced all the time. Farez didn't have to wait for Gunther's punishment. Before he could finish his gestures, he suddenly felt a sense of relief. He watched as his limbs slowly fell off and his wounds burned clean. He fell to the ground, a stump, and lost the appendage of his body.

Boza's eyes were filled with doubt. Farez is an enforcer! He's a fifth-level high-level mage! Who is this person they're facing? Are they fighting God? Sun God?

Farez watched as Pozza turned to summon the shield, perhaps to protect himself, perhaps to save him. Never mind. Her shield disappeared in the next second. Her body doesn't matter either. Her skin sizzled, and in the blink of an eye, she had lost her limbs.

"I have a question for you. "After a while," Gunther said gently, and left to see the girl by the door.

He's gone!!" Faress snorted in pain. He wasn't even worth Gunther's time!

He looked from the floor at Bossa, who was crying. She was a strong woman, but she finally understood. In the face of real power, they are just worms.

"Hey, Potts," Farez shouted to Popaz, and Popaz's eyes met him, their eyes filled with pain and despair, what is my name?

"Hamid. "Goodbye. She gasped.

"Thanks, Potts......" Farez replied, and quietly waited for the inevitable.

Gunther incapacitated two of the attackers. Between the loss of limbs and the mental shock, they can neither cast magic nor escape. He looked around and felt a wave of extreme anger.

Master Henry made a serious mistake by trusting Mark Chandler.

He walked over to where Gwen was lying and picked her up from the floor, wiping the pieces off her limbs and clothes.

The girl was having nightmares, her eyes were fluttering, her eye muscles were spasming.

"Gwen, wake up," he chants softly. His voice is radiant, full of texture and warmth. Warmth permeated Gwen's head, dispelling the illusion.

His sister's hazel eyes suddenly opened. Gwen found herself lying in Gunther's arms, her white face refracted against his blue orb. She was disheveled, but she was warm, safe, and it was all over.

"I'm ......," Gwen cried weakly, Gunther... I did it... I'll kill them all!"

Her breath got stuck in her throat and her face flushed.

"So... So much blood ... How... Who would have thought they had so much blood on them?"

"It's okay," Gunther pampered her, you're doing well. ”

Gwen's body was filled with nervous warnings. She is a sensitive person, and she knows the calm before the storm.

Gunther brought a flash of mana in his aura, silently activating a passive calming effect. The girl's trembling grew weaker and weaker until it stopped.

"Gwen, I need you to take a look at this," Gunther whispered to her, can you stand up?

"Yes ... I'm sorry. Gwen advises you to go to the basement to see her brother.

Gonser was glad that Gwen seemed to have more control over her abilities. Next thing she needs it.

"It doesn't matter," he assured her, and that it was. ”

Gunther walked towards Pozza and Fares, the two tossos lying on the dusty floor.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, and you'll answer them truthfully," Gunther said in a measured and cordial voice. Not at all like the tone of a man who chopped off eight legs in the blink of an eye.

He did not wait for the slave owner to confirm his demand.

"You, magician," Gunther began to say who do you work for?

"I don't know. ”

Suddenly, Fares's skin began to sizzle.

"Who do you work for?"

"I... Ahh Oh God! aha!!"

"Who do you work for?"

"I can't! I can't!" the smell of roast meat fills the air.

"Hmph," Gunther muttered a Geas. Good. What are you going to do to Gwen?"

"Sell her. Farez gasped.

Gwen shuddered.

"Listen carefully, Gwen," Gunther ordered, and that was the answer you were looking for. What about those who are sold?"

"Rituals ... Training ......"

"Uh-huh!"

"Ahh

"Breed! For breeding! Sacrifice or experiment! We take the blood of the heart! We take their organs! They are mages! Oh, please! I can't say any more! Kill me! Kill me, Commander Schultz!"

Gwen's face turned pale. Breeding. The man said. Rite. She wanted to vomit, but she had run out of things in her stomach.

On the other hand, Gunther blinked when the man said his name.

"Do we know each other?"

"I've seen you once......" Fares is almost unrecognizable now, just a piece of rotten flesh is... It was the march of '86'... You say my name ... We staggered ......"

Gunther searched through his memories.

"Sergeant... Jones, Officer No-Hamid, I'm sorry to see you in this state. ”

"Hah... Ha... You don't know half of it! I don't have anything to say ... Commander, do you have a request before I die?"

Gunther frowned.

"What do you need, Hamid?"

"Bossa, the woman next to me. She was also under Kias. Please-give her a clean death. Not like me. She didn't see the war. "She's not as strong as we are. "Fares's voice is louder and louder now, and only the action of adrenaline can keep the other girl ... Cantwell, she survived. She was in the second room. Monster, it spares her, please......"

His voice grew faint.

"Peace be upon you, Fares. ”

"I'm sorry..."

"Me too, Sergeant Hamid," Gunther said gravely more than you know. ”

He left Gwen alone and walked with Stacey for a while. The girl was still unconscious, not knowing that she had escaped more than once. She muttered something indistinctly, and Gunther could smell the blue breath that lingered in her breath, the pungent smell that permeated her body, eating away at her flesh. It was too late for that girl. Those who wake up late rarely get the necessary talents or training to be competent. It is difficult for the tower to devote the necessary resources to restore the girl's normal life. Even Agnes couldn't escape the lingering effects of this deep-seated addiction. He wondered if the girl could serve as a lesson in Gwen's kindness, but he decided against it. Gwen wasn't ready. She still has a lesson to learn first.

"Gwen. Gunther turned to his sister on the plane. He saw her corpse being caught, a deer being caught in front of the dancing lights. She must have realized what he was going to ask.

"Gunther......" Gwen's breathing quickened, he could feel her heart pounding in his chest Gunther, I can't... That's a man, Gunther! That's a man!"

"Kill him. ”

"Gunther, he's unarmed! I don't even know why you're torturing him, yes... Interrogation Spells ... For the sake of ...... truth"

"They're going to sell you, Gwen. Do you understand what that means? At best, you'll be strapped to a ceremonial table and your brain, heart, and liver removed. The worst-case scenario is ......"

"Oh... Oh..."Gwen was out of breath now.

"Finish eating, sister!"

He put his hand on her shoulder, and his voice grew louder.

"Do it now. ”

Gwen choked and cried, her hands shaking. At Gunther's orders, she let the spell manifest in her mind. She said these words unconsciously, wondering if this was what she wanted. The man was a mass of charred boiled meat. That's mercy.

"Lightning!"

A burst of plasma surrounded Fares. The man lay motionless.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my promise, Sergeant Hamid. "I'm useful to your companions," Gunther said regretfully to the corpse, hoping that you would make a better choice in your next life. ”

A beam of light shines on Fares. His body burned for a few seconds before turning to ashes, and Gunther's other eye and his fallen limbs were cremated. Two rings and an amulet fell to the ground.

Gunther found them before he found Poza.

"Please......" she sobbed uncontrollably, "I can't tell you anything." ”

Gunther looked at Gwen's face, which was now numb from shock. Girls may have always believed that death was innocent, not obscene.

As for Gwen, she is going through a reborn experience. Familiar to her, it at least had an abstract nature, bundles of things thrown here, there, and its slaughter too violent to be real.

"Complete what you've started. ”

"No, Gunther, I can't do this anymore......"

"You have to. It's your responsibility. As soon as you walk into Poza's nest, she is dead. Do you understand?"

Gwen stared at Gunther, her face full of conflict.

"This is also part of the creed, which is the creed that you flaunt rashly in front of the Master. You said you were going to hunt foxes, scare wolves, slaughter tigers that stood in your way! You don't want to be afraid of revenge! That's what you're going to do, Gwen! Open your eyes!"

He watched the girl's struggling breathing and watched as she struggled with hysteria.

"Yes, is it?" the question is rhetorical.

Her reaction confirmed his suspicions that Gwen was different. When Alicia asked him what he thought of their little sister, he told her so. The girl was too mature to be considerate. As far as he knew, Gwen went through a painful upbringing under the threat of a vicious mother, an indifferent father, and a genius brother. She has never lived in a first-class city. Frontier peoples like her live under a constant assumption that life is ephemeral and ephemeral. Gwen reacts to her surroundings, training, and killings like she grew up in a walled garden, a place free of violence and bloodshed. He didn't know why, and he didn't care. All he needed was for her to stop looking like a wayward child.

Her naivety was suicidal. She had to learn as soon as possible.

"Do it," Gunther ordered, casting another bit of mana into the "Radiant Command."

"Crack!"

Another bolt of lightning. Boza screamed.

"Here we go again. ”

Another. Boza looked stronger than she did.

Fool!, Gwen grunted. The girl resisted, punching hard. She is now both stupid and cruel. He's just giving some advice to his own words, maybe he should carry out the order? No, that's not the point.

"What about your kindness, Gwen, can you find joy in her pain?"

He could see that the girl was trying her best to rationalize her resistance.

"Dead, Gunther! The corpses: won't they gouge out your eyes? We can't do that ... We can't wash our hands with excuses! The blood of the victim will be stained into the embodiment of the emerald sea! There will be blood in the blood! If you kill a person, the dead will have a good life!"

Speech. Gunther felt even his own stoic soul tremble and agitate. Gwen has a knack for speaking. Master likes her like that. Words have power, whether it's mantras or wisdom. Was she right? Gunther knew her words were preachy, but her feelings were sophistry, the cry of a weeping girl. Henry was a man of words, but the baptism of Gunther and Alesia was a baptism of action. He didn't like Gwen. No, she's talented, but she's also naïve, stupid, and suicidal. A magician's potential is a terrible seductive wolf: only violence can guarantee her safety. Kindness, compassion, she's going to be drowned.

"Gwen, whether you like it or not, these people have plans for you. The fact that you appear in their lives determines their fate. Either you are tied up, sold like chattel, and then burned, or you survive and become stronger because of your troubles, and they are burned. As soon as you come in, they're dead! Do you think this will end amicably? Will they be imprisoned?"

He watched as the battle unfolded on her tormented face. Finally, their eyes met.

"Go ahead!"

"Lightning strike!"

Gunther didn't have to order her this time, it was her choice. He watched as she poured wave after wave of mana into the psychic spell.

As soon as the day dawned, there was not much left of Bossa. Another cremation flame on his body swept away any signs of Pozza's previous existence, leaving only a storage ring.

"Well done. Gunther pressed Gwen's wilted body to her chest and felt her heart beat on his own, a feeling you must always remember. What should you do?"

"Finish what I started. ”

"Repeat. ”

"Finish what I started. ”

Gunther picked up Poza's ring.

"Good girl. Let's go meet our host. Someone has to pay for everything that happens here. ”

"Where's the corpse, Gunther?" Gwen asked, where is ... There are too many of them......"

"Hmph......" Gunther closed his eyes for a moment. Gwen felt the temperature rise suddenly. The walls around them burned into flames. The whole building was on fire. Her brother's flames were not mortal flames, but destruction twisted from the elemental plane, exactly what was stolen from the gods. The Fire of Gunther is a purifying fire that sweeps away all the sins of the Gwen Barrens.

Gwen watched the world burn.

When she realizes what Caleban has done, her first thought is to lock herself in a dark cave and never appear in a man's world again. Maybe she'll leave the city and travel to the wilderness?

Then, as she approached the atrium, she felt the telepathy between her and Caliban re-establish. Oh, what hallucinations filled her mind! It was as if she were Caliban, attacking her victims with innocent joy, passing through their screaming chests and spitting out mouthfuls of hot meat! She felt an energetic orgasm that complemented what Caliban had eaten. She felt satisfied. But it's not like the satisfaction that comes with a hearty meal. It's a sense of satisfaction, something ancient, dark that has been devoured and devoured for millennia before humanity discovered the first mana particle. It was a primordial hunger, a raging ecstasy!

Caliban had eaten other people's food, but Gwen had eaten Caliban. She ate dinner more and more hungrily through her familiarity!

Hungry!

No! Gwen burned herself, no! she couldn't indulge in it! she wouldn't let Caleban override her conceit, assuming her hostility! Caliban!

She hadn't resisted the phantom killer yet. She welcomed the darkness, a respite from the hunger brought on by the wayward Caliban. She separated the gliding Void Beast from its flat cage. The bug is her own, she gives it purpose and existence, and she never loses control of it again.

And then she came out,

When she came to her senses, she was murdering her first person in person.

"Do it now!" he told her.

Gunther pried her eyes open, and Gwen saw the truth hidden in the darkness. She has nowhere to hide. Her hand was on her wrist and felt like a stranger's hand, and an alien appendage was sticking out of her.

"The moment you show up in their lives, they're dead! Do you think this will end amicably?"

Gwen now knows she was wrong, but she hopes so. She was going to defeat them, but she wasn't going to go there to deal with the aftermath. That was her naivety. She's going to save the girl, and that's the end of it. Or, as Gunther says, nothing is going to be that simple.

But Gunther was right. One day, one has to think about one's choices.

Suppose their own story.

She held up a hand to the whimpering slave owner.

Old Gwen died. Long live Gwen, the murderer, whose hands are stained with the lustrous fat of a slaughtered snail, for all the aromas of Arabia can no longer sweeten her fingers.