Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

After biting his trouser leg and pulling him here, Fufu let go of her mouth and rushed towards the church alone.

Thanks to this, Roland also stopped and quietly admired the scene in front of him.

Because he was at the end of the forest path, the view suddenly became wider, and the classical church inlaid with stained glass was easy to give people a sense of peace.

Moreover, it was dusk now. Without the obstruction of trees, from the cross pattern above the church to the floating painting on the wall, under the shadow, a three-dimensional feeling was outlined.

In the glow of the setting sun, the fiery red color spread out, blending with the shadow and the church, as if melted.

But in front of this beautiful and strong picture, Roland's eyes were still firmly attracted by the figure below the church.

Obviously, from the perspective of body size, the figure was not proportional to the church at all, and he didn't even make any special movements, but just standing there, everything around him seemed to become a foil.

The brilliant sunset seemed to have lost the grace of the sun, and turned into a dark color like the red moon.

The sacred symbols on the church were also shrouded in shadows, and it looked more like an ancient castle.

That's right.

The red moon and the ancient castle should be a natural match for the figure that exudes a noble temperament.

"It's just like a dark phantom."

Although he sighed so, when his eyes focused on the figure, he soon found that this phantom was not an illusion derived from the spirit vein, but a girl who looked only about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The long hair was as black as ink, and fell to the ankles like a waterfall.

The pale skin formed a sharp contrast with it.

The girl's figure was slender and petite as her age, and she looked immature, but her charming facial features were enough to overwhelm the childishness that was not much.

The black slim dress tightly wrapped the girl's body. Although the style was somewhat similar to the Gothic Lolita style, it was thinner and did not extend to the neckline, wrists and ankles.

Because of this, after passing over the chest that was not very undulating, it was easy to see the girl's delicate collarbone, with a ruby ​​bow tie, and large areas of fair and delicate skin.

In the lazy posture leaning against the wall, stepping on high heels, when the white jade-like slender feet swayed playfully, this action with a strong contrast to the noble temperament exuded an indescribable magical charm.

"Fufu!"

Especially when the white little beast crashed into the girl's arms, her face was slightly raised, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her mouth, this charm was even more irresistible.

In the breeze caused by Fufu's collision, the swinging skirt corners were like a black lotus swaying in the wind.

As long as it is a life, it will unconsciously produce a desire for coveting and greed for this dangerous and beautiful existence.

Just like even with the triple constraints of genes, rationality, and instinct, humans will still rush into certain taboo temptations.

Even with Roland's eyes, he couldn't help but have such thoughts in his heart.

...I really want to hold her in my arms and rub my face against her.

Although he often puts Illya or Sakura on his legs to show intimacy, the warm and beautiful atmosphere is good, but if it comes to fun, it is still to be found in such a proud girl.

Although reluctant, she has to succumb to reality and body shape, and can only stay on his knees obediently, from resistance to indifference, from indifference to blushing face, every time Roland enjoys it.

A certain fairy tale witch lady was once the biggest victim.

However, for now, just be patient.

Desire is like wine, and it often needs to be heated to stimulate more fragrance.

Soon, Roland restrained the surprise in his eyes and became calm again.

"Although this question seems a bit redundant, seeing that this little guy can easily expose his belly to you, it is he who took the initiative to bring me here. To be on the safe side, I'll ask, are you Fufu's owner?"

"Fufu?"

The girl who was stroking the fur of the little animal in her arms raised her head and murmured in confusion, wondering if she was wondering about the name or why someone suddenly spoke to her.

"Fufu! Fufu!"

She looked at Roland, then at Fufu in her arms. After the other party waved her meat ball and explained, she roughly understood what happened.

"Yes, I... No, I am the owner of this child, but Fufu? What a cute name."

"It's just a nickname we met temporarily, please don't mind."

"It's okay, sometimes I also dislike this guy's name because it's hard to pronounce." The girl smiled and spoke again in a voice as soft and pleasant as a lark. "Look at your attire, are you a clergyman here?"

"I am indeed a clergyman, but I do not belong to this church. I was just transferred here temporarily."

Roland's expression was very calm, "What about you, ma'am? You are still standing at the door of the church at this time. Are you a believer who has encountered some difficulties?"

"I am not a believer. I just passed by this church and went in to take a look on a whim."

As if she heard some joke, the girl showed a sarcastic smile without any kindness.

"Because we didn't wait until there was a free priest before we came out. Could it be that... if you are not a believer, this is inappropriate?"

"It's nothing."

Roland shook his head.

"I...the Lord loves the world, regardless of gender, class, or even race. It doesn't matter whether you are a believer or not, as long as you have a good heart."

I don't know if he was affected by the previous influence or if he just said it quickly. After making the same slip of the tongue, he gave a rather official answer to the girl.

"If you don't mind, I can also temporarily act as a priest... Oh, I'm so rude. I forgot to ask for your name."

"Name, whatever..."

Hearing this question, the girl hesitated for a moment, then raised the corners of her mouth as if she had thought of something.

"My name is Eltrucci Brunstadt."

After saying her name, the girl looked directly at him.

As if a certain atmosphere had been broken, her lazy attitude disappeared without a trace in an instant, and was replaced by an aura as noble and indifferent as Ji Jun holding a scepter.

Eltrucci admired Roland's expression with interest, her eyes full of teasing.

It's like a mean-spirited owner who deliberately scares a cat and makes it jump for fun.

But the next moment, she frowned.

Because Roland's expression was still as plain as water, no movement could be seen.

On the contrary, after receiving the name, the other party nodded as if confirming something.

"Eltruki...ancient red in German?"

Although this is the only name that can match the image in his mind, after all, he has never seen it with his own eyes. Considering the error of the world line, for Roland, it is more reassuring to receive personal recognition.

"It turns out to be the ninth Black Princess."

Roland said clearly.

Although he is only ranked ninth among the twenty-seven ancestors, the church's list has been revised and modified from the time it was drawn up, including the order of discovery, the degree of threat to mankind, and how to change positions. The selfishness of many successors can only be used as a reference.

In terms of status alone, among the twenty-seven ancestors, Eltrucci is a quite transcendent existence.

The titles of the twenty-seven ancestors often come from their deeds and characteristics.

But despite having many unique titles such as Ancient Red, Black Blood Eclipse Princess, and Ruler of Blood and Contract, her recognized title has never wavered.

Black Princess.

As a hybrid of a True Ancestor and a Dead Apostle, she was created with the purpose of being Zhu Yue's successor, so it was natural that she should be given the surname of the Moon King.

With Zhu Yue dead, Eltruki is the Black Princess in the current Dead Apostles world.

Because of this, many Dead Apostle ancestors chose to surrender to her even if they did not deliberately win over her.

In terms of power alone, only Bai Yi Gong among the twenty-seven ancestors can rival him.

Considering that the other party has worked hard for many years to be on par with them, there is no problem in calling Eltruki the de facto apex of the Dead Apostles.

The Holy Church has also been taking strict precautions against it as one of the biggest threats.

That's why Eltrucci was puzzled by Roland's understatement.

The other party was able to call her by her title accurately, which showed that she was not really just an expatriate member who had just joined the church.

Logically speaking, as long as they are relevant personnel of the Holy Church, whether they are really passing by or coming with premeditated plans, it is impossible for them to have no reaction after she reveals this name.

Eltrucci's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, but before she could say anything, Roland's words interrupted her thinking.

"So, was that what you did?"

——When Roland asked this question, the girl seemed to realize something and turned her head.

The wall she was leaning on, under the church door on the left, was already covered with black and red blood.

The blood spread, and there was an unpleasant smell like a rotten magic potion. After the rotten broken arm with its skin attached to the bones slowly opened the door, the smell reached its peak.

If it were an ordinary person, it would not be surprising if his skin was burned by this corrosive gas.

Of course, before being burned, they might have collapsed on the ground and fainted because of the scene inside.

As the crack in the door was gradually widened by the living severed hand, a scene like the Nine Nether Hell was revealed inside.

In the strong aura of the dead, there were smeared flesh and blood and scattered limbs everywhere.

Even the face of the holy statue in the center was stained with a blood-colored luster that could not be removed.

Occasionally, there are a few heads that still have heads, but their faces are rotten and their eyeballs are bulging.

In their widely opened mouths, you can clearly see the blood-filled oral cavity and sharp canine teeth.

Ghoul.

The remnants of someone who died after being sucked by a Death Apostle, but came back to life because the other person's body fluids remained in the process of sucking blood.

In order to replenish their own bodies, they will instinctively eat the corpses of other people. If they have potential or are lucky enough, they may be able to regain a certain amount of intelligence and become living corpses.

But now, they are just a zombie.

Not to mention not being a human being, he can't even be considered as strong as a zombie.

When the sun shone through the crack in the door, although the wavelength of the sunset was longer and the damage caused would be much less than usual, many ghouls still roared for fresh flesh and blood while burning rapidly and turning into ashes.

"I remember that the probability of a ghoul appearing is one hundred to one. Although it may not be so accurate, judging from the fact that there was more than one just now... No wonder I didn't meet anyone along the way."

"I said it, after all, it's Sunday, and the church that can be used as a clue should not be so dilapidated."

"Humph."

Perhaps noticing Roland's eyes, Altluqi snorted unhappily.

"Whether you believe it or not, it has little to do with me."

The girl looked at the inhuman existence in the center of the church, which was twisted like a dead tree.

"I just heard some suspicious rumors, and I wanted to relax and see if I could run into those old friends I hadn't seen for a long time. In the end, I didn't expect to meet a corrupt priest."

"He came here alone with a heart of faith, but he was attacked by the Dead Apostles. Although he was rescued by the church in the end."

"But unfortunately, although he got the reward and the opportunity to contact the mystery, this incident did not seem to increase his faith. Instead, he worshipped the power of the Dead Apostles?"

Holding Fufu in his arms, Altluchi's face was full of irony.

"So, when his life was on the verge of death due to a terminal illness, this guy seemed to want to use the flesh and blood of the dead apostles that he had secretly hidden and fed until now, and cooperate with the believers in the town to complete the transformation. But in the end, this unconventional method only resulted in a monster."

"I was a little unhappy because I was deceived, and that shameless fool dared to pray for my power..."

"So, I killed him and his servants together."

Altluqi's tone was quite matter-of-fact.

"I see."

Roland sighed meaninglessly.

He was not doubting the authenticity of Altluqi's words. Not to mention the traces at the scene, the identity of the ancestor of the dead apostles was not so cheap.

Being sucked blood by them, even if it was simply eaten without the idea of ​​transformation, it would not be reduced to the lowest level of ghouls.

Not to mention Altluqi.

She has the title of the ruler of blood and contract. When she transforms the target into a servant, she can give the other party the power they want in a certain sense.

Therefore, she has very few followers, but they are all very powerful.

Even if the Dead Apostles controlled by the contract are transformed from mortals, the power of Alteroche will make them directly become powerful superior Dead Apostles.

Those who are already excellent will only be more exaggerated. In fact, Wallachia Night, one of the twenty-seven ancestors, was created in this way.

"In your words, he did not pass the test of his faith by the gods, so he ended up like this, right?"

Alteroche said this simply because she wanted to find an excuse to laugh at Roland and break the calm expression on his face.

But what she didn't expect was that Roland was not moved by the name of Kurohime, and this questioning of faith, not only did not make him angry, but he seriously agreed with her statement.

"Yeah... what a pity."

Persistence is often more important than hard work, and this is true for any choice.

Roland looked at his right hand and sighed.

"Tsk,"

Such a calm performance made Alteroche frown deeper, but she soon smiled again.

"Speaking of which, now that you know my true identity, what are you going to do now?"

"It's rare that the church has been quiet for a few days. I don't want to expose my whereabouts because of such a stupid thing, so I can't leave any witnesses who recognize me."

Alterluqi's tone was a little playful.

"However, considering that you are kind enough to send Fu Fu back, if you are willing to kneel at my feet, it is not impossible to let you go just like this..."

"That's not necessary--"

Roland waved his hand and said seriously: "Although this option is somewhat tempting, the timing is not very suitable."

"After all, no matter what, I am on the side of the Holy Church now."

"Really? In that case"

The girl pursed her thin red lips lightly, revealing a cold and cruel smile.

"--Kathy Palug, kill him!" (End of this chapter)