Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

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He froze.

Completely stunned.

"you……"

The clone stuttered for a moment, while Alman withdrew his gaze, looking at his nose and his heart, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Elsa glanced at him without stopping.

"Wait, wait! I, I! You are me, right? You are me, right?!!!"

The clone suddenly screamed hysterically. He struggled and shouted at Alman, but Elsa ignored him and dragged him out.

Gu Leiwen, standing by, was dumbfounded. How could this possibly be? The leader hadn't resisted the Devil Nun at all, instead appearing eager to see her, even offering a treasure? And then he was killed so easily and swiftly?

Alman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't understand why his clone was acting like a fool, daring to prance around in front of Elsa without any support. What was going on? Was he thinking he wasn't dying fast enough, or that Elsa's fists weren't strong enough?

At first he thought his clone would have some special preparations?

Is this the result?

I scared myself for nothing.

Alman became tough again at this time.

……

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526, Destiny (4K1)

Watching the clone disappear from his sight, Alman's tense heartstrings finally relaxed. He couldn't help but shake his head, feeling sad and empathetic - after all, this "self" who was about to die was indeed a part of him.

It would be great if I could recover a portion of the original bloodline in the clone after its death.

That part of the original bloodline is very important to him. It is not just about restoring his strength, it is also the key to the secret method of splitting himself into two bodies - if the original bloodline is recovered, then the future escape plan will be more certain.

But it doesn't take much of a brain to know that Elsa would definitely not agree.

Thinking of this, Alman sighed and suppressed the little thought in his heart.

But he was more relieved. Although he hadn't gained anything else, at least from now on, there would no longer be a dangerous factor as intelligent as himself, one that knew his habits and thoughts intimately. Today, his clone would die here, as would all the old members of the organization. Of course, this had nothing to do with him, and it only made him feel more at ease. Next, he had to carefully plan how to escape from Elsa Faris.

"Oh? So you got something?"

At this time, Alman heard Tricia's slightly surprised voice. He looked up and saw a familiar that looked like a squirrel running towards him, holding a small box. It climbed up Tricia's long skirt and Tricia's arm with a few flutters, and then presented a box to Tricia.

Alman looked at the exquisitely crafted black wood and silver-rimmed box, which looked quite familiar. Then he remembered - wasn't this the box that his clone had just taken out and wanted to present to Lady Faris?

What's in it?

Alman couldn't help but wonder why his clone suddenly wanted to offer a treasure to Elsa. Was he trying to beg her for mercy? If so, then the contents of the box were definitely something extraordinary.

This also made him look over there.

The squirrel opened the box. The box was covered with a layer of soft velvet, and in the middle lay a pair of... boxing gloves?

Why boxing gloves?

Alman didn't quite understand, but he saw Tricia had already picked up the boxing gloves, paused, and smiled.

“It’s actually a good thing.”

nice one.

Something that can be called a "good thing" by the secret sage must not be simple - Alman stared at the boxing gloves with wide eyes, but could not see anything. The boxing gloves were gray and white all over, and looked ordinary at first glance. They seemed a bit out of place in such an exquisite box. Apart from that, there was only a hint of indescribable aura emanating from them.

But since Tricia said it was a good thing, it must be a good thing.

Alman couldn't help but complain in his heart.

He knew very well that he did not have this thing in his own treasury, so he must have obtained it from the old leader's relics.

It seems that this clone of his has really obtained a lot from the old leader, but unfortunately, those things will probably be taken away soon.

……

Elsa didn't kill Alman outright because she needed to confirm crucial information with him: the mysterious figure suspected to be a remnant of the Demon King's army. Alman and the old leader were merely pawns of that figure, and only by finding that mysterious figure could all this be concluded.

In addition, if Alman could cooperate and gather all the subordinates who were sent out, it would save Elsa from having to look for them one by one.

Alman was dragged out of the cave and left lying on his stomach in the snow.

He looked quite disheveled now, just like a homeless vagrant - his hair that hadn't been groomed for a long time made him look a little sloppy, and now he was dragged all the way, his body and face were covered with dust and dirt. But even so, he didn't resist, but just muttered like a possessed person.

"Impossible, impossible! It's not like this, it shouldn't be like this... That... could it be me? Is it really me? Where did I come from... Could it be... I'm not dead? Why am I not dead? Everything is clearly gone..."

Aisha frowned and watched Alman's every move.

Realizing that his original self hadn't died, but had betrayed him—could this be so terrifying? Could it be so terrifying? Becky's master wasn't so fragile. He didn't fully break down until his original self was devoured by his clone. Of course, his clone also broke down when Elsa killed it.

No, to be honest, there seemed to be something wrong with Alman's clone from the very beginning. There was an indescribable weird feeling, and it felt like they were completely different people from Alman's original body.

Looking at Alman's crazy look, Elsa couldn't help but wonder - is this guy crazy?

Or is it just pretending? Acting?

why?

Elsa didn't want to speculate, nor did she have the heart to waste time chatting with Armando. She thrust her silver spear against Armando's forehead and asked directly, "I don't have time to waste. Gather all your men now. Either surrender immediately and I'll spare your lives for now, or wait for me to come after you one by one. But by then, I don't know how much patience I'll have left."

After a pause, Aisha continued, "Also, the man who provided you with the black branches—he had a deal with your old leader. I want to know his identity and whereabouts."

Alman looked up at Aisha blankly.

silence.

Elsa narrowed her eyes slightly, and a very strange feeling filled her. She saw that Alman's eyes were not looking at her, but just happened to be looking in her direction. In fact, Alman's eyes had no focus at all, as if he was looking at something that did not belong to this world.

Naturally, he completely ignored Aisha's words and didn't respond, continuing to mutter to himself.

"That's not what the prophecy says... Yes, prophecy... prophecy!"

There was finally some joy on Alman's face. He hurriedly got up from the ground, took out a book from his clothes, and found a very flat parchment from the pages.

He unfolded the parchment nervously.

He was looking for a prophecy that would allow him, not another self, to survive.

However, before he could take a closer look, Elsa pierced the entire book with a single shot, picked it up, and easily took the book and parchment into her hands. Elsa glanced at it casually. The book was very thick and quite old, but no matter how you looked at it, it was just a very common storybook.

The parchment was a little different. The handwriting on it was densely packed yet very casual, the layout was strange, and the pages were incomplete, like a stack of drafts or some kind of essay.

Elsa didn't see what was special about it at first glance, but she had already guessed that this ordinary-looking parchment should be the "treasure" that Nurak and Lasati mentioned, but Elsa had not yet figured out what the mystery was.

At this moment, Alman suddenly became angry.

"Give it back to me, give me back my things!"

Alman was like a hound whose meat was snatched away. He roared wildly and pounced on Elsa, his sharp claws piercing Elsa's face. Elsa did not dodge or evade. She shook the spear in her hand lightly, and in an instant it hit Alman's neck. Alman instinctively turned into blood mist, but in his eyes, the silver spear appeared in front of him as if it had teleported.

It’s too late to hide.

With a dull thud, the spear swung sideways, splitting Alman's spine into a strange arc. He flew backward, tumbling and tumbling, creating a wave of snow dozens of meters long. He broke a cedar tree that could have been hugged by four people, and the snow fell with a crackling sound, wood chips flew everywhere, leaving a bloody mess on the ground. Alman struggled hard to get up, but Elsa appeared in front of him and kicked him down.

Bang.

Half of his head was stuck in the mud at a strange angle, and all the magic power in his body was sealed, but he was still screaming like a madman.

"Give it back to me! Give it back to me now!!"

"This thing seems very important to you? Answer my questions and I will return it to you."

Elsa waved the parchment in front of Alman. Only half of Alman's eye was exposed above the soil. His bloodshot eyes stared at the parchment, as if this was the only thing in his eyes. He looked quite crazy.

At this time, Tricia also left the cave. Her servants had searched the entire cave. The old leader left behind a large amount of property, which was quite a gain.

Alman followed him out and was shocked to see his clone looking crazy.

What the hell? This crazy person is me?

To be honest, he himself couldn't believe it. He thought of himself as a person with an extremely patient, cautious, sophisticated and non-aggressive character. How could he have such a crazy and reckless side?

Tricia looked in Aisha's direction with a suspicious look in her eyes.

Alman has been working under Elsa for quite some time, and Tricia naturally knows what kind of person he is. But one is the real person and the other is a clone, so why do they give people such different feelings?

"What do you want to know...?"

After Alman's clone struggled uncontrollably and finally spoke, Aisha repeated what she had just said.

"it is good!"

Alman agreed without thinking, his eyes still fixed on the parchment.

……

It's a bit regrettable that Alman knows very little about the mysterious man.

"...She has only appeared once since the old chief's death. She found me and asked me to go to Bolmo Harbor. She promised to help me and my men leave the mainland. This is what she left for me, for communication."

Aisha received a small square box from Alman.

The box is square and made of metal.

"This is a magical communication device, but the one she gave me can only receive messages. Once the message is read, it will be immediately deleted. However, she said that she will contact me later, so this thing will definitely light up again one day in the future."

Alman said, his eyes shifting to the parchment scroll in Aisha's hand, gritting his teeth, "I can tell you how to use it and how to read the message on it, but you have to return my things to me."

Obviously, the communication runes used by this magic device are different, and they need to be replaced in a specific way in order to understand the content. This is also a commonly used encryption method.

Elsa was very decisive and threw the parchment directly to Alman. Elsa was not worried that Alman would go back on his word, because Alman could not escape. Moreover, everything she was doing now was not only to obtain intelligence, but also to continuously weaken Alman's mental defenses.

Physical injuries, immense fatigue, constant negative emotions, and the hope of compromise or surrender can all weaken a person's will. A loss of will means a weakening of the mental defenses—as long as this line of defense becomes weak enough, even if he is a vampire marquis, Tricia can forcibly hypnotize him and read his memory.

Alman held the parchment in his arms as if it were a treasure, quickly spread it out and searched inside.

He seemed to be possessed by a demon, searching for records that might be related to himself.

Elsa stood aside without saying a word. She returned the parchment to Alman to see what was so special about it.

But Alman neither cast any magic nor made any other movements, he just watched.

Elsa also looked at the parchment and read the contents. However, as she read, she found that the words on it were incomprehensible - the words were actually changing as she read.

Huh?

A word that can change? Interesting.

Before Aisha could take a closer look, Alman suddenly let out a shrill scream—

"what--"

He was seen clutching the parchment tightly, his eyes bloodshot. He stared at the parchment, his face changing horribly.

"How, how could it be possible——fate, why would fate change!? It shouldn't be possible!"

The words on the parchment were changing in strange, incomprehensible ways. The first time I glanced at it, it looked one way, the next time, it looked another. The words had clearly never changed in all that time, yet now, in a single moment, they had changed several times. He was stunned, not knowing what was happening.

Can destiny be rewritten?

"No!! Impossible!"

Alman raised the parchment above his head like a madman, staring at the contents on it.

Elsa frowned slightly and looked away.

At this moment, Alman suddenly found that the words on the parchment were frozen again.

All of them were things he had never seen before.

But his eyes were fixed on one of the paragraphs, and fear could not be suppressed in his eyes.

Because his name is there.

And the date of his death.

Just today.

The person who killed him was Aisha Faris.

"His mental defenses have almost collapsed."