Symphony for the Insect Princess

Even Saenris had never seen such a scene! But before the horror overwhelmed his reason, he suddenly noticed a sense of incongruity.

(What smell!?)

The ground was covered in minced meat and blood, and the smell wasn't just bloody; it was also mingled with a subtle, strange odor, like cloyingly sweet honey...

"poison gas!?"

Thinking of this, Saenris hesitated for a moment, but still cautiously held his breath temporarily.

The physical strength of a great war spirit is at the peak of human strength. It cannot be affected by poisons and diseases, but exceptions do exist. One must never be careless when facing poison.

At this moment, Saenris was finally able to clear the confusion in his mind and think about the current situation.

Luna is dead.

Before she died, she kept repeating words like "I really love you" and "I'm sorry" as if she was confessing.

Then, at the moment she wanted to commit suicide, her body exploded.

Just now, when Luna tried to commit suicide, Saenris was unable to stop her because the circulation of magic power in his body suddenly stagnated and he hesitated for a moment. It seemed that he had been affected by the poison.

The poison gas was released from Luna's body when she self-destructed.

What happened before that?

"kiss……"

There is simply no more direct way for poison to be transmitted than the contact between lips and teeth and the contact of oral mucosa.

He had already been poisoned before Luna blew herself up. Although it was only a slight toxin, it did have an impact.

why?

Luna was obviously not willing to do this. She was instructed and forced by others and had no way to resist, so she did this. It was also because of this that she chose to die to atone for her sins under the pressure of guilt.

who is it?

It couldn't be more obvious.

"Why...are you even going to use my death to your advantage? Aisha!!!!!"

——These are the words she shouted at the moment before she died.

"How can it be……"

It is clearly a perfect creation created by a wise man using the cells of his deceased wife, so it should be obedient to him.

Why do we grow in a direction that goes against our own wishes?

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At night, 18:25——

“No…don’t…Aaaaaaaaaah!”

People wailing and trying to escape.

"Please, please, please—"

A person kneeling on the ground begging.

“It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!!!!!!!”

People who cry and scratch their skin.

"Cough cough... vomit... no..."

A person lying there in an ugly manner, coughing up blood.

Each one is so ugly.

So ugly, yet trying to stop myself.

If things like this shouldn't be killed, then there's nothing in the world that should be killed.

Just releasing your magic naturally can produce such an effect.

Any magic power, whether it is the small source magic power generated by oneself or the large source magic power absorbed from the outside world, will turn into a highly corrosive poison after being refined in the body.

While not as toxic as direct contact with one's own bodily fluids and skin, the toxicity can be altered by adjusting the concentration of magic power, which is convenient.

“You bastard—Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!”

A reckless guard roared and swung his sword. With the force of a high-level mage warrior, the wind easily split the corridor in half, but that was all. The effects of the flesh-strengthening potion hadn't worn off yet, and Aisia caught the magic-enhanced blade with her bare hands. With her free hand, she struck him at point-blank range with a modified Italian SPAS 15 MIL rifle, ripping a large hole through the body as it flew backward.

The miscellaneous soldiers have been cleared out.

Aisia had already reached the dungeon entrance, leaving only corpses in her wake.

The dungeon's door was made of fine steel that had been tempered a thousand times, had been enchanted with multiple layers of magic, had a tight seal, and was protected by a small barrier, but this was not a problem.

Putting away the beautiful sawed-off shotgun, she took out a new toy from her space ring.

"Times like this require heavy firepower..."

M500 revolver, empty gun mass 2.32kg, total length 457mm, caliber 12.7mm.

In its native Earth, it seemed to have the reputation of being a "hand cannon", but Aisia didn't care about that.

For her, an alchemist, the true power of a firearm depends more on the ammunition used.

Tips for Aisia's Specialized 12.7mm Armor-Piercing Explosive Bomb★

It looks no different from a .50 Magnum round, but has a large number of inscriptions engraved on its surface, which can significantly interfere with defensive barriers, usually helping the bullet to penetrate the barrier directly, and is also very suitable for penetrating armor.

The interior is filled with Aisia's special explosives, which was originally a by-product of the manufacture of corrosive agents, but after being modified, it has become a magic-driven high explosive, mixed with magic crystal fragments that are concentrated with a large amount of fire and wind elements.

The built-in ultra-micro barrier is used to keep high explosives stable, especially to prevent them from exploding instantly when fired in the barrel, and it also has a certain guiding effect when the bullet is flying.

Patent owned by Asia★

Rumble, rumble, rumble! ! ! !

With just one bullet, the strongest door in the City Lord's Mansion was blown open, leaving a large, irregular hole in the remains. The prisoners in the dungeon were startled, but before they could scream, the poisonous magic that permeated the air silenced them forever.

Although she had secretly come here many times for experimental materials, the heat and humidity in the dungeon still made Aisia frown. How dare they imprison Nairis in such a hellish place? Aisia regretted letting them die so easily.

"Nairis... hold on... I'm coming!!"

She shouted the maid's name, but there was no response. The poisonous magic released by Asia would not penetrate deeper, so it should not hurt her.

"Nairis? Nairis? Nairis!!!"

Finally arrived at the door of SCP-682's cell.

Aisia swallowed her saliva and blasted the cell door open with a low-powered bullet.

The cell was empty.

Chapter 65 Demon Knight Charlotte (mistake)

The cell was empty.

"……Eh?"

There was no pitiful girl kneeling on the wet floor as imagined.

All that greeted Aisia were four stone walls and a simple wooden bed in the corner.

Did you find the wrong one?

"This is……"

She picked up a very thin object from the ground - a silver-gray hair, obviously dropped by Nairis. No doubt she had been here not long ago, but now...

taken away?

Who will take him away?

Of course it’s the guards.

Where was he taken? To whom was he taken?

Needless to say?

If Saenris regarded her as the source of information about the great secret treasure, he would definitely interrogate her personally, and at that time he might use any means.

Maybe it's too late.

"Father... No, Saenris..."

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she had to cross her arms across her chest to try to suppress the anger boiling in her heart.

What needs to be done has been decided.

"Come on, let's settle both old and new grudges!"

Let’s take stock of the basic series of weapons that have been modified.

Tokarev pistol.

China-made Type 54.

Colt m1911.

Colt Python.

Desert Eagle.

M500 revolver.

Steyr 9mm tactical submachine gun

Kel-Tec KSG shotgun.

Italian SPAS 15 MIL combat shotgun.

Benelli M1 shotgun.

Protecta revolver shotgun.

Uzi submachine gun

German MP7 submachine gun.

M4A1 carbine.

AK-47 automatic rifle.

G36 assault rifle.

FR-F1 sniper rifle

Remington 700 rifle.

AWP sniper rifle.

Barrett M82A1 anti-material sniper rifle.

HK79 grenade launcher.

mgl-140 grenade launcher.

MP9 military sniper crossbow.

RPG-7 rocket launcher.

Dillon Aero M134D Vulcan cannon.

"Um……"

This is the only basic equipment.

There are also some special thermal weapons made with the essence of alchemy, which combine the strengths of many weapons from other worlds to create strange things. They are powerful, but may not be suitable for actual combat.

let's go!

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Fast forward a bit, into the night, 18:20——

"..."

"suck."

"..."

"suck."