Campione: Strongest Godslayer!-Chapter 291: Probing

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"Alert! Defensive formation! Concept Obfuscation Magecraft!" Lorelei waved her hand decisively, issuing a sharp command.

The instant the order was received, the Canticle Brigade began chanting in unison, their limbs moving simultaneously. The scene resembled a neatly choreographed tap dance at a grand ball.

A large-scale Combination Magecraft, its effect being the blurring of racial concepts, was suddenly activated. Infinite fluctuations abruptly spread out, enveloping the entire Canticle Brigade.

Lorelei drew the baton-like Mystic Code strapped to her waist—a conceptual Mystic Code that amplified her own and the team's magecraft coordination.

The reason the Canticle Brigade was also called the Chelon was partly due to this conceptual artifact. Through this baton, Lorelei could conduct the Canticle Brigade like an orchestra, allowing them to unleash terrifying "Grand Magic" symphonies.

However, even with the Canticle Brigade supporting her from behind, beads of cold sweat appeared on Lorelei's face.

The reason lay with that adorably foolish, tail-wagging White Beast.

The A++ rank human-slaying privilege was simply too overpowered.

"Adjutant, how many damaging attacks can the obfuscation of racial concepts withstand?" Lorelei asked gravely.

If she wanted to escape, a direct confrontation seemed inevitable. Therefore, she needed to know the exact data to formulate a countermeasure against Primate Murder.

"It can withstand three direct attacks from the privilege. The opponent is a melee type. It is advisable to engage from a distance with large-area attack spells," the adjutant immediately stated, drawing from experience gained in past battles against the White Beast.

"However, Lady Barthomeloi, both the Black Princess and the White Princess possess large-scale ranged attack methods according to intelligence. If we engage in a city-level spell bombardment duel..."

The adjutant said with a grave expression. Engaging in a battle of attrition and output against two True Ancestors was extremely unwise.

"Maintain distance and attack from afar! Facing a privilege that means instant death upon contact is far too dangerous," Lorelei gritted her teeth, her face dark as she gave the order.

The adjutant silently gestured to the Canticle Brigade, and the formation slowly began to change.

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"Look at this. They must have been tricked by Trhvmn into coming before us..." Haru looked teasingly at the Canticle Brigade standing in an orchestral formation ahead.

The Barthomeloi's generational pursuit of the Lord of the White Wing—Trhvmn Ortenrosse—was a widely known affair. Seeing the fully armed Canticle Brigade, how could Haru not know what had happened?

"Leave them to me! Merem probably spread the news of my recovered strength. This is likely Trhvmn's probing. So, just leave it to me," Altrouge narrowed her eyes, speaking with a fierce aura.

Although she knew the opponent was a hapless victim tricked by her sworn enemy, the Lord of the White Wing, Altrouge still didn't want to let Lorelei go.

One must know, the Barthomeloi were extremely hostile towards Dead Apostles.

They had cooperated with the Holy Church to hunt down a weakened Altrouge more than once or twice. Since she encountered them, how could she possibly let them go?

Moreover, if she didn't display some strength, given her understanding of the Lord of the White Wing, such probing attempts would be endless.

Altrouge certainly didn't want to play a game of hide-and-seek probing with the Lord of the White Wing every day.

Altrouge lightly lifted her small foot, slowly taking a step forward.

With this step, her original fourteen-year-old loli appearance gradually matured. In a short while, a graceful and beautiful young woman of about seventeen or eighteen appeared before everyone.

"I eagerly anticipate it—when this generation's beautiful~ young heiress of Barthomeloi is turned into a Dead Apostle, what kind of furious expression will she reveal?"

Altrouge looked teasingly at Lorelei, her gaze fixed on that fair, slender neck, slowly licking the corner of her mouth.

Lorelei raised an eyebrow, but her expression immediately returned to calm. She looked coldly at Altrouge, who was slowly approaching, and raised her hands.

Her left hand was held slightly lower, her right hand tightly gripping the baton—entirely the posture of a conductor about to strike up a musical piece.

The next instant, Altrouge's figure abruptly vanished.

Lorelei's arm also instantly pressed down, and the Canticle Brigade chanted the incantation in unison.

Sky-obscuring, blood-red magical power clashed with the roaring gale.

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Just as Altrouge and Lorelei began their battle, behind Haru, footsteps slowly sounded.

"Altrouge, you're probably not the only one being probed, right?" Haru turned around, looking with interest at the figures gradually approaching from behind.

"—Grrr~ Awooo~ Roar"

Over a hundred pitch-black ferocious beasts slowly advanced towards Haru and the others. And behind these beasts, a short-haired, middle-aged white man, wearing a blue windbreaker over a black sweater, approached expressionlessly.

His chest, as if covered by shadow, continuously had the heads of pitch-black demonic beasts emerge from it.

And behind him, hundreds of Dead Apostles, their faces showing bloodthirsty madness, gradually approached.

"This form?" Haru shrugged, sizing up the middle-aged white man at the forefront.

"Haru, it's Nrvnqsr! Nrvnqsr Chaos!" Arcueid turned her head, looking coldly at Nrvnqsr.

"The Tenth Ancestor!" Fou tensed its body slightly, watching Nrvnqsr ahead.

"Hmm, one against three? A bit tricky. But it's just a probe," Nrvnqsr stated indifferently, questioning Haru.

Tenth Ancestor, Nrvnqsr Chaos.

A heretical Magus who became an Ancestor of Dead Apostles through magical research. His specialty was ambushing enemies with various ferocious beasts formed by combining the genes of the 666 beasts within his own body.

If it was for probing abilities, he was indeed the best candidate.

After all, the being named Nrvnqsr was composed of 666 beasts, thus possessing 666 lives. And as long as one beast survived, he could revive again—making him a nearly immortal existence.

The premise was not encountering conceptual abilities that transcended his own, like the "Mystic Eyes of Death Perception."

Suddenly, Nrvnqsr stopped a hundred meters from Haru, his face becoming grave. Composed of beasts, he had long since lost his original human personality. What stood here now was merely a monster controlled by the minds of 666 beasts.

And now, all the beasts within his body were instinctively trembling; they were all terrified of the young man before them.

Therefore, he turned his head slightly, and adhering to the animalistic trait of seeking advantage and avoiding harm, spoke to the Dead Apostles beside him.

"Go. As long as you kill him, Trhvmn will release his control over you, allowing you to become free Dead Apostles!"

"Kill him!!!"

"Blood! I want to drink his blood!!"

"I want freedom! Freedom to drink blood!!"

Hundreds of Dead Apostles, brandishing their claws, baring their savage fangs, howled and lunged forward.

Five kilometers away, on a certain barren mountain, shadows slowly enveloped the entire peak.

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