Chapter 772
Miss Alistair’s Rampage!
“…As many as you want?”
Prince Xiardo subconsciously murmured, “How is that possible? His money didn’t just blow in with the wind…”
He suddenly realized something, his eyes widening, “Could it be… counterfeit money?”
“You still don’t understand—living in the Victorious Palace, you lack a bit of political common sense and social experience. If the counterfeit money the Count manufactured is not investigated by anyone, then it’s as good as real; as long as people can buy things with it, its value still exists.”
The middle-aged inspector subconsciously wanted to refute Prince Xiardo’s words, in order to show a higher status and broader knowledge before that lady. “The loan sharks set by the goblins are causing the entire economy of Star Antinomy to collapse. Our Star Antinomy’s wealth is being siphoned overseas by the goblins through various means.
“And the great Count realized this and issued a large number of ‘imitation gold coins’ that flowed into the market through various channels, thereby diluting the damage caused by loans to the economy and reducing the value of wealth the goblins were plundering. After their debts were repaid, and Star Antinomy’s prices had increased several times over, it meant they didn’t take much from Star Antinomy.
“You must know that without the Count’s protection, Star Antinomy’s market would have long been ruined by those damned goblins—they don’t understand anything! Yet they still dare to be so condescending here!”
The more the middle-aged inspector spoke, the more mentally excited he became, his blood boiling. “We are all doing this for the Count! Everyone believes in the Count!”
His heart was pounding, his face flushed purple, and veins bulged on his forehead. His emotions became increasingly agitated, as if he had drunk too much, a faint scent of alcohol on his breath.
“Oh?”
The lady, however, as if discovering something, suddenly stared intently at his face and eyes for a moment.
Suddenly, she smiled and said gracefully, “Could you open the car door for me?”
“As you wish, Madam.”
The middle-aged inspector’s eyes no longer held any trace of Prince Xiardo. A pink halo almost completely filled his pupils.
Without even looking at him, he eagerly opened the car door for the woman sitting in the back.
As the lady emerged, her beautiful and dignified appearance, shining in the morning sun, made him dizzy.
The middle-aged inspector had completely forgotten about finding a way to arrest Prince Xiardo. Instead, he eagerly followed the young lady towards the police station, step by step. As the last wisp of pink aura consumed the dark red light of the path in his eyes, only one person and one matter remained in his mind.
Alistair smiled with satisfaction.
This was the effect of her using “Enchantment Card: Charm Aura” with triple mana amplification.
[Triple·Spell Potency: All effects of this spell are enhanced.]
Since it wasn’t five times the mana, the priority did not increase. However, the spell’s inherent effect was indeed enhanced.
—It seems the enhanced effect is quite obvious now.
Even as Alistair walked towards the police officers, a faint pink halo began to seep into their pupils.
“Sir,” Alistair casually pointed at one of them, “Could you kill him for me?”
“As you wish, Madam.”
The middle-aged inspector unhesitatingly drew his service pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger at the man who was also staring at Alistair in a trance, frozen in place.
Unlike the small-caliber handguns of Avalon—the inspector’s was a loud, ice-cold, jet-black pistol.
The target offered no resistance, and blood splattered from his forehead, exploding into a mist of blood behind his head!
“Hmm, next kill this one.”
Alistair pointed at another female police officer.
This time, the other party seemed to react—she vaguely covered her forehead and also drew her pistol from her waist.
She instantly aimed at Alistair, but after a brief hesitation, she shifted the muzzle towards the middle-aged inspector beside her and opened fire.
But in that moment of hesitation, the middle-aged inspector’s pistol had already fired, instantly killing her.
Her shot deviated slightly, pointing directly at Alistair.
However, Alistair did not react at all.
—[Bullet Protection], [Slash Protection], [Weak Point Reinforcement], [Extreme Cold Shield].
Four simple protective rituals had already been cast on herself using mana through material-less ritual means before Alistair even got out of the car.
As the bullet approached Alistair’s right eye, it suddenly froze in mid-air.
A cyan snowflake-shaped light screen appeared out of nowhere, blocking the bullet. And a semi-transparent emerald green light shield vaguely appeared in front of Alistair’s eyes, protecting her vital areas.
As a result, the large-caliber bullet could do nothing except create a slowly disappearing snowflake pattern in front of Alistair.
Alistair looked at the middle-aged inspector, intending to test the limits of the enhanced Charm Aura—
“Can you die for me, sir?”
Her voice was ethereal and hoarse, like the narration of a whispered fairy tale.
“…As you wish, Madam.”
After a brief pause and struggle, the middle-aged inspector, whose pupils were completely filled with pink, pointed the muzzle at his own temple and pulled the trigger.
Three shots in rapid succession!
—Bang! Bang! Bang!
This Blood Lord, with his incredibly strong life force, did not die immediately after three shots—he staggered, inserted the gun into his mouth, and pressed it against his upper palate.
—Bang!
Only then did he finally fall to the ground.
This last shot finally alerted the operator inside the “Cordon”.
As the ventilation opened, gun barrels extended and began firing ferociously at Alistair!
The storm of bullets sprayed by the machine gun shattered in front of Alistair, emitting a pleasant shattering ice sound—yet it couldn’t even budge her, standing still.
This made Alistair somewhat disappointed.
She had been quite interested in the “Cordon” originally…
“—Enchanted bullets?”
She couldn’t help but remind, “Are you asleep?”
Immediately after, it seemed someone sobered up—the bullets were instantly enchanted with fire, turning into a dense fire rain!
The ice shield in front of Alistair rapidly melted under the fiery bullets, but she revealed a satisfied smile.
“Not bad, that’s the effect…”
Facing the rapidly melting shield, Alistair raised her left hand, and the Book of Law appeared above her left hand. She quickly flipped to a page.
But until the very end, Alistair did not use it.
Because gradually, the barrage from the “Cordon” thinned, and then completely disappeared. Only high-speed rotating gun barrels, emitting white smoke, gradually stopped spinning.
Just now, during the succubus’s perception temporarily gained after she used “Charm Aura,” the controllers inside those heavy and terrifying war fortresses were lit up one by one—when the “Cordon” opened its “windows” and fired at her simultaneously, the aroma that was already slowly penetrating flowed even faster.
Originally, Alistair had intended to use “Star Ice” to create an unbreakable ice shield, but it seemed… she wouldn’t need it now.
The clearing effect of Charm Aura was so terrifying that all the other means Alistair had prepared became unusable.
For a moment, she felt a little disheartened.
Since when… did I become such a powerful expert?
These police officers were all Extraordinary. Many of them were even strong individuals who had reached the Third Tier.
But they all turned into unconscious puppets, standing still.
However, since they were standing here, they had likely already chosen their side.
Then let’s end this battle quickly—if it could even be called a battle.
“—Look here.”
Alistair slowly extended her right hand, then snapped her fingers.
“Kill each other, consider it for me… all right?”
She put on a sweet, perfunctory business smile and said.
It was merely a moment of calm.
The next moment, a brutal war erupted on the street—
Someone suddenly drew their gun and shot their colleague next to them in the head; a ferocious Familiar suddenly appeared in the void and embraced the person who just fired; those who mastered ritual magic used the baby skulls they hid on themselves to unleash a Cursed Infant; a Scammer transformed into another self, while a Blood Mage drew their own blood to imitate a Mage’s fireball.
But none of this could compare to the war fortresses— The machine gun reactivated and swept, rotating like a fan, felling a large group of people in an instant. But then it suddenly stopped—because fierce battles were also breaking out inside the war fortress.
Alistair took Prince Xiardo from the seat in front of her and led him into the police station.
Occasionally, spells and bullets would fly over—but the bullets were all blocked by Alistair, and those weak spells, at most Second Tier, were easily dissolved by her casual flick from a distance.
Prince Xiardo’s gaze was fixed on the cruel and insane infighting on the street.
Inside the police station, new obstacles continuously emerged—but they would either suddenly freeze after firing a few shots, or become entranced before they could even launch an attack. And as Alistair gracefully gestured in the air like a conductor, their muzzles turned towards their companions and they fired without hesitation.
Without any screams of pain or sorrow, blood quickly soaked the hallway.
Wherever Alistair passed, there was no organized resistance.
The areas with stronger defenses were actually the ones that collapsed faster…
Even an Extraordinary of the Fourth Tier, upon rounding a corner and approaching Alistair, was captured and ordered to commit suicide—it was more reliable for him to kill himself nearby than to risk him regaining his self-awareness if he strayed too far from Alistair.
As they ventured deeper, the reason why these police officers stood guard outside but did not go on missions became clear—it wasn’t just Inspector Vena who was under house arrest; at least half of the police officers were locked inside by rituals and barriers.
When they first saw the intense battle outside through the small doors, they rushed out excitedly, their mouths moving silently. Even if their voices couldn’t be heard, their attitude showed… they hoped for someone outside to rescue them. And when they saw Prince Xiardo, this attitude became even more urgent.
But when they noticed Alistair walking in front of Prince Xiardo, and their former colleagues who were killing each other like madmen, their expressions suddenly became cautious and hesitant.
—Are they truly our allies?
Prince Xiardo frowned, his face displaying a complex expression of disbelief.
Finally, he turned to Alistair, hesitant to speak, but then earnestly asked:
“…Excuse me, are you the witch who brings war, Miss Alistair?”
“Good question.”
Alistair countered, “Do you think this is the antonym of ‘a saint who saves the world’?”
Prince Xiardo hesitated for a moment, but his expression already provided the answer: Undoubtedly.
Alistair smiled happily.
Though it was only for a brief moment, a faint pink halo began to appear in Prince Xiardo’s pupils.
“Then undoubtedly—”
She affirmed, “I am a bad woman, who will stop at nothing to achieve her goals…”
Because they encountered no obstacles and proceeded smoothly, they reached Inspector Vena’s office in the blink of an eye.
Alistair casually took a pistol from the hip of the police officer guarding Inspector Vena, who had been on guard at his door until now but was now motionlessly standing. She handed it to Prince Xiardo beside her.
“And you? Do you have such determination, Your Highness?”
The bad woman’s hand rested steadily on the gun, the corner of her mouth curling slightly, and she murmured in a low voice, “Want to… give it a try?”
(End of this chapter)
