Chapter 134 : Controllable?
Chapter 134: Controllable?
That exaggerated purple slit dress, those proud curves she didn’t forget to show off even while escaping, and that enchanting face filled with disdain.
Other than Camilla, who went around talking about “snatching the Queen” all day, who else could it be?
Lilia was stunned. “What are you doing here?”
Came to watch the show?
“Cut the nonsense.”
Camilla shot her a glare, as if looking at a brat playing with fire. “I don’t feel like watching you turn into one of those freaks’ test subjects.”
“Come with me!”
After saying that—
Camilla didn’t give her any choice.
Those long legs strode forward, dragging Lilia along like a dead dog as they sprinted toward the side rear of the ruin.
The enemies caught in hallucinations all screamed and made way when Camilla passed, as if they had seen something terrifying.
Lilia stumbled as she was dragged along.
She glanced back.
Within the pink mist, the red-robed deacon she had punched into the wall seemed to be struggling to crawl out.
And above, on the higher altar, an even more terrifying, massive shadow was slowly forming.
That was something her current strength absolutely couldn’t contend with.
“Lucky you.”
Lilia silently raised a middle finger in her heart.
Just wait.
Once she called for backup and brought Hera here—
She’d blow this entire ruin sky-high!
“Still looking?!”
Sensing Lilia’s distraction, Camilla tugged her hard, annoyed. “Are you tired of living?”
Two figures, one purple and one black—
Quickly vanished into the boundary between mist and night.
Leaving behind only chaos, and a group of believers still grinding against thin air in delirium.
Deep within the ruin.
The red-robed deacon who had just pulled himself out of the wall clutched his collapsed face, letting out a beast-like roar.
“Find… find them…”
“I’ll tear them… to pieces!!!”
They ran wildly for a full five minutes.
Only when the nauseating smell of blood and the sweet scent of the pink mist gradually faded, and the howls of the fanatics became distant—
Did Camilla suddenly stop.
Lilia, who had been dragged behind like a kite, nearly face-planted into the bushes from the abrupt stop.
“Cough, cough…”
She looked up at the woman in purple before her, whose hair wasn’t even slightly disheveled.
Camilla released Lilia’s wrist, then even pulled out a lace handkerchief from her skirt pocket with visible disgust, carefully wiping the spot where she had grabbed Lilia earlier.
“You…”
Lilia straightened up, the anger she had just suppressed rising again.
“Explain.”
Ignoring her current disheveled state, Lilia sat down on a nearby rock, her red eyes locking onto Camilla as her tone turned icy.
“So many missing people. Such a massive excavation project.”
Lilia pointed toward the ruin in the distance, still emitting that eerie red glow.
“Don’t tell me this is part of your business too.”
Although Camilla had previously admitted involvement in human trafficking “channels,” the scale here clearly went far beyond making a little extra money.
This was stockpiling forces—building a rebellious army!
If Camilla was truly involved in something like this—
Lilia’s fingers subtly moved toward the blade handle at her thigh.
Even if she couldn’t win, she’d have to peel off this layer of truth today and report back to Hera.
“Heh.”
After finishing wiping her hand, Camilla casually tossed the expensive handkerchief onto the ground.
She turned around, looking down at the wary Lilia, her seductive eyes rolling in a perfect eye-roll.
“If I really wanted to harm you, I’d be sitting on a stool nearby cheering, then step in and kick you a few more times after you’ve been chopped into minced meat.”
Camilla flicked her long purple curls, her tone full of helplessness and mockery.
“Lilia, what exactly is inside your head?”
“If I were the mastermind behind this, would I be standing here talking nonsense with you? Wouldn’t it be easier to just tie you up?”
Lilia was momentarily speechless.
That… did make sense.
“Then why are you here?”
Lilia didn’t fully drop her guard, only moving her hand slightly away from the blade. “Don’t tell me you were out for a stroll and just happened to pass by this godforsaken place.”
“I came to save a certain suicidal idiot.”
Camilla snorted, crossing her arms, her striking curves forming an eye-catching silhouette even in the night.
“And I didn’t expect that you, a maid who usually seems pretty clever, would have guts this big.”
At that, Camilla looked Lilia up and down as if observing a rare specimen.
“Alone. One blade.”
“And you dared to charge in!”
Camilla clicked her tongue and shook her head.
“Lilia, should I praise your courage, or scold your lack of brains?”
“Do you even know what that place is?”
“That’s an ‘Old God’ altar! A black magic formation of that level—once activated—even a regular army might not make it out intact.”
Lilia’s face flushed.
She had indeed acted on impulse earlier.
But in that situation—watching those children being thrown in as fuel—
What modern person with even a shred of conscience could hold back?
“Stop changing the subject.”
Lilia forcefully steered the conversation back. She refused to admit in front of this succubus that she had acted recklessly out of emotion.
“Since you know this is a base of the Immortality Society, and you know about this so-called Old God altar—”
“Then why didn’t you report it earlier?”
“If Hera… Her Majesty knew something like this existed right under her nose, she would’ve already blown this place apart.”
The more Lilia spoke, the more something felt off.
The scale here was terrifying.
From that brief glance earlier, there were already thousands of laborers on the outer perimeter alone—not to mention the armored beastman guards and those tireless bio-engineered monsters.
A force of this magnitude—if it suddenly launched an attack—could truly threaten the Palace of Eternal Night.
“Report it?”
Camilla stepped closer, bending down as her alluring face approached Lilia’s.
“Little cutie, you’ve been by the Queen’s side for so long and still don’t understand?”
“Organizations like this—claiming territory, dabbling in dark magic, shouting ‘I’ll become the god of a new world’—there are hundreds if not thousands of them in the Abyss.”
“Destroy one today, and three more pop up tomorrow.”
Camilla extended a finger and poked Lilia’s forehead.
“I haven’t fully figured out everything here yet, but I can responsibly tell you this.”
“For now, it’s still within a controllable range.”
“Controllable?”
Lilia’s eyes widened as she pointed toward the massive pillar of ominous red light in the distance.
“That thing is practically punching a hole in the sky, and you call that controllable?”
“Big sister, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the word ‘out of control’?”
Camilla straightened up and shrugged indifferently.
“Even if they doubled their numbers, and even if that so-called ‘god’ really crawled out—”
“It would just take a single high-tier forbidden spell.”