Chapter 135 : Forced Growth
Chapter 135: Forced Growth
“You wouldn’t even need Her Majesty to act personally. Just bring that stupid dragon from Blackstone Fortress over and have it breathe a couple of fire blasts—everything would be cleaned up.”
Lilia opened her mouth, but found herself speechless.
In her eyes, this terrifying force that could trigger a coup—
Was nothing more than a group of ants that hadn’t yet grown strong, in Camilla’s eyes?
“Fine, you know more, you call the shots.”
Lilia took a deep breath, trying to suppress the urge to complain. “Since everything is within a controllable range, why didn’t you act with me just now?”
“If we teamed up—you controlling the field with illusions from behind while I cut through them in front—that wave might’ve wiped those monsters out directly.”
“Did you really have to watch me almost get turned into a sieve before stepping in for a ‘beauty saving the damsel’ scene?”
Lilia looked at Camilla in confusion.
This didn’t seem like her style.
Since Camilla had come, she clearly intended to deal with this problem.
That earlier situation had obviously been the perfect harvesting moment.
Hearing this, Camilla’s expression froze for a moment.
Then she looked at Lilia with an even stranger gaze—one filled with speechlessness.
“How was I supposed to act?”
“My dear lady, my plan was to infiltrate using illusions, locate their core magic formation, then tamper with key nodes so their so-called summoning ritual would explode on its own.”
“Win without bloodshed—do you understand?”
Camilla pointed toward the direction of the ruin, almost laughing from frustration.
“While I was still figuring out how to sneak into the altar unnoticed—”
“Boom!”
“You just charged in and punched their high priest into the wall!”
Camilla spread her hands, her tone filled with utter helplessness.
“That punch of yours felt great, sure.”
“But it also completely blew up the entire ruin’s defense system! Thousands of people instantly entered combat mode, and all the defensive magic formations that were in standby got activated.”
“How the hell was I supposed to infiltrate after that?!”
“If I didn’t hurry up and drag you out, was I supposed to wait for them to chop you into pieces?”
Silence fell.
Lilia blinked.
Then blinked again.
It seemed…
Maybe…
Possibly…
That was actually true?
Her earlier move had been a bit… too reckless?
What should have been a technical operation had been turned into a demolition job by her.
“Cough, cough…”
Lilia guiltily looked away, pretending to admire the scenery. “Well… I couldn’t hold back.”
“And I didn’t expect them to react that fast…”
This was indeed awkward.
The succubus was playing high-level strategy, while she had gone with brute force.
And the force hadn’t even fully crushed them—she almost got overwhelmed by sheer numbers.
“Forget it.”
Camilla waved her hand, clearly unwilling to dwell on it. “Anyway, that red-robed guy took your punch. He’s not dead, but he’s half-crippled.”
“The ritual was forcibly interrupted. That half-finished ‘god’ probably won’t come out anytime soon.”
Lilia let out a sigh of relief.
Good.
Even if the process had been messy, at least she hadn’t completely ruined everything.
As long as that so-called “Old God” didn’t emerge, those believers were just high-level cannon fodder.
“So what now?”
Lilia brushed the dirt off her backside and stood up.
Awkward or not, the problem still had to be solved.
Since they had already alerted the enemy, they had to change their approach.
“Call for backup?”
Lilia asked tentatively. “Bring in the Royal Guard? Or have that… dragon from Blackstone Fortress come and clear the area?”
Though she personally preferred calling Hera directly.
After all, the real boss was literally attached to her.
But that secret couldn’t be revealed to Camilla.
Camilla glanced toward the ruin. That massive black shadow hadn’t fully formed, but the oppressive aura it emitted was growing stronger.
“Calling for backup might be too late.”
For once, Camilla’s expression turned serious.
“After that disturbance, they’ll definitely accelerate the ritual. These lunatics will do anything to succeed.”
“If we wait until dawn…”
She didn’t finish, but the meaning was clear.
It had to be resolved tonight.
At that moment—
A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from deep within the ruin.
It didn’t sound like any known magical beast. It was more like metal grinding from the depths of hell, sharp enough to make one’s teeth ache.
Immediately after—
A dark red shockwave burst out from the center of the altar, sweeping outward in all directions.
The surrounding trees fell in unison like wheat cut by a scythe.
“Holy—!”
Lilia barely managed to curse.
The next second—
She saw the red-robed deacon she had punched into the wall earlier.
Now floating in midair.
His body had completely twisted and deformed. Countless black tentacles burst out from beneath his skin, writhing wildly.
And behind him—
A horrifying giant, dozens of meters tall, composed of countless corpses and stones, was slowly rising.
The giant had no head.
But on its chest—
There was a massive mouth.
Inside that mouth, it was chewing on a squad of beastman guards who hadn’t managed to retreat in time.
Crunch. Crunch.
The bone-chilling sound of chewing echoed clearly through the night.
“Uh…”
“They sacrificed their own life force to forcibly accelerate that monster’s growth!”
Lilia swallowed hard.
This thing…
Seemed a bit beyond the definition of “controllable,” didn’t it?
She subconsciously touched her ring.
“Master…”
“Dear boss…”
“If you don’t step in now, your personal little cotton jacket is about to become that monster’s midnight snack!”