Chapter 463

She, known as the War Princess, was undoubtedly the most dashing female war goddess on the battlefield.

But as long as there was someone—anyone whose strength and status fell short of hers—to stop her from entering the battlefield,

then the fear that should have belonged to the enemy would be bestowed by the War Princess Timaria upon him instead.

"Yes... I understand... ~"

The soldier forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, offered a military salute, then ran up onto the deck to activate the magic ship.

The ships of the Alvarez Empire were by no means ordinary vessels.

Within them, wind-system magic arrays and levitation magic arrays both existed.

Moreover, most of the arrays were far more precise than those of Ishgar; Ougust, who bore the title of Magic King, was not merely powerful as an individual.

Even military supplies like the ones before them, he could craft to perfection.

With the augmentation of the magic arrays, the ship, which had originally been moving rather slowly, was as though it had been fitted with a motor.

It surged forward at great speed, every water current in its path being pushed aside by the powerful thrust.

On the other side, the Judger Wahl had already arrived at the coastline.

With a wild and arrogant smile, he looked down at the members of the Akatsuki organization below, beginning to search for whoever had just blocked his attack.

But the moment Wahl dropped a little from the high sky, an iron whip resembling a scorpion's tail suddenly lunged toward him.

Before Wahl could react, the jet device on his back had already sent him plummeting downward in an instant.

"Bastard!"

By the time Wahl came back to his senses, the damage to his back had already sent him crashing onto the rocks of the beach.

"Bang!"

He slammed down heavily, the rocks already shattering apart, and Wahl's body crawled up from the rubble.

With a face full of resentment, he looked toward the short old man not far away.

But the moment a magic array flickered in his eyes, a mocking smile curled at the corner of Wahl's mouth.

"A puppet? Trash hiding inside a puppet?"

"Was it you who deflected my cannon shell just now? It doesn't seem like it could be you—your body doesn't give off any dangerous aura to me."

A sneer curled across the face of the Judger Wahl; he, who had mastered alchemy to a divine degree, naturally saw through the Red Sand Scorpion's true nature at a single glance.

The other members of the Akatsuki organization all turned their gaze toward the Red Sand Scorpion.

"Clack clack, clack clack!"

A sound of gears turning rang out, and the puppet that had originally enveloped the Red Sand Scorpion instantly split apart and detached from within.

A young man of no more than eighteen or nineteen stepped out from within—wine-red hair, coupled with a devilishly charming smile at the corner of his lips, enough to bewitch a host of young girls.

But at this moment, a cold glint gradually flashed through the Red Sand Scorpion's eyes.

As a puppeteer himself, he naturally understood that the person before him, like himself, was likewise a modified human.

Whether it was the mechanical being modified through alchemy, or the Red Sand Scorpion who had transformed himself into a puppet through secret arts,

both of them carried, to greater or lesser degrees, a sense of being at odds with one another.

And Lin Cheng, who was controlling all of this from afar, was also quite curious about it all.

After all, in his previous life Lin Cheng himself had rather liked the character of the Red Sand Scorpion; compared to this Wahl, Lin Cheng still felt a measure of disgust toward him in his heart.

"A broken puppet, that's all—and you've remodeled yourself into a non-human lifeform too, haven't you."

"Being from another world, I didn't expect such techniques to exist, but it's nothing but a pile of rotten wood—how could it possibly be a match for precision mechanical magic."

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The mockery in Wahl's eyes was completely undisguised, laid bare directly before the Red Sand Scorpion.

And before the Red Sand Scorpion could speak, numerous members of the Akatsuki organization simultaneously flashed aside at once.

"Have your companions all abandoned you?"

"At this rate, in the blink of an eye, I'll tear you into a pile of scrap."

"Hahahaha!"

Wahl's wild and arrogant laughter radiated from his face, like that of a mad scientist.

But the Red Sand Scorpion before him maintained an indifferent expression all the while.

Eyes devoid of any emotion, like those of a puppet, seemingly not having placed the Wahl before him in his sight at all.

"Bastard, are you looking down on me?"

Wahl's brow furrowed slightly, finally realizing that his strength had not managed to inspire any fear in the Red Sand Scorpion before him.

"Refine!"

A flash of anger crossed Wahl's eyes; being hot-tempered, he directly thrust out both palms.

The might of mechanical magic lay in its ability to rapidly extract metallic elements from the surrounding ground and assemble them into weapons of his choosing.

Bullets, missiles, electromagnetic cannons, for instance—and with tremendous destructive power.

At this moment, he directly assembled two missiles and sent them charging straight toward the Red Sand Scorpion.

"The ones who bark the loudest have always been the weakest."

"Within the Alvarez Empire, you should count as one of the weaker ones."

A smile curled at the corner of the Red Sand Scorpion's lips—a smile that, in Wahl's eyes, brimmed with mockery.

The missiles' flight sped up by another two degrees.

But the Red Sand Scorpion unhurriedly took out a scroll from his hand. To be continued.