Chapter 325: Rescue

At the edge of Dongmu City, inside the basement of an abandoned Magic Workshop.

The air is damp and cold.

The only light is a flickering lamp in the corner, casting twisted shadows on the wall.

Weigong Qiesi is bound tightly with rough hemp rope to a cold concrete pillar, his wrists and ankles bruised with blood.

He hangs his head, his black short hair disheveled and hanging, covering most of his face, leaving only his pallid lips and a clenched jawline exposed.

The cigarette has long since fallen somewhere unknown; now his mouth tastes only of blood.

(I underestimated…)

(That hooded weird guy.)

(Ambush… poison, or some kind of forced‑sleep Magic.)

(Command Spell… cannot sense? Cannot trigger? What on earth is happening…)

He tries to struggle, but the rope is bound extremely tight; worse, he feels something inside his body as if blocked.

The bright red Command Spell on the back of his hand is clearly there, yet like a decoration it does not respond to his will at all.

Such a situation is unheard of.

Not far away, the figure in a tattered hood who abducted him stands with his back to him, muttering to the air, his hoarse, chaotic voice sounding as if two consciences were arguing.

"…Is it not working? This guy… clearly has a Command Spell… his mana is still decent…"

"No! Fool! His Command Spell cannot be controlled! Whether it's that damned fox or something else, the Holy Grail's Rule is being interfered with!"

"But… we need the key! Without the Master's identity, how can we approach? How to infuse mother's will?!"

"Idiot! That's why we must find that core! The core taken by the black monster! With it, we can bypass those troublesome Rules! Directly corrupt, force open the passage!"

"Then… what about this waste?"

"Hmph… leave it as a snack for the kids. Though it cannot be stolen, this flesh and mana isn't wasted either."

The hooded figure snaps around, the eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood flashing with murky malice, glaring fiercely at the bound Weigong Qiesi.

"Consider yourself unlucky, Magus assassin."

His hoarse voice is full of spite and glee, "Right here, get along with my children! For Sakura… for Xiao Ying… all obstacles must be eliminated!"

After speaking, it does not linger; its form merges into the shadow like a stain, silently vanishing at the stair's corner leading to the surface.

The basement returns to silence.

Then, an even more chilling sound begins to rise.

Sss… sss…

Clack! Clack!

From the basement's dark corners and even the wall cracks, countless grotesque insect beasts, as if receiving a silent command, crawl out, forming black streams that make the scalp prickle, slowly surging toward the bound Weigong Qiesi on the pillar.

Their compound eyes flicker with greedy phosphorescence, mandibles opening and closing.

Weigong Qiesi's heart sinks to the bottom of a gorge.

He attempts to mobilize the remaining power within, trying to trigger his innate time control even just to speed his rope‑breaking, but the Mana Circuit is like a rusted pipe, sending only throbbing pain.

He watches helplessly as the Insect Swarm draws nearer, even smelling the nauseating odor they emit.

(Is this the end…?)

(Ilya… Aili…)

Shadows of Despair begin to spread.

Just as the first bravest beetle is about to crawl onto his shoe tip Shana—

Buzz!

A pure, warm, gentle white light, as if condensed from the first morning sunbeam and dew essence, pierces the heavy basement ceiling without warning, like a stage spotlight, precisely enveloping Weigong Qiesi!

Where the light reaches, the surging Insect Swarm sizzles as if plunged into scalding oil, emitting sharp screeches, frantically retreating, fleeing the aura they despise and fear!

Immediately, a figure follows the light, drifting down as lightly as a feather, standing steadily between Weigong Qiesi and the insects, back to him.

The newcomer wears armor flashing Silver Light Blade, its design both ornate and functional, the plating etched with intricate, graceful patterns like sacred vines.

He wields a silver‑white lance slightly taller than himself, its tip gleaming coldly, the red lance tassel fluttering faintly in the gentle white light.

Most striking is his vivid red hair, burning like Flame, tied into an elegant bun at the back, a few strands falling over his shoulders.

He tilts his face slightly, revealing a beautifully contoured, almost unreally handsome profile, a pair of jade‑clear green eyes now bearing solemn compassion, scanning the insects restless from fear of the light.

"Ah… what filth, what sacrilege."

The newcomer's voice is clear and pleasant, like striking crystal, yet carries an undeniable solemnity, "In this realm that should pursue pure beauty, such ugly residue runs rampant. This is the greatest disrespect to Yi De Li La's brilliance!"

Weigong Qiesi's pupils constrict slightly.

Who?

The silver‑armored, red‑haired knight slowly turns, facing the insects, holding the lance horizontally before him.

His gaze sweeps over Weigong Qiesi, lingering a moment on the bound posture and the surrounding predatory insects, a flash of understanding flickering in his jade eyes.

"No need to fear, unfortunate sufferer."

The knight's voice is gentle yet firm, as if bearing a soothing power, "Member of the Pure Beauty Knight Order, YinZhi, serving goddess Yi De Li La as ruler, by command, Patrol Hunt the realms, eradicating all that defiles beauty and harmony—especially the pitiful offspring born of the Breeding curse."

With the words spoken, he moves.

No earth‑shaking aura erupts, only elegance akin to an artistic performance.

The silver‑white lance in his hand becomes a streak of light, like a painter's brushstroke, tracing a graceful yet lethal arc in the air!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Where the lance tip passes, the gentle white light clings, and the insects brushed by it, whether hard shells or soft bodies, melt like snowflakes thrown into fire, vanishing instantly without a speck of ash!

The insects' frantic screeches and attacks appear clumsy and futile before the seemingly light lance and its attached pure white light.

Within just a few breaths, the approaching Insect Swarm is completely cleared, the remainder cowers at a distance, daring not to cross the line further.

YinZhi only then set her spear down and stood, the long spear lightly thudding on the ground, emitting a crisp ringing sound.

He turned around, faced Weigong Qiesi, and a flawless smile appeared on his face.

"The filth has been temporarily driven away, the afflicted. Open."