My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"--Forehead?!"

“Little fellow, we nobles are people of principle. If you stab me, I should stab you back.” The deformed nobleman laughed, using a hand that looked soft but was actually as hard as a rock to make a thorn shape, and then stabbed it into the soldier’s chest—piercing through the shield and breastplate together. “You cut my legs twice, so I should cut off your legs as well.”

Then, he casually severed the legs of the soldiers who had tried to cut his Achilles tendons with his own hands. In the end, only three soldiers remained blocking the way for the deformed nobleman, their legs trembling as they listened to the screams of their surviving comrades.

The three soldiers exchanged glances, all seeing the fear in each other's eyes. But the next moment, their soldierly honor and dignity spurred them on, and they charged towards the deformed nobleman with shouts...

...

In less than half a minute, they were all dead. The deformed nobleman was an enemy as formidable as Mount Tai to them—they could not possibly kill him with their mortal flesh and blood, not even by restricting his movements.

After dealing with all the survivors with aristocratic etiquette, the nobleman grinned as he watched the officer struggling to move in the distance, dragging the mentally broken Monica who was almost incapacitated: "There's no need to be polite when facing prey."

His left arm began to swell abnormally.

Three seconds later, the nobleman threw the van in his hand.

The van precisely struck the officer who was pulling Monica away, turning him into a rain of blood and flesh. The only thing that remained intact was his right hand, which he used to drag Monica along.

Monica knelt on the ground. Her eyes were unnaturally widening and narrowing as the officer's blood and flesh fell from the sky, staining her clothes red.

"My little egg tart—I've already prepared all sorts of seasonings for your dinner at a high-class restaurant~ Do you prefer it baked, steamed, boiled, or stewed? Aha, it doesn't matter~ because I've prepared every seasoning I can find in the world~ You'll definitely bring me a sweeter and more delicious meal than that man I ate for lunch or this morning~"

The deformed nobleman reached the mentally broken Monica with an unusually fast pace compared to his deformed body. He produced ropes from who-knows-where and bound her tightly, then shoved her into the back of the van. The obese nobleman, in front of the Ursus army reinforcements, got into the van, seemingly intending to leave for the restaurant he had mentioned, to enjoy a delicious meal.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the residential area, listening to the alarm sounds coming from not far away, Sonia ordered all the deep-sea hunters to grab their weapons.

"Sonia?"

"We've arrived. I've noticed that a favored figure close to the Puppet Master has been taken hostage... Whoever it is, stop them. We will use the hostage-taker's head as a gift to be presented when we first meet the Puppet Master."

"...Okay. We'll do whatever you say."

Chapter 183

Emergency: Hijacking

Your head maid has been kidnapped. If you cannot stop them from taking her away, you may lose her forever.

situation:

Criminals in the same vehicle as the head maid: 2

One of the criminals was an immortal, and the other was a near-ascensionist.

Those who are half-ascended are immune to most attacks from mortal soldiers.

The immortals are assassins in a crippled state.

Your army convoy is in pursuit of them. However, fearing harm to the head maid inside, they dare not intercept with naval guns.

'I need to get there right now!'

Yang Hao was now pacing back and forth in the same spot, extremely anxious. He had never expected that it was Monica who had been assassinated, not him, and even less that Monica had encountered a man-eating demon right after escaping an assassination attempt.

He was filled with immense regret—if he hadn't rushed Monica back to relay the orders, perhaps she wouldn't have encountered this situation. But what good was regret now? The most urgent task was to stop that car immediately and rescue Monica!

"...How much longer until the Knights Templar arrive?" He paced impatiently back and forth on the street outside the second crime scene. "Serpentscale and Pony...they're chasing that van too. But the only things we can stop it from moving forward are another vehicle, or a naval cannon...is that all?"

The current situation is that if the army wants to stop the vans from continuing their evacuation, it must either use another vehicle or simply use naval gunfire to halt the cannibals' retreat. The former is straightforward; a well-planned route and a ramming attack will stop them. But what about the latter?

The worst-case scenario for the latter would be that Monica would also die there. Therefore, given that he could only mobilize the army and police, and at most three secret forces, Yang Hao had no choice but to choose the former—to plan a route, block the van's path, and then force them to meet and collide at a certain location to stop them.

"...While waiting for the Knights Templar to arrive, I must do everything I can."

He murmured, closed his eyes, and immediately activated the [Puppet Stage]. He first used his ability to obtain a map and traffic information of the entire city. Then, he used the traffic map to locate the van that was driving recklessly. He then used his ability to put the affected area under [Martial Law], ordering the residents to stay home. Without hesitation, he caused the city's perimeter wall to rise on the spot, closing the roads leading to the underground storage area. This blocked all of the van's escape routes, leaving it with only one exit—the intersection where Monica was assassinated.

Subsequently, Yang Hao began to micromanage all the police and military forces in the sealed-off area, having them block the vast majority of vehicles at the only entrance and exit. He then ordered the remaining small number of vehicles to follow the van closely to prevent it from disappearing into a building.

"...From now on, I can only proceed slowly. Damn, I can't be impatient...sigh."

He frowned and began to control the snake scales and the foals' every move.

......

"Wow~ How come the city's administrators reacted so quickly? The isolation wall, the underground enclosure, and... how could they react so fast! Do they have eyes in the sky watching my every move?"

The deformed nobleman drove his vehicle, looking around in bewilderment at the rising barriers. He realized he was trapped, with military vehicles hot on his heels, and even Kurantas and unknown groups following him from the rooftops of buildings.

He found it very interesting, just like the hunting parties that nobles often used for socializing—except this time he wasn't the hunter, but the beast being hunted as prey.

There's nothing wrong with being a wild beast, isn't there? After all, there's a unique kind of fun in it when a wild beast turns the tables and kills a hunter, isn't there?

The deformed nobleman drove his car around the corner with great interest. Just as the nobleman's van was playing a cat-and-mouse game with the military vehicles and police behind it, moving across the rooftops of buildings, the foals of Snakescale and Kazimierz suddenly shuddered.

"What's with this 'elegant Kazimierz curse'?! My body's out of control?!" A Kuranta knight cried out in horror, watching helplessly as she was uncontrollably pulled in another direction, just like the Serpent Scale, who had come to work with her as a partner. "Hey?! You over there, Serpent Scale?! Do you even know what's going on?!"

"This is Lord Yang Hao's Originium Arts! Now you can move freely as you choose to follow his instructions."

"Holy crap?! You fucking—wait, it actually works..."

At first, the little pony thought the snake scales were deceiving her innocent self, but after trying to think about it that way, she realized that she seemed to have really regained her mobility!

Just how terrifying is this ability?! The Kuranta Knights felt their scalps tingle – if even their unscrupulous capitalist intelligence force, which could potentially betray its benefactors at any moment, could be controlled by this wide-ranging Originium Arts, wouldn't this ability be able to do even more?

For example—like having Theresa sneak into his room at night?! Thinking about it that way, it actually seems quite possible!

But I'm still working now... Hmm, I'll discuss with my sisters how to sell that arrogant little mare after she became the manager.

At that moment, Kuranta's little pony realized that the rising isolation wall not far away was probably also their boss's doing. Meanwhile, on the ground, the deep-sea hunters who were following Sonia toward the [designated location] also sensed the strange atmosphere in the air.

"It feels like countless threads are hanging down from the sky, controlling the actions of people who, though conscious, are no different from puppets..." a rather sentimental young deep-sea hunter, wielding a warhammer, muttered. "Aunt Sonia... that's..."

“That’s the Puppet Master’s ability. He’s currently in a state of agitation and rage, so it seems the person being held hostage is very important to him,” Sonia, who was walking ahead, said. “So we need to hurry—follow me. We’ll stop them at another intersection ahead. Remember, don’t kill the people in the car before we figure out who our target is.”

"Ah."

Deep-sea hunters are moving swiftly.

In a daze... Monica also woke up in the constantly bumping van.

Chapter 184

When Monica groggily regained consciousness from the shock in the train car, she found herself in a closed carriage.

The clothes on his body reeked of blood and were sticky, as if part of the officer was still stuck to his clothes.

The sanitary conditions inside the carriage were extremely poor. Bound by ropes, when Monica regained consciousness and instinctively tried to sit up, she could see the exquisitely carved human remains displayed in the swaying carriage.

"...Well..."

The skeletons belonged to the elderly and children, men and women. They came from different parts of different people, but the only thing they had in common was that they were lavishly plated with gold or silver.

Some finger bones had been sharpened into chopsticks, one that should have been a woman's pelvis had been patched up into a bowl using other bone materials, and others... Monica couldn't identify them. At this moment, her despair was so great that even the stench of corpses emanating from the carriage couldn't make her feel any worse.

"...Lord Yang Hao...Lord Kosichek...tell me, what should I do...?"

She never imagined that her lifelong nightmare would appear in this city, and even less did she expect that an accident would force her to confront this nightmare again.

She might be eaten alive soon, just like her friend Lanka. But what will happen to Lord Yang Hao and Lord Kosiché when she dies?

She was very worried about Yang Hao's life after she left. This troublesome man always required her to keep an eye on him to prevent him from going astray, and she also had to assist him when he had sudden whims. Moreover, his demands were so extravagant—only the person he trusted most could take over his work.

This incredibly troublesome man, this man who even needs to be watched over to prevent him from spending the night with those shameless Kuranta people from Kazimierz, this terrible yet trustworthy man... who else could take care of him but her? After she dies, can he really trust the new head maid?

And Lord Kosich...

Monica wasn't sure if she had left any memorable presence in Lord Koschei's thousands of years of life... She just felt that if Lord Koschei wanted to find another trustworthy head maid, it would probably take a very long time.

...

It wasn't that she didn't trust the two adults; she believed they would come to her rescue... but as a maid, and as the head maid, Monica had to be prepared for everything—for the worst.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to recover from the immense pressure... and just then, Monica noticed there were other things in the carriage...

It was something as strange as a slime, something that was wriggling.

As Monica stared in astonishment, the thing gradually began to mimic her appearance. Though the process was slow, it was undeniable.

...... ......

The deformed nobleman discovered that there seemed to be an extra person in his carriage.

He frowned, not intending to concern himself with how the uninvited guest had gotten up there. Perhaps she was someone who had been hit by a car and was only half-buried, or perhaps little Monica had some special ability trying to escape—in any case, he didn't intend to pay attention.

Because he gradually realized that he had been caught in a trap and could not find a way out.

"The road is ahead."

There are roadblocks on both the left and right sides.

There are still pursuers behind us~

There was a group of people jumping and hopping on the roof of the building.

I'm like a deer, surrounded by you all, charging towards the final hunting ground.

Driving his wrecked van, dodging military vehicles crashing into him from behind, the deformed nobleman hummed a tune in high spirits, finding it a particularly novel experience. But then again, what should he eat tonight?

The deformed nobleman pondered for a long time, and could only regretfully think: We'll see when the time comes. After all, he had eaten everything lately.

The fruity-scented meat of children among the nobles of the Nikolai Duchy—both fatty and sweet. I heard some of them have come too? Hmm...we can go over and borrow some ingredients, and everyone can feast together, wouldn't that be wonderful?

But stuffing the whole body with fruit would be too wasteful. Frying, baking, roasting—the deformed nobles were bound to use every cooking method imaginable—but this required a lot of ingredients, and the nobles were heartbroken to find that their most important spice boxes, such as sea salt and black pepper, as well as some spices, were almost empty.

Black pepper and spices are nothing special; you can buy them everywhere here. But sea salt, this seasoning from dangerous coastal areas, is...

"Oh?"

Just as the deformed nobleman was sucking on one of his right hands and pondering how to find enough high-quality salt to cook "Salted Man," he discovered that a group of people had appeared out of nowhere.

They were dressed in strange clothes and carried unusual weapons. Were they... Agorians?

No, it's not just the Agers... ordinary Agers wouldn't carry such weapons out!

That's a deep-sea hunter?!

The deformed nobleman slammed on the gas pedal—he knew the Deepsea Hunters wouldn't give way. He had to brush past them before hitting them, not for any other reason than that if the car rammed through at full speed, only the car itself would be damaged!

The car breaking down is fine, but what if the food spoils?! With this thought in mind, the deformed nobleman suddenly noticed that a military vehicle, presumably there to stop the deep-sea hunter from escaping, was slowly approaching through the passage behind him...

......

"Sonia, the military vehicles behind us have arrived too."

Standing in front of the rampaging van, the rabbi idly placed his battle axe on the ground and looked back at the military vehicle slowly approaching behind him, while watching the younger members of his family.

"Then let's stop the van in front first. Then let's express our goodwill to the army behind us—no, to the puppeteer's men."

"What should I do?"

"I think the Puppet Master wouldn't mind if we damaged the road surface, right?"

"Oh, alright then. Tell the younger generation to step back a bit."

"Ah."

After Sonia and the younger ones took two steps back, Rabbi easily picked up her heavy battle axe, which would wear down the asphalt just by sitting on it. She strolled slowly down the path the van was taking, a path that would inevitably lead to a collision, and then—

Without a word, she plunged the battle axe into the ground, and then...

She forcefully ripped up the entire section of ground, along with the metal deck panel directly beneath it. Amidst the billowing dust, the groaning sound of the mobile city deck area and the road being forcibly pushed into a wall echoed in front of her; the sudden sirens of military vehicles blared behind her; and the screeching brakes of a van ahead...

Rabbi, relying solely on his brute strength and his battle axe, accomplished the feat of turning half the road into an impassable wall.

Although the wall is still constantly crumbling, although a large hole has appeared in front of him leading directly to the underground storage area, and although the rabbi feels he has gone too far and is starting to worry about future compensation...

However, it is a fact that the van was blocked and unable to move forward or backward.

"This seems to be a monster different from those of the deep sea. It was transformed from a human? It even possesses rationality, unlike someone who went mad after witnessing the deep sea, or someone who has been tortured... Is it a man-made monster?"

"You ask me, I don't know either, and the younger generation knows even less. But it's right to cut this thing down."

Sonia circled around the wall built by the rabbi, sawing the meat cleaver in hand, and eyed the deformed monster that had stepped out of the van about ten meters ahead. She wasn't sure if this monster with several faces and several hands had any connection to the deep sea—but never mind. She was certain she could kill it; the only question was, where was the puppeteer's beloved?

She frowned, signaling to the younger generation and the rabbi who came from behind to surround the monster who looked like a beast in human clothing, along with his wrecked van, and then she waited for the monster to make a move.

Chapter 185

For the deformed nobleman, being hunted by deep-sea hunters was something he had never experienced before.