"I really did a great job with Bordeaux."
"Finally caught you, you wandering soul."
"I knew it was suspicious that someone would know the secret of the arsenal..."
"It turns out it was just a diversion."
Dunkirk roughly grabbed the woman by her collar, lifting her up like a chick.
Her body convulsed wildly like chaff being sifted, after Dunkirk mercilessly tore apart her upper body. With even her face split in half, it was difficult for an ordinary person to tell if she was still alive based on appearance alone.
But Dunkirk managed to keep her hanging with his magic.
"I won't let you die so easily."
"Daring to remind me of my past work scenes..."
"I want you to die in the most miserable way."
Leaning gently by the shattered ear of the woman, Dunkirk's tone was as gentle as clear creek water, but in the woman's heart, it felt like the breath of demons surging in hell.
In the trembling eyes of the woman, the door to that eerie hell seemed to slowly open behind Dunkirk, with fluorescent lights shining everywhere, extending its soul-hooking fangs towards the woman.
Wait.
Fluorescent lights? Where did they come from?
"Ah... I see now, noble Lady of the Sky, are you here to save me?"
Dunkirk also noticed the sudden surge of some kind of anomaly behind him, and as he turned around sharply, he was met head-on by the brilliant and radiant stream of magic.
With an infinite and formidable momentum, a thick column of light several thousand times more intense than the flash dart fired by the woman crashed down upon Dunkirk's head, resembling a mammoth ivory blade, fiercely piercing Bordeaux's mansion and sending the entire second floor of the villa flying out.
Under such primordial and tremendous force, the woman in Dunkirk's hand, skin, blood, and bones turned into steam and dust in an instant.
Compared to the woman, Dunkirk wasn't faring much better - her damaged flesh was all burned away within the light column. Now Dunkirk's skin was slowly covered by eerie tentacles, gradually sprouting pink flesh buds and healing as if nothing had happened.
"Hey! How did my house end up like this!"
Bordeaux finally returned, spreading her magical wings and gently landing on the almost charred rooftop of the second floor.
"Where were you."
With that, Dunkirk directly threw the tattered medicine bottle around his waist into his mouth, his mouth immediately spewing out several tentacles, like frog tongues, shattering the bottle and dragging it into his throat.
"I, uh, changed my clothes."
"I just found someone lurking near my house."
"I haven't had a chance to catch her yet."
"She's already coming this way."
"I can't catch up no matter how fast I go."
Crossing her arms and scratching her damp hair, Bordeaux looked frustrated.
Like many other Agio staff magicians, Bordeaux had not engaged in magic combat for a long time, spending most of her time at parties and socializing.
Even in studying magic, she only grazed the surface, never diving deep.
In terms of combat ability alone, in terms of magical strength and proficiency, Bordeaux likely couldn't match up to Dunkirk, the assassin who had learned magic halfway through life.
"Did you see the person who released the flashing magic just now?"
Dunkirk slowly wiped the blood stains off her face, revealing her fierce wolf-like eyes and a face covered in a chilling frost, as she coldly said,
"I... I didn't see clearly. Could it be... the person I was chasing just now?"
Bordeaux swallowed nervously. She had seen Dunkirk at work before—a scene more terrifying than a pack of wolves hunting their prey and bloodier than a wild tiger feasting.
"She's using military magic."
"This person is definitely connected to Koeberg."
..."
Seeing Dunkirk's half-angry, half-calm expression, Bordeaux, who was usually carefree, dared not say much. She remained silent, standing quietly and watching Dunkirk.
"In this city, no matter where you flee,"
"I will dig three feet under to find you."
"Even if it causes chaos and upheaval, I will spare no effort."
"I will make you taste."
"The unbearable pain of life."
