Boss Kevin is the strongest!
In the golden courtyard...
"Kevin?" Elysia's voice held a hint of amusement.
He turned, silent, just acknowledging her presence.
"Oh, that was quite the entrance. Greeting a girl with a flaming sword through the heart... a bit harsh, don't you think?" She couldn't resist teasing him. "Especially since she shares your strong features… couldn't handle seeing your own reflection?"
"She is the Herrscher."
Elysia blinked. "Uh... what?"
"She is the Herrscher." The voice repeated again, and the tone was the same.
Elysia felt a chill run down her spine. Kevin's words were so blunt, so devoid of emotion. It made her wonder... if she were a 'Herrscher' too, would he act the same way?
But her new companion was watching, and she couldn't risk revealing too much. The question lingered in her mind, unanswered.
She looked at Kevin, and Kevin also looked at her indifferently.
The other party was not satisfied with his answer, and Kevin knew it.
But what he said was Kevin's true thoughts in the video, so it was correct.
"Honestly, you're so difficult to talk to," she sighed playfully. "Don't be surprised if I sweep Mei off her feet and flaunt it in front of you, just to get a reaction."
Kevin's lips twitched—a rare sight. A flicker of amusement, perhaps? Or maybe it was just a headache forming.
Anyone else might have doubted her, but he knew Elysia well enough to know she was perfectly capable of such an absurd stunt.
"Elysia..." Kevin began, the faintest hint of hesitation in his voice. He wanted to warn her, to steer her away from this path, but he knew how Elysia could be. The more he pushed, the more determined she'd become.
"Humm~ " Elysia waited, her eyes sparkling with expectation.
"Never mind," Kevin sighed, a flicker of resignation crossing his face. "Do what makes you happy, I suppose."
He wouldn't waste his breath arguing. Besides, he thought, trying to convince himself, Mei was different... wasn't she?
---
Kiana's voice tore through the swirling sandstorm, raw with fury and a desperate sort of despair. "Hateful! I hate this!" Every step was agony, a battle against the burning in her feet.
She unleashed all her power against the mechas that dared to block her path, but it felt empty. A pointless struggle.
Because deep down, the bitter truth gnawed at her.
She was still just a girl on the run, powerless in the grand scheme of things.
She cast a haggard glance into the swirling distance, her heart a whirlwind of confusion and exhaustion. Yet, there was nowhere else to go but forward.
This was her only path, no matter how bleak it seemed.
Meanwhile, Durandal watched Kiana's escape with a detached gaze. There was no need for pursuit; the girl was running blind, a cornered animal with nowhere left to hide.
Her power surged as she defended the Schicksal Base, each World Snake mecha crumbling effortlessly before her might. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was a strange calm about her.
She was not merely fighting, but also conserving her strength, anticipating a greater challenge to come.
In response to the adjutant's question about kiana, Durandal replied,
she paused, considering her words. "She's not a threat, not in the way that matters. Just... there's something I should have told her."
"Basha fish has no intermuscular spines, so there is no need to remove the bones."
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[Is this really Lord Durandal? Dumbfounded, she looks so deceptive, but she is still my idol forever! ]
The anonymous comment in the live chat caught Rita off guard. This wasn't the regal, composed image of Durandal most people had.
A faint pang of regret hit her; finding the Valkyrie behind this comment would take time.
[Lord Durandal is the cutest in the world!]
[I really want to see her in a magical girl costume.]
Rita smiled wryly, secretly agreeing with the magical girl sentiment. Still, duty was duty. She added another ID to her rapidly growing tracking list.
[As expected of the S-class Valkyrie with the strongest Schicksal, her heroic appearance in battle and her kind reminder at the end are all worth learning from!]
This comment made Rita pause. It was so earnest, so genuine... or was it? A flicker of doubt crossed her mind as she added the ID to the list, unsure whether to take it at face value.
"Lord Durandal, the cameras caught that moment of hesitation," Rita teased gently, a smile playing on her lips. She held up a neatly compiled list of online comments that needed attention.
'As an S-Class Valkyrie, it's important to remind certain users that the internet isn't a place without rules.' she whispered to herself
"But... was it really that strange?" Durandal frowned, clearly unconvinced.
"My words seemed normal enough. After all, I did intend to share that cooking tip with Kiana later." There was a touch of defensiveness in her voice.
Rita couldn't help but chuckle. "Of course not, but it took you quite a while to realize your sister has such a... unique knowledge gap about pangasius fish. That's the endearing part."
After sorting through the comments and accounts she wanted to persecute, she separated a few. Some of the comments are quite reasonable, for example... Lady Durandal is very cute.
It's a pity that she didn't appear in the last idol competition. Otherwise, Rita, as her number one fan, would definitely transfer Theresa's vote to Durandal.
She will also secretly call on all fans of Lady Durandal to come and redeem their votes.
Clearly, Rita has made her choice between the two.
Teresa... She failed in the end, endless failures.
---
"Hua, you have changed."
" maybe..."
The first sentence of the conversation between the two people, who had not seen each other for a long time in the city filled with yellow sand, The two sides looked at each other.
who had not seen each other for many years, were now on opposite sides.
The scene changed, and the two of them arrived high in the sky.
"Phoenix down, you know, it can't interfere with my senses."
Yet, he made no move to stop her.
Cruel as he could be, there was still a flicker of respect for his former comrade. Taking action against her wasn't something he'd do lightly.
Fu Hua took a step forward and stood like a mountain, slowly stretching out her hand and palm upward.
Kevin looked at her without stopping her. There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. That was the figure who had fought alongside him countless times before.
Fu Hua appears in countless figures from different periods of her life.
Suddenly, visions of Fu Hua shimmered in the air around her.
There she was in her simple training robes from her earliest days at St. Freya Academy, the [Valkyrie Accipiter] suit clinging to her lithe form.
Then, a flash of black armor – the formidable [Shadow Knight] battlesuit she wore on dangerous Schicksal missions.
Even a glimpse of her quirky [Rustic Noir] outfit, and the detective [Hawk of the Fog] made an appearance.
And the [Azure Empyrea] costume that finally came to an end—it was also the costume she wore for the longest time in China, as an immortal and as the protector of China.
With each flicker of memory, Fu Hua laid her heart bare before Kevin. Years of struggle, of shifting identities, of loss and unwavering determination… these weren't mere illusions, but pieces of her truth.
Then, she made her move. Darkness enveloped the scene, obscuring her actions. It was a desperate gamble, a strike born from both hope and a warrior's grim acceptance.
Kevin stared at the fading feathers in his hand, half-real, half-illusion. Fu Hua's final blow hadn't landed. The effort had left her drained, her power flickering like a dying flame.
"Together, we could have seen it… the day humanity finally Win over the Honkai." His voice was low, a hint of wistfulness echoing in the empty space.
"But you've given so much, carried this burden for far too long. It's time to rest."
"You don't have to worry about the future; I will complete our mission."
Kevin's gaze lingered on the feathers, a flicker of emotion – maybe regret, maybe longing – briefly crossing his usually stoic face.
It seemed that only in these fleeting moments, alone with the memory of a fallen comrade, could he allow himself a shred of vulnerability.
---
"Sure enough, Kevin and Hua still started fighting, but fortunately, both sides were fine."
Elysia sighed in relief, her hand still lightly resting against her chest. Despite the playful tone, there was a hint of genuine worry in her eyes.
The development of the game plot has already stated that Kevin will stand on the opposite side of the protagonists.
But Elysia is very fortunate that he is still the same Kevin as before, and he is still gentle with his comrades.
did not do anything to Fu Hua but instead allowed the other party to prepare for an attack.
"Haha—I just want to see how that blow is and whether it is as strong as the ice cube said."
Kalpas said with a cold snort, his eyes filled with flames eager to fight,
If Fu Hua is really that strong, wouldn't he have another target for training?
"Kalpas, must you always pick fights with your own comrades?" Aponia's gentle voice cut through the tension, disapproval clear in her tone. Honestly, the man was so predictable.
"Aponia——, hum, mind your own business." Kalpas ignored the annoying nun.
Elysia, meanwhile, had completely shifted focus. "Speaking of… Hua, you have so many outfits! And they're all so stylish," she chirped, eyeing her friend thoughtfully. "I'm getting some serious dress-up inspiration here."
"Hmm ~" Hua looked around and felt a wave of malice coming, but how could there be enemies in the Golden Courtyard?
Her gaze settled on the figure that mirrored her own in-game appearance. A strange mix of emotions washed over her – a hint of envy for the other Fu Hua's vibrant experiences, with touch of confusion.
Compared with Herself, Fu Hua seemed to have experienced a more meaningful life.
"But... is it really true that Fu Hua has changed?" Elysia's whisper drifted over. She eyed both versions thoughtfully.
"From what I can tell... well, let's just say your figure hasn't transformed much over the years."
Judging from her experience of never having to measure the size when choosing clothes, Fu Hua has not changed much.
As for whether it is correct or not, don't underestimate the ability of girls to go shopping!
Her eyes are rulers, and Fu Hua has absolutely no change.
"Hmm, interesting..." Eden leaned in, her voice a mischievous whisper. After a careful glance around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, she added, "Elysia, are you referring to a change in Fu Hua's personality? Or perhaps... something else entirely?"
"Uh-"" Elysia's face froze. Was what she just said heard?
"Of course, dear Eden! Just a bit of playful teasing, you know me." She quickly backpedaled, a nervous smile on her face. It was all in good fun, of course.
Sometimes she couldn't resist the urge to stir things up, just to see how her friends reacted!
...
[Forget the others! That last costume – pure ethereal beauty! Someone get the developers on the line, I need that BattleSuit released yesterday!]
[Seriously, it's the most perfect 'immortal' look ever. This is exactly the kind of design I've been dreaming of.]
[Ugh, please let me strike it rich so I can buy it the second it drops!]
[Too many of these Chinese games are just copycat skin-swapping cash grabs. When will we get a real, epic story arc for the Red Kite Immortal?]
Players are obviously focused on the final appearance of Fu Hua's clothes and deeds along the way. All these will be witnessed one by one.
"Master, is that person your friend?" Cheng Lixue asked cautiously. She noticed her master's expression darken slightly on the game screen.
"Yes, we used to fight together all the time. A true comrade-in-arms."
"Really? You had comrades?" Cheng Lixue's eyes widened as she studied Fu Hua. She never imagined Red Kite Immortal Jingwei having partners in battle. Is there anyone strong enough to stand beside her?
Cheng Lixue believed her master was the absolute strongest. Even though she sometimes saw her fail in the game, anyone could tell it was just the tip of the iceberg for her master.
In her true form, her power would surely be far more overwhelming.
"I've been trying to explain this for ages. Have you ever heard the term 'pre-civilization'?" Fu Hua sighed, the weight of her thoughts settling into her words.
Her mind drifted, unbidden, to that chaotic day in ARC City. Does Kevin still harbor that relentless drive to fight Honkai?
Kevin couldn't bear it, and how could she? Battle after battle, she'd followed his lead, his back always a beacon of strength and unwavering purpose...
---
Before Kevin could make a move toward Kiana, the blonde Valkyrie stepped directly into his path.
"You must be that World Serpent leader." Durandal's voice was firm, a hint of tension beneath the surface as she held her lance at the ready. Her eyes locked onto Kevin, assessing him with warrior's scrutiny.
"Come on." Kevin said coldly,
"As you wish!"
Sparks of tension flew between them, a thrilling prelude to the imminent clash.
The audience had waited for this moment – a battle between the undisputed strongest.
This was different from Fu Hua, weathered by hardship and burdened by hidden injuries. Durandal was at the peak of her power. This promised a fight of awe-inspiring intensity.
Suddenly, the viewpoint zoomed out, sweeping across a breathtaking vista.
Countless black ice crystals pierced the ground, transforming the landscape into an expanse of stark, frozen white. It was as if the ice had crept in unnoticed, a chilling echo of the conflict about to unfold.
Kevin surveyed the scene from his icy perch, his gaze settling on the determined blonde Valkyrie below.
The fact that she even held his attention for a moment was a testament to her power.
His eyes narrowed, a flicker of crimson as he raised a hand. Honkai energy surged, and a forest of ice spears erupted from the ground beneath Durandal.
With remarkable agility, she weaved through the deadly spikes, charging towards Kevin. Power flowed into her hands, building with every stride.
Lunging forward, fueled by the momentum of her sprint, she aimed a devastating blow directly at him.
But Kevin simply raised his hand, a shimmering blue shield deflecting her attack with ease. The force of the impact sent her hurtling backward, yet Kevin himself remained completely unmoved.
It was just a test.
Soon, after Durandal eased her momentum, she launched a counterattack again.
They clashed with the force of meteors, a whirlwind of strikes and counters that blurred with speed. For a breathless moment, it seemed impossible to declare a victor.
Each blow echoed through the air, the shockwaves rippling outward.
With a cunning maneuver, using a decoy for distraction, Durandal managed to throw Kevin off balance, slamming him to the ground.
Before he could regain his footing, she summoned a colossal crimson lance from the heavens. It plummeted towards Kevin, its descent splitting the sky, leaving a trail of ominous darkness.
Kevin's eyes flashed with icy resolve. A surge of golden energy streamed from his left hand, shattering the illusionary lance before it could strike.
The two people swapped positions and stared at each other with full momentum.
This battle between true masters was undeniable proof – every calculated move, every clash of power, reshaped the very world around them.
Just as everyone was looking forward to the next battle, a blond man slowly walked out with an unknown smile on his face.
He asked Durandal to stand down, effectively halting the battle in its tracks.
Just like the elegance of the old nobles, Otto said, "Leader of the World Snake, you have fully demonstrated your power."
"In this case, I must return the courtesy."
"I am Otto Apocalypse, the current Archbishop of Schicksal."
His self-introduction carried a subtle weight, hinting at the vast power he wielded.
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" Otto? Take action now?."
Kallen's brow furrowed in confusion. She couldn't grasp his intentions in this situation.
Things seemed clear-cut – Kevin was the enemy. Letting Durandal demonstrate her strength had been a smart negotiation tactic.
But what game was World Serpent playing? Kallen wracked her brain, but their motivations remained a mystery.
Unless their true goal was to incite chaos and push their Stigma plan forward...that, she would never stand for.
Kallen didn't know anything about this organization, even the information from the game was more meaningful than what she found in the real world.
But she knows one thing, the Apocalypse family may have something to do with them
there was one thing they were hiding from her, the first mentioned god key ---Void Archive!
That one daring raid on the Apocalypse family's secret vault was Kallen's only lead, and all she'd managed to find was a damaged ancient artifact – hardly a conclusive clue.
After all, The Apocalypse family was clearly determined to keep it (and themselves) well-hidden. All she really had were fragmented records.
Now, it dawned on her – they must have concealed a Divine Key as well.
Initially, she dismissed it, assuming it was too badly damaged to function. Who would waste resources chasing a useless relic?... But what if there was more to it than that?
Putting this aside for the time being, Kallen was very interested in the negotiation chips between the two parties so that she could figure out the other party's purpose and the details of Otto's plan.
Her eyes widened in anticipation of the conversation to come.
...
" Wow! Boss Kevin is so strong; he deserves to be Boss Kevin." Pardo watched the fight between the two, patted her chest, and said,
A battle of this level is too terrifying!
Fortunately, boss Kevin won't take action against us.
Glancing at Kevin's always-cold expression, Pardo touched the back of her head and smiled.
I thought uncertainly: It should be... no way? He shouldn't know about me stealing his instant noodles, right?
Before, Pardo hadn't been too worried about it, but after watching that epic battle...well, those seafood noodles weren't tasting so great anymore.
"Buck up, Pardo! Believe in yourself!" She gave herself a mental pep-talk, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Besides, when he asked, I totally just blame can-ned! It's long gone anyway!"
Meow?