Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Go, Pinocchio

As Queen Xianna watched in astonishment—

The Armored Doll, which had seemed so invincible, suddenly stopped moving and stood frozen in place.

The Dog-Faced Helmet on its neck was pierced from the inside out by dense, azure spikes, making it look like a blue sea urchin head.

This was one of Wang Xi’s techniques.

Its name was:

"The Blueberry Jellyfish that Woke Up on the Wrong Side of the Bed’s Enthusiastic Blooming Armstrong Rotary Cannon Brain-Blasting Technique"

Or "Jellyfish Bursting Technique" for short!

A cranial orgasm! Take that, doll boy!

The greatsword in the Mechanical Doll’s hand fell to the ground with a CLANG, and the light in its scarlet eyes dimmed as its entire body fell backward, stiff as a board.

THUD!!

The heavy impact kicked up a cloud of dust.

But Kaos still hadn’t sent a notification.

Apparently, although this standard-issue Mechanical Doll had a Four-Star rating, it wasn’t valuable enough to have its abilities captured.

Wang Xi felt a little disappointed.

’All show and no go.’

’It didn’t even drop a single Card!’

The sounds of fierce fighting in the hallway outside didn’t last long. After a loud roar and a slight tremor that shook the room, silence returned.

Pinocchio returned to the room as if nothing had happened.

Aside from a bit of dust, he was completely unharmed. He clapped his hands together like a good boy who had just finished his chores and flashed Wang Xi a wide, toothy grin.

’See, that’s what you call a professional.’

’Both were Four-Star Dolls, but the difference was like night and day.’

’Of course, one was a basic unit while the other was a Hero unit. Comparing them really did a disservice to Pinocchio.’

’Huh, that’s not right.’

Wang Xi’s gaze suddenly sharpened.

He noticed that the entry above Pinocchio’s head had changed at some point.

The dazzling silver patterns were still there, but...

"Masterpiece Doll · Pinocchio (Green/Five Stars)"

Pinocchio had silently leveled up a star!

’He had been secretly growing while following me.’

’Hard to say about his mind.’

’But he’s definitely gotten stronger.’

’What a guy!’

Wang Xi was secretly amazed.

’No wonder Pinocchio could drop a unique Black Card. He’s a Mechanical Doll that can evolve!’

’Worthy of the name "Masterpiece"!’

"Gai, let’s hurry and go after Calvin. Don’t let him get away."

Pinocchio said.

Wang Xi grunted in agreement, turned his Beheading Sword back into a Card, and put it away. He was about to leave with the Queen, but the sound of dense footsteps and the CLANGING of armor came from outside.

"Hurry! Move it!"

"Lord Calvin has given the order! We will rescue Her Majesty the Queen or die trying!"

"The Queen has been taken hostage and is being controlled by the evil Warlock!"

"Surround this place!"

"Don’t let them escape!"

"..."

Wang Xi and Pinocchio looked at each other.

Meanwhile, Sianna’s expression was grim.

It was obvious that Calvin had long since taken secret control of the Royal Palace. Most of the people here were his.

’It’s hard to tell who the real monarch is anymore.’

Even if the Queen herself tried to explain, it would likely be useless... because she was currently "being controlled by the Warlock," and her words and actions would not be considered her own.

"Pinocchio, you take the Queen and fly down first."

Wang Xi said after a moment of thought.

"Okay, Gai." Pinocchio answered without any question or hesitation. Amidst Queen Xianna’s cry of surprise, he securely hoisted her onto his back. "Hold on tight, Your Majesty."

"We’re taking off!"

Carrying the Queen on his back, Pinocchio leaped straight out of the fifth-floor tower window.

"Ahhh—"

Immediately after, the Queen’s scream faded into the distance.

Just then, a squad of fully armed Guards arrived on the scene, storming into the Queen’s chambers with ferocious expressions.

’The fourth time tonight...’

’And another huge crowd is pouring in.’

’Good thing Queen Xianna already took off, or she’d probably be cursing them out.’

"It’s Gai Farrell!"

"Where’s the Queen? Where did you hide the Queen?!"

"Hand over Her Majesty at once!"

"Scarlet Warlock! Die!"

The Guards, holding Sword Shields, swarmed forward.

Seeing this, Wang Xi simply raised his hand and waved.

SPLASH!

Water burst forth.

Over a dozen sharp, flowing Flying Knives shot out in a fan shape, landing on the group of Guards with wet THWAPS.

Blood blossomed.

Five or six Guards screamed as they collapsed.

The others turned pale with fright but quickly raised their shields and continued their charge.

"Don’t be afraid of him!"

"Charge and get in close!"

"He’s just a Warlock! He’s physically weak!"

’Me?’

’Physically weak?’

Wang Xi wanted to scoff.

But he had no intention of giving these Guards a physical shock with his fists. It would be pointless and a waste of time.

Wang Xi spread his fingers and raised his palm upward.

WHOOSH—

A great sheet of water materialized out of thin air, swirling around him like dancing sprites. As Wang Xi clenched his fist, the water coalesced into fist-sized Water Balls.

"Go."

Wang Xi flicked his hand.

SWISH SWISH SWISH—

The dense barrage of Water Balls flew out like cannonballs, exploding with a series of BANGS as they struck the crowd. The powerful impacts sent them reeling, and they tumbled to the ground, completely disoriented.

Without a backward glance, Wang Xi turned and vaulted over the windowsill, moving with the stylish flair of some Otherworld daredevil—

He was as agile as a monkey, climbing and leaping between the ledges on the outer wall. After a few drops, he landed smoothly on the ground.

His leather boots had just touched the stone ground.

When Wang Xi looked up, he froze.

Pinocchio was shielding Queen Xianna, and they were surrounded by torches, their light blinding.

A quick glance revealed a rough estimate of forty to fifty people surrounding them, watching like hungry tigers.

More than half of them wore armor, carried longswords, and had green capes bearing a stag crest. The prefix on their entries was all "Palace Swordsmen."

The rest were "Palace Warlocks" in deep blue, lace-trimmed robes.

These people were almost all Two-Stars, with a small number of Three-Stars mixed in.

’Looks like the elite of the Royal Palace’s defense force.’

Wang Xi thought to himself.

’This is going to be a little troublesome.’

He knew that breaking out of this encirclement would not be easy.

Especially while having to ensure the Queen’s safety.

Sianna was just an ordinary person and could easily be injured by the aftershocks of the battle.

"Gai Farrell!"

At that moment, a white-haired old man in a deep blue, gold-trimmed robe stepped out from the crowd.

His face was wrinkled and his gaze was sharp. He spoke in a deep voice:

"You traitor, who willingly kneels at the hem of a Witch’s skirt! We see you as a disgrace to humanity... Hand over Her Majesty the Queen at once, or don’t even think about leaving the Royal Palace Castle alive tonight!"

Wang Xi looked at the old dog, barking incessantly.

"Court Mage Master · Bertrand (Scarlet/Four-Star)"

At the same time, the guy’s entry was wreathed in Bronze Patterns, clearly marking him as an Elite unit.

"Your Majesty, it seems even the Court Mage Master has long since thrown in his lot with Calvin."

Wang Xi said with a smile, turning his head to Sianna.

The Queen gritted her pearly teeth and shouted:

"Bertrand! When you were at your lowest, it was my father, the king, who took you in... Yet now you repay kindness with ingratitude, colluding with Calvin!"

"Your Majesty the Queen, it is not ingratitude. Your words truly sadden me."

The old Warlock put on a forlorn expression, theatrically beating his chest. He quickly straightened up, puffed out his chest, and bellowed:

"The Queen’s mind has been controlled by that Warlock’s Magic! As Her Majesty’s trusted Warlock Master, I will risk my life to protect her and save her from his evil clutches!"

As he spoke, the old Warlock turned to the middle-aged man leading the swordsmen’s ranks and said in a low voice:

"Master Franz, you lead the Swordsmen Corps in the charge. I will lead the Warlocks in providing support from the rear... But you must not harm Her Majesty the Queen!"

"You don’t need to give me orders, old man!"

The man named Franz, who had short blond hair and resolute features, just grunted coldly, drew the exquisite longsword from his waist, and raised his arm to shout:

"Palace Swordsmen, on my command! Slay the evildoer with me and rescue Her Majesty the Queen!"

CLAMOR—

More than twenty armored swordsmen swarmed in from all sides, their green stag-crest capes fluttering in the night wind.

Wang Xi focused his gaze.

"Court Swordmaster · Franz (Scarlet/Four-Star)"

This middle-aged swordsman in the lead also had his entry wreathed in Bronze Patterns, marking him as an Elite.

"Pinocchio, are you confident you can handle this?"

Wang Xi asked softly.

The black-haired boy giggled and patted his chest with full confidence.

"Leave it to me, Gai."

With that, he raised his right arm and gripped its wrist with his left hand, as if setting up a cannon. At the same time, he spread the fingers of his right hand, aiming his palm at the Swordsmen Corps in front of him.

Seeing this familiar stance, Wang Xi couldn’t help but recall the scene at the Black Lake when he and Pinocchio faced the Textile Witch and Medusa.

But back then, Pinocchio had been hit by a debuff from the Sugar Witch Bev’s Magic and had fired a dud.

This time was clearly different.

"Dawn Roar—"

the boy shouted in a clear voice.

BOOM!!!

A deafening roar erupted.

A blinding flash of light appeared, and a visible ring of white smoke expanded outward.

The ground trembled as a dust wave several meters high erupted in front of them. A powerful gust of wind blew past, and amidst cries of shock and pain, the members of the Swordsmen Corps were sent flying.

Several unlucky bastards were blasted into the sky, then fell, tumbling like rag dolls.

Wang Xi was inwardly impressed. Pinocchio’s single blast had instantly killed seven or eight Two-Star Swordsmen, and most of the rest were wounded.

Before the dust and smoke could even settle, Pinocchio let out a "Yahoo!" and charged forward.

CLANG!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Sword Master Franz looked a bit disheveled but was uninjured. He wielded his exquisite Treasure Sword, locked in fierce combat with Pinocchio.

He seemed wary of the boy’s iron fists, doing his best to dodge them, while seizing opportunities to counterattack with his superb Swordsmanship. The flashes of his blade were venomous and cunning.

But when the Treasure Sword, sharp enough to sever a falling hair, struck Pinocchio, it could only tear his clothes. As it scraped across his fair, smooth skin, it let out a harsh metallic screech and threw off sparks.

Franz’s pupils couldn’t help but shrink.

’This boy is even harder than steel!’

"Master Franz, I’ll help you."

Just then, the old Warlock Bertrand’s shout came from a short distance away.

He raised a wooden Magic Staff as tall as a man and as thick as an arm, aiming it at the battlefield.

WHOOM—

A ball of scorching, brilliant fire grew from small to large.

In the blink of an eye, it condensed to the size of a millstone half a man’s height and hurtled toward Pinocchio... In its path, it clearly made no distinction between friend or foe, including the Sword Master in its attack range.

"Bertrand! What are you doing?!"

Franz roared, his brow furrowed.

He intended to dodge back to avoid being burned by the high-temperature, spiraling Large Fireball. But the black-haired boy seized the opportunity to close the distance and grab his arm.

"Hee hee, you’re not going anywhere!"

"You?!"

The Sword Master was both shocked and enraged.

He tried to break free, only to find that the boy had monstrous strength. His hand was like an iron clamp, gripping his forearm tightly.

’This guy is made of iron, but I’m not!’

’If I take a direct hit from Bertrand’s charged-up Large Fireball, I’ll be roasted medium-rare on the spot!’

Just as the Fireball was about to hit.

A Water Ball of the same size flew in from a distance and collided with it in mid-air, exploding violently.

Hot steam billowed out with a HISS.

Boiling water splashed onto Sword Master Franz, scalding him so badly he flailed his limbs and cried out strangely.

In contrast, Pinocchio was drenched in the boiling water but seemed completely unaffected. Steam rose from his body as he turned his head and shouted:

"Thanks, Gai!"

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