Chapter 484 Rebirth From the Ashes: Battlefield Diary (Part 2) Battlefield Navigation

Chapter 484: Rebirth from the ashes: Battlefield Diary (Part 2) Route on the battlefield

Even many years later, Pedroniela could still recall the scene at that time. She almost hit him, and the faint smile appeared on his face.

That is bound to make Petronila Viva ashamed for a long time.

"Your Excellency Marshal." She hurriedly put away her gun, "I'm sorry, I."

"You can only apologize after something wrong happens." He still smiled lightly, "But the wrong thing didn't happen, right? Will you record this in your notebook here today?"

"No, Your Excellency."

"Well then, nothing happened."

He moved his eyes away, as if he had forgotten what had just happened for a moment. Petronilla secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She carefully looked at the deformed demon lying on the ground with its eyes open.

"What is that?" she asked cautiously.

"A transformation demon. In the past, he was the Minister of State Affairs named Fanfren Cashor."

As he said this, Pedronela noticed the torn white robe of the Ministry of Government on the monster and the chain hanging around his neck. Those things were already too small and completely out of proportion to his huge size.

Pedrone looked at the dead demon in awe, and the fear in her heart had reduced a lot. Perhaps because Vito was standing beside her, the fear was quickly replaced by curiosity again.

"He was a human being?" she asked. "But how did he become this way?"

"Chaos has many secrets, and Tzeentch is the most secret among them, so it is better to be happy with Slaanesh than to reach an agreement with Tzeentch."

She fell from the air and said in a light and melodious voice. Pedrone looked and saw that Sarah Malfoy's steel wings spread out behind her and fell from nowhere.

She had a graceful figure, like a marble sculpture of hibiscus. When she raised her head and smiled, Pedrone could not help but blush. She was indeed beautiful and had a unique attraction.

They said she and Lilith were sisters? If Lilith is as beautiful as her, then it's no wonder that Vito has an affair with them, and this also makes Petronila a little unhappy.

Her eyes uncontrollably carefully scanned Sarah's body, and she noticed a book in her hand. It was a strange collection of books with a cover that screamed a human face.

"That is?"

"Ah." She smiled and held up the book, "It's better that you don't know. At other times, just seeing this corrupt demon would be enough to kill you."

Her beautiful but chilling smile made Pedronilla stiffen instantly, and for a moment there was an uneasy cold feeling on her back, which lasted for a while before dissipating after she smiled again.

"But don't worry, I'm not my sister, I'm not the inquisitor, and I'm not those paranoid nuns." As she spoke, the book in her hand suddenly caught fire without warning, and soon turned to ashes in her hands.

Is she a psyker? Petronila thought to herself, but did not say it out loud. She heard that psychics are good at reading minds. She didn't know if Sarah could read her own, but the smile that seemed to know everything still made Petronila very happy. Restlessness, and boredom.

She then turned her attention to other places and discovered that Anthony was still alive.

It's just that he didn't live well. There were bandages on his arms, and there were slight burn marks on the side of his cheek. The fermentation on his disheveled and well-groomed hair was replaced by coagulated blood, and he looked quite bad.

"Mr. Anthony, are you injured?" Pedronela asked worriedly on the surface, but in fact she wished he was lying outside, or in a burnt bookshelf here.

"Don't worry about him. It's just a minor injury. It won't take long to heal." Sarah smiled. "I bandage people myself. This is rare, so you are very lucky, Anthony."

"It's a great honor for me, Sister Sarah." Anthony nodded with a polite smile, but Petronilla didn't see any respect in it. I'm afraid something unpleasant happened between them before.

But I don't care, and I don't like Anthony anyway. Sarah is a little better.

"Have you seen the scenery outside? Is there anything worth writing about?" Although Vito said this, his eyes were not on himself at all, but on the transforming demon.

"Is there any glory worth singing about?" he continued to ask, but Petronila had already heard the meaning of those words.

"Yes, Your Excellency, there are many worthy of writing poems, such as this devil. I think I will have a good work." She tapped the notebook in her hand, "Of course, provided you tell me what happened here. Everything, every detail."

He seemed satisfied, with a wicked smile on his face, and now Pedronela was sure that he had deliberately arranged to come here later to show off, to show off his achievements, and to laugh at the ridicule he had made towards him before.

He was like a child who had not grown up, Petronila sighed secretly, but indeed, it was effective. He did feel ashamed and embarrassed, so he succeeded.

"Well, I don't remember too many details, but I think Sir Anthony remembers it, right?" Vito said and looked at Anthony, "He was always present and remembers everything."

"Besides being crushed under the fallen bookshelf and hanging out for half the time." Sarah suddenly interjected, which immediately caused Anthony's blushing annoyance.

But Vito seemed to have not heard that. "Can you tell Miss Petronilla Viva the story of this place? If you can, I will be very grateful."

"Of course, Marshal, I am honored to tell Miss Petronilla your glory."

"Also Sarah's, of course, and yours." Vito's smile suddenly showed a hint of irritation to Anthony. Petronilla could see the red face under the wet hair.

But she soon looked at Vito and saw another kind of smile with hidden mystery.

"I think you can arrange an interview as soon as possible. The longer the memory is delayed, the more blurred it will be." He said with a smile.

Petronilla understood the meaning and nodded. He also smiled and turned his eyes to other places. Petronilla remembered what he started talking to Sarah about. She couldn't remember it clearly, or she didn't want to remember it.

For the rest of the memory of that day, Petronilla only remembered that she began to look around, looking for and observing traces of the battle, intending to piece together the outline of the story in her mind now.

It was dangerous. Yes, wandering around in the library where the demons had just corrupted, any book here might contain seeds of corruption, and one look would drive you crazy, but as mentioned before, when faced with fear, human curiosity always prevails.

So Petronilla began to flip through the books that were not burned carelessly, and Vito seemed to have noticed it, but he said nothing and acquiesced to her behavior.

Petronilla shuttled between the bookshelves. It was pitiful that the fire here had indeed burned a lot of precious books, and most of the remaining books that could be flipped through were boring contents, numbers and records, nothing new.

So after a while, she was bored and threw one of the poor remnants on the ground, without any pity for its disintegration. Petronilla searched around, hoping to find anything that made her curious again, and she did find it.

It was just that the location was quite inappropriate. The thing was behind the belt of the Thousand Change Demon, close to its back.

Petronilla swallowed a breath. Although she knew it was dead, the existence of the demon still made her instinctively afraid. But in the end, her strong curiosity once again dispelled her fear and illuminated the way to there.

She walked up and carefully came to the demon. She stretched out her hand to pry open the letter box behind its waist and pulled out the letter that had been opened with the fire seal.

She looked at the scroll in her hand. Her reason warned her, but curiosity drove her to open the curled letter. Her eyes read carefully, and her heart was uncontrollably raised to her throat, as if she was afraid of being discovered.

But there is a saying that the more people fear something, the more it will come.

"What are you looking at?"

A voice scared Petronilla. She really jumped up and looked at Anthony in horror. Soon, as Vito and Sarah came around, she became even more nervous and threw the letter in her hand aside.

But she knew it was over. Not only Anthony, but Vito also saw her throw away the letter. But what Petronilla didn't expect was that Vito didn't scold her or even kill her on the spot.

"It seems that Miss Petronilla found something we didn't notice before." He smiled, "What is it? Miss Petronilla."

"A letter, sir, I..."

"Very interesting, you have read the content, right?"

"Sir, I didn't mean it, I swear!" Petronilla shouted nervously, her heart in her throat.

"Of course." He was still smiling, and he didn't seem to have any murderous intentions, but this made Petronilla more nervous. "So, what's in the letter? Tell us, satisfy our curiosity."

"Just like yours." He seemed to be comforting himself. Petronilla didn't know, but she knew she shouldn't disobey him now, so after some hesitation, she picked up the letter again.

She quickly read the contents. "The letter is from another group of Tzeentch demons, written in Gothic. They said that the operation in Victoria was going well and asked about Van Furen Kashall."

"This demon." She added after a moment, and this slightly funny reaction made Sarah laugh. Petronilla blushed and felt embarrassed.

"Of course, then?" He still smiled, "What else did the letter say?"

"The demon on Victoria asked Van Furen Kashall whether to execute the "critical step""

"The critical step?"

"This is the original words, sir, I don't know what it means, it's not mentioned in the letter."

Vito snorted for a long time, his eyes pondering Van Furen Kashall next to him, and he smiled again after a moment.

"It seems that I have to revisit the old place." He smiled, "I hope Silver Snake is okay, I really miss that girl."

Petronilla didn't know who Silver Snake was, but she saw the twitch in Sarah's eyes, so she knew now.