I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Chapter 129 Rescue in Progress 2

Lynn's gaze swept over Linor lying on the ground, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Linor?

What is she doing here?

According to her memories from her previous life, she should still be on the other side of the abyss right now.

Not much energy from the abyss entered her, and she forced her way in. Her strength must have been severely suppressed. No wonder she looked so miserable; she couldn't even handle a human duke at the king level.

"And who are you?"

Duke Frederick of Flame interrupted Lynn's thoughts. His golden eyes surveyed Lynn's sudden appearance, as well as Mel and Hill, who appeared silently at the door.

Lynn withdrew his gaze and looked at Duke Flame, his tone calm as if stating a fact: "Prophet Lynn, I've come to kill you."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Just the three of you Super-Rank, and one of you is a Mid-Rank Knight? Who gave you the audacity?"

Duke Flame seemed to have heard some absurd joke.

Lynn shrugged: "Of course it's Fish Leong."

The name clearly startled the Duke.

He added, "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

"Take this, Water Arrow Technique!"

Before he finished speaking, he tapped his staff lightly, and dozens of seemingly ordinary water arrows shot towards Duke Flame.

At the same time, he gave Lyra, who was disguised as an ordinary high-level mage, a wink.

Lyra nodded.

"A mere trick! How dare you show off your skills before an expert!!" Duke Flame sneered. Not only was he not intimidated, but he also gathered his blazing sun battle aura on his body and charged towards Lynn.

The water arrow struck the aura shield, making a loud "sizzling" sound, and was instantly evaporated into large swathes of white water vapor.

This moisture... isn't it a bit too thick?

The Duke's charge faltered slightly as he was instantly enveloped by a thick, scorching white fog so dense that he could not see his own hand in front of his face, and Lynn disappeared completely from sight.

"Hmph, a smokescreen!" He snorted coldly, and his fighting spirit suddenly erupted. A violent heat wave swept outwards from him, dispelling all the mist.

The moment the fog was dispersed, seven sharp whooshing sounds came from the air!

The arrows were angled sharply, blocking his space to dodge.

The Duke reacted swiftly, drawing his sword from its sheath and coating it with condensed battle aura.

His wrists flicked, and with a few crisp "clangs," he accurately deflected each arrow.

However, just as he was parrying the arrow, he looked up and saw that on the opposite side where the white mist had dissipated, a rock cannonball made of highly compressed fire and earth elements had already taken shape at the top of Lynn's staff, spinning violently.

The rock cannonballs roared and hurtled toward him!

The speed was too fast, the distance too close, and the range too large, making it impossible to completely dodge.

"Drink!" The Flame Duke, with his rich combat experience, made an instant judgment, frantically gathering all his battle aura in front of him to form an extremely solid battle aura shield, intending to withstand this attack head-on.

This was when Duke Flame was fully engaged in defending the front.

All that could be heard was Lynn's clear shout: "Instant Flash!"

Alarm bells rang in the Flame Duke's mind: Spatial magic?!

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Lynn's figure suddenly appearing above his head, his hand now wielding a longsword that gleamed with a cold light, its blade radiating terrifying battle aura as it cleaved down with the force of a thunderbolt!

"Super-Rank Combat Skill: Falling Star!"

The Duke's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively channeled his fighting spirit into his sword, raising his hand to block the fierce attack from the air.

But his sixth sense told him—

Danger!

The deadly danger came from behind!

A calm female voice, like the whisper of death, sounded from inches behind him:

"Spatial Magic [Spatial Cut]".

"Buzz—"

A flash of white light appeared, but Duke Flame remained in the position of raising his hand to block.

The explosion of the rock cannonball and the burst of battle aura from Lynn's Falling Star Slash came at the same time, and the smoke and dust became even thicker.

Lynn used the momentum to bounce backward and landed lightly.

From within the smoke and dust came the twisted, unbelievable laughter of Duke Frederick the Flame, but the laughter quickly became intermittent and hoarse:

"Ha...hahaha! A dignified prophet...a peak king-level being...actually resorting to sneak attacks! How could he...be so...unsportsmanlike! I...am not reconciled!!"

If they hadn't deliberately concealed their strength and launched a sneak attack, Frederick was fully confident he could have escaped.

but now……

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Frederick remained standing, still in the position of raising his hand to block, the golden aura emanating from his body not even completely extinguished.

From the front, he appears to be... completely unharmed?

But the next moment, a smooth line of blood suddenly appeared in the center of his body.

"puff--!"

Blood, like a fountain that had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly gushed out from that line of blood, staining the magnificent duke's robes a dazzling scarlet.

His body slowly parted and slid down along the bloodline...

It became 2.5 lines of enlightenment.

The vitality of a King-level expert is indeed tenacious; even after being cut in half, the remaining body still twitches.

Duke Flame's eyes widened in fury: "You are utterly shameless!! I'll fuck you..."

call out!call out!call out!

With a blank expression, Lynn smoothly took the longbow from his back and fired three elemental arrows in quick succession, accurately piercing the head and heart.

The world is quiet now.

Lynn then put away his bow and arrows. He looked at Anne and Heather, checked them over, and found that they were just frightened and otherwise unharmed.

Mel hugged Anne tightly, who had been lost and found again, and was somewhat incoherent.

Then, Lynn's gaze fell on Linor.

When Linor felt that gaze, her body stiffened, and she tried to puff out her small chest, attempting to maintain the last bit of dignity.

She raised her pale face, trying to adopt a condescending posture:

"You lowly human, standing before you is the vampire grand duke from the abyss, the one who will ultimately rule the abyss, Princess Linor!"

"You...you did a good job, you got rid of this annoying bug for me."

"Now, submit to me and become my servant. Once I regain my strength, I can bestow upon you the title of prince!"

The more she spoke, the more confident she seemed to become, a sickly blush even appearing on her pale face: "Let me tell you, don't look at me like this now... once I recover, I'll be very strong!"

"Follow me, you'll have a bright future!"

After recovery, it became incredibly powerful.

This Lynn deserves recognition, but does he have a future?

Remembering Linor's frequent abandonment of her subordinates and her errands, Lynn felt there was no future in it.

Lynn didn't say anything, but walked over, squatted down, and carefully examined her.

Linor felt a little uneasy under his gaze, but still forced a smile: "What...what are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen such a noble vampire before?"

"I don't like the way you look at me. You can't stare at me like that..."

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Before she could finish speaking, she noticed Lynn grabbing the back of her gothic dress by the collar and lifting her off the ground like a disobedient kitten.

Linor panicked the moment her feet left the ground, her limbs flailing wildly and erratically: "Let go! You rude, lowly human! What are you doing?! Put me down!"

"I am a vampire duke! A duke! Believe me or not, I can slap you flat once I regain my powers!"

Unfortunately, in her current weakened state, her frantic grabbing didn't even touch Lynn's clothes; the force was about the same as a kitten's pounce.

Lynn held her up and waved her in front of him, seemingly lost in thought: "You said you're a vampire duke? From the Abyss?"

"That's right! It's the real deal! No fakes!" Linor tried to maintain her authority and increase her persuasiveness.

"oh."

Lynn nodded, then called out to the door, "Lyra, bring the magic lock over."

"Yes, Prophet." Lyra quickly handed over a pair of silver shackles that shimmered with runic light.

Click.

Silver shackles bound Linor's slender wrists.

Linor immediately felt as if her already dwindling magic power had been frozen, completely unable to be mobilized, and even her physical strength had been greatly diminished.

???

Linor froze, her bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief: "You... what do you mean?! I'm the savior of those two lowly humans!"

"And I am a noble vampire duke! How could you treat a lady in distress like this! You ungrateful wretch! Untie me now!"

Although it couldn't be saved!

But there's hope for me, Linor, too, isn't there?

As she spoke, Linor's body writhed wildly.

Lynn lifted her up a little higher so that he could look her in the eye at her furious little face, and put on a smile that Lynor found utterly detestable.

"A vampire duke? A visitor from the abyss? A lady in distress?"

"Oh dear, what a coincidence! We're currently at odds with the Abyss."

"So, as a heretic, prepare to face judgment!!"

Lynn spoke casually, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Let's go, let's get out of this hellhole first. Mel, take Anne and Heather, Hill, and Lyra with you, and keep watch."

Linor, who was being carried around like a little chick, listened to Lynn's words.

She looked at the shaking castle floor before her and finally realized—

I feel like...

Having just escaped one tiger's den, they've fallen into another?

"You lowly human! You'll regret this!"

"Once I recover, I'll make you my lowest-ranking blood slave! You'll only be allowed to drink rat blood every day!"

"I swear!!"

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?!"

"Put me down! I can walk by myself! Don't I have any dignity?!"

Linor's protests echoed through the castle dungeon passageways, gradually fading into the distance.

Lynn walked with a steady gait, a slight smile curving her lips.

Linor, Linor.

Let me just be a handbag for a few days and be obedient.

I still have to settle those old scores from our past lives with you, slowly.