Chapter 377 Leblanc's Trap
Galen followed Katerina back to her apartment.
As a refugee resettlement building that offers free rental, the interior space of this house is not very large.
When Garen, a tall and strong tin can man, squeezed into the door with his Storm Sword as wide as a door panel on his back, the already small room seemed even more cramped.
Especially the huge sword that he carried on his back - if Garen turned around in the narrow corridor, the heavy and sharp sword blade might uncontrollably hit the wall on the side.
"Mr. Galen," Catalina suggested casually, "Your sword is too big and there's no place to put it in the house. How about putting it in the entrance?"
"Yeah." Galen nodded.
He took down the great sword that he never left behind and leaned it against the wall at the door.
Seeing that he had lost his weapon, Catalina calmly invited him to walk into the living room and sit on the sofa.
"I'll make you some tea." She said, turning back to the kitchen.
But Galen took the initiative to hold her hand: "No need, Kana. Let's talk first."
"Hmm..." Katarina hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to Garen.
She calmly tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, revealing her smooth white neck, and pretended to casually kick off her slippers, exposing her slender legs wrapped in black stockings to the public without reservation.
Although these were just a few "inadvertent" little movements, they showed her charm more perfectly.
Now she is like a beautiful little flower ready for you to pick, making anyone's heart flutter at a glance.
"Kana." Garen seemed to be completely immersed in this ambiguous atmosphere: "I have thought about it carefully along the way, I..."
"Hmm?" Catalina blinked expectantly.
"I like you, really." Galen looked very serious. He looked into Katarina's eyes, as if he wanted to talk directly to her soul: "I hope to be with you forever and pursue our common ideals."
Galen's words were very serious, sounding like a leader taking an oath of initiation. But the admiration in his words could not be more obvious and solemn.
"Kana, would you?"
"Of course!" Catalina blushed and answered emotionally.
Then, as if she could no longer suppress her excitement, she couldn't help but rush into Garen's broad and strong arms.
Then, Katarina raised her head slightly from Galen's arms, closed her eyes, and shyly but eagerly raised her moist and shiny lips.
It was another "fatal blow" with more power.
Moreover, there is no one around now, and without the interference of so many light bulbs on the street, the lethality of this move will be even greater.
Seeing that Garen was about to be silenced + stunned + charmed + suppressed + imprisoned again, he was in a state of mind blank and at the mercy of others...
"Wait, Kana." He quietly pressed Katarina's shoulders and slowly pushed the girl out.
"Huh?" Catalina opened her eyes in confusion.
What she saw was Galen's eyes, those extremely clear eyes.
"What's wrong, Mr. Galen?" Catalina asked innocently.
But Garen's eyes remained unwavering: "You're not Kana, are you?"
"You..." Catalina's face changed slightly: "What are you talking about?"
"The real Kana wouldn't play such boring erotic tricks." Galen stared sharply at Katarina and her bare feet that had deliberately escaped from her slippers: "Who are you?"
"I, I am Kana..." Katarina said a little scared: "Mr. Galen, what nonsense are you talking about? I have been with you all day, haven't I?"
"Still playing dumb." Garen scolded coldly: "If the one talking to me now is really Kana herself, then you should summon the Wind Leader's Thread of Faith for me just like Kana did before!"
Katrina: “…”
There was a dead silence in the air.
"You can't summon it, right?" Garen asked sternly, "The body can be enslaved, the soul can be bound, but faith based on free will cannot be forced no matter what."
"So no matter how hard you try, you can never replace a true leader!"
“……” Another silence.
Finally, "Katrina" spoke.
The person in front of Garen was indeed Katarina, but the one controlling this body was not her, but LeBlanc.
The real Katarina had her account forcibly removed by LeBlanc because she refused to carry out the assassination attempt on Garen.
She could only watch the battle from the sidelines in anger, watching how Leblanc led Garen into this murder trap step by step, and how she used her body to harm Garen...
Fortunately, Garen was not hit in the end.
This made "Katrina", that is, Leblanc's face become very ugly: "Boy, when did you notice it?"
"..." Garen did not answer. He was not in the habit of explaining things to the enemy.
He just seemed to have finally confirmed some important fact and he breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that my guess was correct. The real Kana is the leader who has abandoned the dark and joined the light, and her body is controlled by you."
"That's great, that's great..."
"What's good?" Leblanc frowned, as if she was on guard against Garen's next move.
Galen just looked into her eyes, as if he wanted to see the real Katarina through those eyes.
"Fortunately, I didn't make a mistake." He said seriously: "Kana is the leader, someone who has awakened. Confirming this is more important than anything else."
"So?" Leblanc's face was cold: "You have guessed the truth, and you are still willing to come here with me."
"Do you have any backup plan, or are you too confident in your skills and think you can escape my trap?"
"Or do you just naively trust Zaun's security measures, thinking that as long as you make a little noise, you can immediately get support from the Wind Leader?"
Generally speaking, this trick does work.
Because the blue bird incarnation of the goddess is all over the city.
At this moment, right below this refugee resettlement apartment, on the electric pole next to the road, stood a "blue bird".
City Steward".
If Garen and Leblanc were fighting in the house, the Leader would immediately notice the abnormality and rush to support them.
But Leblanc had already considered this.
"Don't forget, this is my territory."
Leblanc shouted coldly, and countless rune marks shining with brilliant magical light suddenly appeared on the seemingly ordinary walls, doors and windows around her.
These magic runes were interconnected and instantly formed an invisible magic barrier, separating the space inside and outside the house.
At this time, if someone looked in from downstairs or from outside the window, they could only see a normal scene without any ripples.
This is the real trap, a magical barrier like a prison.
And then, in this narrow space isolated by the barrier, it was like a magic trick...
"die!"
Garen was still staring at Katarina in front of him, and the seemingly empty air behind him suddenly felt a ripple.
A hooded boy holding a blade emerged from invisibility - it was Talon.
A girl holding a staff also appeared right after him - it was Leblanc.
Both of them used magic to hide their figures and unexpectedly appeared from behind Garen.
Katarina, who was controlled by Leblanc, also cooperated with her two companions at this moment, broke free from Garen's restraints, and took out the blade that had been prepared for a long time from her arms.
At this moment, Garen didn't even have a weapon in his hand.
His weapon was placed against the wall of the entrance hall, several meters away from him.
How can Garen, without a sword, resist the combined attack of Talon, LeBlanc, and Katarina?
"This guy... is dead!"
Until the very last moment of the attack, LeBlanc was on high alert for Garen's back-up plan.
But Garen didn't take any action at all. It was as if he just followed innocently, confident that he would not die.
But now he has no support and no weapons, so how can he not die?
"Because I am the leader."
At the last moment when the blade was about to stab, Garen took action.
He spun with his bare hands like a spinning top—without a sword in his hands, but with a howling wind around him:
"Judgment of the Wind!"
