Let them go!

Hearing this, Black Glasses almost exploded with anger. He thought to himself, "You guys are out of your mind. What happened to the Brotherhood Without Flags and the Piston Legion has brought the entire plot to a standstill. If it hadn't been for the boss's actions,

Be prepared, I'm afraid the entire plot will be controlled by them.

But just when he was about to reprimand, Michelangelo suddenly laughed, and then stood up and turned into a haha-sized figure. It seemed that Watt had just said something particularly funny.

Michelangelo waved his hand to stop the black glasses, and added tobacco to himself. He took a slow puff and said, "Let them go~ Very good, well said!"

Black Glasses was a little surprised, but then he suppressed this emotion. He knew that only when Michelangelo was happy, he would add tobacco by himself, so he put down his worries.

"Don't worry about them, let's do it ourselves. Is there any news from No. 10?" Michelangelo asked.

Black Glasses bowed and said, "My lord, according to the news from their flying message, we have succeeded. The strategist commander is preparing to ascend the throne with our guidance and help."

This news was like a bolt from the blue. Watt raised his head and looked at his black glasses in disbelief.

Michelangelo smiled and said, "You may have always had a question, as the digital matrix that enters the plot at the same time does not do anything at all..."

"Sir...I didn't..."

Michelangelo blew out a puff of smoke and interrupted Watt's defense, "Needless to deny, I am still somewhat sure of people's hearts. This is because the Digital Matrix has invested all its power in Demacia and the front line, and there are a large number of

Supplies, equipment and personnel were lurking in Noxus. While convincing Demacia to suspend the battle, we also assassinated 'demigod' Burnham Darkwill!"

What! Watt's mind went blank. He knew very well that Michelangelo would not joke about such a thing. However, doubt and fear could not be suppressed in his heart.

How is this possible? "Demigod" Burnham Darkwill is probably one of the most mysterious rulers in Valoran. Almost no one knows what he looks like, and even the Screeners have no such information.

The highest governing body in Noxus is the High Command, which is also the highest military authority in the country. In Noxus, the military controls all aspects of the political territory, and there is no clear dividing line between war and politics.

The eternally youthful Supreme Commander, General Burnham Darkwill, has ruled Noxus for countless years, which has far exceeded the average lifespan of a normal human. It is rumored that he has survived for so many years through necromancy.

And considering that General Darkwill ruled the High Command of Noxus before King Jarvan I of Demacia, this rumor is somewhat credible.

It is conceivable that such a character who has survived for hundreds of years is definitely not comparable to ordinary plot heroes.

But he was killed by someone, and the murderer was the old man in front of him!

Michelangelo took advantage of Watt's daze and pressed his briar pipe hard on his palm.

Watt screamed. The burning in his hands was more intense than before. But before he finished screaming, this feeling disappeared as quickly as ice and snow melting.

In his palm, the burns and ashes mixed with blood formed a number - 14.

At this time, Black Glasses' expression was like a spring breeze blowing across the earth, and he suddenly became gentle. "From now on, we are brothers, why are we still hanging around? Why don't you quickly thank me, sir!"

Watt thanked him in a panic, wishing he could kneel on the ground immediately. He patted his chest and said, "Sir, I'm going to kill those bastards now! If it weren't for them, there wouldn't be so many accidents."

Michelangelo did not answer. He seemed to have made up his mind. He turned to face the black glasses and said, "Now you lead people to Blue Wind Bay and capture Heimerdinger and Giggs. I want the Storm Goddess

Wherever the naga may be, we must prevent them from escaping Piltover before they board the aeroship!"

Black Glasses said nothing and just nodded.

"Sir, but..." Watt said hurriedly.

Michelangelo smiled indifferently, his eyes were shining brightly, and his head of pale hair moved automatically. Like a dormant lion, he stood up, and the black glasses behind him quickly covered Michelangelo with a pink coat.

The collar of his cloak is made of bear skin from the Ruthless North Wall. The long white fur is soft and close-fitting, and every hair contains a hint of thunder.

The cloak was very long, stretching from the shoulders to the floor. Only then did Watt realize that Michelangelo was two meters tall. This old man seemed to be thin and frail, but he had a commanding aura when wearing the cloak.

The cloak was obviously not a simple fabric. Even the sun outside the window was absorbed by it. There was a golden roaring lion embroidered in the center.

After finishing the black glasses, he bowed his head and said to Watt, "Let's go, I will deal with them personally."

After saying that, the two people left quickly. Michelangelo stood in the onion room that belonged to Heimerdinger, with his head almost touching the ceiling.

However, it does not give people a feeling of being cramped. Instead, it gives the illusion of being upright. It is as if the sky is above his head and the earth is beneath his feet.

Michelangelo slowly held the briar pipe to his mouth. Although the tobacco in the pipe had burned out, he still looked like he was enjoying it. Zimbabwean tobacco can be called "gold", and the burnt sweetness will not dissipate for a long time.

He took a deep breath and seemed to be intoxicated by the smell.

But there was a sudden "Kara" sound under my feet, as if something was about to break out of the ground. The teak floor shook violently, and a small iron nail suddenly flew up from above. Then it hovered in the air.

, as if the first note was struck on the piano, then all the metal objects in the Onion House fell out of their places, densely suspended around Michelangelo.

The giant catalpa beetle seemed to have been used to all this for a long time. Instead, it raised its head and waved its two stag-antler-like pincers in the air, like a general about to rush to the battlefield.

A silver spoon slowly fell from the air and stopped in front of the giant catalpa beetle. The shiny black beetle climbed into the spoon leisurely. The spoon lifted off the ground again and slowly floated in front of Michelangelo.

before.

"Almost forgot about you little thing, Tommy, we are going to fight again!"

Michelangelo said with a smile, and the giant catalpa beetle seemed to understand what he said, shaking its head and crawling into the smoke pot of the briar pipe.

At the same time, the entire Onion House began to creak. The sound gradually turned from a slight noise at the beginning to a loud rumbling sound. The whole house began to creak like a patient suffering from a cough and asthma.

There was a creaking sound and violent shaking.

Although this house is not big, with a height of just over two meters, Heimerdinger's studio is naturally built with the best materials. The roof of the Onion House alone is carved from a single piece of diamond, taking into account both defense and beauty.

, the weight is naturally not light. Even a screener would not be able to bear it if it was hit by a fifty square meter roof, let alone Michelangelo.

Isn't his head made of steel?

However, Michelangelo didn't seem worried at all. The expression on his face was more indifferent than calm. A sense of indifference to the life and death of himself and others. It made him look unusually cold. His eyelids were constantly beating.

His eyes were like sharp knives constantly shining with cold light. Although his eyes were squinting, they were irresistible.

His eyes are like sharp swords, as if they can penetrate people's hearts!

The tiny dust that rustled down, the tapestries on the walls, and the scattered tables and chairs suddenly burst into flames before they even hit the ground, and the entire onion house was instantly engulfed in flames.

Then there was an earth-shattering explosion!

The explosion was deafening, and the ground jumped violently as if a frightened animal. The leaves on the World Tree seemed to have suddenly suffered a cold wave, and countless leaves swirled and fell from the sky.

Even the gurgling stream was shaken by the explosion and stopped. A black smoke column suddenly rose from the red hill not far away, like a spear of destiny inserted into the earth, piercing the blue sky!

The smoke pillar twisted in the sword between the earth and the sky, but it did not dissipate due to the wind. Instead, it occupied the sky in the blink of an eye. It turned the blue into a leaden gray, and even the sunlight could not penetrate the sky. The light suddenly dimmed like a doomsday scene.

painting.

It's dark, heavy, and full of death.

Wang Hu, who had just finished the battle, was first attracted by the loud noise, and then saw a doomsday-like scene. A large number of black butterflies suddenly flew down from the sky, and when he looked closely, he saw large burning ashes. He patted them on his shoulders.

of ashes, and his two eyebrows were tightly squeezed together.

From the beginning of the battle to now, not even a single person has appeared in the Yodle Academy. This is an academy that can accommodate thousands of people. Not to mention Heimerdinger, not even Matthew has appeared. Let alone Ji

Gus and a bunch of Pi City scientists seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Sphinx and the others also discovered the drastic changes in the world, and Ultra's face was livid.

Dora looked around at the bloody ground and said softly, "Something seems to be wrong. Where have all the people here gone?" She was still speaking with great effort, and it seemed that the injury she had just suffered had not yet healed.

Wang Hu's eyes turned cold, he was stunned for a moment and suddenly said, "So that's it~"

"What's going on?" Otto looked at him and said, his heart pounding and an ominous premonition lingering in his heart, "Did something happen to Heimerdinger?"

Wang Hu nodded and said, "My servant told me that not long after we entered the tree cave, a group of people went on a killing spree in the college. Heimerdinger led the students to retreat. The battle just happened five minutes ago.

When it starts."

Otto kicked Yegor's dead body and said, "Where did these guys come from?"

"The screeners who protect Giggs and a group of scientists," Wang Hu said with a wry smile, "It seems that someone has interfered with our actions." He cast his gaze on the black smoke column not far away, and said solemnly, "Black

Merdinger and Giggs led a large number of Yodels to Blue Wind Bay."

"Is the information reliable?" Otto asked.

Wang Hu nodded and said, "It's true, don't forget that I have gathered some gangsters in this plot. Now I am following Heimerdinger. It seems that someone is targeting him. I didn't expect to take us easily.

It’s trapped inside.”

Ultra showed his fierce look, and the two gold-level props gave him enough confidence, "No matter who it is! I'm going to pinch out his egg yolk, and I want to see if it's broken!" After that, he raised his arms.

"Let's go! Go to Blue Wind Bay!"

"You go first, Otto, take them over quickly. I guess Heimerdinger must have left some escape route in Blue Wind Bay. I think this must be why Matthew asked us to clear out the Manatee Tribe!" Wang Hu said

He twisted his neck, and his neck bones made a crackling sound.

The Sphinx looked at him with concern and asked, "What about you? Aren't you coming with us?"

Otto smiled and said, "It seems that your horse cares about you very much!"

Sphinx and Wang Hu rolled their eyes at him at the same time. The latter frowned and said, "I can't leave. The other party is obviously asking for a fight!"

At this time, there were more and more ashes in the sky, and gradually there was black dust everywhere like a blizzard. The lawn on the ground immediately withered and was covered with a light grayish-white color. Even the stream changed.

It became turbid. It didn't look clear at all.

Dora's face suddenly turned pale, and she said in a trembling voice, "Could it be the digital matrix! Michelangelo!"

Wang Hu took a deep breath and looked up at the leaden sky. The black and gray clouds seemed to be right above his head. His heart felt heavy. There seemed to be nothingness and no sense of substance. But he could feel an unprecedented threat.

It was brewing and rolling. It was like the calm before the storm. An invisible sense of oppression made him almost breathless.
To be continued...