The operation started faster than Bologg expected. The day after Bologg informed Palmer that he was going to join the death squad, Jeffrey woke up Bologg with a phone call. The matter was urgent, and at dawn that day.
, Boluogo had already boarded the subway with Palmer, fully armed.
In the swaying carriage of the Bureau of Order's exclusive armed subway, there were only two people, Burlogo and Palmer. The atmosphere was a bit quiet. Both of them were checking their weapons to ensure that they were in peak condition.
Palmer first wiped his Storm Feather. This alchemical weapon from Vaughn is currently Palmer's main weapon. The second is the revolver named Guan Lei that has been with Palmer for a long time.
To go with this revolver, there are also expensive alchemical warheads.
In the past, in order to save money, Palmer would only carry a small amount of alchemical warheads with him, but this time, as if he wanted to empty out his home, all the ammunition he carried were deadly alchemical warheads.
In addition to these two conventional weapons, Palmer also had a new thing, a tourniquet on his wrist. However, this tourniquet looked a bit old and exuded a lingering smell, like
Blood and disinfectant were mixed together.
A dice pendant is tied to the tourniquet.
Ever since the trip to Funland, Bologna had resisted things like dice, but Palmer liked them very much.
"What kind of punk decoration?" Bologo asked, knowing that Palmer liked such niche things.
"No, this is a contract item," Palmer wrote lightly.
Belogordo glanced at Palmer.
"It was assigned by the Order Bureau. I saw this thing on the list a long time ago, but I didn't have enough merit to apply for it at the time. Later...then I felt that there was no need to apply for this thing, until now."
"What are its capabilities?"
"It's very simple. Rolling dice will distort reality according to the rolled value. The larger the value, the luckier it is, and the smaller the value, the unlucky."
Palmer raised his hand and shook the dice in front of Boluogo's eyes, "This thing is very suitable for my gift."
"Now you have become a complete gambler." Boluogo did not express too many views on Palmer and the contract object, but simply stated.
"We are all gamblers, gamblers with our heads in our pants, but no one admits it," Palmer complained in a low voice, "for the so-called respectability... just like in gangster movies,
Killing is killing, pretending to be elegant is just a false tone."
Burlogo feels that Palmer has grown a lot after going through this incident.
He whispered, "Either you win or you lose."
"I will keep winning," Palmer said stubbornly.
"There will always be a day when you lose everything."
"The day I lose will be my day of death. I know very well... everyone has a day of death." Palmer put his sleeve over the tourniquet and covered up the dice. "But you, you won't die, even if you lose."
, it’s only temporary, you will always win it back.”
"But it doesn't feel good to lose," Bologo nodded and said, "I hope we can keep winning."
The trembling in the carriage stopped, and the two of them arrived at their destination. The leisurely atmosphere completely disappeared, and the two of them became completely tense.
Palmer unconsciously placed his hand on the handle of the gun at his waist, maintaining a high degree of concentration so that he could draw out the revolver or the throwing knife in time when encountering an emergency.
The same was true for Boluogo, with one hand on the sword hilt at his waist, and the other hand gently resting on the ax handle protruding from behind.
There was a cold metallic chill from the resentful bite, and a strange warmth came from the wooden handle of the hand axe, as if a fire was burning quietly, waiting for the watering of blood.
The turbid air from the large rift poured into his nose, and Boluogo thought that soon there would be thick blood here.
A few minutes later, Bologna and Palmer arrived at the meeting place.
Boluogo suspected that he had gone astray.
The surrounding fog surged, and the rusty sky corridor was looming. The atmosphere here should have been rotten and dead, but a red carpet was actually spread out on this desolate and muddy land.
Round tables covered with white cloth were placed on the red carpet one after another. Desserts, wine, and burning candlesticks were placed on the round tables.
Boluogo suspected that he was not here to fight, but to attend an open-air drinking party.
Looking around, others had already arrived here first. Bologna and Palmer looked like they were late.
Beside the open-air reception, there was a crowd of people who were out of place and waiting. Bologg first saw Lebius and Jeffrey, and then Bologg saw a man. He was wearing red and thin armor, with a smile on his face.
Smiling, holding a goblet in hand.
Everyone looked like they were preparing for battle, but he was obviously wearing armor, but his expression was frivolous, as if he was drunk. This was a banquet that belonged to him alone. This was also the first time that Boluogo had seen this person.
A stranger, but the moment he saw the other person's back, Boluogo knew the other person's identity.
The Sixth Seat·Red Dog.鎁
Red Dog seemed to have noticed something. He turned his head and saw Boluogo and Palmer. After sizing them up, he raised his glass happily, "I remember these two faces. He is a member of your team, right?"
"
Lebius made no reply.
Boluogo knew about the grudges between Lebius and Red Dog. He didn't expect that Lebius could maintain such a calm posture. But when he thought of Lebius's appearance when talking on the street, Boluogo
He felt that the calmness in Lebius' eyes was actually a sign before the storm was coming.
There was a disgusting smile on the red dog's face. He always looked so arrogant, "Lebius, why are you so silent? Why don't you introduce it to me?"
"Red Dog, I don't want to smash your face here." Lebius said coldly.
"oh?"
Hong Quan crossed his arms, the smile on his face unchanged, "I'm really looking forward to it."
After saying that, he walked towards Bologna and Palmer, holding a wine glass in one hand and hanging the other hand in the air, as if he was preparing to shake hands with the two.
His eyes swept over the two faces, and he soon recognized their identities.
"You must be Mr. Boluogo Lazarus." Red Dog extended his hand towards Boluogo to express his goodwill. "I heard that you will be the leader of the team in the future. I hope we can have a happy cooperation."
Boluogo didn't stretch out his hand, and looked into the red dog's eyes emotionlessly. He knew that this would be a difficult opponent.
"Well, it seems like you are indeed a member of Lebius's team. Even your temperament is exactly the same."
Red Dog looked at Palmer again. He did not continue to ask for trouble, but waved his arms, raised his voice, and shouted to the people around him.
"Everyone, come and let us have a drink!"
Red Dog walked onto the red carpet. Bologg felt that Red Dog was a person with an over-acting personality. The two of them had some imaginations about this, but Bologg's acting personality only appeared when he was executing his enemies.
Under Red Dog's instruction, King's Secret Sword held a simple open-air cocktail party here to see off the next action, just like the ceremony before the battle of the knights in the old days.
Red Dog stepped on the round table and kept his balance. The round table did not shake at all.
"Today we will kill those stupid traitors. Their fate has been determined and they are destined to be crushed under my feet!"
The red dog said and drew out the secret sword from his waist. Compared to the red dog, his weapon attracted Boluogo's attention more.
It was a flame-shaped sword. The cold and hard metal had a dynamic feel, like a flying flame.
But as if it had been cursed, its original metal texture was dull, as if it had been soaked in blood, and the runes on the sword had also lost their former glory and turned into a ghastly and terrifying form.
Seeing the sword, Lebius's eyes trembled. He remembered this sword, the blade that cut his friend's throat.
The blade exudes an icy evil aura, giving people an ominous premonition. Its patterns seem to be endless blood vessels, suppressing the power of the curse within the blade, emitting a gloomy light all the time.
Boluogo suspected that it was also a contract object. Compared with the alchemy weapon, although the contract object had a terrible price, it would also give extremely strong power.
This flame-shaped sword was once a treasure admired by everyone, but now it has become a symbol of malice and curse, and has become the fear in the hearts of righteous and brave people.
Red Dog continued his pre-war declaration, and every sound was so harsh.
"Their betrayal has outraged us and they will pay for what they have done.
They will be destroyed by our own hands. Like all betrayers, no one can escape judgment. The evil thoughts and the power of darkness form an inescapable net of hell, imprisoning them firmly!
Destroyed into ashes! Become a slave!
Spend the rest of your life in screaming and pain, become a warning to all traitors, and be nailed to the tower!"
The red dog's shout was deafening, and the other secret swords responded to him, drawing out their sword blades and raising them high into the sky.
In contrast, the field staff of the Bureau of Order stood indifferently, not affected by the atmosphere of the King's Secret Sword at all.
Boluogo felt this difference. He knew that this was the difference between the Order Bureau and the King's Secret Sword. The Order Bureau was more like a modern military company, while the King's Secret Sword still maintained the traditional knight culture. This
You can tell from their clothing and weapons.
The declaration of the curse spread into the fog, and Palmer whispered, "Won't this alert the enemy?"
"The Great Rift has been completely sealed. If the Shadow King is not a fool, he must know what will happen," Boluogo said. "This is not actually a raid, but an all-out war... You understand now, I
Why do you call us the death squads?"
Palmer understood, but he didn't have the slightest fear. He just touched the dice on his wrist, feeling the coldness of the metal and the undulations of the pattern, which seemed to make him feel at ease.
Red Dog walked down the round table, and the other Secret Swordsmen had already started drinking. They only drank half the glass, and then sprinkled the remaining half glass on the sword blade.
In the old days, the knights of the Kogadel Empire would spill the remaining half glass of wine at the feet of their war horses. Now the sword has replaced the war horse and has become their indispensable partner.
As every field officer knows, a sword is not only their weapon, but also a status symbol.
"A very good declaration, enough to make everyone lose their minds and die for you." Lebius commented coldly.
Red Dog leaned to the side and looked at the crowd preparing for the battle in front of him. He seemed to be enjoying the hustle and bustle.
His eyes became blurred, and the red dog's expression was very indifferent, as if he was seeing everything around him, but he didn't seem to be seeing anything.
"Honour, status, and a will bound by miserable etiquette," Red Dog retorted, "I like these things. As long as you say something nice, you can trick people into dying."
"But compared to these, what I like more is you, the magic power of your Bureau of Order," Red Dog said puzzledly, "You don't need any pre-war declaration, nor do you need any honor, status, or the promise of noble status.
To deceive these people into dying... I’m very curious as to why.”
"Because it's a job, it's a responsibility," Lebius said. "You won't understand."
Red Dog raised his eyebrows and whispered, "Lebius, you have changed a lot. I still remember the way you roared at me. You were like a lion at that time, but look at you now. Time has erased
Have you given up your hatred? You are too calm, like an insidious snake."
"Some things are more complicated the simpler they are, and some people are more secretive the more calm they appear on the surface." Red Dog said proudly, as if showing off his wisdom.
He went on to say, "The really dangerous people are not those who pretend to be mysterious, but those who keep their faces low."
Lebius said calmly, "Are you talking about me?"
Hong Quan still smiled lightly and said, "I'm not talking about you, I'm just making some sense."
"Then are you the one who is pretending to be a ghost?" Lebius asked.
"maybe."
The red dog still looked indifferent, but Lebius showed a high degree of restraint under his calmness. From the first moment he saw the red dog, he couldn't wait to kill the red dog.
"Lebius, if one day you find that everything you hold on to is meaningless, what will you think?"
Red Dog asked abruptly. The topic changed so quickly that Lebius didn't know how to answer for a while.
There is no need for him to answer.
"It will look like me."
The red dog laughed extremely hard, as if he was cursing Lebius.
"Everything is meaningless, so everything I do, the condemnation of others, life and death, are meaningless, which means... I can do whatever I want!"
Like a mad patient, Red Dog is always highly excited, "I'm already looking forward to how I will kill your team members after everything is over."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. At this moment, a strong hand pressed down on Hong Quan's shoulder, and also suppressed his restless heart.
"Don't forget what we came here to do." The fourth seat's voice was cold.
The fourth seat doesn't like Red Dog. Most people in the King's Secret Sword don't like Red Dog very much. He is an unruly guy who always maintains a playful attitude, as if the whole world is against him.
It's like a crazy playground, and he is the only player.
He doesn't care about anything.
"Alright alright."
Red Dog was a little unhappy, but there was nothing he could do. Although Lebius and Jeffrey failed to kill him at that time, they also caused heavy damage to Red Dog.
Lebius bears a soul scar, and the stability of the alchemy matrix is greatly weakened. His path to promotion has become extremely dangerous, but the same is true for Red Dog. The scar engraved into his soul almost blocks his progress towards the Glorious One.
The way forward.
"The fourth seat."
When Lebius saw the fourth seat, he nodded gently. The strong man in front of him was one of the few people in this group of kings' secret swords who could talk rationally.
The division of seats in the King's Secret Sword is not based on the strength of the force, but on the basis of the functions they are responsible for. The higher the seat, the more power they have.
Red Dog was originally regarded as a genius second only to Xilin in the King's Secret Sword. He was already a defender at a young age and reached the sixth position. According to his prediction, Red Dog's rank of Touching Glory was only
It's a matter of time, and the higher seat is already within his grasp.
But the Secret War changed everything. Red Dog thought this was just his beginning, but he never thought it would be his peak. Since the Secret War, he has been holding the sixth seat without any changes.
If it were just like this, Hong Quan's heart would not be as distorted and deformed as it is now. What really makes him feel painful is the pursuit of latecomers, such as the fourth seat.
The former fourth seat had died in the Secret War, and his seat had been vacant for a while. Red Dog thought he would take over the seat, but he never thought that he would be replaced by the man in front of him.
He is younger than Red Dog, has a more advanced alchemical matrix, and has more room for growth in the future.
Red Dog sometimes thought that if it hadn't been for the rebellion of the second faction, maybe he would have been replaced by someone and become a slightly more experienced Secret Swordsman.
Of course, these things are not important. The red dog may have been troubled and painful by this in the past, but when he saw the existence deep in the Pillar of King Power, everything became meaningless.
"You are all idiots," Red Dog thought to himself, his eyes scanning the fanatical faces one after another, "You are all complete idiots."
You are the only one who is awake.
When he thought of this, Red Dog felt inexplicably ridiculous and couldn't help but smile maniacally.
It's all just a meaningless game.
The fourth seat asked, "When do we start?"
As soon as the question was asked, a noise flashed in Lebius's mind, and then Uriel's voice sounded.
"The goods have arrived."
Before the voice fell, footsteps came from behind the thick fog, and a tall black figure walked towards here carrying a heavy iron box. Lebius saw his face clearly. It was Hart, who was supposed to be on vacation.
In addition to Hart, Kemp, Shelley, and the temporary action team gathered together again.
"Don't worry, we are responsible for transporting the goods and will not participate in the fighting."
Hart noticed Boluogo, waved to him, explained, and then he placed the iron box next to Lebius and whispered to him, "Fortunately, I caught up."
Lebius stroked the iron box, his anxious heart finally calmed down, and then said to the fourth seat and Boluogo, "It's time to start taking action."
The main members of the raiding team were members of the King's Secret Sword. The Bureau of Order only sent Boluogo and Palmer. The two of them had previously raided the Mist Abyss Fortress and acted as guides and overseers. Although the two overseers could be attacked at any time.
They were stabbed in the back, but luckily one of them was undead and the other was luckier.
The King's Secret Sword will be the main force in destroying the King's Shield Guards, which is part of the price for trading Xilin's body.
In order to avoid any abnormal behavior of the King's Secret Sword, the main force of the Order Bureau sealed the Great Rift and monitored the movements of other King's Secret Swords.
Boluogo received the order and walked forward directly. Palmer followed him closely, followed by several members of the King's Secret Sword. Lebius watched them leave, and then he saw the fourth seat following him.
He joined them and joined the team.
"Is it an accident?" Red Dog's voice sounded, "Did you think it would be me participating in the raid and the fourth seat staying here?"
Lebius nodded calmly, not prepared to hide his thoughts.
"What's this?"
Red Dog raised his hand and put it on Lebius's shoulder. The two were very close, so close that Lebius could detect Red Dog's breathing. At this distance, Lebius could hit with one punch.
his heart.
Lebius restrained himself.
"You'll know right away."
As he spoke, Lebius opened the iron box, and the suppressed gas escaped along the cracks, raising dust.
Inside the box was an armor, a shiny and brand-new armor.
This is an armor from the old era. Every inch of its rounded surface has been polished extremely smooth. Even the heavy metal plates are engraved with delicate patterns like a work of art.
The edges of the armor are covered with golden decorations, and faint arcs and curves are drawn in front of the metal plate, making the entire armor look as if it is forged from gold and iron and tin. It outlines the body shape and also neatly fills in the
The gaps in the armor were closed to make it look more perfect.
This piece of armor is not the kind of cumbersome and difficult-to-move weight. It is light and free. It not only protects the human body, but also allows people to wear it and run on the battlefield with ease without any restrictions.
The iconic and exquisite gold decoration of the sublimation furnace core injects a touch of charm and style into the cold metal, turning this always cruel and thrilling war into the art of killing.
There was a glimmer in Lebius's eyes. Under the control of the secret energy, the armor stood up like a ghost knight. At the same time, more footsteps came from the mist.
One after another, the blade-biting wolves came out of the hazy mist and surrounded the red dog, as if they were hunting him.
"Oh? Are you going to break the agreement and start a war?"
Red Dog put his hand on the hilt of the sword, his tone was full of joy, as if this was exactly what he wanted.
Lebius looked at him indifferently, and the depressing atmosphere reached an unimaginable peak after Bologna and others left.
Leaving the sea of fog, in the huge creation that towered between the cities, Nathaniel met the twisted and hateful monster and had a final round of conversation.
"I still want to ask, are you sure?"
Nathaniel spoke.
"Are you sure you want to hand over Xilin's body to them?"
