"Damn it!"
In the night filled with the sounds of killing, wild laughter could be heard continuously.
On the blood-red street, the leader of the Brotherhood, Morris, leaned against the door of a grocery store. He panted heavily and pulled out a dagger without a handle from his shoulder with difficulty.
Beside him, an elite of the Brotherhood had already fallen. A similar dagger without a handle was stuck in the back of his head.
Morris, the leader of human trafficking, panted and waved his hand to stop the killer, Layork, who was about to rush to the rooftop.
"Don't chase him! Max just wants us to run for our lives. "
In the distance, Blood Bottle Gang's' Flying Dagger Clown 'Max flew on the rooftop, leaving behind a wild laugh.
"But if this goes on, we will be harassed to death by him. The clown is a Psionic Warrior. He is much stronger than the average Psionic."
Layork jumped down the street and looked at the remaining five elites beside him. All of them were injured. He frowned and said.
Morris took a deep breath and analyzed the situation with a clear mind. "He and the Phantom Wind Follower were carefully chosen to use the uniqueness of their abilities to restrain us and prevent us from regrouping with the others, so that their supra class elites could slaughter our elites. Moreover, even if they were killed by the clown's throwing knives, they would not be able to do anything."
"It is still better than being lured to the Air Mystic by him. Those people are calamities that cannot be provoked." Morris stood up and waved his hand.
"The retreat order should have been sent out. Cenza will probably give the same order. How many of our people can survive will depend on their luck."
Layork looked at Morris and waved at the elites. The group continued their journey.
"Because of these 'air walls', we have been taking detours. The others are probably doing the same. If we meet the Mystic —"
Morris interrupted Layork in the middle of his sentence.
"He will not attack so easily! And we should not even think about finding that calamity! It is not easy for the Mystic to maintain this kind of 'air wall'. But since he has chosen to divide and surround us, he will rely on his lackeys to kill us. This is our only chance. "
Morris gritted his teeth and revealed a ferocious expression.
"Let's let those hypocrites who think they're high and mighty see the Brotherhood and the strength of us' lowly people '!"
"We have killed our way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. We are not people that the Blood Bottle Gang can compare to!"
"Even if we can't get out, Black Sword will avenge us!"
"Even if the enemy is a Mystic!"
—
In a dark room, only an old-fashioned candle was burning.
"Are you saying that all of our men are trapped in Red Street Market? Up until now, other than a few thugs, no one in charge has come out? "
Nasri nodded and knelt down on one knee. He respectfully and fearfully reported to his superior, Sleepless Eye Kobiang Lance, "I'm not sure what's going on.
"Not long after I took over the shift of the hidden sentries, the first batch of people arrived. According to them, after Lord Morris gave the order to retreat, the first few batches of people who wanted to charge out were all intercepted and killed by the ambush team led by Sven and Dorno. Only just now, when Sven and Dorno died at the entrance of Red Street Market, did they manage to charge out safely. "
No one knew how old Kobion Lance, the Sleepless Eye, was. They only knew that since the day Black Street Brotherhood was established, he was the Magnate in charge of gathering intelligence. He was mysterious and strange. He was the darkness of the darkness, the secret of the secrets.
He always hid himself under a dark red cloak, revealing only his withered and thin chin. However, anyone who was stared at by him would feel a deep chill run down their spine.
Lance muttered to himself for a while before he slowly asked, "Sven and Dorno are among the Strongest Twelve.
Sven is extremely resilient, while Dorno is good at disguises and ambushes. To kill both of them, only someone who is at least at the level of the Thirteen Generals can do it. Is it Layork? Is it Moria? Or is it Adrionsa or the Talon brothers? Or is it Cenza and Morris, the two Magnate? Did you not find anyone who can take responsibility? "
Lance's words were vague and indistinct, as if they came from another room.
Nasri shook his head, trying his best to contain the fear in his heart.
'What a blunder. Morris will probably be very displeased with me,' Lance thought silently, but his expression did not change.
'It's time to clean up the rats in the Brotherhood.
'The Brotherhood is different from the small team formed by a bunch of old fellows twelve years ago.'
Lance smiled strangely and waved his hand to pass an order to Nasri.
"Awaken and activate all the Sleepless in downtown! Regardless of whether their alert period is over or not.
"Send all the men from the second and third outposts to the entrance of Red Street Market! From the roofs to the sewers, I want to know clearly how many hairs are on the legs of every black fly that flies past! "
"Yes!"
"Let those who escaped carefully recall the details of the streets. Pick the best men from the first outpost to infiltrate Red Street Market one by one. Set up outposts regardless of the sacrifices. Pigeons, signal flares, torches. No matter what you use, at least contact Cenza and Morris! I want an unobstructed channel from Black Street Market to Red Street Market! "
"Yes!"
"Send the men from the fourth outpost to the other territories. From Black Street to the Abandoned Houses, from the Smelly Ditch to the sewers, from the Grand Bazaar to the Western City Gate. Be on full alert! At a time like this, we cannot let down our guard! "
"Yes!"
"The fifth outpost, split into two teams! One team will inform the other powerhouses in the Brotherhood. The other team will immediately rush to Eckstedt and drag that old fellow, Ramon, back! If he is unwilling, say that this is Black Sword's will! "
"Yes!"
Cenza and Morris were both among the six powerhouses. They were not to be trifled with. It was impossible for Blood Bottle Gang to trap them without paying a price! Lance lowered his head and stroked the ruby ring on his finger.
'That damned fatty was, after all, someone who could become the leader of Black Sword Temple in the past! 'As for that tall Cenza … Hmph, the only thing harder than his fist is probably his personality.'
'And,' Lance thought to himself. 'And that damned chef, Edmund …
'The outcome has not been decided yet.'
Lance's expression suddenly changed under his cloak. He noticed that his subordinate was acting strangely.
"What else have you not said?"
"Yes!" Nasri lay down on the ground, drenched in cold sweat.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Our patrolling brothers have just discovered that all the child beggars in Abandoned Houses have escaped!
"We have only captured a portion of them. They are now locked up in the water prison and are prepared to be interrogated by torture."
Lance's chin moved slightly.
The Sleepless Eye asked calmly, "Interrogate what?"
Nasri clenched his fists tightly and lowered his head. With great difficulty, he spat out the news that made things worse.
"Quide Roda died in Abandoned Houses!
His assistant, Naer Rick, is outside right now. He wishes to see you, my lord! "
—
"Go down and hide." Jala's tone became cold again.
"This battle cannot be avoided."
Thales quickly slid down and lay down beside a hidden stone block. He took out a black cloth and covered his nose.
Even though the surroundings were already filled with the smell of blood.
Thales had just taken two breaths when Jala, who was beside him, dashed forward and leaped onto the roof.
The female bartender did a backflip and bent her upper body backward. She pressed her hands on the ground as if she was avoiding a hidden weapon.
* Swoosh! *
As Jala flipped over and stood up, Thales heard the sound of rushing wind ring through the streets.
Immediately after, Jala fell from the roof to the ground. The blades on her legs had long since moved to her hands.
The Wolf Limb Blades slashed out continuously!
A few gusts of wind rushed past.
Thales could only hear the sound of clothes fluttering in the wind, and he did not know whether Jala had managed to cut him or not.
Then, a thin gray figure appeared on the street.
"Oh, oh, oh. Isn't this the female bartender from Sunset Pub? You're wearing goggles. Are you here to swim? Don't be so surprised. After all, I've hidden my face before and drank in Black Street. "
"You're also wearing gray today? It's a pity that the weather is bad. Otherwise, we would be wearing matching outfits. "
It was a feminine yet strange voice, frivolous and rude tone.
Jala never spoke much during battles. She gently knelt down on one knee. Thales knew that this was a sign that she was about to use force.
The man in gray took a few steps forward. Under the faint moonlight, the tattoo on his face could barely be seen.
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am Midira Ralf. You can also call me 'Phantom Wind Follower'."
Thales' heart tightened. 'Another one of the Strongest Twelve.'
"By the way, bartender sister, were you the one who got rid of Dorno and Sven?"
"Don't misunderstand. Actually, I hate those two troublemakers as well, but the Lord has ordered —"
Without warning, Jala activated her speed!
In the next moment, the silent Jala had already dashed in front of him.
She swung her blades at strange angles at the same time and changed directions at the same time.
'Consecutive Killing Blades!'
Thales shouted excitedly in his heart. After watching Jala fight so many battles and kill her way in and out of the crowd, it would be a lie to say that a glimmer of hope for becoming stronger and a thirst for power had not been ignited in his heart.
But Ralf disappeared into thin air!
The two blades slashed empty air.
'It didn't work?' Thales' heart tightened.
Jala did not stop. She spun around and hurriedly swung the Wolf Limb Blade in her right hand.
* Clang! *
There was a clear sound of metal clashing.
Ralf's figure reappeared on Jala's right and he hurriedly took two steps back.
"Hey, why are you the same as Layork?" Ralf lightly flicked the hidden blade on the back of his left hand and said helplessly, "Could it be that all the assassins in the Brotherhood can sense my location? Also, why don't you like to say — "
However, before he could finish his sentence, a Wolf Limb Blade flew towards him!
Instant Kill Blade.
* Whoosh whoosh whoosh! *
The wind around Ralf was so strong that the Wolf Limb Blade in the air became unstable.
* Clang! *
Then, he sent it flying with a swing of his sword.
But Jala's figure instantly appeared in front of the Phantom Wind Follower. She was not slower than the flying blade!
Before he could react, the female bartender swung the blade with her left arm and swept it across Ralf's chest!
'Did I hit him?'
Thales was so excited that he could not take it in. He was waiting for this' Instant Kill Blade 'to succeed.
But he was disappointed to see that Ralf's gray robe fluttered and he flew upwards against gravity at an unbelievable speed.
He narrowly dodged this sure-kill strike!
But Thales felt that Ralf's dodging this time was a little clumsy, because his figure could be seen indistinctly. He was no longer as traceless as before.
Jala wanted to continue attacking, but her feet seemed to be tripped by something invisible. She could not continue her unstoppable attacks.
'The power of the wind?' Thales lowered his head and silently recalled the knowledge from his previous life.
The female bartender quietly took a step back and picked up the other Wolf Limb Blade on the ground, waiting for the next opportunity.
"That was close. Even a bartender from the Brotherhood has this kind of ability?"
Ralf gently rubbed the wound on his abdomen. He did not look happy.
The wound was deeper than he imagined. The angle of the blade was strange. The speed and strength of the slash were beyond his expectations.
'A blade technique that can even threaten supra class elites?
I seem to have heard of it somewhere before. '
Jala adjusted her goggles. She held the blade in her hand and knelt down on one knee.
"Hey, bartender." When Ralf saw that his opponent was about to attack, he suddenly spoke in a gloomy tone.
"Before I came to Constellation, I traveled around the continent for a while. I once witnessed an assassination in Sera Dukedom.
"That was the most direct, riskiest, and most difficult assassination I've ever seen in my life."
"The assassin used dual blades. He exerted force from the roof and dashed out. His attacks were continuous and unstoppable."
Ralf lowered his head. His feminine voice was filled with solemnity and seriousness.
"So, 'Flying Locust Blade' Bannette Charleton.
"Who is he to you?"
Jala did not reply, but Thales instinctively felt that something was wrong.
'Bannette Charleton?'
In the next moment, the female bartender's graceful figure dashed out and instantly appeared in front of Ralf!
Thales had a feeling that the silent female bartender's emotions changed after hearing that name!
The female bartender, who had been silent for a long time, roared as if she had gone mad, "Stranger!"
Jala Charleton attacked in anger!
Until now, Thales had seen Jala attack many times. She had always been quiet, low-key, direct, and fatal.
But this time, it was different.
This time, Thales heard Jala's blade roar like a thunderclap, something he had never heard before.
* Boom! *
Ralf's expression changed drastically.
—
* Clang! *
The two swords collided with each other like thunder!
Energy shone faintly from the bodies of the two figures. One was starry blue, and the other was slightly red.
The noble police officer with a bright future, Cohen Karabeyan, gritted his teeth with difficulty as he sensed the power coming from his enemy's sword. His opponent was not weaker than him and was at least a supra class swordsman. How long had it been since he met such an opponent?
Ever since he left the battlefield with the orcs?
Or was it that time when he challenged Miranda?
The two forces intertwined and entangled, but Cohen knew that he was already at a slight disadvantage.
The starry blue power began to flash on his silver-white sword. Cohen knew that if this continued, he would lose sooner or later.
So, his body suddenly trembled, and the vibration caused him to miss the two people who were fighting with their swords.
The two figures abruptly separated and took a few steps forward due to inertia.
Cohen only managed to stabilize his body after taking six steps.
His enemy, on the other hand, used two steps to maintain his balance.
Cohen's expression was solemn. He began to feel that he needed to reconsider Director Lorbec's words.
Then, he turned around and looked at the troublesome enemy in front of him.
He questioned, "You are also a Swordsman of Eradication and have trained in the Tower of Eradication. You obviously have a better place to go.
Why are you willing to lower yourself to be a gangster in the Blood Bottle Gang, commit crimes, and bully the weak?
The Tower of Eradication gave you the Heart of the Sword. Is it because you are a lackey who bullies the weak and fears the strong? "
His enemy slowly turned around. His left shoulder was equipped with a black half-body armor, and his right arm was wrapped in a red bandage. Under the red and black clothing, the clear lines of his muscles could be vaguely seen.
This was a man with a fair complexion, but he did not give people the impression that he was elegant or delicate. Because the gaze in his eyes was now full of murderous intent.
The swordsman in red and black quietly sized up the police officer from head to toe.
'Is this the green-skinned rat that broke through the sir's trap?
'This green-skinned rat, this stance, and this stance … Is he from the army?'
The red-and-black swordsman twirled the green longsword in his hand, which only had a single side guard, and said nonchalantly, "I'm not afraid.
He said indifferently, "Hey, green-skinned rat.
Since when did the police dare to meddle in the affairs of the Blood Bottle Gang? "
Cohen took a step forward and closed the distance between him and the swordsman.
He said coldly, "I am not a police officer now, but a Swordsman of Eradication, Cohen Karabeyan. I am questioning another sword! Answer me! "
The scene was silent for a few seconds.
Then, the expression of the swordsman in red and black gradually became serious.
"My Heart of the Sword is an unruly will and freedom of choice, as well as the pursuit of power.
"As long as I am satisfied, the Blood Bottle Gang, the Brotherhood, Shadow Shield, the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department, the Royal Guards, and even the Tower of Eradication do not matter to me.
"So, your question is completely meaningless."
"As for you, green-skinned rat, you are willing to be the traitor of a country. You must have gained the consciousness of a traitor from that conservative tower, right?"
Cohen's expression finally turned solemn. He was surprised and shocked when he heard that the swordsman in red had no respect for the Tower of Eradication and was even slightly hostile towards it.
He remembered the story his teacher told him over drinks when he was training in the tower.
The tragedy of brothers fighting against each other and brothers fighting against each other.
Cohen gritted his teeth in disbelief.
"You are the successor of the Swordsman of Eradication from outside the tower!
You are a member of the 'Disaster Swords'! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the red-black swordsman moved!
The reddish Power of Eradication surged around him like a tidal wave. It gathered into a fierce wave and slashed down with his green longsword with an astonishing momentum!
The will of the sword was fierce and violent!
Cohen felt as if his entire body had fallen into a red vortex. The Power of Eradication around him was shattered and could not be mobilized.
The fierceness of the swordsman followed the surge of his longsword and went straight for Cohen's chest!
His fair face was covered in frost, no longer as calm as before.
"'Disaster Swords'! Calamity? Comparing us to those monsters? "
Is this what you call Lord Crassus's sword?
"His sword, our sword, is the true Sword of Eradication."
"Of course we are calamities. To you outdated, conservative, and sissy academies, we are the calamities you are destined to face."
One day, we will destroy the Tower of Eradication and prove your absurdity. "
His tone was cold and full of murderous intent.
It was the same as the green longsword that was surging towards him.
Cohen's sword blocked the green longsword, but in an instant, the saber that was shining with blue starlight was bounced off!
Cohen gritted his teeth and retreated in a flustered manner. However, the green sword was like a murderous shadow that followed him everywhere. No matter which direction he dodged to, he could not avoid it in time!
The young police officer made up his mind. His silver-white saber flashed again and this time, it was aimed at the swordsman's throat.
But his enemy was still crazed and reckless. He ignored the sword that was about to attack him, and only urged the green sword in his hand to roll toward Cohen's heart!
The crimson Power of Eradication exploded along with the sword will and tore the clothes on Cohen's chest.
Cohen struggled to maintain his sword will, but he watched helplessly as the two swords crossed each other. As the Power of Eradication rubbed against each other, they stabbed each other's heart and throat!
'Damn it!
Is this the style of the 'Disaster Swords'?
Such a crazy and fierce sword style, unparalleled power, willpower at all costs, and the resolve to make both sides suffer.
'No wonder they were exiled!'
Cohen smiled bitterly and faced his death.
Two swords, one green and one white, one stirred up a crazy and unstoppable red tide, while the other flickered with faint starlight.
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