"Understood, I'll make the arrangements then," the secretary bowed slightly, "Young Master, it's almost time to start, please get ready, the school managers are already on their way."
"What's the rush for me, a side dish, when the mains aren't even on the table yet? I still want to go swimming for a while."
"In your uncle's mind, you are the main course for today's meeting."
Caesar craned his head to look at the young secretary with a subtle smile, "Patsy, don't ever say such things to me again. First of all I am not a dish, not by the cook, and even if I were a dish, you, or uncle, would not want to be my cook."
"I'm sorry young master, I will pay attention." The secretary retreated coyly. Patsy retreated to the door. Frost suddenly frowned, "Wait a minute. You haven't looked up at me today, why?"
Passey hesitated for a split second, silently lifting his golden silky forehead hair. His pupils were exposed, one icy blue and one dark gold, and no matter how beautiful the two colors looked separately, their presence on one face was startling, as if he had seen an evil spirit.
Frost avoided Patsy's eyes, "Taken your meds?"
"Taking pills didn't help, just felt better."
"Take some medicine anyway, people who don't live long especially need to be kind to themselves." Frost's voice was much gentler, with an elder-like concern.
"Thanks." Patsy turned to leave. The figure turned on the bedside lamp, and Chu finally got a good look at his face. A beautiful, soft face, but because of the eerie pupils, the average person wouldn't even notice the shape of his face. One eye was sea blue, while the other eye was light gold, like a famous breed of Persian cat. Chu Zihang locked eyes with him and felt that he was looking at a Persian cat, quiet, gentle, even affectionate towards you, yet extremely perceptive.
Cats are hard to fathom animals, and Chu Zihang could not see the man's eyes clearly.
......
Strangely enough, he didn't resist Pasi in his heart, not only because the young man was as gentle as a cat, but also because he smelled like "we are the same kind of people".
What's even stranger is that at first glance, you get the impression that it's Caesar standing there, even though they don't look alike. "As an old man, I have nothing else to pursue," the owner smiled, his pale face like a blooming chrysanthemum, "You guys paid five million dollars to buy that book from me, and then asked me to step in and resell it to him, it's too much of a roundabout way of doing things, can't you just give it to him? "
"He's been a bit resistant to the family arrangement." The young man said, "Still in the rebellious stage, right?"
"So he'll think he killed the Dragon King on his own? Haha, that would only exacerbate the young man's rebellion, wouldn't it?" The boss said.
"Don't worry, all proud birds will fly back to their nests one day." The young man looked up, at the profile of the girl on the white wall, after the glad rags had been removed, revealing the written lines underneath, just two careless strokes outlining the girl's upright figure.
"You drew this after Chen Moxie?" The young man frowned, "That's too risky, if Caesar sees it, all the effort will be for nothing."
"I'm confident in my drawing skills," the owner smiled, "And that girl is beautiful, someone who deserves to be in a painting, makes your hand itch. It would be stunning as a mannequin."
"Don't think so, Caesar would kill you if that happened, he may not be unable to do it." The young man said lightly.
"Just saying, and besides, I'm a dead man."
"Close this curio store and get out of here. Don't say anything about you being dead, yes, you've been crossed off the list, but after all these years, your old friend Ange has been looking for you." The young man said coldly, "Herr Friedrich von Lung."
The boss's face sank, "Frost talks too much, he shouldn't have mentioned my name to you, and I hope the number of people who know my name ends with you, Mr. Pasi."
"There's no need to keep it a secret from me, is there," Parsi said softly, "I'm a man who won't live long anyway ......" He gestured to the figure written on the wall. "Can you top that picture? I'll buy it." Speech Spirit - Bloodsucking Scythe, explode!
Speech Spirit - Dustless Land, explode!
Caesar and Patsy leaned back to back and released their speech spirits at the same time. With the same wind-attributed Speech Spirit, the domains did not hedge but fused to expand. Centered on the two of them, transparent sharp shadows scattered densely, like thousands of invisible short vectors erupting. It was rapidly flowing wind, like bullets of air, that penetrated the scythe's bony wings, shattering them into dust again before they could fall.
Caesar held the crossbow bolt in his mouth, and the Sage's Stone in the quartz glowed with the frequency of a heartbeat, drawing the scythes throughout the building like tasty bloody meat. Townsend leaned wearily against the roll-up door, the pressure suddenly relieved and he was finally able to take a full breath. In front of him was filled with the dead bones of scythes, beautiful and gruesome fragments of bones some of which were still pulsing.
A scythe flew in through the field, hissing shrilly and slashing at Caesar's face with its bladed claws before it could be crushed.
The black blade sliced through the air, cutting it down through the air. The black hunting knife was in Parsi's hand, a blade identical to Caesar's Dictator, the only difference being the inscription, "Augustus".
The twin works of the same swordsmith, named after Julius Caesar's honorific name, "Dictator," and Octavian's, "Augustus," respectively.
The superimposed field showed signs of instability as more scythes entered, and a giant scythe queen danced its nine neck vertebrae in an attempt to cross the cracks in the field.
Dick Thundur and Augustus collided as the two hunting knives began to ****ing chime. When the two blades separated again, purple, spiderweb-like filaments flashed out in the center, like static electricity striking through the air.
A new realm was galvanized, and the scythes covered by it all spasmed and fell.
The alchemical field! "Hi! Caesar!" Nono leapt over the railing from the second floor, dressed in a red glad rags that seemed like red clouds. The cloud bun was draped over her shoulders in a loose manner, and the hairpin was simply bitten in her mouth.
Caesar hugged her tightly, "You look like a runaway bride now."
"Bah! Get loose!" Nono chortled, "If I had run away from the wedding, do you think you could have chased me?"
Pasi watched the pair wordlessly, then turned toward the exit.
"Hey, do me a favor." Caesar threw an item at Parsee, the quartz that sealed the Sage's Stone, "The Blood of the Dragon King or the Final Duel Arms or something, help me return it to my interesting uncle. I don't need that kind of help from the family."
"Understood." Parsee nodded.
"I'll remember to return your favor."
"You do not owe me a favor, it is my duty and obligation to protect you." Parsee bowed slightly.
"It is a duty given to you by the family, not your obligation. As for me, you helped me this time and I will return the favor, a favor from Caesar Gattuso, not the family." Caesar smiled and gave him a thumbs up.
"But I was made for you ......," Patsy said in a whisper Caesar couldn't hear. 1
"Pasi?" Doubt crept into Unger's eyes.
The lock was the work of the Vice Chancellor, and there was perhaps no greater alchemy expert in the world. Although there were many students with excellent bloodlines in Cassel Academy, so far, no one had been able to sneak into the principal's office, not even Caesar or Chu Zihang. Otherwise, with Caesar's character, he would have attempted to feel his way in to modify the test scores. If Pompeii opened the door with his own blood, Ange wasn't surprised that the master of the Gattuso family's bloodline was any better. But Patsy? The man who was as discreet and precise as a secretary? "Oh, don't you know? Pasi is the great killer of the House of Gattuso... he has the highest purity of blood of all the members of the family... even Frost and I can't compare to him." Pompey smiled. Unger was startled, "But your chosen heir is Caesar not him." "The heir doesn't necessarily have to be the one with the highest blood purity, I'm the current heir and I'm still a loser." Pompeii patted his ass, "The key to an heir is fertility!" "You're saying Patsy is a big killer?" "A war machine to be precise, the reason you don't perceive him as powerful is that he's never been activated as a war machine in front of you." Pompeii's eyes flickered behind his lenses, the only time he'd been serious since he'd rambled on for so long, "That's what I'm really here for, old friend, you need to figure out a way to solve the dilemma over there in Japan quickly, sending that kind of mass murderer to Japan, the family is going to do whatever it takes to save Caesar." He sighed, "They wouldn't mind slaughtering the three great families of Japan to that end!"
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Shortly after the nightclub was evacuated, the doors were completely stomped off by someone, elaborate Italian-made formal shoes stomping all over the broken glass. The man who stepped out was dressed in a long trench coat of rain-proof cloth, an elaborate little evening gown, a dark purple tie, and a Colt pistol in one hand, lifting a lanky man weighing 100 kilograms in the other. The crowd of onlookers outside retreated 10 meters away in horror at the man's appearance, and those who held their cell phones aloft to take pictures couldn't control the shaking of their hands. The other man had slightly obscured his face, and only his brilliant blonde hair could be captured.
A foreigner.
But this was the same foreigner who walked into this top nightclub in full view of everyone and said in not-so-exactly-Japanese, "Please call the manager, I'm here to kick ass." Then he solved all the security guards by himself, that dozens of seconds like a running stream, every grabbed a security in the short knife he backhanded backward projectile in the bar dartboard, finally the dartboard can not bear the weight of such a dartboard smashed on the ground, full of holding a broken arm screaming security guards, the foreigner stood in the bar on the air shot, repeated his intention, "I came to kick the the club." ......
When the bald store manager, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, screamed and wielded his twin swords as he leapt from the second floor to try to chop the foreigner, the new-age Miyamoto Musashi just lightly pointed his gun at the manager's brow, and the manager, who was wielding his twin swords, was able to chop off the bastard's arms with just a single shot of his sword, but he suddenly retracted his sword at the last moment. moment suddenly withdrew his knives and fell on the hard ground. Because in that pair of demonic two-colored pupils, what the store manager saw was a devil. As long as he dared to chop downwards, his own brow would be the first to be pierced. The opponent could do it, and he said he was here to kick ass, not drink. "Is this the Wind Demon family's nightclub?" Patsy Gattuso asked the store manager, who he held up in the air, as he pulled out a map. A red circle was drawn on this nightclub on the map. The dying store manager thought this was the nightmare day of his yakuza life. He was known as "Gonzo the Evil", had watched over the Kazamikazes for more than ten years, was the chairman of the local Kendo Council, and held the certificate of the Kendo Clan's "No Permission Required to Pass on", and yet he had been cleared out by a foreigner whose Japanese was not yet fluent. Japanese was not yet fluent, and he was not sure if he had touched the wrong door. He was so out of breath that he had trouble making a sound, so he reached out to show Patsy the spider pattern on the back of his hand. ......
Pasi nodded, "The gas station next door is owned by the Ryoma family?" "Yes." The store manager hissed out the word. Parsee nodded again and dabbed a bit of blood at the corner of the store manager's mouth with the square ring on his hand, stamping an ancient, intricate emblem on his ironed and stiffened white shirt, an emblem of huge winged creatures descending through clouds and flames, hissing and roaring into the sky. Fallen holy angels. He threw the massive store manager into a nearby trash can, covered it, and kicked it on, the trash can with the spinning wheel underneath rolling a few dozen meters away. Then he aimed his Colt at a gas pump not far away and fired twice, the pump gurgling and leaking fuel out. The crowd of onlookers withdrew another few dozen meters in horror. Parsi struck a Zippo lighter, threw it on the ground, and turned back to leave. He walked out a few dozen meters, the leaking fuel and flames contact, a huge earthquake, the entire gas station and the nightclub rose up in the air, scorching air waves swept away the crowd in the distance, the group of idle onlookers did not forget to press the cell phone to take pictures. Patsy got into her rented Lexus, crossed both places off her notepad, and took off.
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The front door of the Sakurai family's Rolls-Royce opened, and the secretary, dressed all in black, sprinted out and pulled open the door to the back seat. The classic design of a Rolls-Royce was the front and back doors opening, inherited from the horse-drawn carriages. In a time when noblewomen rode in carriages, getting out of the car must have required such an agile young man to assist. Sakurai Qihai put his white gloved hand on the secretary's arm and elegantly got out of the car. Chu Zihang raised his eyebrows slightly as he noticed Sakurai Nanami shivering like an electric shock when he put his hand in the crook of the secretary's arm. "Young master, I'm relieved to see that you're fine." The secretary lifted her head. One eye seemed to flow with molten gold, while the other was a Mediterranean blue. "So it's you." Caesar nodded, "It seems the family is paying a lot of attention to me, putting out a dangerous person like you." Pasi was indifferent to Caesar's indifference, still maintaining the respectful posture of a secretary of a powerful family, nodding his head in greeting to Chu Zihang, Luminefi, and Fingal one by one. As the secretary of the Gattuso family, he had to be respectful towards the young master's companions as well, because that would be respecting the young master. Luminefi heatedly laughed out. Sakurai Nanami, such a noblewoman with a lot of honor, had to hold her kimono with both hands because the "pouch belt" around her waist was gone. The "pouch belt" is the wide brocade belt around the waist of the women's kimono, black sleeves must be accompanied by such a colorful belt, otherwise the lapel is open, like a black bathrobe. The master of the Sakurai family of the eight serpentine families hired Ran Bukin to appear before the gang wearing only a bathrobe, not naked but still a great humiliation. Parsee handed Sakurai Nanami a piece of golden brocade, the very same pouch belt that Sakurai Nanami had lost. "It can't be, can it? That secretary of yours took care of that woman?" Fingal leaned in close to Caesar's ear, "Is this belt not a token of affection?" "No," Chu whispered, "Sakurai Nanami was bound to wear the belt before leaving the house, and the belt was untied by Kashiwagi. The fact that the Sakurai family head's bloodline was unable to guard against Patsy taking the belt away means that Patsy could have killed her at any time, it was a demonstration." The Sakurai family's chauffeur slowly climbed out of the driver's seat, his hands raised above his head, and took a step back, his eyes like a frightened rabbit. "Young master, now get in the car and get out of here." Pasi gestured to the Rolls Royce behind himself. They weren't completely out of the crisis, they had decapitated one of the masters of the eight families of Serpentine, a quarter of the gangsters gathered here didn't dare to make a move due to the lives of their own masters, but three quarters of them were still able to move at any time. There was no telling how long the delicate balance could be maintained.
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"It looks like they don't even see you as one of them." Ryoma Genshiro stared at Patsy's back. "It's true that I'm not one of them, and I don't belong to Castle Academy." Parsee grabbed Sakurai Nanami's white wrist and slowly pulled a black hunting knife from her kimono sleeve. The sword named "Augustus" was like a twin to Caesar's "Dictator". Although she was reluctant, Sakurai Nanami turned to Pasi and unzipped the bottom of her kimono, revealing her pale back and the completely different shapes of the knives that were glued to her back. One by one, Parsee recovered these weapons from her, and the weapons disappeared into Parsee's trenchcoat as if they were swallowed by a black hole, leaving no trace behind. Some of those knives looked like surgical lancets that could instantly cut off a person's tendons judging from their appearance, some had serrated like edges that looked extremely ferocious, and some had thick backs that could be used as machetes ...... Each one of those hilts had a superb balance and came from a master craftsman's hand that could amaze every weapon master in the world. Wind Demon Kotaro watched this series of precise movements by Pasi and nodded with a solemn expression on his face. He now understood that Pasi was not bluffing. Pasi had been holding Sakurai Nanami's hand, and it appeared that neither hand was holding a weapon, but if Miyamoto Shishio or Ryoma Genshiro attacked rashly, Pasi was able to instantly draw a variety of weapons to return fire. Among the eight serpentine families, the Kazamatsuri family was known for their ability to train top ninjas, who were also assassins in addition to spying. Pasi's behavior was like that of a ninja, in the eyes of a ninja, all the surroundings can be used as a weapon of assassination, for example, if they stood in a bamboo forest, every bamboo plant in their eyes can be a sword of murder. Pasi buried her weapon in Sakurai Nanami's kimono, because under the normal thinking pattern, the difference between a woman's body and a "weapon" is too big, one is a gentle desire, and the other one is a bloodthirsty weapon, either Ryoma Gonchiro or Miyamoto Shishio will guess that Pasi hid the weapon in her body, which will lead to a huge miscalculation, Pasi's weapon will be used as a weapon. lead to a huge miscalculation, and Parsee would buy himself precious time when he suddenly pulled the weapon from the hostage he was holding.
And he was bound to plant a weapon on Sakurai Nanami the first thing he did after taking her hostage, and to do so he would have had to remove her kimono forcing her to face him in only her undergarments, and the other girl was a wonderful young woman. Although this is a reason for Ryoma Gonichiro or Miyamoto Yushiki to kill Patsy, Kotaro Kazamora appreciated the "patience" to face such a beautiful woman, to calmly formulate the tactics, and to precisely lay the killing chance on the woman's body. For the Japanese ninja, they had to go through a rigorous spiritual training program, even studying Zen. And Pasi as a flirtatious Italian can also do this, the wind demon Kotaro can not help but admire, also from the Gattuso family, Caesar is a hot-blooded young bull.
"The 'Assassin's Gale' of Persia, I can't imagine that this subtle assassination technique is still in circulation." Wind Demon Kotaro praised. Around the world, the most famous assassin organization was probably the "Assassin" faction in Japan and Persia. This team of assassins, trained by the old man of the mountain, grew up with a religious upbringing, smoked marijuana leaves to get a head rush, and believed that if they killed their targets according to God's will, they would go to heaven, so they were always on the lookout for a way to get to the top. Japanese ninjas practice "Shinobu", Assassins rely on marijuana and religious beliefs to strengthen their faith, in short, the same way. They specialize in the use of a variety of short blades, the surface of these short blades like fine silk, throw the silk to the edge of the silk will be silently cracked, the assassins appear in public suddenly show his sword, the wind is called "Assassin wind", that is the wind of the metal, but also the wind of death. "These are just techniques." Parsee said lightly. "Do I have the honor of giving you a ride? Send that Gattuso family war machine that has been sweeping our territory throughout Japan." Wind Demon Kotaro smiled.
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Genjiro pondered for a moment, "What does Mr. Masamune say about that Parsee?" "He probably has no less hidden power in him than the girl named Zero," Orange Masamune said, "But I'm curious that the Gattuso family, which values the abilities of the bloodline, didn't establish him as the family's heir, choosing instead to go with Kaiser Gattuso. 'Scythe' can't really be considered a speech spirit worth taking out and boasting about, if he fully unleashed his speech spirit abilities, even Chu ZiHang could instantly kill him." "You say that as if Chuzuhang is a very weak reference," Genjisai said, "but in the deep sea, they relied on Chuzuhang's Speech Spirit to get out of the way, and the pillar of fire that he forcefully ignited in the deep sea is practically comparable to the flaming swords that the angels held in their hands in the Bible. " "But he does remain slightly weaker than that Russian girl and the Gattuso family's war machine." Orange Masamune said. "It doesn't seem to me that Mr. Parsee would be a great threat to us." Wind Demon Kotaro said, "I don't perceive any hostility in Mr. Pasi." "He drives a rented car down the highway through every prefecture in Japan, destroying every establishment under our control along the way, and the best of our men can't even stop him for even a single step, and you say you don't sense hostility?" Genjiro questioned coldly. "The term 'war machine' is an apt description of Mr. Parsee; however. It is like a Jedi Namekian blade, in the hands of whomsoever it is held, it will kill the enemy for whomsoever it is held. But the famous blade itself has no love or hate." Wind Demon kowtowed, "I do not perceive any hostility from Mr. Pasi, he is only following the family's instructions. Such a famous blade may not be impossible for us to use, it just depends on whether we can find his weakness."
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Pasi stood in front of Ange, wearing a soaked trench coat, "Master Caesar is in the Shinjuku district right now." "I already know that, but I'm curious at a time like this as an envoy of the Gattuso family shouldn't you be rushing into the Shinjuku district to rescue him?" Unger said lightly, "What are you doing here looking for me?" "I have come to assist you in resolving this crisis." Unger froze, "Assist me? Wouldn't the Gattuso's want to replace me from my position as principal? Would Frost want to assist me? And what could you assist me with?" "Anything. This is not an order from Mr. Frost, this order comes directly from Mr. Pompey, and I will be absolutely obedient to you from this moment on." Patsy said, "I will not rush into Shinjuku to rescue Caesar without your permission." "Whoa!" Unger scratched the corner of his brow, "I can't believe that guy Pompeii would be so generous as to deploy the best war machine in the family for my use ...... But I really can't think of anything you can do to help me out right now, and even if you were sent into the Shinjuku district you might not be able to find Caesar's group now, right? They're not going to be there foolishly waiting for your rescue, there's no point in searching blindly in the Shinjuku district, we have to first restore Norma's surveillance of the whole of Tokyo, and then find a way to contact them through the communications equipment to determine their location." "I do have something I need you to do for me." The Vice Chancellor suddenly said. "Your orders are just as valid as Chancellor Unger's." Patsy turned to the Vice Principal. "Really? Then can you go get me a dozen beers? And bring a can of coffee for the principal on the way." The vice-principal fumbled with his pants pocket, "I was in such a hurry when I left the house that I forgot to exchange my yen, so I'd appreciate it if you'd help me get a head start on the money." The outfit craned their heads to see Patsy's reaction. Last year, the vice principal and Pasi were opponents in the campus hearing, and it looks like the vice principal is really a person who holds a grudge ...... But the young man across from him isn't someone as simple as a secretary of the district ah, that's the war machine of the Gattuso family. Sending a war machine to buy beer and coffee is like a stunningly beautiful woman wearing lingerie late at night to self-sacrifice, and the man happily says it's too timely, I just need someone to help me heat up a carton of milk and soak up some cereal as a late night snack, can you help? "I wonder what brand of beer the vice principal likes? What flavor of coffee does the Headmaster like, Charcoal or Espresso? With milk and sugar?" Patsy fished a notepad and pen out of her trench coat and took meticulous notes, in full secretarial, assistant and butler fashion. "It sure looks like it works!" The vice principal patted Pasi's shoulder with satisfaction, "Ange you can consider sending this guy to the front line." "Was the command just now just a test? Or do you really need coffee and beer?" Patsy asked respectfully. "How is beer and coffee enough to buy by you? It looks like we're going to be stuck with this Herzog for a couple of days, and the amount of beer and coffee we'll need will have to be carted off!" The vice-principal said.
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"I only agreed to come to Japan on business after I heard from Ange that he was picked up at a nightclub when he got off the plane and had women covered in gold dust splitting and showing their underwear dancing around him. But damn it all I get for coming is incessant rain and this Japanese beer that tastes like horse piss!" The vice principal sadly set the beer can down on the table. "Want me to go buy another brand and come back and try it?" Patsy sat across the table, sipping the same brand of beer. "Forget it, I already have a stomach drinking too much beer isn't good. Want to try the brandy I brought?" The vice-principal fished out the steel flat decanter from behind his hip. "Smells like EX grade Camus," Patsy said. "You do have the Gattuso's taste in liquor." The Vice-Principal poured Patsy a glass, "You're the strangest Gattuso family member I've ever met." "Am I strange?" Patsy took a sip of her wine to appreciate the aroma. The storm raged outside the window. A sip of mellow, aged brandy warmed from heart to limbs. "Anyway, Caesar's already out of the aqueduct, and the city of East is going to go underground at some point, so if the Gattuso's are going to call for an airplane to take Caesar away immediately, right? And you're actually sitting here drinking, as someone whose last name is Gattuso I'm not supposed to like you, but I can't help but kind of like you now." The vice-principal said, "Cheers!" "Cheers." After clinking glasses Patsy drained her glass and the Vice Principal continued to refill it Patsy didn't make a fuss. "Because the orders I received were to obey the principal, I won't leave Tokyo without the principal ordering me to do so." Parsee said lightly. "Did the Gattuso's not relieve you of your last order? Anyway, Caesar has been rescued, Tokyo can be left to that asshole Unger, and the Gattuso's should have transported Caesar first even if they wanted to provide support, shouldn't they?" "The principal didn't ask me to communicate the news of Caesar's rescue, so I didn't. Mr. Frost should think that Caesar is still trapped in the Shinjuku district, so I made sure to stay here until Caesar was rescued." "Is it really okay for you to lie to Frost like that?" "The one who gave the order is the Pompeii family head who is of a higher rank than Mr. Frost, and Mr. Frost's order is temporarily invalid in front of the Pompeii family head's order." ...... "I carry high-powered equipment." Patsy opened his own suitcase on the table, in the carrying case were neatly packed bullets, all quartz slugs. He pushed the suitcase in front of Caesar, ".50 caliber Magnum bullets, each bullet is infused with the bones of the Dragon King Constantine, as the king of bronze and fire his bones are the most feared fire explosive in the world, these bullets will command the target to burn violently, they have been experimented with they can destroy German made Leopard II tanks with a single shot. This would be the most gruesome pistol bullet in the world." Caesar stroked the bullets, "One shot will take care of one if it's against a hunter, right?" "If they gather in piles, expect one shot to take out a bunch." Patsy said, "The master of the house entrusted these bullets to me practically for you to use, young master, I think he has long guessed that they will be of use." "That bastard Pompeii pretended to be full of innocence, but actually in his heart, he made up his mind to put all the work of getting killed on me, right? No wonder he paid me a personal visit to make me rush to Japan." Ange also set the heavy barred carrying case on the table, inside the case was an antique bronze colored box, the weapon shaped two thousand years ago looked as if it had just finished being sharpened, the seven weapons *** chiming and emitting a low roar.
8
Caesar unloaded the semi-automatic anti-material sniper rifle from his back and assembled it silently. He had reached his designated spot, across the dense iron railing, and beyond was the mysterious Storage Well 13, where the bloody operation of dissecting the dragon had taken place just below him. Parsi was on guard at the entrance to the passageway, holding only his hunting knife Augustus, but concealed in his trenchcoat were enough weapons to wipe out a squad in an instant, and a complete set of Assassin's Gale was hidden in the suit.
9
Everyone would believe it when they say this place is hell. Even more terrifying than the humanoid Kari were the dragon-shaped Kari, who pulled bones from their bodies to use as weapons, and whose lower halves resembled snakes and dragons, and who swam sinuously in all directions to the plaza in the center of the city, and some even plummeted straight down from the buildings and crashed down on top of their heads. The original White King's blood descendants were not in human form, they were more like a side branch of the dragon race, and even if they were still alive they would not have mercy on humans, not to mention that all they had left now was the desire to kill. Speech Spirit - Dustless Land, Release. Parsee used this impenetrable air barrier to block Kari from the sky in an instant, and the air barrier rebounded strongly, bouncing the giant five-meter-long bay crocodile-like creature into the air. Caesar leapt up with it, and Diktudo arced through the air in a huge arc, and as Kari fell again it crashed right on top of the arc, Caesar's blade severing Kari's spine through the gap. As he landed so did Kari, and Parsi half-kneeled and plunged his Atkan longsword into Kari's heart, finishing off the dangerous foe. The key to this perfect match was Ange's "Time Zero". In the realm of the Spirit of Words, Kari's speed of movement appeared to be ten times slower, and Caesar, Pasi, and Chu Zihang were able to see through Kari's every movement. They danced through Kari's sharp blades as if they were dancing in the wind, sometimes leaning and sometimes leaping, and many times the blades crossed a few centimeters away from their hearts or throats, but in the end Kari was always the one who fell to the ground. ...... In his haste, Caesar was too late to react and threw his long knife to deaden Kari's tail on the ground. But Kari violently broke out another section with its body length exhausted, its entire tooth bed flared out, and its sharp teeth were aimed at Chu Zihang's throat. Caesar and Chu Zihang both missed the point that this thing wasn't human, although it looked like it had a human body with a snake's tail, its bone structure was completely different from a human's, and it was able to spit out its entire lower jaw like some reptiles! At the last instant Parsee handed the Atkan long knife into Kari's mouth cleft, and with the huge force of Kari's lunge the blade sliced off the entire lower jaw along its mouth cleft. ...... Caesar fished a box of cigars out of his pocket and handed them out to Unger, Pasi, and Chu, who didn't really like the stuff that set off the bravado, but took them anyway. Caesar lit the cigars for each man, and all four exhaled greenish-blue smoke into the air, among which Chu Zihang choked and coughed. ...... "For us Gattuso's, running away from the battle is the greatest shame of all." Caesar shrugged, "Parsee and Chu were able to kill their way to the exit, right? I'll stay and help." "I'm also a member of the Gattuso family, I'll stay as well." Pasi wiped Augustus on his trench coat. "Only the rightful heir needs to die for Gattuso's false honor, right? You're not qualified," Caesar said, "so take a letter to my uncle for me, saying that although I feel I was born into a family full of assholes, I have not failed to live up to that family's honor."