"Ah sneeze!"

Deep in the dilapidated alley.

The roadside was piled with debris, the hotel door was crooked, and there was no one around. The place seemed remote and desolate.

The man sniffed and cursed who the hell was scolding me in private.

He squatted at the door of the hotel, with a few cigarette butts scattered at his feet. It seemed that he would not be staying here for a while.

He stood up and crushed the cigarette butts on the ground. There was a rush of footsteps in the hotel behind him, and a group of men in suits and sunglasses filed out.

"Boss, we searched every corner. The person ran away yesterday, but we found from the hotel surveillance that this guy once stared at the map hanging on the wall of the lobby on the first floor for a long time, and specifically asked the boss

What’s the nearest city further east?”

The leading man came forward and reported in a low voice.

The man turned to look at him and said with an unkind expression: "Old Qi, were you scolding me in private just now?"

Lao Qi was stunned and said with a grimace: "Boss, how dare I? Besides, I'm scolding you for no reason. It doesn't make sense. You might as well say that Brother Six is ​​scolding you for not saving him for so long.

"

Nissos spat and cursed: "Bah! Even if I want to save him, I have to know where this bastard has been caught! What a bastard, don't tell me, it's really possible that this bastard is scolding me.

.”

Lao Qi shrugged.

"You just said that the man named Bradley ran away again?"

"Well, we suspect that he is heading east. Should we follow him?"

"After chasing me all the way, what do you think of this kid's counter-reconnaissance awareness?" Nisos suddenly asked.

Lao Qi fully affirmed and said with a tone of appreciation: "It's quite strong. It took a master like me several days to figure out his movements. It has been one step late three times in a row. A slow step means a slow step."

.”

Nissos said deeply: "Then don't you think he exposed too many flaws this time?"

Lao Qi said seriously: "Boss, are you saying that he did it deliberately? To create an illusion for the trackers? According to this logical inference, it is very likely that he ran to the west."

Nissos asked back: "Then how do you know that he didn't deliberately put on a show to make you think that his real destination is in the west?"

"..."

Lao Qi feels a little sore. According to this logic, there will be no results until tomorrow morning.

"What do you mean?" Lao Qi asked tentatively.

Nissos pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said: "Go east! There is a saying in China, I am the only one who is invincible when the sun rises in the east! Just look to the east and it will please your eyes!"

Lao Qi suddenly realized that the boss didn't have any high opinions, but simply wanted to show his presence as a leader...

"Boss, Kassel has gradually caught up with them. If we continue to pursue them, we may have to confront them." Lao Qi thought for a while and reminded Nissos.

Nissos took out a cigarette and glanced at Lao Qi, who quickly stepped forward to light it for him.

Nissos took a deep breath, and as the smoke was exhaled, he said calmly: "Afraid of Mao, there are only a few people in Cassel worthy of our attention. If we keep an eye on it, it will be fine. Besides, if we don't look for it,

Where should we go? Our hometown has been occupied, and even if we want to go back to the Elder Hall to guard the house, we won't be allowed to do it. How can we do it without finding someone?"

Lao Qi said indifferently: "If you ask me, we can just go to Hawaii for vacation. What should come will eventually come. If the one in the legend really wants to find us, even if we hide in the temple, it will be useless. Instead of hiding,

It's better to be open-minded and do whatever makes you feel comfortable."

Nissos was stunned: "Old Qi, you have a very high level of ideological awareness."

"It all depends on the boss's teachings!" Lao Qi is well versed in the principle of flattery and flattery.

Nissos was lost in thought for a while, his cigarette butt flickering on and off, as if he was thinking about whether Lao Qi's suggestion was feasible. After a long time, he dropped the cigarette at his feet, crushed it hard, and said decisively:

"You still have to find someone!"

Lao Qi was silent for a while, lowered his voice, and said with some worry: "Boss, to be honest, I feel more and more recently that someone is deliberately guiding us forward. I'm afraid that boy named Bradley is a bait. He may not even be the one himself.

Know your true situation.”

Nissos said calmly: "I know, but Bradley is bait, we are also bait, we are all bait, it just depends on who is the best holding the fishing rod."

Lao Qi's pupils suddenly shrank, they were bait too?!

No wonder! He finally knew why the boss refused to retreat. It turned out that he was already riding a tiger with difficulty!

"Although I don't like the old guy Edjo, he is still trustworthy in this regard. This old guy is nothing more than a wily one in his lifetime." Nissos said lightly, "Don't think too much, it's time.

Don’t think about retreating at this step, and don’t worry too much, just do whatever you have to do.”

"Boss...can we really not retreat?" Lao Qi's face looked a little pale.

Nissos smiled and said: "Where to retreat? This world is both big and small, and everything we have comes from the Presbyterian Church. This is a refuge and a prison. Don't think that the world is vast and you can live anywhere. When you leave the Presbyterian Church, you will

You will find out what it means to be in a difficult situation. I used to do this job of running away from home and becoming independent, but now I can’t do it because the war is about to start.”

He patted Lao Qi on the shoulder and whispered: "Go to work, try your best to protect yourself, tell the brothers not to work too hard, just run away if you can't beat them, it won't be embarrassing."

…

…

"Nithos?"

"Yes, Nissos." Mars added, "In addition, the purpose of this blood tube is not to suppress Odin, but to give him a warning."

Pompeii nodded thoughtfully and asked: "If I guessed correctly, your true intention of coming to Odin is to get information about Avalon from Odin, right? How far has your journey to become a god come?

Which step is it?”

"It's more than that, but you will know it soon." Mars shook his head and said, "With modern technology, we can replicate the so-called emperor's blood in large quantities, and Herzog is one of our experimental subjects. Genetically engineered

At one time, we thought we were gaining insight into the essence of life. But as we deepened, we increasingly felt that advanced species cannot be copied. All our clones can never surpass the source of genes, and the level of life shows a downward trend.

.”

Pompeo said: "Have you ever tried to clone yourself?"

"Yes." Mars gave an affirmative answer, "But without exception, they all failed. We cannot clone ourselves, and we cannot even fully analyze our own genetic code. I was not willing to change the plan of the Presbyterian Church.

Recruiting Herzog, he is a genius in this regard, but it is a pity that he does not know the bounds of the world and failed to live up to my expectations."

"Will Herzog's plan really work?" Pompeo narrowed his eyes and asked, "Can the hybrids really usurp the king's fetal blood in this way, and use this to jump up to the top level of life?

?”

"You think this is too easy?" Mars asked.

"Yes, it's like a poor boy from the country came to the palace, stole the king's crown while he was sleeping, put it on, and then replaced the king and became the new king of the kingdom." Pompeii said slowly.

Mars laughed and said: "It sounds very simple indeed, but how a poor boy from the countryside can enter the palace and find the crown in the heavily guarded palace is the most difficult part."

"You misunderstood what I meant." Pompey said seriously, "The crown is the symbol of the king, but it is not the whole thing. It does not mean that just anyone who wears the crown is the king. If we say that whoever wears the crown is the king, the king's

Power comes entirely from the crown, so the noble thing is no longer the 'king', but the crown. In this matter, the king's fetal blood is the crown, and the dragon clan is the 'king'. Whoever gets the fetal blood is the king.

King, then the so-called advanced species of the Dragon Clan, claiming to be the gods of the world, is nothing but a joke."

Mars' pupils slowly dilated, and he understood what Pompeii meant. This novel angle that he had never thought of made him fall into silence at this moment.

If these words were heard by any other member of the Presbyterian Church, the other party would be furious and denounce Pompeii's transgression.

"Herzog can indeed control the power of the White King in a short period of time, because the fetal blood is pushing him to evolve into the new White King, but the White King's spirit will last forever. He thought he could avoid the White King in this way.

The consciousness awakens in his own body, but in fact it can only be delayed. The height of his soul is too far behind that of the White King. The White King will eventually wake up in his body and return to the world."

"Oh, I just said it shouldn't be that simple." Pompeii smiled, "So this is what those old guys talked to Gullweger back then? Will Caesar also face this problem?"

Mars was still immersed in Pompei's previous remarks. Although he gave an explanation to refute Pompei's remarks, he felt that something was wrong for some reason and tried to find something that made him feel uneasy. At this moment, he suddenly heard

Pompeii's new question, Mars finally realized that he had been tricked without paying attention.

He glanced at Pompeii blankly, sighing at the cunningness of this human being.

He was worthy of being the one he chose. In terms of his own mind, if it were not him but Nissus who came this time, he might have been sold but would still be happily talking to Pompeii as brothers.

"I don't know exactly how they persuaded or forced Gurweig, but I guess it's pretty much the same." Mars said with deep meaning, "Generally speaking, your son's chance of success is still very high. The reason is that I

I told you a long time ago that the spirit of the Black King has escaped long ago."

"That's it for the small talk. If we continue chatting, the tomb owner will probably become anxious."

Mars ended the conversation with a chuckle, and he slowly stroked the vine-like patterns carved on the surface of the sarcophagus.

Who would have thought that in this small tomb, one of the most famous ancient monarchs in human history, King Arthur, would be buried.

"Be careful."

Mars gave a final warning in a low voice. He held a corner of the coffin lid and pushed it slowly. At this moment, Mars' body surface began to transform into a dragon. The vision of dragon transformation broke the mountaineering clothes, and the thick majestic force squeezed out like mercury.

Pressed inside this tomb, it was obvious that even with his normal strength, he could not push the coffin lid.

As the coffin lid moved inch by inch, a sound of fingernails scraping against the glass gradually echoed into the tomb. It was subtle and inaudible at first, and then gradually lingered around the ears, like an evil ghost.

Even though it was Mars, he also looked slightly stern. He would never dare to look down on an ancient king who had the same contact with that lady as Odin, especially since this ancient king was suspected of harboring Odin's consciousness.
To be continued...