Chapter 706: The unknown person (additional update from the leader/please vote for the second update)
"What are you doing stopping here?"
The mercenary sitting in the co-pilot looked at the mercenary driving the car in confusion.
"hey-hey,"
The mercenary driving the car opened the car door, glanced at the small door of the closed cake shop on the roadside, and said with a smile, "Have you seen this cake shop? I bought a cake here yesterday. The boss lady of this house
, so beautiful.”
"You are crazy," the mercenary in the co-pilot looked at him in surprise, "We are on a mission!"
The two mercenaries sitting in the back row also looked at the main driving mercenary blankly.
"Performing a shitty mission,"
The mercenary who was driving the car raised his head and glanced at the distorted purple sky, "We were probably deceived by the regiment leader and that old man. Who cares, let me feel better."
He got out of the car, looked at the closed door, shot and shattered the glass of the store door, smiled and shouted into the door, "Madam boss, we have a guest."
Bang bang bang——
As he spoke, he raised his gun and fired a circle around the store.
"ah!"
The little girl's panicked screams came from the store.
This was followed by confused sobs.
"Oh, the kid is here too."
Hearing this sound, the mercenary smiled even more happily, smashed the remaining glass of the store door with the butt of his gun, and prepared to step inside.
"Son of a bitch!"
A figure suddenly rushed out of the night and punched the mercenary on the head, sending him flying away.
Only then did the mercenary's teammates come back to their senses and look at the flying 'figure'.
This figure had no visible face, and was covered in a layer of silver-black armor.
"Bad old man, good thing!"
The mercenary who was smashed open had blood streaming from his face. He reacted immediately, raised his gun, and prepared to attack the armored figure.
Bang bang bang——
But the next second, he was beaten into a sieve by the gun held up by the figure.
Splashes of blood scattered into the dark night.
"Enemy attack!
!”
The Kejet mercenary sitting in the passenger seat immediately shouted.
The remaining people finally recovered from the shock just now, and at the same time raised their guns and pointed them at the figure,
boom--
The blazing light flashed across the night sky in an instant, penetrating the entire off-road vehicle in an instant, and the violent explosion and blazing flames lit up the entire night.
Two figures, also wearing armor, walked quickly from behind the flames of the explosion.
"Time is running out, we have to act quickly."
The figure on the left put away the laser cannon in his hand, took out a bucket of white liquid from his waist, and said quickly.
"good!"
The earliest figure nodded and took out a bucket of liquid from his waist. The three of them quickly separated.
In a cake shop filled with broken glass, a little girl looked out through the cracks in the wall.
Under the blazing fire of the off-road vehicle, the emblem of the city of stars printed on the armor came into her eyes.
——
city center park
Virunte raised his head and glanced at the sky, "Actually, you know very well that we are the same person. You have a very strong aura of Winding Hills. You can recover so quickly because you have received the 'gift' of Winding Hills."
Well, if you are willing to cooperate, then we can share the proceeds from this ceremony."
"Ha...so, what do you want to gain?"
He Ao laughed suddenly.
"Since you know the locations of the three major altars, you must have also obtained the 'ritual information' from the Winding Hill."
Virunte's always calm face was a little confused by He Ao's smile. He lowered his head, stared at He Ao, and raised his tone for the first time, "I'm afraid you don't know what the nature of Winding Hill is.
?”
He Ao looked at him and said, "It seems that you have collected a lot of occult information. Well, I am all ears."
"certainly,"
Valente once again glanced at the burning ‘Purple Torch Buildings’ and the twisted lines in the sky.
"Your talent sequence should be 'chess player', right? You should also know that A-level is an angel. All the information about the talent sequence you can find will tell you that A-level is the limit that humans can reach, but in
There is actually a higher level above angels."
"God?"
He Ao shook his head, "This winding hill does not feel as powerful as a god."
After hearing what He Ao said, Virunte subconsciously prepared to refute.
He stared at He Ao, seeming a little confused as to why the old man in front of him, who didn't look particularly magical, could talk about gods with such certainty.
Not as powerful as a god?
Have you ever had contact with gods?
Can you still stand here alive after being exposed to the gods?
Although he felt that 'Sito' was bragging, he still sorted out his language and continued,
"Even if he is not a god, he is still a high-ranking being between gods and angels.
"In fact, we are not the first people to come into contact with the Winding Hill. Some classics left by wizards during the Cataclysm era believe that the Winding Hill may be a high-ranking being between gods and angels.
The cemetery left behind.”
He stared at He Ao and said word by word, "The graveyard left by a high-ranking being on the 'chess player' path."
"Well, so what do I get?"
He Ao raised his head and glanced at him, seeming to ask absentmindedly.
"Don't you want to be an angel? Don't you want to have eternal life?"
Virunt looked at him, "Since you have entered the Winding Hill, you should have gained some 'inspiration' on the direction of further promotion, right? Even if you are not an angel, don't you want to be promoted? Your B-level power does not actually come from
You yourself? Don’t you want to become a real B-class?”
His voice paused, and he leaned forward slightly, trembling with a little suppressed excitement, "Don't you want to spy on the power above angels, spy on the real gods, and spy on the eternal and immortal power?"
He Ao looked at the slightly suppressed and crazy old man in front of him. He could feel the trembling of Vironte's soul, and he could feel the trembling that was almost at the same frequency as the twisted lines in the sky.
"Sito, we are the same people. I don't believe you didn't hear the call from the winding hills in your heart,"
Virunte sat up straight. He seemed to have regained his composure, but seemed to have fallen deeper into madness. "We can cooperate and peer into the eternal knowledge together. After the success of this ritual, the passage between the winding hill and the human world will be
will be fully opened,
"We can truly enter the Winding Hills to seize the wealth left by the ancient high-ranking beings. There is at least a set of talent sequences from F level to A level. We can even obtain the Winding Hill
itself, becoming an immortal high-level existence.
"I can share this opportunity with you. We can go in together and whatever we get depends on our own ability. How about that?"
"so,"
He Ao looked at him, "For such an 'opportunity', you created the Pollution Cleanup Department and the Evolutionary Clan, created the pollution monster, killed so many people, and even sacrificed this city?"
"Are you here to seek justice?"
Vironte looked at Ho Ao with a smile.
"no,"
He Ao reached to his back, slowly took out a suitcase from his back, and put it in front of him, "I'm just looking for justice."
"Are these the ashes of your lost child?"
Valente glanced at the suitcase, "That kid named 'Kavi'?"
Speaking of this, he suddenly paused and said doubtfully, "You 'Kavi', are you really not Nighthawk's clone? Are you really not Nighthawk's father?"
"Yes, it makes sense that 'Sito''s child is a Nighthawk. Both father and son are just and powerful. This is in line with your knowledge,"
Hearing his question, He Ao smiled and said,
"The reclusive and powerful old father takes revenge for his C-class child who was framed and died. This is the unfolding of a heroic story."
His wrinkled palms slowly touched the suitcase,
"Nighthawk is a good boy, but unfortunately, he is not my child.
"My child is just a nobody, and I am just a nobody's father.
"This city has 3.6 million people, 75 city councilors, seven representatives, two senators, ten city cabinet officials, one mayor, up to three B-level, and up to ten C-level
.
"And among the remaining 3.6 million nameless people, even if one person dies, it won't cause any trouble.
"In the past ten years, countless such nameless people have been killed by you in your pursuit of the so-called 'eternal power'."
He Ao stood up slowly, holding the spear beside him,
"My child is not a nighthawk, he is just an unknown person, one of the tens of thousands of unknown people in this city."
He paused, and the old voice spoke slowly and clearly, "But he is my only child."
"It seems we can't cooperate anymore."
Vironte also slowly stood up and stared at the old man in front of him.
He Ao slowly took off his cloak.
He was still wearing the custom-made suit that his wife had left for him, and he was still wearing the clothes he was going to wear at his child's funeral.
After several battles, this suit was inevitably damaged and stained with blood, but He Ao tidied it up very well. All wrinkles were smoothed as much as possible, and all dirty areas were cleaned as much as possible.
The clean clothes lay flat and neatly on his body.
Just like when Sito put on this dress for the first time and his wife carefully arranged it for him.
“Very nice dress.”
Vironte stared at the blood stains that had not yet been washed away, then glanced at the suitcase next to him, and sighed softly, "It's very suitable for a funeral."
"really."
He Ao raised his spear.
Keng——
Vironte's hand touched the bottom of the chessboard and jerked it violently.
In the dark night, something seemed to appear in his hand, but there seemed to be nothing.
Howo stared at the palm of Vironte's hand. He knew very well that there should be a weapon there, but he couldn't see it.
Obviously, this is an extraordinary weapon, and it is not weak.
"Actually, I'm not waiting for Bran,"
Vironte laughed. After realizing that the negotiation was unsustainable, his communication with He Ao became much easier. He looked up at the sky.
Among the blazing purple flames of those buildings, the purple twisting lines that originally filled the sky and danced continuously, gradually quieted down without knowing it, and outlined undulating shapes.
They look like hills, but they don't seem to be hills. In the mind of everyone who looks at these lines, there will naturally be an endless scene of hills shrouded in some kind of hazy purple light.
This 'hill' hangs upside down on the tall buildings, like a huge and oppressive purple cloud, covering the entire city.
At this moment, whether it was Fes who was dragging Bran inside the city at the city gate, the mercenaries and city defenders fighting on the high wall, or the anxious people hiding at home, everyone raised their heads.
Look towards the hills where the sky covers everything.
The building turned into a torch burned blazingly, the chaotic dance music echoing in the void became more and more noisy, and the despair of destruction spread along the endless night.
At this moment, a thought naturally appeared in everyone's mind.
The winding hill has arrived.
"You should have the knowledge of the ritual in your mind,"
Vironte lowered his head and stared at Heao,
"You should know how much effort I have put into getting to this point. Just to support the Kjet Group like this, to build these buildings to the points required for the ceremony, and to carve complex ritual patterns into this city.
, it took me more than 20 years.”
He stroked the white hair on his temples, and suddenly showed a self-deprecating smile. The smile was very light, but it carried a kind of suppressed madness, "Twenty years are fleeting! And I don't have the next twenty years.
."
"You don't just do this in one city."
He Ao answered calmly.
"certainly,"
Virunt held the invisible weapon in his hand and stared at He Ao, "This is only the first city."
He held the invisible weapon in his hand across his chest,
"Old brother, everything is over. The real sacrifice has begun. When the passage between Winding Hill and here is opened, I will be able to get feedback from Winding Hill. Maybe you just launched a direct attack on me.
Victory or defeat is still unknown.”
He looked at He Ao with a smile, "You won the first half of the game, but the second half and the final winner was me."
"What do you think I've been waiting for?"
Ho Ao held the spear in his hand and stared at Virunte in front of him with a smile.
Velente's expression changed.
The imagined situation of the whole city starting to offer sacrifices did not happen.
The upside-down valley above the city remains the same, and the purple glow like a burning torch on the building has not changed either.
However, as the host of the entire ceremony, Virente clearly felt that there was a serious 'lag' in the 'sacrifice' part of the ceremony.
It's like a gear stuck by some foreign object. The gear itself is still trying to rotate, but it can't rotate no matter what.
"what have you done?"
At this moment, an obvious expression of surprise finally appeared on Valente's face.
"As you said, I also have knowledge of those rituals,"
He Ao stared at him and raised his gun forward, "And I happen to have a relatively complex knowledge of mysticism, so I added a little 'hinder' to your ceremony."
"Occult knowledge from 'K'?"
Vironte looked at Ho Ao.
When he knew that the Nolanka Group was involved, he actually had some guesses about the supporters behind "Sito".
"It seems,"
He clenched the weapon in his hand, his face grew colder, and a terrifying sense of oppression spread from around him, "The next step is the battle between us."
Once the Winding Hill arrives, the ritual cannot stop.
He had the chance to cancel the ceremony and run away before, but now he has gone.
Virunte had already understood that He Ao had been stalling for time just now, until he reached this point where he could not retreat.
At least one of them must stay here forever.
He Ao stared at the Velonte in front of him and felt the almost strong sense of oppression that seemed to be substantial. This sense of oppression even surpassed Driss and exceeded any B-class he had ever seen before.
He held the spear in his hand without even frowning.
