The fire spell stained with water did not exert the power that Victor had imagined. The scope of the explosion only ignited a few living dead with guns, but Albert had already ran far away.
"Victor Damon! I should have thought it was you!"
This was the second time Albert saw Victor. Even though he was affected by the explosion of Eredin's armor not long ago, he couldn't see who did it.
Victor picked up a rifle dropped by the living dead, also found a bunker and hid behind it.
Even if their bodies were set on fire, the living dead could not feel pain, so they shot and approached Victor's hiding place.
Victor used the bunker to continuously attack, blowing off the heads of two or three gun-wielding living dead, thus eliminating the biggest threat.
The rifle had limited bullets, and Victor had already finished shooting, while the remaining living dead continued to surround him.
When these guys went around the bunker, Victor disappeared again, and what was left behind was a ferocious sickle monster transformed by Xiao Hei.
Swish, swish, swish!
With broken arms and limbs flying around, Albert didn't hear the gunfire and guessed that Victor had run out of bullets, so he took the time to escape behind.
Victor's figure appeared, and he picked up another rifle again, aiming at his back, but as soon as he pulled the trigger, he found that the gun was empty of bullets.
"Grass!"
Cursing secretly, Victor threw away his gun and chased after him.
Some spirits floated out from the bodies of the dead living dead and hovered above Victor's head, as if they were about to swoop down at any time.
He had seen this thing before, it was the ability of Albert's "psychic".
They look like ghosts, but they are not lethal, and will only temporarily lower the body temperature of a living person when touched.
Victor drew a water spell on himself for the third time, and his body became invisible and disappeared, making the ghosts unable to find their targets and quickly dispersed on their own.
Albert in front climbed up the support clinging to the mountain wall, and Victor pursued him relentlessly.
He knew that the opponent's wrist was injured and could not use the invisible technique of the obituary, so he made up his mind to kill him here.
When Albert was about to run into the dark cave through a suspended wooden plank, a flying sign suddenly hit the plank, causing the plank to burn instantly, blocking Albert's escape path.
"Stop running, you have no chance..."
Victor appeared behind Albert and glanced at his arm with a playful look.
Albert stood in front of the wall of fire and stopped running away. Instead, he turned to look at Victor.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
Victor answered honestly: "Didn't Thomas already tell you...I am the Inspection Bureau...oh no, to be precise, I am an elite investigator from the Anti-Suppression Department of the Inspection Bureau."
"So, I came here for the Kingdom of Death..." Albert grabbed his hair with his left hand, "But it's useless for you to come to me. The Kingdom of Death is controlled by my father. Even if I die, my father will still be there."
This can start this war between the dead and the living.”
"Oh... okay!" Victor shrugged, "But my personal purpose is to kill you."
Albert was slightly taken aback by these words, but he immediately figured it out: "Are you afraid that I will think of you and write your obituary?"
Victor glanced at his mouth in acquiescence.
Albert smiled coldly: "It's a pity that I have actually forgotten about you. Compared with this smashed palm, the Davis family has too many important things that I need to deal with.
"
"But I won't bet on your memory..." Victor's eyes were cold, "Your secret transmission is too dangerous, young man."
"Hmph... Indeed, I also think that I am dangerous, but compared to my father, it is nothing." Albert gritted his teeth.
At this time, Victor suddenly remembered something, so he asked him: "You were the one who killed those Progressives, right?"
Albert's expression became stiff: "Well...it seems that you discovered it?"
"At the slave auction, you left behind a booklet with very clear writing on it, so why did you kill those people? And then put the blame on Wade?"
"Who is Vader?"
"Vade Troy is the murderer of the serial death case of Progressives on the surface, and he was officially convicted as such, but in fact, you and I both know that Wade only killed one person, and the rest were all yours."
Hands down."
"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I don't know him, but you are right."
Perhaps because he felt that he could no longer run away, Albert laughed loudly and confessed: "The ability of obituaries is very good! As long as you know the names of those people and see them in person, you can know who they are.
I will send them to hell."
It is indeed a very strange invisible technique. The conditions for casting the technique are somewhat similar to Elode's messenger. They both need to know the other party's name and have seen the other party in person. However, when it comes to killing people, the informant is too difficult to detect.
"I admit that you are indeed powerful, so why? Is there any fundamental connection between killing the Progressives and the great cause of your Davis family's death? If your father is to fight against the Serbian government, then the Progressives should not be
Do you need someone to win over?"
Victor raised a question and was quickly refuted by Albert.
"No! You don't understand at all, because you only saw the Kingdom of Death and my father, and you only knew about the Davis family but ignored many more mysterious and powerful forces hidden behind it!"
"Okay! Okay!" Victor didn't want to argue with him, he just wanted to dig out as many secrets as possible before this guy died, "I'm listening, tell me!"
Albert said coldly: "Have you ever heard...that everything has cracks?"
Victor's body trembled slightly and he immediately responded: "Isn't this the last thing you wrote in that booklet? What's the meaning?"
Albert took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became deeper, as if he saw something fascinating in the void.
"I offer my wounds, the moment when my new self separated from the old self, I offer my secrets, and ask for the door to be opened..."
"In any case, a qualified person must be uniquely gifted. There will be no more locks on doors, no more doors, no more walls. No fortresses will block me anymore. I will have access to all countries. There will no longer be any restrictions on me.
There is no longer a cage to imprison me under the law..."
He muttered a bunch of words that Victor couldn't understand, which annoyed Victor and hurriedly interrupted: "Stop, stop, stop! I'll give you one more chance to speak, and then I'll send you to the West!"
Albert stopped "chanting" and moved his gaze downward again, looking at Victor.
"A wound is a crack, it is a flaw. All things, both concrete and conceptual, have flaws. I am not loyal to Rathomonde, nor to the Davis family. What I believe in... is the Threshold Wound Society."
Threshold wound meeting?
This was the first time Victor heard this name. His expression became serious and he continued to ask: "Is this the real power behind you?"
Albert remained silent.
Victor continued: "What do you mean? You are not loyal to your father, but loyal to this threshold wound. You betrayed your father? Does he know?"
Albert smiled coldly: "How do you think he met Miria Lilith?"
These words made Victor think for a while, and it took him a long time to figure it out: "The organization behind you arranged the wedding of Miria and Ratomond?!"
While Victor was thinking, Albert secretly and quickly untied the bandage on his right hand.
I saw between his bandaged arm and the wooden board, there was a half-written obituary with only the name and date left out!