The number of people in Group C is much smaller than that of Group B, but the area controlled is smaller and the personnel are more elite. All 20 people are members of the Lion Heart Club.
The third and fourth grade students appear to be far more capable than the second grade students. They are not stationed in a certain position, but are always in motion. However, for those who want to invade this building, they will find that every
At each moment, different groups blocked a certain entrance. Each group's movement trajectory was rehearsed in advance, and the coordination was seamless.
"President...are you confessing? Why are you confessing at this time? There is no priest there." Members of the Lion Heart Club patrolled with weapons in hand. Whenever they passed the confessional in the center of the church, some people couldn't help but question it.<
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Behind a carved screen was the confessional of the Kassel Academy Church, and Chu Zihang stayed inside without coming out.
Although there have been debates at school board meetings over the years, whether it is necessary to have a church in a place like Kassel College, we only need to let all students take Nordic theology as their spiritual program.
"But... there must be a place for girls to wear white wedding dresses and say 'I do' in front of the priest, right?" Principal Angers ended the discussion with these words.
There is only one trainee pastor in the entire college, Toyama Masashi, but he never holds Sunday services or other activities, let alone accepts confessions, and only accepts wedding appointments.
That exquisite confessional has been empty for many years. Obviously, even if Chu Zihang is ready to believe in Christianity, no priest will accept his confession.
Only by dethroning a certain hypocritical god can the humiliation in his heart be washed away.
A black figure jumped down from the second floor. It was Susie who was originally a sniper.
She approached the confessional.
Susie, 21 years old, is a third-year student at Kassel College, Grade A, and her main field is dragon genetics.
She is an important member of the Lion Heart Club and Chu Zihang's most important right-hand man.
"Zihang, are you okay?" She knocked on the door of the confessional and asked.
"It's okay," Chu Zihang replied inside, "Everything is fine."
"Your body..." Susie's voice revealed a hint of worry.
"Don't worry, I'm in good health and don't have any problems." Chu Zihang interrupted her, not wanting to get too involved in this issue.
Su Qian sighed, knowing that Chu Zihang was not willing to discuss this topic.
The voice of Professor Schneider from the Executive Department suddenly came from her earphones. Susie glanced at the screen of the communication terminal on her waist. This time, Professor Schneider used the public channel of Group C and spoke to everyone in Group C. p>
"Group C, please evacuate the church area immediately and strengthen the security of the library; Group C, please evacuate the church area immediately and strengthen the security of the library..." Professor Schneider said on the radio.
"Yes!" Everyone answered at the same time.
"Zihang! Evacuate the church area." Susie knocked on the door of the confessional again.
She didn't quite understand why Group C was suddenly ordered to evacuate the area. The church was the core hub leading to the Three Goddess Floor and the bell tower where the night watchers were located, and they should have concentrated their superior strength on the alert.
But she was also grateful for this opportunity, so that she could pull Chu Zihang out of the enclosed telephone booth-like wood carving grid. She was indeed very worried about Chu Zihang's body.
She is the person closest to Chu Zihang, and this situation has happened more than once.
If someone is here, he can only lament that Susie is really wasting all her efforts to wink at the blind man. Come on, senior sister, you are not the person in his life. Love is never a matter of priority. It is as cruel as
On the battlefield, there is only love or not, nothing else.
"No, the evacuated people do not include me." Chu Zihang said in a low voice.
"Not including you? How is that possible!" Susie was stunned, "But Professor Schneider gave orders to everyone through the public channel!"
"Group C, please evacuate the church area immediately, excluding Chu Zihang." Professor Schneider's voice sounded again, and Chu Zihang seemed to have expected this order.
"Only for those who don't need to participate in the church battle." Chu Zihang said, "Susie, evacuate."
Susie couldn't wait any longer, and the entire C team was evacuating. She looked at the confession room, feeling faintly uneasy in her heart.
"Don't worry about me." Chu Zihang's voice came from the curtain of the confession room.
"Yes." Susie responded, then hurriedly followed the evacuees, and ran to the door of the church. She couldn't help but look back. In the silent church hall, the small confessional looked mysterious and mysterious.
Loneliness.
"Seal the church door." Professor Schneider's order came again.
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Zero is standing silently by the mosaic window of Odin Hall.
Two or three meters apart in front of her, there were two second-year students holding Uzi submachine guns. Their falcon-like eyes looked nervously out the window to prepare for the enemy that might attack at any time.
No one noticed at all.
Even if the two students noticed the very light breathing in the air behind them and turned their heads to look, they could only see that there seemed to be a chaotic, light-black wind flowing in the air, like a ghost.
If "Word Spirit·Mingzhao" is unlocked, the remaining eleven people are clinging to Ling's little body at this moment, almost wanting to stick to her. The scene will be very ridiculous. This group of people are so close to each other.
Moving together in small steps into the Odin Hall.
Ling was a little speechless. At this time, she couldn't even see the road ahead. These bounty hunters were all very tall, and she, who was only about 1.5 meters tall, was really not good enough among them.
But Zero couldn't think so much now. She led the eleven people closely surrounding her and walked along the central aisle to the elevator not far from the Odin statue. Very light black flowed along the central aisle.
Everyone in Group B looked outside, except for the man who was sitting on the oak bench next to the aisle with his eyes closed. He was wearing an expensive white suit, with blond hair as brilliant as the Lion King, and holding a handle in his hand.
There are two huge silver "Desert Eagles" placed next to the black and gold hunting knives.
They were obviously two privately customized pistols. The handles were made of carved ebony and inlaid with ivory. The pure silver Angel of Death family emblem was located in the center of the handles, smiling silently at them.
Zero glanced at Caesar, but had no reaction. She stepped on the carpet and passed by the man silently. The man lowered his head and seemed not to notice anything, with a faint smile on his lips.
Caesar suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head, and smiled at the statue of Odin.
This man who looks like a Greek statue has a feeling between elegance and coldness when he smiles.
"On the day when our degree certificates are awarded this year, will I be the first to step onto the podium?" he asked casually.
Ling frowned her willow-leaf-like eyebrows, feeling a bit difficult to deal with. She didn't quite understand why this person was so good. He had already discovered her, so why not just jump out and fight? Caesar was still smiling.
and staring, which made the situation a bit tense.
A grand song suddenly echoed in the Odin Hall. The sound was not high, but it was enough for everyone to hear. The students in Group B who were guarding the mosaic window all looked back at the Odin statue in surprise. They could not find it.
Where does that music come from? It seems to be the campus public address system broadcasting during afternoon tea.
"Ashitaka Sekki, the soundtrack of Hayao Miyazaki's "Princess Mononoke". Speaking of which, I quite like this piece." Caesar said lightly.
The music played under the black curtain for a few seconds. Zero frowned and took out something from his pocket. It was Mai's cell phone, which Mai had stuffed into her pocket when she wasn't paying attention.
She answered the phone, her voice as cold as winter ice and snow, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, girl, don't be so cold." A charming female voice came from the other end of the phone, "I'm not doing anything, just add a little fun to your banquet."
Zero didn't say anything, she hung up the phone directly.
Mai Shutoku stood at the door of the church, secretly clicking her tongue at the busy tone on her cell phone.
Her whole figure is as thin as a willow tip. She is over 1.75 tall and can walk on the catwalk. Even without wearing high heels, she can overwhelm Chu Zihang who is sitting in the confessional of the church. Her tight-fitting combat uniform is as black as ink.
The curves of her whole body are refined. If she were a model in a drawing class, both the teacher and the students would have to stick paper scrolls in both nostrils to prevent nosebleeds.
They are also twin sisters. Compared with the pretty and charming Shutoku Aki, she is as gorgeous and unrestrained as a blush painted by a painter.
Zero whispered something.
"Ling of words·Mingzhao", liberation.
Twelve people neatly wore black combat uniforms that were close-fitting like ninjas, with miniature submachine guns hanging under their necks, and two-foot-long close combat knives on their belts. Their hoods were complete, with only two falcon-like eyes left.
Exposed, he is obviously the best among the best.
But their postures were really stupid. The students in Group B were a little confused for a while. Eleven of the twelve people were men. The chest muscles under the combat uniforms wanted to burst through the clothes to show their strength. Each one was as strong as a Greek sculpture.
The male god in.
But they gathered around the only petite girl, crouching and holding hands, like an African tribe doing some mating dance, with the girl as the center, forming an eleven-petal flower...
The girl struggled to squeeze out of the crowd. Her whole body was covered in a black combat uniform, including her face. She had a curvy figure, but her hands were hanging down close to the sides of her legs, and her head was slightly lowered.
He stands like a good student who is studying hard, and no one is interested in him.
Eleven petals were scattered, and they instantly entered a fighting state, using the surrounding rows of chairs and the podium as cover, and raised their mini-submachine guns.
Almost at the same time, the main force of Group B at the front and rear doors swarmed in, and a black barrel protruded from the gap in the railing on the top floor.
It's like casting a dragnet.
The sound of loading on both sides was neat and tidy, as if they had been trained. As long as the trigger was pulled, bullets would pour out.
But at the same time, both Caesar and the petite girl raised their hands to prevent further action.
Caesar gestured gracefully to indicate that ladies should take priority.
Zero couldn't stand his double-crossing, so he said coldly, "Quick decision, I don't have time to play with you here where you pull out a gun and shoot after the music ends."
"Why do you draw a gun and shoot after the music ends?" Caesar suddenly couldn't understand. It must be the first time he and her met, why would he say such strange words? He had no impression of this girl before.<
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"It's nothing." Zero lost his patience a little bit, "Ignore those things, shall we start the fight now?"
Caesar did not dwell too much on this issue. A confident smile appeared on his face again, "As you wish, but is it too unstyled to start the fight like this? How do you plan to start?"
"What do you want?" Zero asked.
Caesar stood up from the luxurious ebony chair, unbuttoned his white formal suit, raised the "Desert Eagle" with both hands and stood in the middle of the aisle. Ling raised his eyebrows and looked at her coldly. At this moment, she was as bright as a cold and sharp sword, making people afraid to approach. Behind each of them, there are more than ten loaded guns pointing at each other, with thousands of bullets pressed into the magazines.
The temperature of the air seemed to have suddenly dropped, and the turbulent, knife-like aura on Zero's body was increasing.
"How about this?" Caesar snapped his fingers, "Norma, turn out the lights for us."
"Fifteen seconds countdown." Norma's faint voice echoed in the Odin Hall, and the crystal chandelier in the center of the roof began to turn on and off, repeating at a steady frequency of once a second.
"Desert Eagle standard version, each magazine has 7 rounds of 0.5-inch caliber AE bullets, 14 rounds in total, which is enough." Caesar said lightly, with a confident smile still on his face, like an invincible king.
As he moved across the battlefield, his fiery golden eyes flickered, as if he had seen the final outcome of his victory.
His legs were spread apart, his hands were crossed in front of him, and he lowered his head as if in deep thought.
"Theoretically, it's 3.8 rounds per second. I can fire them all in two seconds."
"You can try it." Zero's voice had no fluctuations. There was nothing to believe in this. She knew that Caesar could do it.
Silence is like death.
Everyone's eyes are focused on the flashing lights above their heads, and the second of each flash is stretched out extremely long due to extreme concentration.
Only Caesar didn't look, with his head lowered.
With 13 powerful heartbeats, except for the girl and myself, the positions of the other 11 people were locked.
Five seconds came when the lights in the entire hall went dark, all the lights went out, and everyone lost their goal.
Caesar instantly pushed "Word Spirit Kamamaita" to its peak. He fired with both hands without aiming, shooting straight to both sides. The AE bullets in the Desert Eagle magazine penetrated the cover with powerful kinetic energy. "Word Spirit Kamamaita"
"With his advantage and faster reaction speed, Caesar fired a second time before the opponent fired.
Four of the 11 targets marked in my mind have been erased.
The members of Team Zero fired based on their impression of Caesar's position before the lights went out.
Caesar jumped on the table and fired in the air. The chairs around where he was standing were smashed by volleys of submachine guns.
Caesar leaped forward, and the muzzle flashes of the Desert Eagle flashed out, each time illuminating his angular profile like a Greek sculpture. He stood high on the table, as if standing in the fire of hell.
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All targets have been erased.
The echoes of the gunshots had not receded, and a lone round of applause rang out in the darkness.
The lights came on again, and Caesar stood where he was just now, pointing his Desert Eagle gun at the ground, smoke rising.
The 11 elite members of Team Zero all around looked at the blood on their chests silently, and then fell to the ground. The sound of 11 guns falling to the ground was uniform.
Zero clapped her hands expressionlessly, but Caesar couldn't see the expression on her face at this time.
Caesar unloaded the magazine with both hands and unloaded the last remaining bullets from the magazine. There were two bullets left in his left hand and one in his right hand.
"Are you done playing?" Zero said coldly, "Then it's my turn next."
Her eyes penetrated through time and returned to the Siberian ice field more than 20 years ago.
She whispered: "We will not abandon each other or betray each other along the way until the end of death."
This is not a spell, but she habitually says this sentence every time she faces a challenge, like a kind of prayer.
Time suddenly stopped flowing, and Zero saw the confident smile on Caesar's face freeze. A boy walked out of the void behind her, lowered his head and said in her ear: "Yes, we will not abandon each other along the way, no
Betray each other until the end of death."
Ling turned around in surprise. The boy in front of her was smiling and making a face at her.
"How could I leave my girl alone?" He put his hand on her shoulder and said with a smile.