"You said that thing works! Bullshit legendary anti-demon force!"
"We have done so much and searched for so many years!"
One of the six giants of the Black Street Brotherhood, "Tearer" Anton angrily picked up "Sleepless Eyes" Lancer by his collar and pushed him against the wall: "And now! The Black Sword uses it in the Blood
There are countless holes in the magician’s body! It’s useless!”
"Your goal is to kill Black Sword, right?"
"Calm down, Anton!" Maurice, one of the Big Six, was sweating profusely and holding Anton's hand: "We received the message from the messenger crow in the north together..."
"Although he was severely injured and his life and death are unknown, Black Sword escaped, didn't he?"
"Even if that weapon doesn't work, but..."
"At least Black Sword may still be alive!"
"Maybe alive?" Anton still resisted Lancer. He turned his head angrily and pointed at Lancer at Maurice: "So you can forgive this guy!"
"Even if he used fake weapons to frame Black Sword?"
"Even under his guidance, our efforts over the years have not paid off at all?"
Morris was speechless for a moment.
Lancer suddenly grabbed Anton's bandaged arms.
"Although Ramon is not here, I can't be sure...but it's not necessarily the problem with that weapon. After all, we don't even know the name and function of that weapon!" Lancer gritted his teeth and looked directly at Anton's angry look.
Eyes: "In the Secret Department, I have read relevant files. The Blood Magician is quite special. It cannot be directly sealed by ordinary legendary anti-magic weapons... But this does not mean..."
"Go to your files! I will never believe a word of those secrets!"
"Didn't you see the summons?" Anton cursed emotionally: "The so-called legendary anti-magic weapon that you said can seal the magician - is invalid!"
"Just two days ago, Black Sword almost died at the hands of the Blood Magician!"
"Maybe the weapon itself is what lures us..."
"Impossible," Lancer stared at Anton and said solemnly: "That news is related to the lady who Morat is also extremely afraid of..."
The strength of Anton's hand became tighter and tighter. He interrupted Lancer and said harshly:
"Fuck Morat Hansen! Fuck the secret department of the kingdom!"
"Don't forget who caused us to be like this!"
"Who turned us from...to what we are now? The Black Street Brotherhood, which abandons its bottom line for revenge, has no conscience, and does bad things, has turned us into a kingdom worm that can only live in the shadows!"
Anton's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Especially you, Corbion Lancer! Aren't you the undercover agent Morat placed among us?"
"Black Sword has forgiven you, but I have not!"
Maurice, who was dragging Anton, trembled suddenly.
"Undercover?"
"Haha, in the past twelve years, you have only come to worry about this matter now?" Lancer sneered with difficulty, not caring about Anton's strength: "Then what have the past twelve years meant to you? Do you think we
Are you starting a fraternity for fun?”
"The past twelve years? Fun?"
Anton seemed to be stimulated to his most important nerves. The veins on his face stood out and he jumped into a rage. He roared crazily: "Son of a bitch! Do you think I am willing to control a bunch of thieves, robbers, and rapists?"
"Working with lunatics like Shantara Rodda and Lazench Fisso?"
"Are you a smuggler and murderer every day?"
Lancer's expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth as his brows kept twitching.
"What kind of life have we lived in the past twelve years..." Anton continued to grit his teeth: "How much have we paid for your illusory news..."
"Then kill me here!"
"Take my head to comfort the dead, to comfort that gentleman!" Lancer shouted loudly, interrupting Anton: "Just treat me as your biggest enemy, treat me as you have taken revenge, and feel at ease.
You can go back and be a good person..."
"enough!"
A louder roar sounded from the side.
Anton and Lancer were shocked at the same time, and they turned to Morris.
"Leh Malone."
"Cabra Golightly."
"Delecoto Ellsworth." Morris trembled. He lowered his head deeply, clenched his fists, and names popped out of his mouth one after another: "Kuldimo Fenway."
"Kirsters Desmond!"
"And that adult..."
Anton and Lancer were both shocked!
"Do you remember them? Do you remember these names?"
"The oath we swore together back then! Find all the real murderers and avenge the dead!" Morris raised his head, and his eyes were red at some point: "At any cost!"
"Do you think you are the only one suffering in silence? Skinny!" Morris yelled: "In the past ten years, those of us who knew nothing about gangs or organizations have worked hard to establish territory and establish power.
Infiltrate the underground world, recruit all the people, contend with the Blood Bottle Gang, avoid the pursuit of the secret department, regard all suspects as enemies, track Sariton and the Shadow Shield, and trace the truth of the year..."
"Isn't it all for the same purpose?"
"boom!"
Morris punched the wall with all his strength, his lips trembling:
"I've never killed a child before..."
"But in the past twelve years, there have been a total of one hundred and fifty-four children who died in the abandoned house, from the age of four to twelve - and this does not include the son of a bitch Rhoda two months ago.
One family killed so many beggars!”
"These are all my blood debts!"
"I buried each of them with my own hands! I almost remember what each of them looked like!"
"The most recent one was just a year ago..."
"A boy ran away. Just to show our toughness and cruelty in front of our negotiating opponents, I used my superpower to suffocate him alive!" Morris couldn't suppress his emotions, his superpower was a little out of control, and the surrounding air became unstable:
"God knows what we, this group of people, have put in and what we have become in the past ten years!"
Anton closed his eyes, bit his lower lip tightly, and lowered his head.
Lancer laughed suddenly.
"Yes, that's right," Sleepless Eyes said with an expression that seemed to be crying and laughing: "Hahaha, Anton Levanowski, do you think that the many things we have done are for correction, atonement or repayment?
To create a better world for the sins of the past?”
"dream!"
Lancer, with a terrifying look in his eyes, cursed loudly:
"Go and see what we have done over the years! The Prison of Bones in the Western Wasteland - that is where we should go!"
"But why are we here? Why don't we accept the punishment that should be given to us?"
Lancer pushed Anton away violently and shouted angrily:
"That's because that day twelve years ago, from the moment we arrived at the gate of Fuxing Palace, we had turned into a group of ghosts, a group of ghosts, and a group of breathing corpses!"
"The only, supreme, and supreme purpose of our existence is to drag out all enemies and black hands, and then destroy them all together..."
"Only Black Sword understands best - we have been in hell for a long time."
The soundproofed room suddenly became quiet.
"Boom!"
Anton kicked the wall hard, then walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down heavily.
Morris covered his face, and blood was flowing from his fist against the wall.
Lancer stared at the ground steadily, his eyes motionless.
In the silence, only the suppressed, trembling or rapid breathing of the three men could be heard.
Until Morris was the first to break the silence.
"We have to believe in Black Sword," Fatty tried his best to collect his emotions and said slowly: "Even without the legendary anti-magic weapons, he still has the ability to escape from the magic master... Just like he faced Asheida back then."
Lancer pulled his scarlet cloak back on.
"Wait for news about him." The brotherhood intelligence leader with a secret background whispered: "When he recovers from his injuries, I want Black Sword to try that weapon again."
"How to try!" Anton still didn't adjust himself, he frowned and said rudely: "Are you risking your life! If you encounter the blood magician again, it may be the death of Black Sword!"
"No, I will tell him to stay as far away from the Blood Magician as possible before confirming the availability of that weapon." Lancer replied without any emotion.
"Availability? How to confirm?" Morris wiped away the sparkle in his eyes.
"Do you still remember Gu?" Lancer said silently: "That Far Eastern man."
"Gu?"
Anton frowned: "Before our mercenary group was disbanded, that kid came in last? The guy who was kicked out by the Suye Wuyi Guards?"
"That's him," Lancer said slowly, "He is in Exeter and brought me some news."
"Do you still have contact with him?" Morris bandaged his fist and asked doubtfully: "Gu and we are not the same group... You said before that that guy has his own purpose and is very suspicious."
"Our eyesight in the north is still a little lacking, so we have to borrow local connections," Lancer shook his head: "And Gu - regardless of whether he is suspicious or not - seems to be doing well there."
"Wait a minute, you said you want to confirm the performance of that weapon first... so..." Morris looked at Lancer blankly.
"That's right, Gu found an old friend in Exeter in the past few days..." Lancer raised his head, his eyes sharp: "He is really an old friend."
Anton and Maurice looked at each other in astonishment.