Residents dressed in either luxurious or simple clothes hurriedly gathered in this direction, pushing and arguing from time to time, and then were submerged in the sea of people like waves. Countless tall figures in black leather uniforms stood on the street to maintain their presence.
order.
On the street lamps on both sides of the road, hanged corpses with obvious crystal marks on their faces or parts of their bodies were hung, frightening the infected people who dared to commit crimes with blood and fear.
A man stood in the middle of the avenue lined with blood and corpses, casually broke the neck of the infected person in front of him, and threw it aside.
Thrown to the ground together were the leather gloves wrapping his hands.
Although the climate in Terra World is constantly changing due to natural disasters, and the temperature difference in a day can often reach 50 degrees Celsius, due to the physical problems of the residents, few people wear plush or leather clothing.
The man in front of me was different.
He is tall and muscular, with almost gray silver hair, a pair of cat ears covered with fluff, and a big fluffy tail with spots curled behind him.
He was carrying a heavy leather coat in his hand, and his other hand was holding the civilized stick in front of him.
In fact, this is a long sword.
However, although in the hands of ordinary people, the sword hidden in the civilized staff can be used as a long sword, but compared to the Philin tribe man who is more than 1.9 meters tall in front of him, it seems a bit too slender, which makes people think of
A stabbing sword used for fun among nobles.
His pale and slender fingers stretched out and pressed on his collar, tugging hard to loosen the first two buttons, leaving the white shirt slightly wrinkled.
There was a string of dark red blood spots spattered on the white shirt on the right side.
Opposite of all this, there were thirty or forty corpses of infected people in front of them.
Most of them died neatly, and they probably didn't even feel the pain.
Standing next to him was a man from the Fengtu (ox) tribe wearing a standard black leather coat, holding a heavy shield in one hand and a dog-leg knife in the other. He was equally strong, and if you include the length of the horns, he was about
He is about the same height as the man in front of him.
"Young Yinhui...Master, I have arranged for the refugees to go in according to your instructions. Our people are guarding them all around, so there will be no accidents."
The man from the Fenghou tribe stood next to the tall Feilin man known as 'Yin Hui' and reported in a low voice. He seemed to be very respectful, but judging from the distance between the two, they should be close confidants of the Yin Hui master.
"Well, tell them to maintain order." Yin Hui calmly handed the leather coat in his hand to the man behind him, "The trouble caused by the desperate crowd is often more difficult to deal with than fighting."
His eyes were still looking toward the end of the street.
The Fengho man still stood beside Yin Hui without moving.
Yin Hui turned around with a natural and confident smile on his face:
"Jiao Feng, you seem to have any questions?"
The tall man named Jiao Feng nodded and said bluntly: "Master Yinhui, our Kalan trade came to Londinium just for these few businesses in Victoria, and the total value is only 60 to 70 million gantry coins.
.....Why are we risking our lives by voluntarily getting sucked into Victoria's quagmire?"
For the Kalan Trade Consortium, which controls the foreign trade window of Kjerag, 60 to 70 million Dragon Gate coins can really only be called a 'little thing'.
After Jiao Feng finished speaking, he felt that his question was a bit too abrupt, so he added an explanation.
"As the honorary guard of the Shivaash family, I really don't recommend that you get involved in this kind of trouble...it may be dangerous to you."
Yin Hui nodded without surprise after hearing this.
"Indeed, there are some dangers."
He looked at the end of the street, his eyes passing over the corpses they had hung on the street lamps.
"Londinium was invaded in less than half a day. While the infected were disrupting order, they paralyzed the Victoria Police Department in the shortest possible time, and even the military did not have time to respond."
"Obviously, this was all premeditated."
Yin Hui turned around and looked at the guard who had grown up with him.
"But, Jiao Feng, do you really think that Victoria's power only has this little power?"
"Just a few infected people. If Victoria really wants to, even if only the royal family is left, she can wipe out the tens of thousands of infected people who are causing trouble in a short period of time."
"This is the power that makes them kings, and it is something that is absolutely impossible to throw away."
As he said this, Yin Hui couldn't help but think of himself, and suddenly laughed at himself:
"Just like our Shivaash family."
After hearing this, Jiao Feng nodded as if he suddenly understood.
Since Victoria will not be paralyzed, decline, or even destroyed because of a small crisis, when it survives this crisis, those 'friends' who have helped Victoria will naturally receive more preferential treatment.
Even if they have various purposes.
Han Baiyi could think of taking advantage of the chaos and take advantage of it, and naturally more "others" would think of this and put it into practice with absolute strength.
The reason is actually very simple, but more people are blinded by the dangers they are about to face now, so that they make many behaviors that seem unreasonable and irrational, that's all.
Yin Hui is obviously a smart person.
He knows very well what he and his Kalan Trading Group need.
Therefore, as soon as the infected crisis began, he immediately opened the Kalan Trading Group's stronghold to the outside world, organized his own armed members to maintain order in the stronghold, and massacred infected people who dared to offend, while also aggressively recruiting people in this neighborhood.
Fugitive Victorians.
Han Baiyi needs reputation, and Yin Hui also needs reputation.
He needed these wealthy people living in Londinium, the capital of Victoria, to trade with Calan and have a more profound impression on him, the "Silver Ash" Nhiodis Shivaash.
He wants to establish a 'real' persona for himself and provide favors to everyone, so as to achieve further breakthroughs for the Kalan Trading Consortium.
Breakthroughs in external exchanges, assets, and trade scope.
This is something no amount of money can buy.
The first requirement to achieve this condition is... to hold on to this place.
Standing at the entrance of this block, Yin Hui watched the blocks from afar gather together, gradually becoming densely packed with black shadows on the street in front of him, and stared straight ahead indifferently.
Beside him, a row of armed members of the Kalan Trading Company stood behind Silver Gray like black walls.
Behind them was the member of the Kalan Trade Department who was huddled in a shop that had been converted into a stronghold. He was looking at the Kalan Trade Department member in front of him with a worried look on his face through the makeshift fence in front of the glass door of the shop.
Because there were so many people gathered, Yin Hui and the others had to transform the surrounding shops into temporary strongholds.
Facing the black army of infected people, there was only this thin wall in front of them.
Walls composed of Kalan trade.
At the front of the group of infected people, a sturdy figure wrapped in a gray-green anti-impact suit with two black diagonal horns protruding from his helmet slowly moved forward, leading the chaotic team to move forward.
Yin Hui looked ahead indifferently.
He held a long sword in his hand.
Jiao Feng, who was beside him, had also spotted the tall figure standing at the front of the infected, standing at 2.5 meters tall, with a frown on his face.
"Sir...if I'm not mistaken, that should be a Sarkazi, maybe a great swordsman."
Yin Hui nodded silently.
When Kalan Trading Company first developed, Yin Hui and others developed from the mercenary group.
Most of these great swordsmen and magicians of the Sakaz clan are familiar monsters to mercenaries.
Yin Hui and Jiao Feng, who were once mercenaries, would naturally not forget these big guys. Their huge bodies alone were enough to be intimidating.
However, these armed members wearing black leather clothes stood firmly here, facing the number of infected people that was more than ten times their own, without any intention of wavering.
Silver Gray's orders are everything to them.
Yin Hui still stood there and watched.
Suddenly, a hurricane struck, and Yin Hui and Jiao Feng's expressions were shocked at the same time.
When the smoke cleared, a man also wearing a black uniform but with a red scarf around his neck suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.
He is the 'Messenger'.
Facing the familiar two people, the messenger did not put on his usual false smile, but said with an indifferent expression:
"The entire reconnaissance team was wiped out. The current estimate is that the number of the opponent is 600 to 650. There are not many senior operators. The leader is Centurion Sakaz at the front. He is very powerful. There are two reconnaissance teams.
All the members fell into his hands."
Yin Hui nodded silently, his face still expressionless.
People in the snow realm have always been like this.
Cold passion, cold love, cold hatred.
People who are struggling to survive don't need so many reactions.
He is still waiting for something.
As if sensing their will and power, the chaotic group of infected people on the opposite side also stopped under the command of the great swordsman Nasakaz.
The two sides just faced off calmly.
Yin Hui always looked ahead, as if ignoring everything in front of him.
Until, someone suddenly tapped his shoulder from behind.
"Friend, make way."
...
building roof,
The black-haired Phillin girl struggled to climb up with a special rope. There was also a taller girl with purple hair hanging on her waist.
It's Morgan and Melantha.
thump.
Morgan threw himself to the ground, gasping for air.
Melanza frowned with a pale face, pressed hard on her wound, and tried hard to stop the bleeding again to prevent the wound from expanding again.
The slender body looks a little weak.
Morgan, on the other hand, lay on the ground for a long time before he regained his composure and sat up with his hands on the ground:
"No, I didn't expect that you, a skinny kid, are actually very heavy... You must be sixty kilograms!"
Melanza's pale face just now suddenly turned into two red clouds. Although her expression seemed unconcerned, she retorted in a very low volume:
"No...no, just over forty kilograms."
As he spoke, he glanced at Morgan twice, then lowered his head.
After all, Morgan looks just over 1.4 meters tall, so it seems to be expected that he would feel heavy.
He pinched the hilt of the sword in his hand.
There may also be a problem with the sword, which is too heavy.
Yes, that's it.
Morgan rested for a while before he finally recovered. He was about to lower his head to see how Gawain was doing at the bottom of the building, but as soon as he raised his head, a slender and graceful figure came into view.
It was a female film magician wearing black high heels, slim and slender black silk legs, wearing a school uniform underneath and a red magician's loose robe.
There is a two-meter-long magician's staff in his hand pointing to the sky, his eyes are slightly closed, and he is chanting in a low voice.
As she recited the spell with a clear rhythm, the Originium energy in the air stirred up with her spirit. Even a half-experienced Originium skill master like Morgan could clearly feel the power of the Originium.
The gathering of terrifying Source Stone energy.
Even though everything he saw in front of him was so calm, Morgan could really feel the vibration in the air. Centered on the woman on the rooftop in front of him, the Origin Stone could continuously gather huge energy to form a whirlpool, but it did not cause it.
They gathered around her and then solidified.
The woman raised the magician's staff high in her hand and pointed the sharp tip into the air.
Just standing there, Morgan seemed to be able to feel the endless Origin Stone caressing his body, as if his whole body was immersed in the warm ocean and being carried by the current.
Warm, yet extremely dangerous.
Morgan was speechless and unable to move. He seemed to be imprisoned in place by something and could only stare blankly.
The woman standing in the center of the Source Stone energy vortex, every move she makes affects this huge energy that is comparable to a time bomb.
Just the simple act of raising the magician's staff made Morgan's heart suddenly rise to his throat, fearing that if she made an accidental move, they would be blown up together with the building.
Fortunately, the incident did not happen in the direction she imagined.
The woman waved the long magician's staff, and countless Source Stone energies danced along with her movements, turning from invisible to tangible. From the initial pure white light, it gradually deepened in color and turned into bright flames.
The flames burned fiercely, and the woman's clothes were also ignited. Only the outermost magician's uniform made of special materials showed no trace of burning.
The women were still singing and dancing.
The spirit of fire clung to her body, but did not cause any harm to her. Everything about her seemed to come from fire, and the extremely high temperature was even enough to burn the entire sky.
Even though he was dozens of meters away from the woman, Morgan's mouth was parched, and the air around him became hot. The moisture in the air boiled at high speed, making everything in front of him extremely blurry, as if he was in a mirage.
among.
Until finally, the woman raised her staff high.
"The rays of the sun protect me."
"Prostrate yourself before the power of this heavenly fire."
All singing is finished.
The original scenes were withdrawn like hallucinations, the air gradually became dry and calm, the scenery in front of them was not as steamy and blurry as before, and the temperature also dropped rapidly, from high heat to even a little cold.
Morgan stared blankly at the woman standing in the center of the rooftop.
She still held up the long staff and pointed the tip at the sky.
Morgan also raised his head and looked towards the sky.
At this time, the originally gloomy and gray sky was stained with an extremely intense red color.
From this side of the field of vision, it continuously spreads to the other side of the field of vision.
The sky is burning.
The flames continued to fall one after another like spears of divine power, one after another, like falling rain, but also like shooting stars, staining the originally dark sky with a bright red trace that lingered for a long time.
The red color connecting the sky and the ground also dyed Morgan's eyes red, and the bright light bloomed on the earth, like the sun rising on the ground.