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Chapter 172: Bai Yaowu

"Shh, be quiet, don't talk." Takahiko looked at Nidhogg and was about to speak. He put his index finger in front of his mouth and made a silencing gesture.

"A miracle... is happening." Takahiko's silver hair covered his eyes, and the two Heretic Arbitration Executives behind him immediately restrained Nidhogg. They held Nidhogg down with their backhands, forcing the latter to be unable to move.

"Stop... the experiment! If this continues, mortals who spy on the divine realm will eventually be nailed to the deepest part of hell by the most blazing spears!" Nidhogg roared in a low voice. He was forced to the ground, with a look in his eyes.

But it is the ultimate peace.

"I didn't expect that the number one person on the front line of mechanical science, the head of the Sivlia Organization, was actually an old stickman who was talking about the covenant. Can the so-called god pierce my heart with his dear spear?

?”

Takahiko showed that smile for the first time, with disdain and arrogance. He squatted down and looked at Nidhogg who was pinned to the ground. He put his right hand on his left chest and gave a knight's salute.

"Director Nidhogg, I'm sorry for making you suffer. Please wait for us for a moment. Look at your little junior sister. Isn't that what a mechanic who is obsessed with machinery should look like?"

"White-haired Fenrir, let me ask you a question," Nidhogg seemed to have something in his eyes. He smiled softly, "What is the so-called end point of science?"

"..." Takahiko frowned. This sentence sounded very strange, but it made him feel a vague sense of terror.

"You know, I have a hunch, or a hypothesis. Resonance and talent complement each other. It is impossible for one to have a very high value and a very low value..." Takahiro raised his eyebrows with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

Nidhogg's eyes also moved slightly downward. He knew Takahiko's thoughts, or that conjecture had already appeared in the chief mechanic's mind, but he wanted to hide it.

But he only missed the calculation that Takahiko was once a talented six-winged knight, and he had also experienced the pain of 4,000 silver needles piercing his body.

"No...no no..." A noisy voice passed through the platform below, which seemed to be a girl's scream, and there was a dull sound of a firecracker, as if a gun was fired at the temple.

"What happened?" Takahiko stood up and narrowed his eyes, his wolf-like eyes bursting with murderous intent.

"Lord Fenrir, I am reporting that a red-bearded mechanic was yelling something on the operating platform below. He tried to stop the machinery and resisted the executive officer. He was shot dead." An executive officer walked into the high platform and stood alone.

He knelt down and said.

"Red Beard...is this Master Freire..." Nidhogg covered up the sadness in his eyes. It was the first time he felt such loneliness, but it was so calm that it was scary.

Not even when the boss died... No, at that time, he seemed to be stealing the silver ore cutting machine, and then used a small crane to climb onto the portraits of the past generations in the silver dust hall. Before he even started his "great career", he...

Old man Freire caught him in the act.

It seemed that Freir wanted to bring him and his granddaughter together, but Nidhogg said that he was not interested at all in a flat-chested girl who was more than ten years younger than her. He thought Freir would be angry, but this old man who has always been upright and dignified

Expressed understanding.

"Yes, he is the only one who dares to do this. That old man... probably doesn't know the power of the Heretic Arbitration Tribunal at all."

"I'm sorry. I will give the executive officer the punishment he deserves when I get back. I mourn for this old mechanic." Takahiko seriously bowed his head slightly toward the platform below where Freier was alive.

"Old mechanic? Huh?? You are finished. Let me tell you, Mr. Frere is a national-level mechanic in Sentinoa. If you kill him for no reason, you will be hunted to the ends of the earth by the Inquisition Bureau!

"

Proc's sharp voice rang out, penetrating the eardrums of several people, and Longyan frowned visibly. To be honest, he had long forgotten about this sissy mechanic. Proc's voice always made Longyan feel inexplicably.

A hint of irritability.

Takahiko's fingers slightly turned on the hilt of the knight's sword at his waist. He suppressed his emotions very well, but the heretical executioners directly pulled out the blazing guns.

"Do you dare to shoot? I tell you, this is the Sivlia Agency, and with just your little coin..." Prok was still shouting, he raised his head arrogantly, and glared at the executioners

official.

"Click" The loaded firecracker that had been prepared was aimed at Prock's heart. Takahiko turned his head as if he had not seen this scene.

"Wait a minute..." Nidhogg's voice was almost like a growl. Before the executive beside him could react, the man holding him down with both hands suddenly broke away.

The expressions of the two executive officers changed suddenly. They didn't know what was happening. It was the first time that someone had broken free of the compression technique that completely pressed their shoulders to death! The next moment, one of the executive officers only felt that his chest was being stabbed hard.

As he hit the ground, a palm that appeared from nowhere was raised on his chest, and the other hand pressed on his head. The whole person was relieved of the strength of resistance by an extremely exquisite fighting technique.

The executive felt like he was flying up in the air and was hit hard on the glass beside him. He didn't even have time to draw out the blunderbuss. His head hit the glass and he fainted for a moment.

"Fronze Leighton fighting technique? Didn't it disappear after the Ember Era..." Takahiko was not in a hurry. Instead, he looked at Nidhogg running towards Prock with interest.

Fronze Leighton Fighting, once the most famous close combat art of Old Leighton. It is said that the real Fronze Leighton Fighting requires mastery of alchemical laws, and it is also called "Leighton Bleeding Fighting"

.

But what makes this obscure and extremely difficult fighting technique famous is not these, but the man named "Sarcophagus", who truly brought the "bloody fighting technique" to the extreme.

And he is such a man who is proficient in alchemical fighting skills and is also a genius mechanic.

And like that man, Nidhogg is also a talented mechanic... If the two of them have ever crossed paths... It's interesting. It seems that the head of the Sivlia Agency also has a very interesting personality.

Go over there!

The gray figure flashed across the dark platform laboratory. The executive who was aiming at Prock had a bad thought in his heart. Pain almost akin to a broken wrist was transmitted to the brain. A pair of hands with slender fingers had already joined.

On his hands, the nails of those hands were still stained with engine oil, and there was a strong smell of alcohol coming from around him.

"Bang" the executive gritted his teeth, endured the twisting pain in his finger, and pressed the trigger forcefully. At that moment, he felt his wrist being forcibly lifted up, and the bullet fired made a huge roar, shattering the top of the gun.

silver miner's lamp.

The silver ore in the lamp slanted down, making the room flicker between light and dark, which looked particularly strange. The roar of the bullets also made their heads buzz and hurt.

Before he could react, the pitch-black muzzle was already aimed at the back of Nidhogg's head. There was also an executive who had been silent before, but at this moment he perfectly broke the stalemate.

"Let him go." The executive officer shook his gun and signaled Nidhogg to let go of his colleagues.

"Crack!" The gun was loaded, and as cold as a black hole, the gun's muzzle was pressed tightly against the back of Nidhogg's head. It seemed that if he made even one small move, he would be shot on the spot.

"Ahhh..." Nidhogg slowly let go of his hand, and the executive whose wrist was broken let out a painful groan. His whole body collapsed on the ground, and he held it firmly with his other hand.

His broken wrist was broken, and there were a lot of sweat on his forehead because of the severe pain.

"Shoot, I can't tolerate filthy rats killing people casually in the Sivlia Agency." Nidhogg held the gun barrel with his backhand and pressed it hard on the back of his head, with a terrifying calmness.

of anger.

The executive officer frowned. If it were anyone else, he would really shoot. But this one was different. All the executive officers had been warned before coming. The current head of the Sivlia Agency was protected by the Heretic Arbitration Act.

, in other words, this apparently extremely young young man has another terrifying identity.

"Lez, put down the blunderbuss and don't use force on our Commander-in-Chief Nidhogg." Finally, Takahiko, who had been retreating to the side, said slowly.

The executive named Leitz nodded silently and slowly put down the blunderbuss.

However, Prock in front did not turn pale with fear as expected. Instead, he still looked at the executives with contempt in his eyes.

"I'm telling you, you just don't dare to shoot..." The sharp voice sounded again, and everyone saw Takahiko's eyelids twitching unconsciously.

"Huh..." Nidhogg casually picked up a mechanical steel plate and smashed it directly on Prok's head.

Before Prock could react, he fell down softly.

"He should feel lucky to have a chief like you." Takahiko smiled and said sincerely.

"He shouldn't feel that way..."

"Hey, hey, hey! Can you hear me? Senior brother? Chief Nidhogg? That's wrong... the Nippert system... is no longer under my control..."

Anxious sounds came from the radio frequency, but in his anxiety, Nidhogg was sure that he heard...a hint of surprise!


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