A huge figure directly broke through the door panel, hit the wall hard, and then slid down... After sliding down, it didn't move at all, because its life breath had completely disappeared.
What can be seen is a bloody hole the size of a fist on its chest.
Behind the destroyed door, the Soul Witch slowly walked out, took a casual look, and then turned around... In the room, Farrell, who had cleaned up his hair and body, put on a white suit to accompany Blue
shirt and walked out slowly.
The witch lady's craftsmanship was good. She didn't give the most ferocious and evil knight in history a strange hairstyle, but just trimmed it into a dry and short hair.
He seemed to be a little stronger... He was really starting to gain weight. Miss Witch secretly thought to herself that this guy was really in a poisoned state and only had more than 10% strength?
"Why did this guy suddenly go berserk?" Miss Witch frowned at this time, "The Knight Agency should inject these normal living and working, registered orc bloodlines with vaccines to suppress berserkness."
Farrell just said calmly: "The vaccines used now should still use the long-lasting formula from the past. Although the effect is still there, from generation to generation, their bodies have produced some antibodies, and their animal nature has not been eradicated. On the contrary, once it is stimulated,
It will get worse.”
As he said that, he turned to look out the window... The city was filled with flames and screams. Suddenly, Farrell's eyes were locked on the soul witch.
His gaze was like eternal starlight. Even though she had spiritual power, she seemed to be under the huge starry sky, and she seemed so small.
Miss Gillian reluctantly showed a charming smile, "Mr. Knight, do you plan to invite me on a date?"
Farrell pondered for a moment, then frowned, "You...what role did you play in this incident?"
Almost at the moment of speaking, Farrell had already taken action and ignored all the defense methods of the psychic witch. Just like carrying a child, he directly pinched her neck, lifted her up, and pressed her against the wall.
.
She struggled painfully and kept kicking her legs in the air, but she only felt that her suffocation was getting worse and worse... Were those Knights of the Round Table also in such despair when facing Farrell?
"It's...it's me...I rescued you from...from prison...and gave you...the antidote..." She said this with difficulty, grabbing the other person's arm with both hands, and looking at her
Horrified.
Between opening and closing his eyes, Farrell seemed to suddenly become quiet, and slowly loosened his fingers little by little... The loosening was very slow, and his fingers seemed to be very stiff.
Miss Witch didn't have time to wait for his fingers to completely loosen. After seeing a slight looseness, she struggled to open Farrell's fingers.
She was able to escape and slid from the wall to sit on the floor, breathing frantically while her body couldn't help but tremble slightly... She raised her head and looked at this calm-looking man in horror.
"You haven't answered my question yet." Without the slightest comfort, he stared at the witch lady coldly, "Don't worry, my promise will not change. I will do what I promised you... I will
Send what you want to your tombstone with your own hands."
"You..." Miss Jillian trembled subconsciously.
At the most dangerous moment, she used her spiritual power, intending to invade the other person's heart. However, her power instantly overwhelmed the other person's inner rage, screams, and all kinds of negative emotions.
For a moment, she felt like she had spent hundreds of years in the spiritual world.
"oberon..."
After coughing several times in pain, she still breathed the fresh air greedily and said nervously: "He is the leader of an organization called Doomsday Myth. This organization has absorbed many guys on the wanted list of the Magician Association. What?
It seems to be an organization that resists the Magician Association. But it is not... It is actually an organization engaged in the orc liberation movement as a cover. Almost all the core members of Doomsday Myth are guys with orc blood."
"Orcs..." Farrell thought thoughtfully.
The voice of Miss Witch continued: "It took me a lot of time to get close to the inside of this group... The antidote I gave you before was refined by a secret pharmacist in the doomsday myth. Of course! The material is mine.
Collected through hard work."
Having said this, she quietly looked at Farrell, and when she saw that he had not changed at all, she lowered her head and continued talking.
"Lift your head and look at me."
The witch girl had no choice but to raise her head and gritted her teeth: "I overheard their plan this time, so I had an idea in my mind... But it was just an idea, but the goddess of fate seemed to favor me. When they first acted,
One of the members failed and was captured by the Knight Agency."
"Did you really miss it?" Farrell's eyes suddenly became sharp... yes, sharp.
Miss Witch suddenly shuddered and said quickly: "Really! I originally planned to take action myself, but I don't know why Red was seriously injured and then fell into the hands of the clown Dalgoni.
……I did not lie!"
"go on."
The witch could only say slowly: "The people from Doomsday Myth asked me to protect the minds of the members of these operations to prevent them from revealing their plans due to torture after being arrested. Red has my mind protection, at least for a short time.
If you can't speak, the knight agency can't do anything at this time."
"So you appeared in front of them and asked to see me in exchange?" Farrell quickly figured out the cause and effect and shook his head slightly.
"What they are doing is no different from committing suicide!" Miss Witch defended: "How can a small organization alone be able to fight against the entire knight organization and the British government! Since they intend to die and have the belief that they will die...
Why can’t I take advantage of it a little bit?”
"You are very much like your mother." Farrell suddenly said softly.
The witch lady was distracted for a moment...like an illusion, she seemed to see a flicker of complicated colors in this man's eyes.
But he quickly asked in a deep voice: "No more? I don't like any lies."
"It's really gone, no more..." Miss Witch said quickly, "It's just...but."
"But what?"
Miss Witch frowned and said: "I am just guessing. It seems that the leader of Doomsday Myth has had contact with someone from the government... before this plan started. I suspect that Oberon's action this time is not as simple as unilateral.
There must be something fishy in it. I really don’t believe that this guy Oberon would do something that seems stupid. However, my power cannot invade his heart, so I don’t know what he really thinks, and he has never
Really trust me. Even this operation is only the real team within the Doomsday Myth. At least one-third of their members are still playing a cat-and-mouse game with the Magician Association in Europe... But,
Anyway, I managed to rescue you from prison."
"Is it stupid..." Farrell looked at the spreading fire outside the window, thoughtfully.
Suddenly, he turned around and walked out directly.
Miss Witch quickly asked: "Where are you going?"
"Besides helping you find things... do something a little bit." Farrell walked down the stairs of the hotel without thinking.
The witch lady had no choice but to get up quickly and follow in a hurry.
…
…
Inside the Social Work Center.
The crazy orc was tied with a special restraint made by Knight Agency, which was one of the props found in Nick's car.
But at this time, the mad orc was obviously not completely calmed down... It still had its scarlet eyes open, and saliva continued to flow from its mouth. It did not really lift the madness and return to its original appearance, but was in a
A state on the verge of a volcano about to erupt, as if just the slightest stimulation will cause him to go crazy again.
But no matter what, Miss Orc's method of appeasing it is obviously effective, but the effect is not very ideal.
Lale was a little scared and confused. At this time, he clasped his hands tightly and stood in front of it, showing a sad expression.
Klein and Neil walked over, opened the translation software, and Klein said slowly: "Miss Lale, it's obvious that his current situation is not good... Excuse me, do you know what happened?"
Lale seemed a little scared. She looked at the night sky outside, "Calling... We heard the primitive call. It inspired the most primitive animal nature in our hearts. They couldn't resist this primitive impulse, so they lost themselves.
, will fall into a state of madness."
"So, you hurt yourself to wake yourself up?" Klein quickly realized the meaning behind the other party's earlier actions.
Lale nodded silently, "I am a mixed-blood, so my animal nature is relatively weaker than that of a pure-blood."
Klein took a deep breath and said, "Ms. Lale, the situation is quite dangerous now. I'll make it short. There is a thug who used unknown means to turn almost all the orcs in the foggy city into madness... You too
You see, the whole city is now like a sea of fire... We need you, Miss Lale, or in other words, we need your method to calm them down!"
This was the result of a brief discussion between Klein and Nick after seeing Lale's strangeness. They did not immediately inform the Knight Agency because they were not sure whether it was feasible.
Besides, the Knight Agency in the Fog City area is probably almost empty now... All personnel have been mobilized, even the logistics personnel have begun to carry out the task of suppressing the riot.
"You mean... the contract of the moon?" Lale frowned.
"Is the song you sing called [Moon Contract]?"
Lale nodded, "That's a sacrificial song we sing when we offer sacrifices to our ancestors. It can make us calm down... I don't know if it's really useful. I just planned to give it a try. You saw it...
…The effect is not too obvious.”
It was still on the edge of chaos, like a tethered beast, struggling from time to time, and then roaring a few times.
"Even if it just delays their actions slightly!" Klein said quickly: "This will be of great help to us... lale, can you please do us this favor?"
But Lale frowned, "Why should I help you? Help you suppress my people, and then wait for your butcher knife to fall?"
"We just want to resolve this crisis." Klein said with a sincere face: "We don't intend to harm anyone...whether it's humans or you! Do you know that these people of yours are all here?
Residents with legal status and formal jobs. They could have lived a stable life, but now they are in endless pain. I believe that they live here with their own families, companions, friends, and neighbors. I firmly believe that they have their own families, companions, friends, and neighbors.
, if they were sober, they would not be willing to see themselves destroying this city like this... You can feel the pain in their hearts."
The girl fell into hesitation and looked back at the painful and violent orc with a hint of intolerance.
"Please believe us, believe me, Miss Lale!" Klein bowed at a 90-degree angle, then quickly raised his head again, stretched out his hand to press down the waist of Nick next to him at a 90-degree angle, "
I started in the name of a knight. I just want to help them and quell this riot! After that, I will definitely plead with my boss, Mr. Gareth, one of the great twelve knights, to let him
He interceded for these orcs! They are just victims, not sinners who deserve unfair treatment!"
"You're not lying." Lale breathed out softly, and finally nodded slowly, "Okay... I'll give it a try. But... what should I do, teach you the [Moon Contract]?"
Klein was immediately overjoyed, and Nick, who was finally able to straighten up, grabbed Klein's cell phone and began to speak: "I'm afraid it won't work. I think we may not have the ability to exert the power of this lullaby.
, so I still need you to come!”
"This is our sacrificial song, not a lullaby!" The orc lady was so fierce.
"No matter what! Nick said quickly: "I already have a preliminary plan! However, I need you all to take action and do me a favor!"
As he spoke, Nick looked out the window at a truck that had hit the wall of the Social Work Center due to chaos, and whistled: "First, we need to modify this big guy."
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Song Dynasty Hotel.
The door to the presidential suite was opened in a hurry, and Mr. Peter Chen was seen holding a metal baseball bat in his hand and wearing an ancient European chainmail armor.
Looks in a hurry!
"Master Qiu! Oh, God, that's great, you are fine!"
At this time, Mr. Chen looked like he was loyally protecting the driver, holding down the motorcycle helmet on his head with one hand, "It's very dangerous outside! Don't be afraid, Master Qiu, I will protect you! I will call all the security guards to come up to this floor."
Now, I guarantee that not even a blue wing can fly in..."
A fly flew past his eyes.
"……Come."
Snapped!
"Where did Mr. Chen get this suit of armor?" Seeing Chen Peter's nondescript appearance, Boss Luo couldn't help but asked curiously.
"This? This is an antique from the exhibition room, so I put it on!" Peter Chen puffed up his chest and said, "What! There are a few more. Do you want me to get one for you... I think I still want it.
of!"
"Thank you." Luo Qiu smiled slightly, "But I think it's not necessary... Also, Mr. Chen, are you sleepy?"
"Sleepy?" Chen Peter suddenly said: "How can I be sleepy at this time! I will definitely cheer up! No matter what thugs or terrorist organizations they are, if they dare to come, I will let them come in vertically and go out horizontally!
!”
"No, you're sleepy." Luo Qiu said softly, "You are sleepy too."
Quietly, Peter Chen fell directly to the ground, making the sound of a deep sleep seem to spread, and at the same time, there were silent sounds of falling to the ground outside the door.
In an instant, all the guests, employees, and even the rats running away in the parking lot of the Song Dynasty Hotel lost consciousness.
Luo Qiu waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared, covering the ground in front of him.
I only heard him casually say: "Then...where should I start?"
