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Chapter 117 One sword, one thought

The sharp blade penetrated Mobius's back and protruded from his chest.

The 'imperial envoy' was stunned.

With a stiff neck, he lowered his head and looked at the bloody blade on his chest.

The pain of the knife cutting into the heart quickly took off the psychedelic feeling caused by excitement.

"How dare you hurt your master!"

Mobius, whose heart was pierced, did not feel any weakness in his breath. On the contrary, he roared with a more powerful voice than before.

And, while roaring, he turned around.

That’s right!

Just turned around!

He turned around in a way that violated human physiological structure!

Mobius ignored the cutting of the blade, and the next moment, his face and butt were facing the same direction.

"How disgusting!"

"Does this mean eating first and then squirting?"

Griffin grinned, with a look of disgust on his face.

The same goes for Edward, but Edward is looking for weapons.

He is ready to help.

But before Edward could take action, Jason, who was very close to Mobius, had already launched an attack.

Bang!

The sole of his foot kicked Mobius on the lower back, and he flew back.

Griffin grabbed Edward and retreated directly.

Because the sharp-eyed Griffin had already seen that when Mobius completed his 'turn around', Jason directly stuffed a grenade with a ring into the opponent's open wound.

boom!

When the three people left the tent, an explosion occurred.

The fire flickered.

The broken flesh of Mobius's body spattered.

However, these minced meats have not lost their activity.

On the contrary, they are still gathering.

Toward the direction of the head!

On the round table, Mobius's bloody head was floating on the crystal ball. An invisible force field overflowed from the crystal ball, protecting the entire round table and Mobius' head.

Mobius, with only one head left, showed a ferocious smile. He looked at Jason wearing a mask, and shouted loudly with an inexplicable sense of pride:

"Do you think I'm still a mortal?"

"I have received the 'gift', which is no longer something you can understand."

"I am……"

"'Best food'."

Jason interrupted Mobius coldly.

Smelling the familiar smell of sex coming from the other party's body, Jason's eyes became colder and colder.

How dare you waste food!

Damn it!

Without hesitation, Jason rushed forward again.

"I am the king of the world!"

Mobius roared.

Then, immediately, the imperial envoy, who only had his head left, showed disdain for Jason who was so close.

"Do you think you can break this defense?"

"It was constructed by the secret technique granted by 'that one'. No mortal should even think of breaking it!"

"Unless you come in a chariot!"

"And you didn't!"

Speaking of this, Mobius once again let out an unusual laugh.

It's obvious that when he gained certain powers, those powers also eroded Mobius's brain.

Not only does it make the other party crazy and twisted, but it also has a desire for expression that ordinary people don't have.

Jason looked at the other person and raised the broad-bladed short-handled machete in his hand high.

Chariot?

Of course he didn't.

But he has tank-level abilities!

Moreover, it was specially prepared for the scene in front of me!

"Come on!"

"Come and chop me!"

"Come and chop me!"

Mobius looked at Jason who raised the sharp blade in his hand, and couldn't help but make a louder voice. He wanted to stimulate Jason, he wanted Jason to cut it down, and then, when Jason returned in vain, he would do it again.

Taunting Jason fiercely.

Woo!

The blade cuts through the air.

Mobius couldn't wait to speak.

"Hahaha, I just said, you cut..."

yi!

A murmur of pictures and words.

Snap!

The force field that was rock solid just a moment ago was shattered.

The broad-bladed short-handled machete in Jason's hand struck down directly.

puff!

Like a watermelon, Moebius's head is split in two.

"How, how is it possible?"

Mobius, who was split into two, is not dead yet, but his breath is getting weaker and weaker.

The two heads, which were close at hand, did not recover immediately.

There's just a sense of stickiness.

The sound became even more blurry.

"I won't fail!"

"When I complete the 'sacrifice', I will still be the master of this world!"

Mobius muttered to himself.

Then, his eyes were fixed on the crystal ball.

In the crystal ball, the complicated secret ritual has reached its final moment.

Hosted by Old Taidi, he dripped blood on the ground.

Then……

The 30 members of the Chenxi Pruss family, including Old Teddy, began to wither.

It was as if his life and soul had been drained.

Horror and fear froze on the old Teddy's face, and then, in the morning light, the 30 members of the Prussian family turned into mummies one by one.

"Hahaha!"

"Success!"

"I succeeded!"

"'Mask Man' wait for death!"

Mobius laughed loudly watching this scene.

But the laughter became weaker and weaker.

Finally, it came to an abrupt end.

Mobius did not die.

He still has breath.

But he clearly completed the sacrifice, but the power that should have appeared did not appear. Should he get what he deserved?

Why not?

‘Who’ deceived him?

This idea appeared in his mind, but was thrown out of his mind in an instant.

Impossible!

How could such a majestic being deceive him?

Special power, along with vitality, began to flow through his body.

Without the erosion of this power, Mobius finally calmed down.

He thought of a key figure!

His most loyal subordinate!

The one who knows most of his plans!

The leader of the ‘Ghost Team’: Micah!

"Micah!"

"Micah is that you?!"

Mobius mustered up his last strength and shouted loudly.

The sound came far away in the camp, which should have been heavily guarded and responded promptly, but was actually quiet.

Then, a figure walked out from the shadows in the distance.

Before this figure appeared, Edward and Griffin did not notice each other at all.

Only Jason was aware of it just before the other party appeared.

The other party was wearing military green trousers, a red shirt, a mid-length leather windbreaker, and a white wide-brimmed hat. His hair was as yellow as withered grass. He had not taken care of it at all, so that his hair was really

It looked like weeds, with a thick beard that looked like a figure eight, and it was also stained with some stains.

The moment he saw the other person, Edward's whole body tensed up, but his breathing became rapid involuntarily.

Micah!

His former instructor Micah!

The same face as in memory!

but!

But it’s getting stronger!

He used to be able to look directly at each other!

But now, he felt that his eyes were stinging just by looking at him!

Tremble!

A slight tremor appeared on Edward's body.

Although Griffin was not sure whether the other party was Micah, an unprecedented sense of danger made the resident of 'Fishbone Street' shake his shoulders and break away from the rope in an instant, and a folding knife appeared on the grid.

In Riffen's hands, he stared at the steps that were taking place step by step, but his steps were retreating step by step.

Micah saw the two of them, but ignored them at all.

He strode forward.

When passing by Jason, he took off his hat with his right hand.

"Long time no see, Jason."

The other party said this.

Then, without waiting for Jason to answer, the other party looked at Mobius on the round table.

At this time, Mobius was already furious.

"It's me, sir."

Micah answered like this.

After hearing this answer, Mobius died directly.

However, this ‘imperial envoy’ had his eyes wide open until he died.

Obviously he will die with his eyes open!

He had no idea that after so many years of hard work, he would actually make Micah's wedding dress.

Micah took a step forward, raised his hand and closed Mobius's eyes.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Your plan is great!"

"It's so great that I can't help but take it for myself!"

Micah said with an apologetic look.

Then, he whispered to himself in a lower voice.

"King of the World, what a tempting name."

"Who doesn't want to be the king of the world?"

"That's it, sir."

"Me too."

The corners of Micah's mouth kept rising as he spoke the words, but his eyes were still full of grief, and even tears flowed out. Suddenly, he formed a strange look of crying with eyes and laughing.

Micah turned his head and stared at Jason with this expression.

"Jason, come and be my right-hand man."

"I once invited you to join the 'Ghost Team', but you refused."

"You said you like to work alone."

"Now I invite you again!"

"As the 'King of the World', I invite..."

Bang!

The muzzle of the shotgun flashed, and as the projectiles flew, Micah's body was directly knocked away.

After landing, Micah turned over and stood up.

He patted the dirt on his body, and then picked up the fallen hat.

"Jason, is that your answer?"

"It's such a pity!"

"I originally thought you would be a smart person who can recognize reality."

"pity……"

"You are still a lone wolf!"

"A lone wolf abandoned by the pack!"

The other party stared at Jason with an expression that seemed to be crying and laughing, and said in a very regretful tone.

And the moment the words fell, the other party's voice turned into a black liquid.

These liquids seeped into the ground almost instantly.

Then, about three or four seconds later——

Boom!

The roar of the engine started.

It's not a car, it's dozens of times louder than a car.

A huge chariot, three meters high, drove over from the distance of the military camp.

"For a lone wolf abandoned by the pack, death is the best option!"

"Now, let me show you the real power!"

"Then……"

"Let me crush you!"

Micah's voice sounded inside the chariot.

Different from the previous voice, this time Micah's voice was deeper and more powerful, as if it was integrated with the engine of the chariot.

Edward Griffin trembled.

They looked at the chariot approaching from a distance.

The closer you get, the more pressure you get!

It is impossible for humans to defeat a chariot!

This concept has already been imprinted in their hearts.

Looking at Jason standing on the path of the chariot, the two of them shouted in unison:

"Flash, Jason!"

"Get away, Jason!"

But Jason turned a deaf ear.

He bent down and placed the broad-bladed short-handled machete and shotgun on the ground. The moment he straightened up, he launched a charge towards the chariot.

Under the dark night, Jason moved forward bravely.

In the night sky, the deep darkness suddenly lit up at this moment.

At dawn——

Morning has arrived!

The sword comes out!

Ten meters!

cut!


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