Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 827

Chapter 827: The Enthusiastic Crowds of Ranchi and Toliado

In the port area of ​​Brilda in winter, the biting cold wind is mixed with light snow.

Snow covers the scattered containers, and thick clouds cast a shadow on this gray area hidden in the corner of the city.

"Oh shit!"

 In this steel maze of containers and narrow lanes, a tall figure is running away.

At this moment, Maguire is trying his best to avoid the agents of the Imperial Special Operations Service who are chasing after him.

 Maguire has a strong body and is as agile as a leopard. He is wearing a light gray cold-proof coat that he stole after escaping from prison last night. This outfit makes him blend in with the environment on this cold winter day and is difficult to detect.

 He shuttles between the containers, sometimes climbing to high places, sometimes sneaking into the shadows.

Maguire still doesn't know why he has a rubbing document of Professor Landry's research results in his home. He was just caught off guard and was stolen by Nicholas the Kestrel and the elite people of the Countermeasures Division.

Now he is increasingly suspicious that it was Dax who framed him!

As for Nicholas the Kestrel, the eagle dog, he refused to listen no matter how he explained to him. He did not believe that Dax was the mole at all, and only wanted to capture him, Maguire.

Maguire cursed secretly in his mind.

He turned the corner of the deep alley and caught a glimpse of several dark figures approaching him quickly from the corner of his eye. Their heavy breathing and the crunch of boots on the snow could be heard in the cold wind.

 Hunting him are the elite Countermeasures Division of the Imperial Special Operations Division.

Maguire knew how difficult this group of well-trained Imperial Special Operations elites could be.

They wear dark blue special combat uniforms and are equipped with the most advanced magical equipment from the Empire's Weapons Department.

 The leader is a tall squad leader with short, compact hair.

"Search carefully! Director Dykes has given an order. Maguire must be arrested and brought to justice today, and he cannot be allowed to affect the Lunar Festival."

The squad leader used the communication magic card to give instructions while pursuing the pursuit.

His voice was hoarse but still majestic, echoing in this desolate port.

The agents followed the squad leader's order and began to search the factory area in an orderly manner.

They are familiar with Maguire's characteristics, and Kestrel Commander Nicholas has already understood Maguire's hiding route. As long as Maguire dares to take action, they will immediately surround and kill Maguire.

Although every time Maguire, a cunning fox, is forced into a desperate situation, Maguire can always slip through their fingers by relying on his superb anti-reconnaissance capabilities and clever use of the environment. The road has become narrower and narrower, heading towards a dead end.

 Maguire's figure pressed against the crumbling steel frame, and then disappeared into the narrow gap between the containers.

His eyes were constantly scanning the surroundings, looking for all possible cover and breakthroughs.

 Loose snow splashed under his feet, but he always maintained his balance, walking like the wind through this dangerous steel jungle.

The wind was howling throughout the pier, and the rust-colored containers became more and more gloomy under the dark sky. From time to time, crows neighed shrilly.

 A few minutes later.

Maguire finally escaped from the pursuing team of agents and hid in the corner of a narrow, dark alley.

His back is against the mottled brick wall, and his strong body is like a wolf hiding from hunters.

 “Where are the reinforcements...Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet…”

Maguire gritted his teeth and suppressed the anxiety in his heart.

It's not surprising that the vampires can't support him during the day, but when he gets the news, there will be collaborators from the vampires to help him.

 He quickly glanced around, looking for the next escape route.

 With the help of the faint morning light, he analyzed his surroundings.

The towering abandoned buildings are like silent giants, with intricate pipes connected to form a sky-wide spider web that snakes between the buildings.

Maguire's eyes finally fell on a path leading to the distant harbor. The path was lined with dilapidated and rusted containers and entangled with dead vines. It was almost the only path that still had hope. .

 However, his intuition told him that it would be dangerous to go that way.

 There may have been a siege set up by Imperial agents.

 But if you don't leave, you will be surrounded here soon.

 As time goes by, the encirclement net will only become tighter.

Judging from the scale of the pursuit and the momentum of the agents, they were determined to capture him today, no matter the cost.

Maguire forced himself to calm down.

 As the captain of the action team, in times of crisis, rational thinking is often more important than blind action.

As long as he escapes and heads to Blood Moon City, sooner or later he will have a chance to overthrow Duke Dax and Nicholas the Kestrel and make a comeback!

After making up his mind, Maguire quietly stood up and turned into light gray lightning and quickly disappeared into the unknown path.

As soon as he started to move, as expected, in the distance behind him, the footsteps of agents gradually approached and followed him like a shadow.

Just as Maguire was planning a new escape route in his mind, a sharp sound broke through the air suddenly.

The new military-standard ammunition made of forbidden magic steel flew past his ears and shot into the container behind him, splashing a cloud of rust and echoing with an explosion.

 “Damn it, Nikolai, bring out all this new equipment.”

Maguire cursed in a low voice and instinctively ducked to the side, narrowly avoiding the second shot.

 It seems that the agents have discovered his whereabouts and are ambushing him on top of the container.

With amazing reaction speed and agility, Maguire dodged left and right in the sniper attack.

Maguire knew that he had to hide in the blind spot with the sniper and find cover.

 He rushed towards a group of dilapidated containers, smashed open the heavy doors, and shuttled between them.

With a harsh sound of metal friction, Maguire got into the container and barely escaped another round of sniper support from imperial agents.

Maguire let out a long breath and leaned against the cold wall of the box, feeling his heart beating violently in his chest.

Deep in the dark alley, several figures wearing the battle uniforms of the Empire's Special Operations Division quickly followed.

The short-haired squad leader headed by him glanced around coldly and gave instructions to the communicator.

“Section Chief Nikolai, requesting support, all attention of the second team, the target has been moved to the fourth area, repeat, the target has been moved to the fourth area. The sniper team is in position immediately, be sure to catch him at all costs.”

The sound of machinery and footsteps intertwined together, making it particularly harsh on this silent winter festival morning.

No one in Brilda knew about the fierce fighting going on in the gray area of ​​the port area.

 Maguire's superhuman physical abilities made him so fast that it was difficult to catch him with the eyes, and his escape was unexpected.

He did not continue to break through to the periphery of the port area, but instead ran towards the bustling center of the city without hesitation.

“Are you crazy? That guy actually ran into the downtown area!”

 The leading squad leader was stunned for a moment when he saw Maguire's route of action, and then realized his intention.

If they cause riots in the downtown area, not only will their mission be a failure, but they themselves may also be severely punished.

 “He must be stopped before he enters the downtown area!”

 The agents scrambled to speed accordingly.

Maguire already knows this area well. He nimbly shuttles through intricate alleys and high-rise buildings, jumps up old fire escapes, and crosses narrow culverts.

　　Boom!

Several dull explosions resounded, and the billowing smoke instantly engulfed the alley. The air waves caused by the explosion shook the bricks on the wall and fell, and the snow on the ground was also blown away, drawing white streaks in the air. arc.

 The sudden increase in firepower caught Maguire off guard and was hit hard. He rolled several times on the ground before the force was relieved.

 He raised his head alertly.

 Maguire crouched in the shadow of the container, his chest heaving violently, and white mist overflowing from between his clenched teeth.

 He looked around, and more than a dozen agents from the Countermeasures Division had surrounded him.

 These teams finally reunited.

“Maguire, it's time to go back with me, or do you want to suffer a little hardship here?”

The leader, Nicholas the Kestrel, stepped out of the crowd from behind the team. The brim of his hat was still low, and the magic firearm [Blazing Light] shone with a cold metallic light on his arm.

 He raised his hand to signal to the agents beside him that they could fire to suppress Maguire at any time.

"hehe…"

 The answer was Maguire's laughter,

“You **** low-level creatures, you have no idea what you're fighting against!”

 Power roared inside him, and his excited nerves were ignited by the hope of survival.

 The next second, fire broke out among the containers!

Maguire suddenly took action and rushed towards Nicholas like a bird of prey, trying to kill him quickly.

Nicholas did not mean to forcefully attack. He took a step back, and the magic barrier of the army opened.

Other elite agents joined the battle circle, and the empire's standard magic device spread out around the container, forming a large light blue crystal net, completely blocking Maguire's offensive.

An invisible pressure field enveloped him, and Maguire suddenly felt that his limbs were wrapped in invisible shackles, and his movements became sluggish.

 “Did you even bring out the [gravity field]?!”

Maguire roared at Nicholas.

 “You have no chance of winning.”

 Nicholas Kestrel said, and the agents surrounded by magic mechanical dolls behind him also controlled these dolls to quietly spread out the [Optical Maze]. Colorful magic projections filled Maguire's vision, making it difficult for him to distinguish reality from reality.

The figures of the special agents appeared and disappeared in the light and shadow, making Maguire completely elusive.

 A feeling of anxiety filled Maguire's heart.

Before he could think of a countermeasure, the combatant holding the mechanical heavy cannon on the top of the high-altitude container had already clasped his hands, and the light wing expanded rapidly in the dent of the heavy cannon.

The glow from the muzzle was like a divine soldier descending from heaven, carrying a huge force and hitting Maguire on the head!

The crash resounded throughout the port, the ground shook, and thunder rumbled among the containers.

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and sand and gravel were flying.

A large crater several meters in diameter suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield.

 The bottom of the pit was muddy, and the steaming scorched earth almost completely submerged Maguire's figure.

Kestrel Nicholas did not relax his vigilance at all, his eyes were like those of a hawk staring at its prey.

Maguire slowly stood up in the pit.

His jacket was in tatters, but he was hardly seriously injured, and his eyes were getting brighter and ready to spit out fire.

Nicholas knew that the seventh-level Maguire would not be fatally injured so quickly, and it would take a long battle to drain his life to the point where he could be captured.

The factory area of ​​the Brilda Mafia was filled with flames that occasionally burst into the sky, illuminating the gloomy sky.

According to the treaty with the military, if a prisoner enters the Brilda Mafia's area, the Brilda Mafia will not interfere with the military's mission.

Although the several gray zones outside the boundaries of the capital city-state are issues left over from history, after the pacification and reconciliation after the "Day of Bloodbath" many years ago, these are now neutral zones chartered by the Creain Empire.

 “Nicholas, I must kill you!”

Maguire fought unyieldingly under the heavy siege of the magic agents.

 As time went by, he became more and more frustrated.

 Nicola Kestrel and his agents cooperated tacitly, and the layered defenses made Maguire's movements increasingly restricted, making it difficult to parry and counterattack.

 Maguire gritted his teeth and tried hard to find a breakthrough, but no matter where he looked, there were only the black muzzles of the combatants and the barrier spread out by the magic equipment.

A ball of silver light flashed, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared into the team of agents besieging Maguire.

Before anyone could react, this strange liquid metal was like a wild beast unleashed, wreaking havoc among the people in the Countermeasures Section.

Hearing screams came one after another, and blood was splattered all over the iron walls of the container.

 The agent who was attacked was like a cake that had been bitten into. The body and lower limbs suddenly disappeared, leaving only the incomplete torso, which was lifeless.

The remaining agents who responded were only slightly injured at most.

 “Defense, concealment!”

Kestrel Nicholas shouted loudly, looking horrified.

The agents quickly withdrew, keeping distance from the terrifying silver liquid, and all assumed a defensive posture.

  Magical instruments shone ominously in the hands of the agents, illuminating this **** arena.

 Maguire was also shocked, and soon turned into laughter.

There were footsteps from the other end of the container.

Looking over, I saw a figure wearing a silver cassock walking slowly, followed by several high priests in similar attire.

He stood there, raising a finger with one hand, controlling the silver alchemy beast, wearing a pure white robe, like a sacred and evil statue. That pure white was not a symbol of purity, but an almost pathological state. As pale as the color of death.

Black pearls hung around his neck. The beads were like life. They swayed gently on his chest, making a tiny crashing sound. The silver staff he held in his hand had a body like a snake's spine, coiling upwards, with a A crow with wings spread.

The robe of the figure headed by him was trailing behind him, drawing a long trace on the snow.

“Nicholas, do you feel it? This chill is the prediction of your death today.”

He spoke, his voice low and sweet, like the sound of midnight bells, with a hint of bewitchment.

“I heard that you have been looking for me, so I came to see you today.”

With the appearance of this group of people, the air became thick and heavy, and the breath took on the smell of acid rain.

The combatants of the Imperial Special Operations Division instinctively felt the danger. The squad leader's combat goggles already showed the identification information of the silver liquid life just now—

  【Decay Splinter Beast】

  【Category: Summoning Card】

 【Level: Orange Epic】

 【Attribute: Alchemy/Corrosion】

  【Class: 7】

 Effect: Immune to 90% physical attacks. Contact attacks and contact attacks will cause the effect of swallowing living bodies, and split into new small individuals, lasting for 1 hour. 】

  【Note: Become one with me and bring you back to life. 】

 “Montillo, the Son of Corruption…”

The squad leader's pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression became terrifyingly gloomy.

As a subordinate of the Countermeasures Section who followed Nicholas to track down the recent murder case, he was very familiar with this guy.

The cult of the Resurrection Church, a well-known outlaw who has been on the wanted list for a long time, suddenly found them on the day of the Moon God Festival.

 “Sure enough, you are all in cahoots together.”

Kester Nicholas looked at this scene, his cold eyes mixed with anger.

 He has been hunting the Rotten Branch for a long time, and their goal is obviously not just revenge on the Imperial Special Operations Division.

What the real rotten branch wants to do today is to rescue Maguire and kill them with blood at the same time.

“Kestrel, are you happy to see me?”

Montillo, the Son of Decay, curled his lips into an almost unnatural arc.

With a slight wave of his pale fingers, the silver liquid on the ground immediately gathered and squirmed, spitting out a split body half the size of his body, which was the face of the combatant who had just been swallowed.

 “Do not resist, obey. Throw yourself into the arms of death and find eternal peace.”

Montillo opened his arms and showed a half-smiling expression.

 The high priests behind him were also ready to destroy the Countermeasures Section.

Kestrel Nicholas did not panic, and looked around slowly. The trauma and exhaustion left by the battle were clearly visible.

 “It's not up to you to make a break between you and me.”

Nicholas said coldly, the elite magic agents formed a formation to face the enemy and aimed their weapons at the crazy believers of the Church of Resurrection.

 Maguire's fate is irrelevant at this moment.

Protecting the dignity of the empire and crushing the abyss of conspiracy are the top priorities.

 “Maguire, get up.”

Montillo, the Son of Decay, gave an order, and the silver alchemy beast bolted towards the imperial agents.

 “It's finally here.”

 Maguire wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and looked at Nicholas the Kestrel with a smile.

How arrogant these guys were just now, how desperate they will be later.

Foolish loyalty will only make them die in confusion!

 The sound of heavy firearms was loud and smoke was everywhere.

 The entire dock was in chaos.

 With the addition of Montillo, the situation of the war changed drastically.

The spiritual leader of the cult seemed to have brought karmic fire, igniting the fanaticism of the followers of the Resurrection Church.

They roared, raised their weapons high, and rushed towards the imperial agents like a group of bloodthirsty beasts.

“The top priority is to maintain the gravity field, don't covet the life of the corrupt high priest, and focus on the two seventh-level ones first!”

Kestrel Nicholas gritted his teeth and directed his men to face the enemy. Faced with the large number of people and the violent offensive of the corrupt high priests, the imperial agents soon fell into a bitter battle.

This is not the most fatal. The most dangerous thing is undoubtedly that the Son of Decay, Montillo, and his Silver Alchemy Beast are too powerful against enemies that are weaker than him. Once the attrition is caused, they will be able to escape from this gap. It began to collapse, quickly causing his alchemy beast to split into more individuals, completely defeating the formation.

Kestrel Nicholas looked at the acidic mist rising from the port ground.

The corrosive magic of the Son of Decay is also very large-scale, and even the magic barrier is difficult to completely block it.

Montillo waved the staff in his hand, and light green mist sprang out like a poisonous snake. Wherever it passed, even the air was corroded and twisted.

The agents' defense line gradually began to cough up blood in pain in this rotten mist.

“You just beat me, the leader of the action team, very happily, didn't you?”

 The change in the situation gave Maguire an opportunity.

While the agents were being attacked from both sides, Maguire suddenly launched an attack.

His steely fist hit the agent closest to him, and with the sound of bones breaking, the figure flew out heavily and hit the container.

Nicholas Kestrel knew something was wrong but had no time to care about anything else. He could only direct the combatants to replenish the front line.

 “Nicholas, did you ever think you would be where you are today?”

Maguire smiled sinisterly, with the joy of revenge shining in his eyes.

 “The villain succeeds…”

Nicholas the Kestrel didn't want to pay attention to him.

What we have to do now is to find a way to break out.

 As for who can help them now, the only one is Barton, the leader of the Brilda Mafia.

Being stronger than the former Lord Commander of the Guards, Barton Hall, might be able to change the situation, but Barton had already broken with the military and would no longer interfere in their disputes.

 “You wouldn't expect a neutral mafia to step in and help you, would you?”

Montillo, the Son of Decay, smiled and his magic power turned into a big net, and the corrosive wave crashed down on Nikolay's head.

 Dilemma.

Kestrel Nikolay knew that fighting hard would lead to death.

 He gritted his teeth and made a decision.

 “All retreat! Regroup!”

Kestrel Nicholas signaled the surviving agents to evacuate the battlefield as soon as possible, break out to the city, and restore communication signals.

As long as you enter the urban area, you can call for help. Even if you cannot rescue them, it is possible to block this group of cultists in the gray area and finally eliminate these lawbreakers.

 “Don't leave in such a hurry.”

Montillo chuckled, and more Miasma spurted out from his staff, chasing after the scattered agents.

Many agents were still caught in the attack. The poisonous mist corroded their bodies, and they soon began to slow down. They were overtaken by the rotten priests, and a new fight began.

 “Nicholas, it's hard for gods to save you.”

 Maguire approached, his face full of sarcasm, appreciating the good show.

 He had been surrounded and suppressed for so long, and now he could finally come to Nicholas without any hindrance.

Kestrel Nicholas gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He also has a few hidden magic weapons on him. Even if he cannot pose a real threat to Maguire, he will fight until the last moment.

 The only way to do this is to admit defeat, which is absolutely impossible.

 Maguire raised his fist.

About to give Nicholas a fatal blow.

 Suddenly I felt the wind blowing behind me!

The next second, Maguire felt like the world was spinning, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting the container heavily.

 The container burst apart and collapsed like dominoes, creating large craters one after another on the ground.

 “Who?”

Montillo also stopped and looked at the uninvited guest warily.

The smoke and dust cleared, and a man in black stood quietly in the mafia alley.

 “I know, I've caught up.”

The man hung up the special communication device in the Mafia's shielded area, and didn't know who he was communicating with.

He stared at the Son of Decay and Maguire, with his back to the morning light, his face hidden in the shadows, only a pair of ice-blue eyes shining brightly in the snowy sky.

 “Barton…?”

Nicholas' eyes widened and he looked at the figure in disbelief.

This dangerous man of Brilda—

 Leader of the Brilda Mafia.

In Brilda, he is the underground emperor of Brilda who makes smugglers fearful and the police avoid them.

 Why did you break the rules and come to help him, a secret agent?

 “I'll explain it later.”

Patton did not look back at Nicholas. He did not need to let the enemy on the opposite side hear their conversation.

He just walked over slowly, and the sound of metal friction reached everyone's ears.

That was the soft sound of various knives on his waist, and the cold light loomed in the wind and snow.

 Slowly, the shadow on Barton finally faded away, allowing people to clearly see his dark gray hair and ruthless eyes.

He wears a pure black windbreaker robe, a brown leather waistband, a black shirt and vest, with dark red patterns on the cuffs and hem. He can ignore the terrain and cross any obstacles.

In that black cloak and coat, I'm afraid they are all specially made magical vibrating knives.

Before he finished speaking, the figure of Mafia leader Barton had already magnified infinitely in the eyes of his enemies.

In the next frame of view, Barton is very close to the Holy Son of Decay, and even his movements are silent and forward.

Barton took action, so fast that it was dizzying. He didn't even draw his weapon. He relied solely on his combat experience to hold down the staff of Monteillo, the Son of Decay, and Maguire's fist.

 I saw Barton's hands intertwined, and the two knives made a cross in front of him. Instead, there was a burst of cold sword energy, which intertwined into a network in the air and slashed towards the chests of the two men.

The deafening sound of metal clashing echoed through the port, shaking the earth.

 Maguire and Montillo flew out at the same time, creating two long ravines on the ground and plowing countless cracks into the concrete floor.

But Barton stood still, surrounded by a faint shadow of the blade, and even the snowflakes were cut with clear cuts by him.

 “You shouldn't take action…”

Montillo, the Son of Decay, held his staff and used a shield to defend against the attack just now.

 Maguire is obviously not as calm as Montillo.

 There was already a hideous stab wound on his body.

Maguire didn't care to rest, and fought back with all his strength. His punches were as fast as lightning, almost leaving afterimages in the air and hitting Button.

Barton and Maguire fought again among the containers. Each fight was accompanied by the loud sound of the container being chopped off, which was particularly jarring in the quiet winter festival outside.

Not far away, Montillo, the Son of Decay, had a face as gloomy as water.

His eyes were already staring at Nicholas coldly, and the green magic power gathered in his hand to form a rotating vortex, exuding the smell of rotten blood.

The alarm bells rang in Nikolai's heart. He could see that the Son of Decay only had himself as his target.

The corrupt high priests who were originally fighting hard against the imperial agents gradually gathered around Montillo.

They surrounded the agents layer by layer regardless of casualties and cut off support for Nikolai!

 As long as the commander Nikolai is beheaded, the elite combat effectiveness of the Empire's Special Operations Department will be greatly reduced.

“Maguire, hold Barton back for me, others, cover me and kill that imperial lackey!”

Montillo, the Son of Decay, gave instructions.

This mafia leader Barton is really too powerful.

 But it doesn't matter, his real goal is to kill Commander Nikolai.

Mafia leader Barton can't forcefully keep them both by himself no matter what.

"OK!"

Maguire responded with anger.

It would be fine if Patton didn't stab Nicholas in the back.

The Brilda Mafia has absolutely no reason to help an agent leader like Nikolai!

Maguire frantically launched an interception attack at Barton, each punch carrying the force of wind and thunder, threatening to submerge Barton's body.

At the same time, the corrupt archpriests also swarmed forward and suppressed the agents to buy time for Montillo to kill Nicholas.

At the critical moment, Barton glanced at the situation on Nikolai's side expressionlessly, raised his arm to draw a semicircle in the air, and dozens of sharp blades flew out of his cloak.

 Where the blade passed, the container was cut in half.

The rusty steel plate fell apart like tofu and fell to the ground.

And Maguire was also cut by the air blade with wounds all over his body, dripping with blood!

Barton threw a string of flying blades during the battle to push back Maguire and the Son of Decay in the distance. At the same time, one of the crystal cards also flew towards Nicholas.

Nicolas the Kestrel firmly caught the mafia's crystal key.

The two briefly met their eyes, and Nicholas instantly understood what Barton meant.

As long as he has it, Nikolai can enter the Hasel Port Building, the mafia headquarters.

 In the core area with a restricted barrier, Nikolai can better avoid enemy pursuit.

Kestrel Nicholas had no time to hesitate and immediately turned around and ran towards the Hasel Port Building.

His continued stay here will not be of much help to Barton, but if he starts running, there is still hope to lure away Montillo, the Son of Decay, according to the enemy's wishes, allowing Barton to gain an advantage and protect his men.

 No matter what, he can only believe in Patton's instructions now.

 “Want to run? It's not that easy!”

Montillo, the Holy Son of Decay, sneered, the wind blew under his feet, and he chased after him like a shadow.

While parrying Maguire's attack, Patton threw three spinning blades and locked them on Montillo accurately.

Monty snorted slightly and stopped. He could only avoid the three magic blades that would track him, and finally let the silver alchemy beast protect himself, turning into metal armor to block the blades.

"Barton...just wait until your mafia is wiped out by us."

Montillo was determined to kill, but he knew that now was not the time for a head-on fight with Patton.

Seeing Nicholas the Kestrel's figure getting further and further away, Montillo chased after him without hesitation.

Nikolai shuttled through the maze of containers, trying his best to escape the death behind him.

Montillo, the Son of Decay, was in hot pursuit, and the magic power of the rotten blood turned into a ferocious beast that ran rampant among the containers. Wherever he passed, the steel was penetrated like melting and scattered all over the place.

 In a matter of ten seconds, the container area had become a purgatory, with broken walls and ruins everywhere.

Until the Son of Decay, Montillo, stood on the container, the cold wind rolled up his silver robe.

He remained motionless, his eyes of death searching for traces of prey in this steel forest.

The location where they were fighting before was indeed not far from the square area where the Mafia headquarters Hasselport building is located, so Barton was able to rush over so quickly, and Nicholas was not slow either. He was an imperial assassin who was known for his agility. who.

“Nicholas, you are like a trembling rabbit trying to hide from the hunter.”

Montillo, the Son of Decay, spoke, his voice was terrifyingly calm, but it also contained a hint of creepy joy.

 Normally, Nicholas the Kestrel is tracking down their decaying branches.

 Now the roles are reversed.

 He was happy and sullen at the same time.

"Do you think you can escape my pursuit by hiding behind these scraps of metal?"

Montillo, the Holy Son of Decay, walked forward slowly, his leather boots making a creaking sound as he stepped on the wreckage.

Wherever his corrosive gas touched, the steel turned into powder and the container collapsed.

 Although releasing such a large-scale indiscriminate attack will consume a lot of magic power, and the damage is not that fatal.

 But Nikolai and him would always be unable to endure it, and then they would crawl out of the hole like a mouse.

The silver liquid alchemy beast is also charging and destroying wantonly, searching for Nikolai the kestrel.

“Nicholas, the game is over here, this square is your end.”

Montillo, the Son of Decay, slowly raised his staff and pointed at the Hassel Port Building looming in the distance.

The building towered into the clouds, looking particularly solemn and solemn in the wind and snow, as if it was an unreachable salvation.

 Of course he knew what Nicholas was planning.

Take the crystal key of the mafia leader and go to the headquarters of Hasel Port Building, and there may be some improvement.

 But this distance is a natural chasm for Nicholas. It is impossible for the Son of Decay Montillo to let Nicholas run to the Hasel Port Building, the headquarters of the Mafia, to seek help from the Imperial Special Operations Division.

"No need to hide anymore, I will deal with you before Barton deals with Maguire."

Montillo, the Son of Decay, counted the time with his fingers without lowering his head.

Maguire, a seventh-level warrior, is not particularly strong in vitality. Even if Maguire is not expected to defeat Barton, Barton can't even think about getting around Maguire quickly.

Just waiting made him feel a little restless.

The struggle of Nicholas the Kestrel only made him laughable.

If his [Rotten Splinter Beast] can split more, he should be able to force Nikolai out faster.

It's a pity that there are no mafia patrols today.

If the mafia still has some miscellaneous soldiers, they can be eaten and transformed by the alchemical beasts, and new alchemical lifeforms can be separated to track down Nicholas.

Perhaps Patton didn't send his men out to die.

Even if you want to find a few living materials that can be made into art statues, you can't find them.

Montillo has been patient for a long time since he came to Brilda. Looking at those happy families but unable to make them more beautiful, he felt empty inside.

“Human beings are born corrupt, and only when they are made into works of art can they be eternal. Why don't you understand me and still label me a lawbreaker…”

The voice of Montillo, the Son of Decay, was filled with the eagerness to kill Nicholas.

There is no chance to hold a fancy banquet at all. Only delicious dishes like Nikolai can quench hunger and thirst.

 The sound of feet stepping on the snow was heard.

 Suddenly attracted the attention of Montello, the Son of Decay.

 He looked in the direction of the Mafia Hasselport building.

Montillo gradually frowned.

Two young men who were suspected of having gone astray were coming out of the Hasel Port building, like ordinary citizens who had strayed into the hinterland of the mafia.

 Their walking posture is a bit unrecognizable.

 One puts one hand in his pocket and leans back to wave his arm.

 A man with his hands in his pockets bowed and looked at the ground.

 Seems like he's trying to play two mafia guys.

“I really feel like visiting a grave when I go to work today. I hope no one will mess with me.”

“Serve the people, help others, love what we do, and be dedicated to what we do because we are good.”

 Did not pay any attention to the decayed Son Montillo in the distance.

 The Holy Son of Decay narrowed his eyes.

 Do you two treat this as your own living room?

very good.

 Have two dishes and give it to everyone.

 “The decision is yours.”

The Holy Son of Decay walked towards the two of them with a ferocious smile.

 (End of this chapter)

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