freeallnovels Chapter 3849 The Death of the Avenger
Chapter 3849 The Death of the Avenger
Chapter 3849 The Death of the Avenger
Outside the corridor, a figure paced anxiously back and forth... occasionally scratching his head and tiptoeing.
Finally, the door to the small meeting room slowly opened... Su Zijun walked out, gently wiping the corner of her mouth with a small handkerchief.
This made the "ghost baby" feel a little dazed; the big sister he had just seen inside was probably just a hallucination.
"...Big Sister, are you really alright?" the Ghost Baby asked tentatively.
"It's just a physiological reaction from being too hungry," Su Zijun said expressionlessly. "From now on, either you lose your memory, or you lose it completely... You choose, [Ghost Infant]."
The oppression that the wealthy woman Su felt towards the "ghost baby" was roughly equivalent to the oppression that the maid felt towards her.
The ghost baby immediately forgot what had just happened. "Don't worry, boss, I've forgotten everything. If you're still not sure, you can make me physically forget everything..."
"What's the situation outside?" Su Zijun asked calmly.
In fact, not long had passed since Su Zijun entered the small reception room... but in that short time, the human powerhouses had achieved quite a few victories.
"The news from the front lines is that the invading [enemy] forces have been surrounded, but their resistance is quite fierce." [Ghost Infant] thought for a moment and said, "There are just too many of them, and our people will get tired too."
Su Zijun nodded. After finishing her meal, she not only fully recovered her strength, but also experienced a slight increase in power because she had consumed Cain's blood.
Once this batch of bloodlines is fully digested and absorbed, it should be able to improve again—in short, Rich Lady Su is currently in an amazing state and could use the ultimate move of the God of Slaughter Sword again at any moment.
War is indeed the eternal truth of becoming stronger... but the ability to instantly transform gains into strength is also due to the convenience of the [shop].
Putting aside the maid's "threat"... her service was indeed top-notch.
"Big Sister, are you going back to the front lines?" Seeing that Su Zijun was in incredibly good shape, [Ghost Baby] couldn't help but ask expectantly, "Can you take me with you? It's so boring guarding this place!"
"Where are we going?" Su Zijun shook her head. "I've killed enough people today, so I'm not going anywhere. I'll just stay here... Those outsiders aren't stupid. What if they suddenly launch a surprise attack on our rear? Wouldn't you be guarding something for nothing?"
"This..." [Ghost Infant] opened his mouth. The situation on the front lines was excellent, and he really hadn't thought about this problem. "Okay, wherever you are, Big Sister, I'll be there... By the way, what about this foreign woman?"
[The ghost baby] pointed to the "food" he had finally managed to find and asked.
The rich woman, Su, was already full and didn't even look at this after-dinner snack. "Give it back...it's too ugly!"
"..."
—They have to be beautiful, pure, and from abroad… This is harder to find than protected animals, okay?
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"Huh... Little Junjun, how did you get out here?" Ziling's mother, who was helping to transport the wounded, was surprised to see the arrival of the great god's little niece. "Didn't I tell you to stay put?"
"Rich girl..." [Little Junjun] blinked her beautiful big eyes, sparkling, and said, "Everyone is working hard, and I want to contribute my own strength too! Sister Ling, let me help too! I can do it!"
Upon hearing this, Ziling's mother couldn't help but smile, thinking to herself that the education provided by the great master's family must be quite good, for such a young child already had such a kind heart—of course she wouldn't refuse.
"Then come and help me!"
"Okay!"
Pear, who was helping out, couldn't help but twitch her little eye slightly—she felt like she had encountered her lifelong enemy.
"Quick! Someone here is seriously injured... Help..."
Outside the embassy gate, a magician was seen carrying a blood-soaked man, panting and shouting... After he finished shouting, he collapsed to the ground.
"Quick...quick, go save them!" Ziling's mother shouted hurriedly.
Each country and faction participating in this tournament has brought a considerable number of medical personnel or individuals with exceptional medical skills, so the embassy's medical resources are currently quite plentiful.
But at this moment, a healing expert who had been temporarily conscripted was summoned to a room in the embassy.
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"Sir Lancelot, this is Yao Chenzi, the genius physician assigned to the Zhongnan Mountain Academy this time!"
"Thank you for your trouble." Lancelot nodded gently.
She had successfully evacuated the building area and brought the bald boy back—she didn't immediately join the battle because the bald boy's injuries were too severe.
Lancelot had a gut feeling that this bald boy must know some very important information, so he had no choice but to wait for the time being.
The doctor, named Yao Chenzi, was not old, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, black round-framed glasses, and carrying a white cloth bag.
After the inspection.
“This person is seriously injured,” Yao Chenzi said in his initial assessment. “His vitality is very weak… With my current abilities, I can only keep him alive. As for his future, I’m afraid he will never be able to stand up again.”
"Save them first." Lancelot said without the slightest hesitation.
Yao Chenzi nodded. "Then please wait outside for a moment. I will treat you as soon as possible."
Lancelot frowned slightly, and a senior detective beside him gestured for her to step aside and speak. "...It's like this, Sir Lancelot, Yao Chenzi's sect has a rule that no outsiders can be present when treating seriously ill patients."
"Why?" Lancelot asked, puzzled.
Gao Tan had no choice but to explain helplessly, "It probably involves some secret techniques passed down by Mr. Yao Chenzi's sect."
“I don’t understand.” Lancelot shook his head. “But I will respect your rules. Let’s wait outside.”
Gao Tan smiled gratefully: Fortunately, this Knight of the Round Table is the type that is relatively easy to communicate with.
Outside.
Lancelot suddenly remembered something, "Excuse me, is Sir Hennessy's remains currently kept here?"
"Yes!" Gao Tan hurriedly said with a solemn expression, "During the great retreat from the competition venue, we tried our best to bring back the remains of the fallen heroes, including Sir Hennessy, who is currently being temporarily placed in the lecture hall."
“I want to go see him…” Lancelot sighed softly.
"This way, please." Detective Gao nodded slightly.
Regardless of what kind of person someone was in life, if they sacrificed themselves to fight against foreign enemies, then they are a hero.
Soon, in the conference hall of the embassy, Lancelot walked past many corpses covered with white sheets and finally came before the old knight Hennessy.
After paying his respects with a chivalrous salute, Lancelot's heart stirred, and he asked, "Has anyone else come?"
“This…it should be Sir Gareth.” Gao Tan thought for a moment. “He returned earlier than you, with a child he had rescued on the road…so it must be him. May I ask…what is the relationship between Sir Gareth and Senior Hannes?”
"He was a student of Knight Hennessy."
"so……"
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On the fierce battlefield, a flash of light whirled wildly among the warriors of the divine realm. One man, with a knight's sword, moved like lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch his shadow.
This is the area that the Knights' Organization is responsible for attacking.
"That's incredible... Lord Gareth!"
"As expected of the [Knight of the Shining Light]... Is this the true power of the Knights of the Round Table?!"
The newcomers witnessed the full power of the Knights of the Round Table for the first time... With such a formidable general on their side, the morale of the knights naturally soared.
"What's going on... Lord Gareth seems a bit off. He's never been so irrational before..."
“Sir Alan, that’s because you’re still young and have only recently joined the Knights’ Organization. Lord Gareth was known for his madness when he was young… he just matured later.”
Knight Alan frowned. "I have a feeling that Lord Gareth is simply driven by a desire to slaughter... and has even lost control somewhat."
"We're slaughtering enemies who invaded our world. What's wrong with killing a few more?" a young knight retorted. "Knight Alan, don't think that just because your teacher is Lord Lancelot, you can question a serving Knight of the Round Table!"
"Roar--!!!!"
In the midst of the argument, the Knight Gareth, who appeared as a flash of light, suddenly stopped and let out a roar that shook the heavens. After the roar, his aura not only did not weaken, but instead increased several times in an instant.
An exquisitely ornate set of Knights of the Round Table armor was beginning to be inlaid on Knight Gareth's body!
"This feeling……"
In the distance, several powerful figures instantly turned their gazes toward the source of the powerful aura. When they realized that the person releasing such a formidable aura was Gareth, a Knight of the Round Table, their expressions changed slightly.
"Unexpectedly, the first person in the [Knight Organization] to truly reach LV7 is not the most talented Lancelot, but Gareth..."
“LV7… Mythical Realm, combined with the power of the Round Table Armed Forces, Gareth is terrifyingly strong now! When will we be able to…”
"Stop joking around, don't forget that Hannes died in battle! He sacrificed himself for his teacher, who was like a father to him! He broke through his limits with immense grief and anger!"
"Sigh... I can only kill a few more invaders to avenge those who sacrificed themselves!"
"Great! Let's take down that old alien mother!!"
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"Damn it, another [Limit Breaker] has emerged among the natives? And during wartime at that!"
Unlike the human warriors whose morale was soaring, the fighting spirit of the Divine Realm Legion had plummeted to rock bottom... The weakening effect of that cursed power was simply unbearable!
The Asgardian legions have never fought such a frustrating war of aggression... and the reinforcements from the main force have yet to arrive!
Could it be... that the vanguard is going to be wiped out here?
In the distance, the Divine Dragon of China has gone mad with slaughter... Following the Five Killers of the God's Son, several more legion commanders and the God's Sons have died tragically under the sword of Xuanyuan Zhutian Sword!
In a short period of time, nearly a third of the gods who descended were sent away by the True Dragon of the Divine Land.
As news of the slaying of Asgardian gods spread, the warriors of the Asgardian Legion were plunged into a vortex of fear.
The fall of the gods of Asgard has not yet ceased.
At this moment, Ah Xi Ruo was in an incredibly good state, as if she had been given a shot... while a group of Asgard's children of the gods were being slaughtered and dominated by fear!
So what if we unleash the power of [Morning Star]? The opponent's aura of [Radiant Moon] directly suppresses us. The two are simply beings from different dimensions!
Gods have always been the ones who descend from the divine realm to small worlds to carry out dimensional reduction attacks; the natives of small worlds have never carried out dimensional reduction attacks before... Who can we reason with about this?
"Quickly...quickly return to Father God's side!"
"Yes... only the Father God can deal with the [Radiant Moon] level..."
"That's right, Father God will not lose!"
Once the thought of escaping takes root, it is comparable to the devil's tempting whispers... Under the pressure of death and fear, even the gods would instinctively cherish their lives!
As Ah Xi Ruo was getting more and more into the killing, she suddenly missed with her sword... This time, her target used some unknown method to evade the attack by turning her body into nothingness, and then fled far away!
Ah Xiruo frowned and realized that all the remaining gods around her had disappeared without a trace... No, they were all running in a certain direction!
"—【Ice Wheel】, if I were to face that god-king Odin, could I fight him to a draw?"
"—In the language of this world, young master, do you have some misunderstanding about Lord Cicero's legacy...? Your Stigmata is not a defective product that can be used to make a false claim."
"What defective product?"
"Those born after the New Age of the Void are all defective products."
Ah Xiruo was stunned for a moment, then suppressed her curiosity... Now was the time to beat someone up, not to have a knowledge lesson.
[Binglun] Now that we've brought this up, I won't keep it a secret anymore, so you can find out whenever you want.
"Please be mindful of your stamina, my lady. This is not within the Shenzhou region. Your stamina is decreasing too rapidly. The [Holy Mark] mode can probably only be maintained for about twenty more minutes."
"Huh? But I feel great!"
"That's usually how it is. You get excited while you're doing it, but you're exhausted afterwards."
"Your analogy..."
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Outside, faint sounds of roars, explosions, howling winds, and thunder could be heard... Countless sounds, like a hook, forcefully pulled Director Wayne back from the brink of death.
Director Wayne barely opened his heavy eyelids and struggled to lift his head... What greeted him was a face that looked as aged as a dehydrated corpse!
This startled Chief Wayne. "Who are you?!"
The aged face uttered a chilling voice, "Wayne...don't you remember who I am?"
Director Wayne's pupils narrowed. "Situ... Thunder? It's you... How did you become like this?"
"You don't seem to be much better off than me." With an aged face, Situ Leiting sneered.
Director Wayne instinctively struggled—he found himself strapped to a chair, with a vest full of bombs over his shoulders.
The former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who had seen it all, quickly calmed down—if Situ Leiming wanted to kill him, he could have done so while he was unconscious, so planting a bomb on him was pointless!
"what do you want to do?"
"I'll make you feel pain... the same pain as me." Situ Leiming chuckled like a devil. "You've never been married and have never had a partner, have you?"
Director Wayne frowned instinctively.
Situ Leiting's eyes were full of mockery. "But what's astonishing is that you actually have descendants... a female spy who had a brief affair with you gave birth to your child, and you secretly took her to the United States and settled her there."
"...What exactly do you want to do?!"
"What did I do?" Situ Leiming said softly, "I just told your so-called sponsored orphan son that his great benefactor has been captured and tied up here... I think he should be arriving soon."
"Nonsense! He's not in Washington, D.C."
“If I know he exists, I can naturally bring him here quietly.” Situ Leiming reached out and pinched Director Wayne’s head directly: “I forgot to tell you, Phyllis is not only Ross’s man, but also mine.”
Director Wayne began to struggle frantically, shaking Bond's chair, screaming, "Kill me!! Just kill me!! Situ Leiming!!"
“A little game,” Situ Leiming sneered. “When this door is opened, the bomb on your body will explode. Don’t worry, it’s all highly concentrated explosives. Even a Level 5 would get hurt if they were careless… let alone an ordinary person.”
"Situ Leiming!!!"
"Aren't you looking forward to... having your own child take you away, and then being consumed by endless self-blame and remorse? Of course, that's assuming he survives... Hahahaha!" Situ Leiming laughed even more maniacally, "Aton for your sins, for everything you've done... Go to hell and be ashamed!"
"Kill me!!!"
Situ Leiming quickly reached out and silenced Director Wayne's ability to speak... Then, he weakly found a chair and sat down next to Wayne.
He picked up a remote control and turned on the TV in front of him... and what was playing on the TV was footage of "Soldiers of the Motherland" fighting against someone.
A blonde sweetheart kept talking.
“This ‘Soldier of the Motherland’ is your proudest masterpiece, isn’t it?” Situ Leiming’s gaze gradually became unfocused. “Soon… your masterpiece will also be destroyed… everything, everything, everything, everything… I will make you truly lose everything.”
Director Wayne could only stare wide-eyed, unable to speak, his heart filled with anxiety.
"life……"
Situ Leiming's breathing grew weaker and weaker; his body had long since reached its end... Then, with the light from the television screen, Situ Leiming seemed to see someone waiting for him.
"Have you... come to pick me up...?"
"very nice……"
"We're reunited..."
The elderly man closed his eyes and slowly lowered his head.