At the top of the administrative building of the Imperial Military Academy, in the conference center on the top floor, Douglas had just finished his call with Andre, he turned off the oval-shaped communicator, and casually threw it on the conference table in red pine behind him, where a dozen cigarette butts of different lengths were already lying there.

There was a pungent smell of tobacco wafting through the convention center, not a high-end brand, and Douglas stood sideways in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Tonight, instead of wearing the leather trench coat as usual, he draped it over his shoulders with a brown Western-style waistcoat underneath.

Douglas's gaze always stayed in the B-department teaching area in the northwest direction, and the bean-sized raindrops hammered on the glass to make a "ping-pong" sound, but his eyes revealed a little calm, a strategizing king's demeanor.

"Tell the guys in charge of surveillance to find out the identity of the second intruder as soon as possible, stay vigilant, and stay put. Douglas commanded the correspondent behind him in a low voice, "If you mess up, all your scientific research funds for this year will be cut in half!"

"Yes!" the heavily armed messenger gave a standard military salute to Douglas, who had his back to him, and turned away.

The door to the conference room was silently opened and closed, and the voice-activated lights in the hallway didn't even have time to turn on, and the communicator in the combat uniform was already in the rain.

"Vice President, the teacher of the Armed Forces Department has just reported that the perimeter of the teaching area of Department B has been completely emptied, and any road entering the controlled area from other teaching areas has been secretly guarded by students of Department B. A man at the end of the red pine conference table with his back to Douglas fiddling with a black box reported the situation, short in stature but with an old man's voice.

"How's it going over there in the Diamond Auditorium?" Douglas lit another cigarette.

"The senior students led by Director Sava are staying there, and the teachers and freshmen have not noticed anything unusual here yet. The old man scratched his shaggy dark red hair, "I don't understand, Vice Chancellor, why didn't you inform Minister Hook, his coordination skills should be better than mine, an old man who stays in the Armed Forces Department all day, right?"

There was a brief silence in the room, except for the sound of raindrops hammering glass.

"Anglo, I can't find a second person more skilled in the use of the telecommunications relay than you," said Douglas after a moment, slowly, "as for that fellow, I don't believe him." ”

Anglo sighed, skimming the corners of his mouth hidden in his long red beard, and expertly rotated the knobs on the black box, switching between different signal frequencies. He wanted to make sure that Douglas's communicator could receive different radio signals from the B-series region at all times.

Because Anglo learned from Douglas that the target of this mission could be a "big man".

The rainstorm of the dark night is coming, the advance army of the storm has already stepped on the black war horse across the sky of Xinlan City, the rumbling sound is endless, the lightning spear of Zeus of the gods poured his anger towards the mountains behind Arthur's throne, the black rain beats the young leaves of the old branches of the Imperial Military Academy, Xinlan City has not experienced such a heavy rain for a long time.

Andrei still stayed quietly in place, the heavy rain made the temperature around him drop very low, but fortunately, he was wearing a special night combat uniform made by the Ministry of Armed Forces, which could not only be waterproof, but also play a good role in heat preservation.

It was only in the afternoon that André received an urgent notice from the Anglo teacher, telling him to immediately put down whatever he was doing, and the people accompanying the armed forces were stationed here to monitor the situation here.

Andre pinched the back of his neck, holding a position for a long time to make it a little sore, and then he adjusted the communicator from silent to connected. A few minutes ago, he had just received an order from the Armed Forces Teacher, who was also monitoring the area, to prepare for battle and stand by in place, and he knew that this was the last horn to be sounded before the Armed Forces closed the net.

The thunderbolt tore through the night sky, and through the tactical glasses, André could faintly see the shadowy black figures on the spires of the surrounding buildings, hidden behind the gray tiles. It was the men of the Ministry of Armed Forces, who wore special night combat uniforms that minimized the refractive index of light.

Within this area, there are many hidden eyes staring at what is happening here, and André knows that they all have the same mission.

In the secret basement of the archive, the intruder looked around, the space here was not very large, but the size of an ordinary bedroom, but the quaint walls were each inlaid with a fluorescent stone that could fluoresce in the dark night, so even if the first floor of the archive could not be reached, there was still a little light here.

The warm yellow fluorescent reflected the intruder's face, still as handsome as ever, except that Newcastle didn't wear his favorite white shirt for tonight's action.

"The Imperial Military Academy, hehe, it's a big deal, it's actually illuminated with fluorescent stone that has no price on the black market, tsk. Newcastle chuckled, but there was disdain in her eyes, "I don't know how many children who don't have food can be saved from these useless things." ”

Newcastle only glanced at the priceless fluorescent stone, and then fell on the ancient parchment books, cowhide file bags, and large and small boxes that were lined with closets on all sides, and it seemed that he had no interest in fluorescent stone.

Caesar's original book of "Roman Wars" and the only book of "Classic of Mountains and Seas" in the East are mostly historical records about the supernatural. Newcastle's white fingers groped for the yellow, wrinkled pages, which were clearly the traces of centuries and thousands of years, and there was no doubt about the authenticity.

But the antique treasures still didn't interest him, and after a few seconds, Newcastle fixed his eyes on the closet on the east side with the file bag, and a brown paper file bag placed at the top caught his eye. The red fire paint seal covered almost the entire seal of the file bag, and in addition to the seal of the queen of the Josephs Empire, there were also the seals of the Imperial Military Academy and the seals of other imperial departments.

Newcastle couldn't wait to take off the file bag, from the moment he saw the two red words in the upper right corner of the cover, his eyes quickly became hot, it was the word "top secret" printed with a steel seal, a smile appeared on the corner of Newcastle's mouth, it seems that this file bag is what he is looking for on this trip.

Without hesitation, he took off his uniform, which he had snatched from the stunned security guard, and Newcastle hung it neatly on a standing hanger next to him, unexpectedly wearing a white evening gown. Newcastle tucked the file bag into the inside pocket of his jacket and calmly buttoned it up to leave.

As he walked from the basement to the shadows on the first floor, Newcastle didn't look like a normal thief, and after completing his mission, he was in a relaxed mood, and he whistled leisurely, with unruly long black hair, he was simply an original playboy.

However, from the moment Newcastle's pointed shoes stepped on the floor on the first floor of the archives, the previous cynical temperament suddenly disappeared, the hand in the pocket of the dress clenched slightly, his eyes looked directly in the direction of the main entrance of the archive, and Newcastle let out a soft sigh.

In the shadows, the heavy security doors of the archives were left open, strong winds poured in, torrential rain splashed in, wetting the floor near the entrance, and flashes of lightning illuminated Newcastle's somewhat tense face.

All indications are that someone has been in the archives during the time Newcastle entered the basement, and may not have left.

Newcastle was lifted to the top of the first floor by the cyclone, and the stones left behind by the shattering of the stone statue were scattered under his feet, at which point they became Newcastle's weapons, and they were scattered to all corners of the hall on the first floor under the blessing of strong air pressure. Newcastle's gaze swept over the circular area around him, and it was pitch black all around, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Suddenly, all the chandeliers in the archives were lit up, and the hall turned from night to day, and the blinding light kept Newcastle's eyes open. At this moment, a black figure instantly soared from the staircase, and the metal impact of the sword drawing its scabbard suddenly sounded under the diagonal of Newcastle, sharp and swift.

Although his eyes had not yet fully adapted to the bright environment, with his keen perception, Newcastle knew that the man who had been hiding in the dark had made a move, and of course, his enemy.

Following the direction from which the sound of the knife came, a strong wind blew in front of Newcasi and tried to push him away, but the shadow of the knife was too fast, and it was already in front of him between breaths. Relying on his slowly recovering eyesight, Newcasy used the briefcase he had taken from the archivist as a shield and blocked it against the light of the knife.

The black light slashed through the outer layer of cowhide and slashed hard at the high-strength metal lining the briefcase, and the majestic knife light only cut half of the briefcase, and then slammed into the ground, and the solid floor was broken with small cracks.

With a brief respite, Newcastle made its way to the main entrance of the Archives. The black figure standing on the ground with a knife gradually became clear in his eyes.

"It turned out to be Senior Li Shiyi. Newcastle looked at Li Shiyi, who was a little wet in surprise, but then a faint smile spread across his face, "Isn't this way of greeting a little too rude?"

"What is the purpose of pretending to be a freshman at the Imperial Military Academy?" Li Shiyi's face was like frost, and his scattered hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, making him look a little embarrassed.

"Senior, I am very touched that you can brave the rainstorm to come here to see me. To be honest, I really want to be friends with you. Newcasy pulled his collar and looked out at the rainy night outside the bars, "It's a pity that light and darkness can't go hand in hand." ”

"Appearing in the imperial capital in a low-key manner, and passing the initial and re-examination of freshmen in a high-profile manner, you decided from the beginning that you wanted to humiliate the Imperial Military Academy, right?"

"Oh, you've seen through it, it seems that my acting skills still need to be improved. Newcastle shook her head with a wry smile.

The corners of Li Shiyi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Newcastle's calm and breezy expression made him very unhappy.

Hanging high above, Newcastle slowly descended to the ground, the ground was silent, and the empty hall was quiet again.

"Ability Sequence No. 18 Ability 'Wind Domain', are you an Ability?" Li Shiyi's face sank, "I should have guessed a long time ago." ”

"It is worthy of being the president of the student union of Department B, that is, it is better than those 'elite students' who can only talk about it in the initial examination," Newcastle exclaimed, "It's a pity that I chose the wrong organization, if we had known each other earlier, maybe the once powerful country in the Eastern Continent would not have fallen into what it is now, groveling and surviving." ”

The blade of the black knife was covered with wavy blue lines, exposed in the cold light between the lightning and thunder, and Newcastle's words uncovered the most painful scar in Li Shiyi's heart, and it completely angered him.

"Killing God" Li Shiyi walked out of the rolling flames, black mist swirling around his black robe, and his eyes sank into the night.

Eventually, he put on the Shura mask that he had been in the dust for many years.