【09：15】

Joachim stood at the window, silently watching the man guarding the door, gritting his teeth with hatred.

Because of this man, his plan to storm the hospital failed.

What a nasty man.

originally thought that he was a mafia third-in-command, and he should not be too strong, and a few waves of people could drag him down, but the result was unworkable. The combat effectiveness of this man is very terrifying.

From morning to now, three groups of mafia and a group of Belgard Gate guards have come to attack, but they have all been blocked by him. Although he was also wounded, the guerrilla who remained here happened to be the most troublesome type - the recovery type.

Vincent's injuries were treated by her before the next group of people arrived. In this way, this sick number is fighting the fourth batch of mafia. As swift as a cheetah, he was merciless, and those who were attacked by him were all twisted off their arms or necks, even if Joachim wanted to continue to control, but the severed arm could not hold a weapon, and the neck was twisted and could only fall to the ground to survive.

What the hell is this guy sacred!

Joachim had heard of the name Vincent, but had never thought it would be so strong. Actually, it's also a coincidence here. Joachim didn't know how to fight, so he just gave orders to the mafia and the garrison, and how to "attack" was a way they knew well.

The Rubacher mafia was personally trained by Vincent, of course, he is well versed in their attack habits and weaknesses, although the combat effectiveness has been strengthened several times, but it is like a machine, as long as the loophole in the thinking circuit is caught, it can be easily solved. The garrison is even regarded as an imaginary enemy by Vincent, and has done confrontation training countless times, so it is so advantageous for Vincent.

If the people who came to attack were the army of a certain country or a hunter that Vincent didn't know about, then only half of the original people would be enough to bury Vincent.

"No...... I've got to figure out how to ......."

Joachim became more and more troubled.

"Evan ...... Call that person ......"

"Yes, Priestess."

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Yawning boredly, Vincent played with the cigarette butt that was only left in his hand, and flicked it aside dismissively. I took a new cigarette from the cigarette case and held it again.

Tobacco was recovered from the enemy's garrison.

Because of Garcia's orders, the mafia never carried tobacco on them: in order not to embarrass Vincent's subordinates. The garrison under Deputy Commander Sonia is also elite, so naturally she won't bring it. But the garrison at the Belgard Gate was completely different.

Because of the commander's indulgence, the garrison under his command will not make a big mistake, but these small violations are simply too numerous to mention.

But......

"The taste of cigarettes is really bad......"

The looters evaluated their loot without guilt.

For an old smoker like Vincent, the smoke of the garrison is really not in the flow.

"Let's smoke less......"

Aeolia, who had witnessed Vincent's staggering amount of cigarettes from the beginning, cautiously suggested.

"You don't have to worry about it. Here's the pay. Lao Tzu saved a person in a hospital, and a few cigarettes of his X are considered birds......"

An unhappy Vincent glared at her fiercely, and Aiolia reluctantly shrank her shoulders and stopped talking. This man is vulgar and arrogant, but his skills are first-class. She has teamed up with Lin so much, and she is very familiar with the strength of the Taidou Liuda - Lin, but the person in front of her is not lost to Lin in the close battle at all.

Comparing Lin to a mountain peak, calmly giving people a sense of oppression, then Vincent is a fire, constantly changing its form to burn the enemy, and once it hits, it will ignite the opponent and entangle him to death.

She originally felt that in the face of so many people, she didn't need the support of her own flying knife, and she deliberately collected the idle scalpel as a weapon. But Vincent rushed to the enemy quickly every time, grabbed the enemy's arm or slashed the back of the neck with a knife, and the action was clean and neat, it was simply a matter of being a man, except that there were too many people, and it was inevitable that he would receive flesh wounds that needed treatment, and he didn't need himself at all.

Moreover, from the morning to now, the battle lasted at least fifty minutes, but he still breathed steadily......

"Hey, woman......"

Suddenly, Vincent tossed aside the cigarette he had just lit, and pulled out his weapon, the twin axes, from behind his back, but he didn't bring them, and held the two axes together with his left hand.

She wanted to protest loudly that she had the name Aeolia, but she knew that now was not the time to worry about it. She quickly hid behind a wall to the side.

Looks like a new attack is coming.

"Don't hide here, keep backing and go back to the ward."

As he spoke, Vincent had already put on a scarlet fighting cloak, staring at the thing that was slowly coming across with murderous eyes.

It was a green, eerie beast like a winged lizard. At the foot of the monster, there is still a person hanging.

Vincent didn't have a long-range attack, so he snatched the rapid-fire pistol in the hand of the mafia next to him, aimed it at the monster in the air, and fired it crackling.

Using this voice as a signal, Aioria also understood the difference in the magnitude of her opponent, and said "Martial Luck Changlong" and hid back. Blindly rushing out, this is not called courage, it is called death. If he is caught by the enemy, I am afraid that he will become a hostage who drags Vincent down, so it is better to listen to orders honestly from the beginning.

Although psychologically uncomfortable, it is the most efficient thing to do. Aioria was so relieved.

The demonic beast in the sky received the attack, but it didn't dodge or dodge, and ate Vincent's bullet raw, and still steadily moved the person under his feet to the entrance of the hospital.

The person who came was wearing a blue suit, his face was elegant, and his hair was ruffled by the wind, and he hurriedly sorted it out with his hands, so that his appearance would not look casual.

Both he and Vincent are handsome types, but they have a scribe temperament that Vincent does not have. His eyes were blood-red, revealing a strange feeling.

This color Vincent hated very much. Because the subordinates who were just knocked down by him had red pupils in their eyes. Probably, this is the symbol.

"Lord Vincent of Lubacher. Right? ”

The man in the suit asked with a gentle smile.

"Ah, it's Lao Tzu. Who the hell are you? ”

Replaced with a pair of shuangyue, as if facing a great enemy, Vincentra opened his guard posture.

"Me? I'm just someone who has reached the realm of wisdom. Your Excellency, today is really majestic enough. Can you just leave it? ”

"Huh? What the hell is that. ”

"Yes...... After all, those who are not wise are so vulgar and ignorant......"

The elegant man looked like a religious fanatic, with a pious and peaceful look on his face, but what he said was indeed a kind of nonsense. Vincent snorted, using the pistol at his feet as a weapon, and kicked it away. The urbane man dodged the blow.

"Forget it, then, I'll take you down here."

"Hehe, the people who said this to Lao Tzu were killed by Lao Tzu."

"That's ......"

The elegant man took half a step back again, and a huge blue-purple magic array suddenly unfolded under his feet, Vincent was not very familiar with magic, so he quickly took a few steps back to open the distance, so that no matter what kind of magic it was, it would definitely take time to reach his side, and there would be a reaction time.

"Well, remember my name. I am Aneste, a great being who has reached wisdom. ”

"Dead people don't need such a flamboyant name."

With a cold sarcasm, Vincent didn't dare to be careless. This man gave him a very dangerous feeling.

In terms of physical fitness, although it is stronger than the previous mafia, it is still within the range that Vincent can deal with. If there is any danger, it is probably awareness. He's not like those mafias or garrisons, who don't say a word and attack stupidly.

He is clearly intelligent.

"Hehe, you don't need to be so vigilant. This circle is not for attacking. ”

As if to confirm his words, a purple pillar of light suddenly poured out of the magic array, and in the pillar of light, a pitch-black long sword slowly emerged.

Vincent frowned, he had heard of this magic. I forgot the name of a certain magic of the time attribute, anyway, it summoned a magic sword to fall from the sky to attack the enemy. But......

I saw Anest reach out and hold the sword firmly in his hand.

However, I've never heard of a weapon that can be generated by channeling magic in your hand...... What the hell is this guy......

"So-I'm coming!"

Without giving Vincent time to think, Anast flew into a slash, and Vincent immediately avoided the sword. The offensive and defensive battle between the two officially began.

In the distance, Joachim's grim expression finally slackened a little.