Happy New Year's Day, everyone, and all the best for the Gregorian New Year!

The soil on the side of the boot is still wet, and the riverbank is so eroded by the flood season that it can't withstand the pressure.

"Bang!" A heavy punch slammed into the bridge of his nose, and the ear-sore bone slag "clicked" with a puff of flying blood shot out, knocking the burly man back alive and still unable to hold his feet. But this man, whose face was already extremely hideous, squeezed a deeper roar from his throat and ran forward frantically!

"Bang!" A fist the size of a baby's head struck with the sound of breaking wind, and the white bones behind the flesh showed that the battle was particularly white-hot, and the hot blood under the swing was accompanied by hot sweat and there was another howl, the man punched out, and hit the other pale fist that could be said to be petite compared to it, and in an instant it was five fingers into hooks, and he fell softly, covering his palms and a face that swelled into the color of pig liver.

Simon unfolded his palms, and the palms of the frontal resistance to Maretta Dietrich did not break even a little oily skin, as if he was not facing the powerful assaulter of the Nine Hydra Songs, but some underdeveloped young boy. There was not a trace of emotion in his steel-blue eyes, and he didn't even bother to catch up, and a single elbow blow to this powerful enemy could make him completely collapse.

But Simon stood quietly and walked quietly.

Simon dodged Dietrich's feeble attack, and the final impotent rage turned into a haphazard fly swatter, and Simon dodged in silence, like an insult in disguise, until Dietrich held his knees and gasped.

"Get on your knees." Simon said coldly.

Dietrich suddenly looked up, his tyrannical gaze strangulating in the steel-blue vortex, and the new assaulter began to tremble like chaff, ignoring the remnants of the bloody Hydra around him.

"Get on your knees." It's already a top-down view.

"Hehehehehe~" covered a shadow, the sound of the waves could not drown out Dietrich's self-sufficiency laughter, and the most powerful men in Hydra didn't face Simon's face, or didn't dare, just burst into laughter. But after a long time, the waves did not stop, and my knees were weak.

"Uh......" The tip of the knife pierced through and pierced through Simon's palm! But Simon didn't care, straight through the blade, and then grabbed Dietrich's right hand, which was about to sneak attack, and with a little force, in a burst of inhuman howl, the assaulter's hand twisted into a twist, and his feet rose from the ground.

“Semper Fi.” Simon said that even as Dietrich struggled, he could not break free of the iron wrist that bound his neck until a breath of air could not penetrate his neck and enter his lungs, and soon the last remaining remnants of the United Hydra faction that refused to surrender stopped resisting.

Simon casually pinched Dietrich's neck, and naturally he would not leave any chance to live. The newborn purple-blooded man reflexively jumped and stood on the shallow embankment, scanning the remaining Hydras as the river breeze blew behind him, and the smell of blood lingered.

"I know what you're thinking, worrying about, and fearing...... Simon said he looked around at the Hydras who had just survived the bloody battle. These have been scattered since the division of the headquarters. Bearing the name of traitors all the time, the Hydra chose to faithfully follow the leader, and finally stood here, looking at the young man just a stone's throw away.

Who is he?

New leader?

Does he deserve it?

The answer is clear.

"Hydra doesn't need mercy." Dietrich's still warm corpse is the best footnote, and everyone witnessed this duel, from beginning to end, the assaulter who was in the position of nine heads fell in vain like a wild dog, and even the most powerful force to draw the wind

Defeated in the volume competition, there is no one who does not understand what is most needed and what is least needed in this era.

"Hydra does not accept the weak." The tattered ragged uniforms don't have a little more shine than a red ribbon, but who would ignore the burning red on the side, it's their leader, the shapeshifter, the flaming Adolfina Morfin.

She's listening.

"So, here I am." Simon put his hands behind him. The pieces of cloth flew and rolled up a fluff, and in those resolute steel-blue eyes, more and more purple seeped out until it occupied every Hydra who dared to face Simon.

Power and authority.

Eternity from the birth of mankind to its demise.

"I don't need you to kneel, I don't need you to follow the rules." The sunset is pouring out the afterglow, burning the surface of the passing river. The Hydras turned their backs to the setting sun, oblivious to who had burned the sun to ashes and scattered it on earth.

"Whatever you see, I do."

"That's what rules are called."

……

"It's hard to control such a person, are you sure you don't tell the head of the family?" Captain Delia glanced cautiously around, and waited until Claudia had arranged the line of guards before approaching Augustavina and whispering.

However, the young chief Claudia didn't even bother to look back, but unscrewed the energy storage slot behind the shoulder of the silver armor, and her slender fingers took out a crystal-like square with a slightly cloudy sediment, squinting at the moonlight, and only after a few moments blew lightly, put it back into the slot, and the silver armor immediately synchronized with Augustavina's command, and shrunk from the heavy medieval Milanese full armor to the lady's light armor, if it weren't for the holographic curtain hanging down from the helmet, it was really quite quaint.

Augustavina then glanced at Captain Deria, who dared to meet her and immediately took a step back respectfully. "As long as this kind of thing has ambition, it is impossible to completely control it, and the tighter you pinch it, the more serious the backlash will be, especially if you don't know when it will attack."

"It is enough to show that the attitude is enough, and if a person has desires, he will have weaknesses." Augustavina stretched slightly, covered his lips and said lazily, "He's a tool." ”

Tool? Captain Delia was a little puzzled and immediately came to his senses, and the captain's scarred face was even more hideous because of his shock.

"You want to?"

Augustavina put her index finger on her index finger and booed: "There are many things that are not suitable not only for my father, but also for me, and even more so for my family. ”

"With the ruling family still strong in parliament all these years, and our alliance strong, isn't that a minor issue my main issue lately?" Franz's eldest princess rarely had moments without a smile, but once she became cold, it was even more terrifying.

Claudia in the camp was in good order, and the near-quicksand earth beneath their feet indicated that they were infinitely close to the crossroads, the barren land. So even Claudia has to be careful. The rumbling kept coming from underground, making it unclear if it was some kind of mechanical noise or a harbinger of a monster coming, at least for now, Claudia's desert marching skid.

“Tick Tock.” Augustavina looked at her watch and said. Her gaze went over Captain Delia to the gray wasteland. It's often referred to as the Crossroads for the simple reason that it is tens of thousands of square kilometers of Old World Illinois and southern Indiana, connecting civilized and barren worlds. But there's another name here.

Black Falls.

So even Augustavina

It is not clear when the ground beneath her feet will become wet, and if there is moisture, it will probably be her time to die, because even if the dark rivers that have been destroyed by the nuclear explosion do not recognize the suffix of her surname, and dozens of kilometers away, the black eye that was blown open by the nuclear bomb half a century ago will not change in the slightest.

It's her, it's Claudia's job.

Putting on a gas mask, her voice not pleasant or heavy, Augustavina examined the map, which was not a map of the wasteland but a plan of buildings, half of which was just a line, and the bottom half was a dense beehive.

"My subject is always the same as my father's, and I have Franz in my veins." Augustavina shook her head slightly, stopping Captain Deria's disguised persuasion, and looked up and sighed.

"Captain, we are descendants of the army, not drug dealers, and what makes us different from untouchables is that we have principles."

So Augustavina took off the black-striped three-prong badge on her chest, threw it down, and yawned: "This principle ......"

"It's just that we're even more unprincipled."

……

The night breeze carried the peculiar freshness of the water's edge, and it finally blew away the blood, and the sky was completely dark, and the sky was shining with stars, and the ground was on fire.

It was Adolfina's fireworks.

"My lord, are you really not going to say goodbye?" Erin picked up the sniper rifle wrapped around the new camouflage step, and finally couldn't hold back and spoke.

Adolfina withdrew her gaze, and on the other side, the Hydras were regrouping, and no one noticed that Adolfina had quietly departed.

"Everything is ready?" Adolfina swept over the huge marching bag that Erin was carrying, the same knapsack lay on one side, and it was clear that the rest of the journey would not be easy for her.

"Yes, sir." Erin replied, following the adult for many years, Erin knows the temper of the adult, if you avoid talking about it, you don't have to talk about it, but as a partner, even if you have paved the way for the purple-blooded one, you should say goodbye, after all, whether you will meet again in the future has to draw a question mark.

Adolfina took out a small iron box with rounded corners from her pocket, opened it and threw a sugar pill to Erin, and swallowed the last blue and red sugar pill in her stomach, and said, "Have you seen Your Majesty?" ”

"I am fortunate to have seen His Majesty's majesty at the soul ordination ceremony."

"Good."

The two women walked through the loud ruins and past the towering and bright fortress of Mill, and Adolfina stared at the human ruins with a faint pre-war glow, throwing away the trigger button in her hand, since someone had kept the contract, she didn't have to destroy it.

After they walked all night, Adolfina watched in silence as the black water gathered on the soles of her boots, exhaled, and said, "I'll teach you a tune." ”

"I'm honored, my lord."

So under the dark clouds, the song hovered upwards and dissipated in a moment.

"Within the walls of the palace where the kings departed"

"Janie had to dance with the rest of the ghosts"

"The undead who were lost by her"

"The ghosts who were deeply in love with her"

"The ghosts who have passed away a hundred years away"

"She couldn't even remember their names......"

ps: The plot of the previous chapter seems to be very unorganized because of the postgraduate entrance examination, and the long pain is better than the short pain after the re-update, and it jumps directly to the new stage.