"It's finally time to pay the bloody debt...... the enigmatic man slowly put on his black sunglasses, covering his chilling eyes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The tradition and thinking of the aristocracy sometimes cannot be understood and understood, the inheritance of several generations, as well as the persistence of bloodline, coupled with the heavy heritage and elite education, such reproduction has created a large number of noble heirs who are either crazy or geniuses, these paranoids with talent, strength and execution are easy to burst out of unrivaled energy in adversity, such madness is desperate to destroy.

"In my father's name, the history of the Belins family of Amphisis ends here......" The long silky golden hair fluttered angrily in the cool air of the night, messy but poignant. Some nervous chuckles slowly spilled out of the corners of his mouth, gradually grew larger, and finally slowly spread.

"The action begins." The tall and thin man looked at the brightly lit manor in the distance, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and gave this brief command almost word for word.

The floating boat suspended over the man's head lifted the invisibility, and the monitoring equipment that had been on at this time began to activate the defensive posture, and the scanning equipment purchased by the current head of the Anfis Sibelins family at a great cost detected the unknown intruder the moment the other party came into contact with the invisible state.

The standard military assault boat with the hatch open was like a devil shining a few signal lights in the flickering sky.

A short-range magnetic track accelerator slowly raises its launch angle, and the target is the artistic dream estate of the Amphesis Bellins family.

"Burn, let the flames of hell burn everything," muttered the man in his trench coat, as graceful as reciting a poem, stepping on the obscurity of rhyme.

The charged signal light is lit, and then the powerful kinetic energy instantly ejects a medium-sized missile through the magnetic track, and the computer-controlled rocket in the air begins to ignite a bright tail flame, like the call of death. And then there is a dazzling flash of light, and perhaps after the last moment everything will come to naught.

A low whistling interrupted everyone's drinking, the crystal goblets froze in midair, and the guards on the periphery of the crowd took out their weapons, and years of rigorous training had turned these emergency responses into the instinctive reactions of these guards whose first goal was to defend their masters.

And more rapid than the guard's response is the manor's defense system, a string of dense tracer bullets were fired out rapidly, all kinds of light weapons entered the firing state, and each of the hall embedded in the delicately painted glass window was accompanied by a burst of hydraulic and mechanical roar, the heavy defensive alloy armor guard plate slowly closed, with the conversion and activation of various equipment, the entire artistic manor was instantly transformed into a fortification with extremely strong defensive power.

However, in essence, the higher the nobility, the more accustomed they are to living in a retro state. All those reserves and pride come from the crystallization of those that require the accumulation of countless money, manpower and material resources, everything is like those that can be found in the universe far away from the earth and the cradle of human civilization, those remnants of documents, oral stories, imaginative films or video videos, and all kinds of fiction records, are the kind of medieval and Renaissance elegance and agility that are too far away to be measured by time, those most magnificent inspirations of human beings, It's like using rock as the cornerstone of a building, outlining a gorgeous poem, whether hard or soft, the lines are inadvertently subtle in every place.

With the support of the scientific and technological power of the colossus of the Galactic Empire, the more complex and delicate it is, the more classical it is, the more it can be welcomed and favored by these nobles who are at the pinnacle of social power and own the vast majority of the wealth of society. In the eyes of these aristocrats who value the quality of life, the exquisite and luxurious environment coupled with some attention to detail is an inevitable attitude to life.

However, it is easy to overlook the fact that under the appearance of these antique, completely handmade, supplemented by the most sophisticated instruments, with the indelible characteristics of their respective roots, are wrapped in modern electronic equipment supported by the latest technology.

While everyone was still speculating about what kind of armed attack it was, an even more surprising electronic synthesis sound sounded, which undoubtedly stunned the crowd who had been relieved by the activation of the defense system, because of the mixture of low sirens and the hint of "nuclear bomb attack".

With the sound of a cacophon, the crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling of the hall with a dense pattern of delicate patterns turned a mournful dark red from the pure white used for the previous illumination. Two completely opposite colors shine in the same space, completely oppressive, like a blood-colored twilight.

"Don't panic..."While everyone was a little blank and overwhelmed, Count Sagatyrus, who was still calm, still stood in the most conspicuous place with a graceful demeanor, without a panicked expression, nor did he have any actions that did not conform to the nobility.

"There are still ninety seconds of nuclear explosion reaction time, so please follow the instructions of the manor's guards to enter the bunker." Some of them raised their eyebrows indifferently, and then, under the gentle smile of the Earl, the people began to stop being frightened at first, and gradually calmed down, and began to enter the protective bunker located under the hall according to the command of the manor guard.

After seeing that the guests of the banquet began to take refuge in an orderly manner, Count Sagaterus was also surrounded by personal guards, holding the countess and slowly moving towards the bunker, so as to avoid anyone taking advantage of the chaos to assassinate to the greatest extent, of course, the earl with great strength was not afraid of the so-called blood revenge and assassination, his only concern was his weak beloved.

"It seems that the critical reaction time of this nuclear bomb is enough for us to avoid all losses......" While everything was in order, Count Sagatiris still had the leisure to look back at the hall, "Just, I'm sorry, Jenny. With an apologetic look on his face, the Earl, who didn't care about anything, nodded and looked at his beloved.

"What's wrong, Zachar?" A noble lady who has always thought that with this man with a stable and powerful mentality by her side, she still responds to her husband with the demeanor and tone of a little woman.

"Your favorite majesty seems to be unpreservable......" The somewhat depressed Earl knew in his heart that his wife just didn't want him to be too distracted, because with the Earl's knowledge of his wife, he certainly knew how much thought his beloved had put into the manor and the castle, and Jeanne had more than once mentioned that she was going to give the greatest wedding to her favorite son Ryankos in this manor.

"It's okay, we can build a bigger and better ......" is still that kind of faint smile, this is probably the biggest characteristic of this countess who has fallen in love with the country and the city, how many knights will never forget this kind of cold smile in the night.

Just as the group was about to enter the protective passage, a rapid cry came, "Lord Count Zagatarius......" With a heavy gasp, as if he was running quickly, a middle-aged man in a dress walked quickly towards the count.

"What's wrong?" Lord Earl, who has always admired the need for a nobleman to have a good demeanor at all times, couldn't help frowning, suppressed a little dissatisfaction, and looked coldly at the other side of the obvious gaffe, and was only a descendant of a branch of his own family.

"Oh no, Lord Earl, something has happened to the young master of Reinkos...... this low-ranking nobleman with panic on his face passed on the news that worried the Earl the most, and the Earl, who was going to ignore this guy directly, stopped again.

Although the Countess was still very vigilant at this time, this did not mean that the concerned Countess would have the same vigilance, especially since the comer was a branch of the family, and this news was related to his most beloved son, so the unconscious Countess took a few steps forward and broke away from the Count's guard.

"That's right, just now, Young Master Reynkos ......" As soon as the words fell, a cold light flashed in the red light.

"Beware of Jenny...... instantly burst out with a strong speed when her beloved was threatened, and instantly blocked in front of his wife. It was only under the influence of habitual thinking that the Count's judgment was disturbed.

The sharp dagger pierced the void with a blue light, the assassin's target was not the weak countess at the beginning, the initial action was just an illusion, and finally protected in front of the countess, and Zagatarius, who had completely lost his position, was inevitably cut through the dress without any defense, and directly cut the count's left chest.

It wasn't until this moment that the guards reacted and opened fire in unison, and in an instant, the attacker was completely annihilated in the rain of bullets. Then, ten seconds before the end of the countdown to the alarm countdown, the Count and Countess are safely transferred to the safe passage.

The moment the heavy protective door closed, Count Sagaterus seemed to hear the smug and rampant laughter of the lower nobleman.

The protective area that cut off all danger blocked all possibilities, and the red-eyed Countess snuggled motionlessly beside the Count, without sobbing in a low voice, but quietly stared at the majestic man reclining on the sofa. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )