Chapter 54: The Prince
"There can't be a mistake...... This is where the sound comes from. β
With his feet heavily planted on the reaper's burial place, the muscular male figure turned his head to look around, his hands clasped around his steel bracers, firmly resting on the hilt of his sword, which was blade-down.
His whole body was covered in a layer of cold, hard steel armor that perfectly followed the lines of his muscles, and there were balls sliding at the joints. The armor is streamlined, and the armor at the gauntlet is particularly thick, as if it were a giant crab's thick claws.
"He's dead. β
Behind him, a female qualified person in a black leather coat stepped forward, holding a blood-stained feather in her hand, and handed it to the other party:
"It was only two minutes from the time we heard the roar to the time we arrived here, and he was dead. β
The woman who spoke was about thirty years old, and her appearance was beautiful, but the corners of her eyes were already engraved with the fine lines of the years. In the open gap of the neckline of the leather coat, a bulging eyeball is revealed, and the surrounding protruding blood vessels are like white earthworms, giving people a distorted and deformed feeling.
"Killing the Reaper without leaving his identity behind, this guy doesn't seem to want to take his place...... Vendetta?"
The man took the feather from her hand, and his pupils reflected the blood on the edge of the feather, flickering slightly, revealing a look of doubt.
"It doesn't matter, it's a good thing for us that this pervert is dead. But in order to avoid the annexation of the pastoral area, it is necessary to find the people who defeat the Reapers before the organization can reflect on it!"
Accompanied by the woman's firm and powerful words, a strong wind swept through the entire building, and in the swirling wind, the hem of the leather coat moved with the wind in mid-air. Her long, silky blonde hair spread out like a cascading waterfall, exposing her thin pointed ears to the air.
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"There is a pattern of migration from the fourth ring to the third ring, the third ring to the second ring, and the second ring to the fourth ring. And so on, and the cycle repeats, and the town center of the first ring, belongs to the area where they are absolutely forbidden. β
"There is a hierarchy between buildings, and the high-rise buildings occupy the center of the town and do not want to move, but it seems that all the buildings have a desire to move to the city center, and this is the key to breaking the order. β
"Police stations, banks, courts, government public buildings are a powerful deterrent to buildings in general, and their authority must be broken first.
Ivan guessed that his Reaper teammates would seek revenge on him, and he didn't pay much attention to it, still concentrating on observing the behavior of the buildings - the captains are all dead, what kind of climate can the remaining minions become?
And during this time, he infiltrated the camp of the tube building, and he also infiltrated very successfully.
The Silos were completely oblivious to Evan being an impostor, and simply mistook him for a retarded Silo who was unresponsive and had a speech impediment, and often corrected the way he pronounced his words during his awakening.
The language of the building is very simple, because they don't have too complex thinking, so there is very little content to communicate, and you can communicate successfully by learning simple pronunciation and body movements. The pronunciation varies according to the type and scale of the building, and basically each type of building has its own unique pronunciation. This wasn't too difficult for Ivan, who could easily mimic the sounds of all buildings by adjusting the force and frequency of the telekinesis rubbing against the air.
The infiltration of the SEALs was also smooth, and they gained a great deal of prestige in the public toilets by joining forces with other public toilet booths. In addition, his body is solid enough, and he is almost in the position of the boss of the public toilet.
The only regret is that they have to carry dung buckets around all the time, and they often have to splash feces when they encounter phone booths.
However, this small sacrifice is nothing compared to the plan - as long as you can pass the museum challenge, let alone splash dung, even if you cook dung, you can accept it.
In the process of this four-person team going about the situation, the news of the killing of the reapersin in the area finally brewed over time.
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Flying Squirrel Town, Fringe Zone, Underground Parking.
In the completely enclosed makeshift conference room, the light source is almost cut off, and the huge space is filled with a thick and almost suffocating darkness. Only a few pale golden particles scattered by the stars floated quietly in the air like dust, emitting some faint glow.
"Ladies and gentlemen...... After the death of Maddie, the reaper in District 3, no one claimed ownership of the ranch. According to the rules, the three districts should be merged into the other districts, is there any doubt?"
The middle-aged man's steady voice suddenly pierced through the solidified silence and echoed throughout the conference room.
With the sound of the pale golden light particles, they spun rapidly, densely intertwined, and the number seemed to be increasing more and more, gradually blooming with more and more dazzling dense light.
Pillars of light, surrounding the brown conference table, quickly formed in the aggregated golden light particles. The next scene, like a slide showing, accompanied by the continuous flickering of light, suddenly sat on the empty seats, and people dressed in different clothes suddenly sat down.
The Provisional Body, the organization for the reaper's division of interests, formally convened a discussion meeting here.
After a moment of silence, no one questioned.
"Since you have no objections, then let's do it according to the old rules, for the benefit and majesty of the organization, whoever kills the murderer who defeated Maddie will get the territory of the third district. In the center of the table, a middle-aged man in a white robe continued to speak calmly as an organizer.
"If there are multiple reapers, it is easy to cause conflict, which will break the rules that you have built up so hard. At this time, a female qualified person with a voluptuous figure raised questions.
Her speech made everyone look sideways, but everyone was more concerned about her figure than her speech.
This reaper is more like a dusty woman than a powerful one.
Her tall and sexy hot body fits the curve of her slender waist, covered with a layer of concave and convex black soft armor, and her snow-white and plump breasts tremble out from the open soft armor, and bounce slightly with the woman's breathing.
Above a pair of slender legs with long boots, there is a skirt armor like a short skirt, even though the armor itself has a certain thickness, the beauty of the silhouette from the curves of the female body has not been reduced in the slightest, but has been set off more hot and sexy - this is closer to love than the armorThe armor of the fun underwear is also easy to make people doubt its performance.
"Miss Avril is right, it's safer to let someone with enough strength deal with it directly than a chaotic hunt. On the side of the bewitching girl, a bald man with a naked upper body proposed another plan.
"Maddie's strength is in the middle of the pack among us, and the person who can kill him will certainly be stronger. The organizer of the meeting bowed his head lightly when he heard this, and continued to say according to his meaning:
"Then there are not many people who are qualified to deal with this matter, and whoever has the confidence to deal with it may as well stand up directly. β
"I'll go!"
"It's better to leave it to me!"
"It's up to me to do it!"
Different voices came out of the mouths of the reapers, and it seemed that most of them were thinking about the fat of the third district.
"A bunch of garbage. β
In the corner of the table, a slightly lazy low male voice came from the mouth of a handsome young man with his arms folded on his chest and lazily leaning back in a chair.
"No one is allowed to interfere, that guy is handed over to me!"
As he spoke, he didn't give everyone time to question, stood up straight, and walked out of the makeshift conference room without looking back.
β......β
There was an eerie silence in the space, and the words of the handsome young man seemed to contain some kind of magic, which instantly froze the atmosphere of the conference room, and the reapers who were eager to try it before fell silent.
"Since the prince is ready to go out, let's break the meeting. β
Avril lowered her head lazily, fiddling with her white fingers boringly, and her fingertips painted with scarlet nail polish reflected a little seductive sparkle in the pale golden shimmer.
"Well, that's it, let the prince do the rest. The organizers calmly adjourned the meeting.
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After finishing his work, Evan returned to the makeshift base, took a hot shower, and changed his clothes by the way.
When he changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, "White Bear" happened to turn around with some sense, was sitting on the rotating chair, bent his fingers and knocked on the armrest, and said straight to the point:
"Iron Hand, Maddie's teammate of the Reaper lately, has been in our field of vision frequently. And there is no sign of the Reaper, I suspect ......"
"I killed him. Evan admits very cheerfully.
"Sure enough, it's you...... The fighting skills you showed to kill the flash leopard in seconds, coupled with the powerful telekinesis, just finished Maddie. β
Seeing him admit it calmly, "White Bear" showed an expression that he had expected a long time ago, and then his eyebrows twisted, and his expression became serious: "You made a big mistake, killing the Reaper, but not taking his title!"
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When Evan saw him say this, of course he was confused:
"This ...... What's the point?"
"Of course it makes sense, the challenger kills the reaper and takes his rights, it's normal metabolism. But if you kill him and choose to hide your identity, this is to challenge the entire pastoral system! It is equivalent to proposing a revolution in feudal society, and if nothing else, all the reapers will be your enemy!"
"So serious!?"
Evan suddenly cried and laughed, not knowing how to respond.
It had been dozens of hours since he had been posted, and he hadn't taken killing the Reaper to death. As a result, this way of dealing with it is actually a rebellious behavior in the eyes of other reapers, which is really strange.
"It's that serious. β
"White Bear" looked at him with a solemn expression, and said quickly:
"You must contact the Reaper's teammates as soon as possible and claim ownership of the pastoral area to them, or the Reaper's organization will send someone to destroy you. β
"Well, I'll find them as soon as I can......"
Evan shook his head and sighed, took the trouble, and walked out of the room quickly.
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"No need...... No need for ......"
A handsome young man with gold-rimmed glasses, draped in a heavy high-necked trench coat, slowly and methodically plucked a harp, his slender fingers flicking gently. While playing melodious musical notes, I walked leisurely and lightly in the flat and wide square.
The marble floor, which carried the weight of his whole body, was supposed to be smooth and flawless, but at this time it was already submerged in dark red gurgling blood, and every time the handsome young man took a steady step forward, there would be a wave of blood-colored ripples.
The level of blood was at the level of his ankles, and there were pools of unknown pieces of minced flesh, and many small bones could be faintly seen, floating slimily in the fragments of internal organs, emitting a disgusting smell of blood.
The source of blood and water in the square came from dozens of tall corpses on the central flower bed, no one still had the breath of life, and almost no one's body could be called complete. The most intact and missing arms and legs were almost torn apart, and the most tragic was almost a mess of unrecognizable minced flesh, which completely fused with the gurgling tide of flesh and blood.
"Goo...... Goo ......"
Three hideous monsters with their flesh exposed outside the membrane, bathed in thick blood, roared in a low voice, and followed the handsome young man in a parallel line. Solid muscles, massive horns, sarcomas all over the body, triangular faces like lizard heads, and a helmet-shaped pale exoskeleton shrouded in themβthere's no doubt that they don't belong to the category of ordinary creatures in every sense of the word.
"Kill, kill, there's no point here!"
His eyes were filled with dense bloodshots, and there was a faint black haze, which kept turning and reverberating in his eyes:
"Soon I will have a new, rich, and vast pastoral area. β
With the words of the handsome young man, a monster behind him suddenly let out a roar, suddenly turned into an afterimage and flew out, with a sonic boom scream through several tall buildings, and then rushed back with a wind flow wrapped in air.
Smackββ!
The monster opened its fang-covered jaw, allowing the object in its mouth to fall to the ground, and it was a head with a terrified expression.
Because of the speed at which it attacked, it seemed that the owner of the first level had taken his life before he could react. Even when he fell to the ground, he was not completely dead, and his lips were extremely open, and then he completely fell silent.
"Well done!"
He looked at it with satisfaction, reached out, patted the monster's head, and looked around:
"In this way, the harvest of this pastoral area is complete, let's all come back!"
The corners of the handsome young man's lips curled gracefully, and he suddenly discarded the harp and threw it into the blood, splashing a splash of blood.
At the moment when he lowered his right arm, the originally slender and well-proportioned arm suddenly swelled and thickened, multiplying to dozens of times its original size in two or three breaths. The thick and thin veins at the mouth of the bowl were mixed with the swollen flesh and flesh that broke through the epidermis and fell heavily to the ground, extending dozens of meters around the handsome young man's body, hovering and lying in the blood like an evil dragon, engulfing the figures of the three monsters in an instant.