Silas glared at the Night's Watchman, but there was still a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Why, that's just a son of A-class blood, who has not inherited any of your merits at all, and is even very disgusted with you, why would you give up what you dream of for the sake of such a human being? Or is it for something else? For all mankind? ”

"For all mankind? Are you wrong, I'm the kind of person who is drunk and drunk, and me for the well-being of humanity and the future of the world? The Night's Watch snorted, "If it weren't for the girl I like among the men...... And my son, otherwise I would have traveled to all corners of the world with my character. ”

Speaking of Manstein...... As father and son, we had nothing in common, it was a bit reluctant to stand together for a photo, he had already begun to lose his head, and I was wearing a flower handkerchief around my neck like a cowboy. I also know that he complains about me in his heart, and the relationship is not harmonious, let alone father-son, after all, I was not with him and Martha when he was a child......"

"Speaking of Martha, her breasts are quite upright, but to my bull, she is just a heifer that I once knocked down. Even I don't know how many women I've had, Martha is definitely not the one I love the most, and Manstein was born as a result of contraceptive failure. ”

"You know, I did countless ruthless and unrighteous things to women back then, and I was indifferent to watching women who liked me jump from a tower and fall with blood splattered...... Because I've always had a fear that I don't feel like a human being...... I walked through the crowd and felt like a wolf walking among the flock, with my bloodline advantage I could easily conquer anyone, there were no rules to bind me, this is a planet full of sheep and I am the only wolf here, I can eat sheep as I please, I can do whatever I want, I don't love women, because in my eyes those women, no matter how graceful and moving, are just a sheep that I am enjoying. ”

Silas stared and sneered: "This is the blood sorrow brought about by a strong bloodline, just like we look at you humans, so you should join us more than rebel against us for the sake of your son who doesn't have a good relationship, right?" ”

The Night's Watch ignored Silas, but continued to talk to himself, like a confession to God, to reveal all the things that had been hidden deep in his heart all these years.

"I've heard about his experience as a child, moving around with Martha in a used 1963 station wagon, and Martha even had to endure some men molesting him in order to get a job to earn him a living. And because he moved a lot, he had no friends, was often bullied by the local bad boys, and even forced my son into the alley to pee on him together! ”

The night watchman slapped his palm on the coffee table, and Nanmu's coffee table instantly split apart.

"At that time, there should have been a father who helped him teach the rotten boys, but I should have been rolling around in the bed of a heifer, and when Martha was seriously ill, he also behaved strangely because of his blood, and was imprisoned in a children's mental hospital, where he endured beatings and electrocution by doctors and nurses every day......"

"And after I got to know him, how I wanted to make up for him, to make up for the fatherly love I had not given him all those years, but I didn't know how to get along with him. He was my son, but I was ashamed of him, so I started pretending to be crazy and stupid, giving him toys, helping him fry eggs, paying his rent, writing him a letter of recommendation for promotion, giving him a make-up eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, calling him a group of beautiful girls, and inviting him to watch the girls' swimming competitions...... But he just poured the wine on my head and closed the door for me to fuck off. ”

"It stands to reason that I should be angry, but I dare not. I suddenly became cautious, I began to care about a person's joys and sorrows, and for this I watched him carefully, and for this I could keep my breath down, I don't know why I was like this with a sub-species bloodline. ”

The night watchman sighed, took a sip of his cigar, and sighed, "At last I finally understood that no matter how powerful a father is, in order to amuse his son, he can lie on the ground and serve his child as a horse, and his mouth makes a clattering sound of horses' hooves as he crawls. For the first time in my life, I felt bound not by some kind of rule, but by my son. ”

How many years have I lived? 80 years? 100 years? 150 years? I thought that I would be lonely for a lifetime, but I didn't expect that I would have a family like a normal human being, although there was only one bald son in the family, but after so many years my fear suddenly dissipated, and I felt full of joy. The night watchman smiled, a flash of remembrance and happiness in his eyes.

"Manstein was a smart man, he knew how to defend himself in the power struggle of the human race, but not in the face of the dragons...... So what I want to do is to win this war between man and dragon, and give him a world where he can live freely! ”

A lava-like crimson-gold glow streamed through the Night's Watchman's eyes, and as the Night's Watch stomped his left foot to the ground, the floor and walls were lifted open by a burst of golden light, revealing the structure within.

Beneath the floor and walls, there is a layer of bronze floors and walls, grooves etched into the hard bronze floor, and the grooves flow with raw blue water, like intertwined lines that stretch in all directions. Like a lush vine tree, these gentle currents branch off and then merge into the silent lake ahead.

If you look down from above, you will find that among the tangled branches of the vine tree, there are endless symbols, densely intertwined with the canine teeth of the branches, forming a perfect circular totem that surrounds the small lake.

Alchemy Matrix!

The night watchman set up this alchemy matrix before Silas checked into the room in the ice cellar!

It's not an offensive or defensive alchemy matrix, it's not a deceptive maze, it's sealed.

This small alchemy matrix is connected to the sealed alchemy matrix that surrounds the entire "ice cellar", and the alchemy matrix is connected to the enhanced alchemy matrix used by the night watchman to strengthen his words and precepts, the three alchemy matrices echo and connect with each other, concentrating all the power in this room, and the branches of those vine trees create fields with symbols and elements, forming an unprecedented alchemy matrix.

In the space with bronze as the earth, time seems to be frozen, even the air is somewhat frozen, the momentum and coercion on Silas's body are declining sharply, and his power is being greatly weakened by this alchemy matrix.

As a contemporary Nicholas Flammel, the Night's Watch is an out-and-out scumbag, but in terms of alchemy, he is definitely worthy of the honorary title of "Flamel the Terrible".

The effect of this unprecedented alchemy matrix weakened the bloodline of a primordial species to the level of a second-generation species in a short period of time, almost at the same level as the Night's Watch.

"Do you think you can defeat me with the same level of strength? Who gave you such confidence, pot-bellied human? ”

Silas stood there quietly with his head bowed, his body flowing with blinding thunder and lightning, his pupils were no longer noble bright gold, the blazing white of the electric light overpowered the gold. The dust in the air glistens because of the high degree of ionization, and from time to time there are slender arcs of electricity that break through the air and make a sizzling sound.

Indra!

Naturally, it is impossible for the Night's Watch to use the Spirit of Words and Commandments to suppress Silas at the same time, and the disappearance of the Words and Commandments is also a signal from the Night's Watch to Ange and Eva for help.

The night watchman looked at Silas, who was in the posture of the Thunder Emperor in front of him, and was also a little surprised by the power of the Spirit Indra.

This spirit of speech, named after the "god of heaven" in Hinduism, Shakyatihuan Indra, has not been seen by the secret party for many years, just like the concept of the spirit of speech, the black sun, and the spirit of speech, and judgment, which are only described in words.

In his eyes, Silas at this moment is like a sword that shines with thunder, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the troubadour says that "the sun that incarnates thunder rises in the midday sky and takes away the light of the sun god".

The Night's Watch reached to his waist, and a Colt revolver repeating pistol appeared in his hand.

As a former cowboy, he naturally has his own gun, and the age of this gun is only more than ten years younger than him.

Designed by Sayle Colt in 1834 and hand-made by mechanic John Pearson, the world's first Colt revolver repeating pistol, although it is 177 years old, it is a treasure that cowboys and officers of that era can blow for a whole year.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The night watchman raised his gun and swept it, and six bullets with dark red bullets with brass bottoms spat out of the muzzle in an instant, blocking Silas's position from six angles, and no matter which direction Silas dodged, he would be hit by at least one bullet.

Silas stared at the bullets of the six bullets, the dark red was not paint, but carved pieces of dark red hedrons.

The ultimate achievement of alchemy, which cannot be stopped by elemental power, is enough to kill the sharp weapon of the first generation, the Philosopher's Stone Bullet!

But Silas unhurriedly grabbed the metal chaise longue that had been used to bind him and held it in front of him, only to hear a crisp clanging sound, dark red crystal powder falling from the metal chaise longe, and the bullets of the Philosopher's Stone bullets shattered.

"How could you make such a mistake?"

Silas grinned, threw down the metal recliner, and let out a slight thud from his bones, and roared his fist, like an old boxer with an arm, and struck the night watchman's abdomen accurately, sending out three thunderous thuds.

Three punches in a row, with the shadows of Muay Thai, Aikido and Huaxia boxing, calm and powerful, the waist and limbs of the night watchman twitched slightly, like an epileptic patient with a sudden onset.

The three punches didn't actually hit the Night's Watch in the abdomen, but each time they were about to touch his abdomen, a brief but intense white electric light erupted, and the three thunderous shocks were really the sound of thunder and lightning.

It was Indra's lightning strike!

Silas unleashed three powerful but small lightning strikes, and by a fraction of a second before the Night's Watchman's abdomen touched his fist, a powerful electric current had penetrated through his abdomen, instantly paralyzing the Night's Watch's abdominal muscles, and then converging to his heart, converging to form a critical blow that was enough to scorch the heart of an adult rhinoceros.

That is to say, the night watchman has a second-generation bloodline and inhuman physical qualities, coupled with countless super cells similar to nanomachines are rapidly repairing his body, and if he is replaced by an A-class student, he may be killed by lightning piercing his heart in an instant.

Silas, who quickly threw three punches, retracted his fists and returned to his waist, gasping slightly, looking like he was deep and strong.

Even though it was only three punches, condensing the thunder and lightning into the fist in an instant was a lot of consumption for both mental and physical strength, even if he was only suppressed to the second-generation level, he needed a few breaths.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Six more gunshots rang out, and Silas was startled, not allowing him to think too much, and hooked his left foot to the metal chaise longue that he had just thrown down, throwing it into the air, and the whole person shrank sideways behind the metal chaise longue, narrowly avoiding the six bullets.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Night's Watch took six dark red bullets from his tactical belt around his waist and reloaded them skillfully and swiftly.

There is no doubt that those are six more Philosopher's Stone bullets!

The corners of the Night's Watch curled slightly, and he lifted the denim suit, revealing the tactical belt filled with Philosopher's Stone bullets.

Silas's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched, even though he had lived for thousands of years, he had never seen a human being so arrogant. He glanced at the metal chaise longue that had been punctured through a hole and was silent. He was a little glad that the Night's Watch was using an old Colt revolver repeating pistol instead of a machine gun. He had no doubt that if the Night's Watch was carrying an M249 machine gun loaded with Philosopher's Stone bullets, he would shoot at him like he didn't want money.

The Night's Watch took a few steps back, and distanced himself from Silas.

He didn't mind continuing to consume like this with Silas, he brought a few hundred Philosopher's Stone bullets, and he was not afraid of a war of attrition at all.

This is the greatest essence of the "Nicholas Flamel" lineage in addition to alchemy.

As one of the few alchemists in this world who can refine the Philosopher's Stone, Nicholas Flamel has extracted a large number of Philosopher's Stones from many generations of corpses. Moreover, Nicholas Flamel has a hobby and duty, that is, to visit the dragon tombs and half-breed tombs, and to scavenge countless philosopher's stones and alchemical items from the tombs of those great kings in history and those tombs of the second and third generations.

Although the warheads made by those Philosopher's Stones are not as powerful as the Philosopher's Stone warheads made from the Dragonbone Cross of the original species, they are still deadly to the original species!

He still had hundreds of Philosopher's Stone bullets, and the only hard object in the room that Silas could use to block the Philosopher's Stone bullets was the metal chaise longue that had been pierced with several large holes!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Come on, bastard, I can spend a whole day with you!"

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