"Do you really want to do this?" On the rooftop, Scotti lowered her gaze with her hands behind her back.

In her sight, Caesar hurriedly drove the global limited edition Bugatti out of the hotel.

"Don't forget our ultimate goal." Sykodi said calmly.

Her pale blonde curls swayed slightly, but there was no wind flowing around her.

Even the snow in the sky would disappear quietly when it entered the area where she was, as if swallowed by darkness, and could not startle the slightest wave.

Behind Scotti are Meyer and α.

One is a Rothschild legend, and even his deeds are still talked about by various financial tycoons and business tycoons.

The other is Gattuso's oldest founder, who once held the wealth of most of Europe's underworld.

Now, the two of them, who are rich in legend and mystery, are standing respectfully behind Sycotty.

Even for Scotty's words, they just didn't hear them.

"That's all we can do." The woman who answered Scotti was the woman who stood half a step in front of her.

The woman was wearing a gothic-style black gauze dress, and her pale blue pupils looked a little bewitching.

She and Skodi are like twins, they look almost identical.

If it weren't for the different clothes on their bodies, it would be difficult for ordinary people to distinguish the identities of the two of them.

One of the three goddesses of fate, the Woods, takes charge of the past and weaves a lifeline.

"You do what you have to do." Woold glanced back at Meyer and α, "If it works, I'd love to see a new king born."

"The new era belongs to us after all." α said, and Meyer slowly stepped back and left the place.

Glancing at the vanished α and Meyer, Scorti said calmly, as if to say something that was taken for granted, "They won't make it."

"At least until they fail, humans always rejoice, don't they?" Woolde was noncommittal.

"Huh." After a slight hint of sarcasm, Scotty said, "Doing so will only make Him discover what we're doing."

"There's only one ultimate throne." The emotion on Sykotty's face faded and became extremely serious, "Do you think he will give it up?"

Ulder straightened the gauzy gloves on his hands, "Of course he wouldn't, otherwise he wouldn't have split his strength in half and split into another independent entity, and even after being betrayed, he wouldn't have learned his lesson and created the four great monarchs again."

"His ambition has never been tempered."

Half-squinted, Ulder reached out and pinched a snowflake, "We were born to chase that ultimate power and power, and if we were careless..."

Woold blew lightly, and the snowflake on her fingertips dissipated completely, "If you are not careful, you will disappear into the dark night full of ambition like this snowflake."

"If it's so dangerous, why do you do it?" Poetic asked.

Woold flicked his fingertips lightly, flicking off the fine snow chips on it, and a dangerous arc of light loomed in his pale blue pupils, "Who called, we are all betrayers?"

"As a rebel, you must be prepared to be defeated."

"Either stain the blade in our hands with the blood of the other party, or shed the last drop of blood under the other party's sword."

"Now that the demons we have locked up in Hell have broken free and begun to crusade against us, let's, once again, put Satan in Hell."

Poety couldn't help but look sideways, looked at Wood, and said, "Seems like we're more like demons, right?"

"Only those who win in the end, who say that whoever is a demon is a demon." Wool's eyes were full of majesty.

"And before He takes back His authority, he will be a little worse for us after all." Woold's gaze fell on a certain floor of the hotel through the heavy wind and snow, and said lightly,

"Guess what He would have chosen for our invitation?"

"I think we need to give Him a welcome gift to maintain our friendship, just like we did when we first worked together."

Thinking of the past, Wool couldn't help but sigh, "What a pleasant cooperation."

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...

Hotel.

Nono fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know if it's a cold, her head is a little heavy.

In the drowsiness, Nono dreamed again.

The nightmare that hadn't appeared for a long time struck again.

Odin, wrapped in a shroud, wielded a huge scythe and snatched his mother's soul away.

This time, after Odin took his mother's soul, he did not stop, but opened a vertical pupil and looked at her.

Odin's vertical pupils seemed to have some kind of magic that imprisoned her body.

Nono knew she was having a nightmare.

She urged herself to wake up, almost biting off her tongue.

But no matter how much she struggled in her dreams, she was indifferent.

Little by little, her body was pulled towards Odin, towards the horrible white monster wrapped in the shroud.

"Eyes!"

"Eyes, give it to me!"

In the nightmare, soul-chilling, ghostly voices emanated from under the layers of shrouds.

Odin reached out and grabbed Nono's head.

The hand, the moment it grabbed Nuo Nuo, it broke down into strips of white shrouds, and wrapped Nuo Nuo firmly in circles, like wrapping rice dumplings, entangled her whole person, and wrapped it into a mummy.

The huge fear made Nono's real body tremble involuntarily, and under her closed eyelids, her eyeballs rolled rapidly, as if they were about to fly out.

At the same time, a murmur came from her ears.

The murmur was noisy and distorted, like a jumble of lines that kept invading her ears, from the bone to the auditory nerve, and kept instilling complex knowledge into her mind.

And with layers of shrouds entangled, Nuno only felt that his mind was about to explode, and at the same time, it also seemed extremely dull and suffocating.

"No, don't!"

This torment and fear that I have suffered since childhood is magnified to the limit at this moment.

She didn't want to be like that person who wasn't a ghost.

She screamed wildly in her heart.

Who can, save her?!

knew that it was fake and that he was dreaming, but Nuno was still tormented by this depression and suffocation to the point that he almost collapsed.

No one can understand the fear in her heart all these years.

These fears are infinitely magnified in this moment.

She didn't understand why, she didn't have words.

If, if she also had a spirit of speech, wouldn't it be different?

Nono's consciousness began to drift in the nightmare.

But when her consciousness was scattered, her heartbeat beat violently.

Wrapped in layers of shrouds, Nono suddenly opened his eyes.

Old.

Majesty.

Solemn.

And without a hint of emotion.

Nono, in a nightmare, lit up the golden pupils!

As the golden pupils lit up, the layers of shrouds that wrapped around her shattered in an instant.

It was also with the lighting of the golden pupils in the nightmare, and in reality, Nono opened his eyes almost simultaneously.

The golden pupils that burned like lava dispelled the darkness of the room.

Her countenance was grim.

At the same time, under her fair skin, patches of black scales pierced the flesh and emerged from under the skin.

It was also at this time that the magnetic field of the whole of London was suddenly disturbed by a strong force, but it quickly disappeared.