Chapter Forty-Nine: That Must Be Taken! Run for the platinum trophy! (Plus.)

[Hermit, do you need help?] 】

[Do I look like I need help?] 】

[The City of Heaven's Gate was updated with a Bentham three minutes ago. Caroline's wanted warrant, the hermit has lost his concealment, doesn't he need assistance? 】

[The code name doesn't mean anything at all!] Take less of that thing on my behalf! 】

[Ahh Disconnected, haven't been in touch for a few years, she's still so neurotic......]

[I haven't contacted her in twenty years, why do you think that? Leave her alone, I'm afraid she still thinks the Federation is as merciful as it was back then.]

[Terra's Heart is much more dangerous than Terra's, and it is on the A-level wanted, and once it is regarded as having no observation value, there is no way to live... By the way, did she teleport something? 】

[Passed over, whether it's the key or the data]

【…… Then you don't have to worry about it, and you don't have the obligation to stop it. 】

[It's a pity that those two cards, there aren't many otherworldly products like that.] 】

[Can you try recycling?] 】

【...... It's not worth it]

.

"How dare you say such a thing... What hermit has lost its concealment and looks down on people less! Do you really think that the old lady likes this broken codename! ”

If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't get along, who would want to hide their real name incognito? With Bentham. Caroline's earth name gathered power, and then she was attacked and expelled, and finally even the name of the earth had to be retracted, and she was forced to change so many code names, and the last one was the ironic title of 'hermit'.

Hermits... Hidden, how could someone like her, who has always longed for shame, ruined the Federation of People, and ruined the Terra Federation, really want to hide!

She will always remember the humiliation at the beginning, the man who understated his kingdom and disdained to satirize his dreaming, the hatred that rose from that humiliation has not been smoothed out by time, but has been burned more and more after watching that man's achievements become more and more high, and after watching the organization created by that man almost transform, it burns more and more.

Mixed with jealousy and hatred, as well as the twisted pride of the self-confessed enemy as the leader of the Human Federation, such a muddy heart has been her support for a long time.

Incognito, with different postures and different code names, hidden in the history written from the Federation of People to the Federation, there have been more than a dozen chaos and uprisings intermittently, this Pitt Star has had countless subordinates and even subordinates, but in the end everything is in the past.

It's hard not to be angry at the thought of one of the largest uprisings she's ever launched, ending with her subordinates being bought off by the cold machines of Terraheart.

It's useless, those guys are useless at all!

What I want is more reliable and powerful power, the power to obey only myself and destroy everything!

For a Pitter, it really has to be......

King Eylay!

At this moment, she thought of that legend.

It was only a legend in Pittstar, but it was confirmed in the mouths of those who traveled through this world.

With behemoth wings, the king who dominates the stars, and the strongest subspecies of the King of Aireyβ€”β€”

- King Haipael!

She is chasing such miracles!

Unlike the pet that had crossed with her, but was defeated by humans in front of her eyes, she chased that for hundreds of years, and finally chased a few traces.

The technology of extracting the power of monsters and turning them into ethereal claims like urban legends has finally been confirmed by her efforts.

However, the card that was condensed from the only remaining active extraction from the pet corpse that had been painfully sealed back then was far from the height she expected.

For this reason, she had been following the group of traversers forum before she waited for the news about the 'beta system'.

The same rumor-like untenable news, but it was so familiar to her, she had pursued all the conditions she hoped to achieve that goal for countless years, and she would never give up as long as there was even the slightest possibility, and she even reveled in her own resilience, thinking back to the countdown of history how many people could have such outstanding tenacity as herself!

The more I think about it, the stronger that pride becomes.

Be sure to give that man a sharp knife to the civilization he started!

The evil god of destruction who can destroy the earth is here!

With the resilience and pride of that loser, she wants to give a good insight to all those who look down on her!

"I've seen the resilience of the loser, the sacrifice of everything just as a challenger," "Who! ”

In the pitch-black corridor under the nearly enclosed elevated road, a voice other than her own footsteps suddenly sounded, and suddenly the woman raised her hand, and the rays of destruction from the race shot from her fingertips, towards the source of the sound.

The ray hit the target, splashing out an instant spark, the brief spark reflected the appearance and posture of the two sides, but compared to the posture of the young man, the woman's gaze completely fell on the card blocking the ray at the other party's fingertips.

The card is printed with the figure of a black and red giant, which is hideous and reveals the mottled nature of the card itself.

Ultraman Belial, why is it here!?

"Miss Caroline, have you looked back?" "What?" Caroline said warily.

In a moment's light, she returned to the darkness and quietly assembled a card in her hand.

The card, which is still new to the touch, is called Ace Slayer, and is not an alien from another world born in this world.

Although the effect of direct use is limited, it is better because of the special material, the energy is self-healing, and it is rarely destroyed, which is completely different from the two cards extracted from the corpse of King Eyre and the demon fragments.

Only with this kind of thing in her hand will her heart be more settled.

Even though the Ace Killer had eaten a few rounds of deflated in other cities before, the young man in front of him was still holding the Belial card in his hand.

"Look back at what you've done, look back at whether there has been a cry around you, and whether there is still glory, recognition and expectation."

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

It was just gibberish, Caroline didn't want to take it at all, and even quietly moved her steps, hoping that the other party's poor night vision would give her the opportunity to sneak attack immediately.

"Looks like you think I'm talking gibberish..."

The sigh in the darkness frightened her, and the pendant she pulled out of her pocket immediately emitted a pale green light, which was the jewelry that has accompanied her to this day, a self-defense device made with the technology of Pitstar, and its light was enough to paralyze the opponent.

But it ushered in an unrivaled sharpness.

It was not surprising that the light counteracted with the light, but Caroline knew very well that what she didn't even see was light at all, it was darkness.

The blood-colored darkness cut through the crescent-like silhouette, easily crushing the glow of his hometown and the synchronized light from the Ace Slayer card, and even slicing a few strands of hair flying around his ears before finally sinking into the wall behind him.

Shredded light came out of the walls, making the woman feel like she was falling into an ice cave.

Fifty percent, at least fifty percent!

Monster cards seal the power and spirit of monsters.

It wasn't a complete soul, but it smacked into the most brutal and ferocious side of the creature, enough to shake and even cover the spirit of the user.

It is precisely because of this that Caroline only dares to mobilize thirty percent of her strength.

Admittedly, in order to avoid the surveillance of Terraheart, she never considered the cyber transformation with a chip embedded in her brain, and thus could not eat the protective barriers provided by technology for the spirit.

But she's been experimenting a lot.

The spiritual protection provided by those so-called high-precision chips will still be crushed by the will of the giant beast, unless it is the energy output of those more exaggerated helmets and even protective pods - does that young man have it?

The young man who was half an eye reflected by a ray of sunlight couldn't see the slightest addition of foreign objects, and there was no madness and cruelty in his eyes, but a little... Commiseration?

How can it be mercy?!

Why do you dare to look at me like that!!

Caroline was full of anger, and no longer considered concealment, the card in her hand was completely smeared by darkness, and the beta blade drawn out of thin air was immediately detained by her.

And in this whole process, the young man is still just watching her movements, and his gaze has not changed, but on the light screen that the woman can't see, there is a record of intense conversations that are constantly jumping.

[Aren't you okay?! I want to do it! 】

[Not yet, the printing is not over!] You're not a mercenary yet! 】

[I've blocked her, but I can't do it... How long will it take! The executors who are squatting at other points are about to notice this! 】

【One minute!】 Just a minute! In a minute, the Pact was teleported! Once you sign your name, you'll be able to join the battle as a mercenary! 】

Morrison was also anxious.

[But seriously, do you really want to do this!] 】

[It's all come to this point, what nonsense are you talking about?] 】

[Becoming a mercenary, giving up your studies, being exposed to that darkness, killing for the first time in your life - are you really going to unlock so many achievements in this hour!] 】

Omer's speech box has long said 'The other party is preparing to reply', but Morrison is already busy putting a page of paper into the dialog:

[The contract has arrived!] 】

Omer stared at the floodlit page in front of him and the barrel of the pen that used the source energy to write, and waved his pen.

The brushstrokes are as swift as electricity, and the lines are stable and even.