Chapter 139 138.Are You Still Satisfied?

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"Your Excellency, Advisor, I will not be bothered, but ...... It's past the time you've told to wake you up. ”

The advisor heard a knock on the door, and gradually woke up from a state of complete shut-down.

He was in a lavish room, lying on a fluffy chaise longue, similar to the one in a psychiatric treatment room, next to a high-end record player and genuine vinyl records, playing a melodious and soothing symphony.

There is also a glass of precious red wine with only a few sips next to it, highlighting the elegance and luxury.

But when he didn't feel the weight of his arm, he lifted it up and saw that the entire right forearm had disappeared, and the remaining half of the arm also showed signs of melting, like a half-burned candle.

This is his new body that he only changed last night, young and strong, and he has not undergone [enlightenment] at his request, but his body is tattooed with various symbols and patterns, and the whole person looks black and white, showing a crazy and evil temperament.

These tattoos are all designed to enhance inspiration and spiritual power, at the cost of sacrificing some reason and cognition, but in the case of consultants, they are just right.

It's just that these tattoos should be temporary new tattoos, and some places are still oozing blood, and some bloody strangulation marks can be seen on the wrists and ankles, which destroy the artistic value of this tattoo.

Apparently this body had previously put up an unusually fierce and painful resistance.

But even so, the consultant was still very satisfied with this new body, and now that it was inexplicably damaged, he couldn't help frowning, and asked in a low voice:

"Did anything happen during my slumber?"

Because of the peculiarities of his body, he had to rest every once in a while, and enter a deep sleep state where he could not dream, and his mind completely stopped for ten hours, and he needed to enhance the quality of this sleep with the help of elegant music.

This was a choice he had made when he was in the seventh order, and if he changed his life form to the very convenient way he is now, he would naturally have to bear the corresponding price.

He can only use this very inefficient means to adjust his state, regain his strength, and maintain the stability of his mental condition.

Normally, he doesn't make any moves during his sleep, and for ten hours, his entire body functions will completely stagnate, like a dead man.

If the body moves, or if there is some kind of change, it means that something is abnormal.

And it's not just this new body that makes him quite satisfied with the abnormality, but also his sleep time-

The advisor glanced at the wall clock in the room, it was almost 8 p.m., much later than he expected to wake up.

At that moment, the advisor heard another knock on the door.

"Your Excellency, Advisor?"

"Please come in."

The advisor was not impatient and sat up from his recliner.

The blacksmith who had received him walked in with a large pile of small notes stating the latest information gathered by the 'Free Fashion' Society.

But as soon as the blacksmith spoke, he first cleared himself of responsibility:

"Your Excellency, you have finally woken up, I have tried to wake you up several times before, but I have not received a response, so I dare not rush in......"

"I know, it's not your problem, it's that I've had some special circumstances."

The advisor didn't anger the man, but glanced at the small note in his hand.

The blacksmith hurriedly explained:

"This morning, there were more than a dozen weird 'accidents' in the city in a row......"

He gave the advisor a rough description of the situation, and the advisor listened patiently.

Then he looked down at his melted right arm, and said:

"In my slumber, my power went out of control unplanned."

As he spoke, he glanced at the time again, and then said decisively:

"Retreat, the Order's men should find me soon."

"Ah......h

The blacksmith was stunned for a moment, and he didn't quite understand the situation.

Yesterday, it took a long time to appease this evil star, and he was trying to use his famous fox and fake tiger power to make some benefits from the other forces in this dungeon, why did he turn around and retreat?

But the advisor would not explain the reason to him, but continued to order:

"Split up, remember to bring my record player and vinyl records."

The blacksmith did not dare to question the other party's decision, so he could only beckon his minions to pack up his things.

But the 'Free Fashion' association has been operating in the dungeon for many years, and it has been a big business, even if it only takes him more than two hours to clean up the valuables and soft goods.

But the advisor has long since disappeared......

Damn, this unrighteous monster, why don't I just write an anonymous letter?

The blacksmith had another impulse in his heart.

However, he still didn't dare to really write, and he didn't dare to ignore the 'advice' of the consultant, so he could only greet his subordinates angrily, scatter the people, and scatter and flee.

He himself took a few cronies dressed as blacksmith apprentices, and with his most valuable possessions, chose the fastest sewer and fled to a speakeasy in the west of the city.

The bar was still full of demons, and a large number of young people from the west side of the city were indulging in it, and no one disturbed them.

"Looks like we're moving pretty fast, ahead of the hounds."

The blacksmith said, beckoning his men through the back door of the bar to a remote alley where steam trucks were ready to run away.

Strangely, the place where the truck was originally parked was empty, and only traces of engine oil remained, proving that it once existed.

"Where's my car?"

The blacksmith suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The next second, he heard a series of uniform metal grinding sounds around him.

It was the sound of a rifle being loaded......

Then, a bright light descended from the sky, enveloping the blacksmith and the apprentice, and dozens of guns peeking out from the streets and alleys and the windows of the houses next to them, forming a network of crossfire, covering any angle from which they might dodge.

You can also see several cartoon-style animal masks.

The hunters of the Court of Grace have completely surrounded them.

"......"

The blacksmith couldn't help but curse.

The current situation is already clear, and the so-called 'sudden loss of control' of the advisor has really attracted the members of the Order, and it is faster than expected.

"Grab your hands or kill yourself right away."

A cold order came from the Hunter of Grace.

Before the blacksmith could make his choice, one of the apprentices behind him raised his hands and shouted:

"Don't shoot! We...... I give up! I know who you're looking for, but the 'advisor' isn't there...... Belch...... Wow!!! ”

Before he could finish his sentence, he fell to his knees and began to vomit blood until he vomited all his internal organs.

It is clear that the advisors have planted some kind of curse on these people and have never really believed in them......

In his eyes, the 'free fashion' association may not even be regarded as an outcast, but just a dispensable ant.

At this moment, the blacksmith also wanted to raise his hand and surrender.

But the apprentice on the ground was tumbling and convulsing in pain, but he was relieved of his luck.

If you choose to resist, you may die, but you also have a chance to escape.

The main target of the Holy Grace Court should be to encircle and suppress the consultants, and it is likely that he will not invest too much combat power in a small minion like himself, there should be no high-ranking powerhouses here, and with his sixth-order strength, he may be able to fight his way out.

If you choose to surrender, you have to face the horrible and strange curse of your advisor, and die an extremely painful and miserable death.

The blacksmith figured out the key in an instant, and immediately raised his hand and shouted:

"I surrender! I give up! ”

But the spiritual power in his body is secretly mobilized, ready to fight to the death.

As the sixth order of the [Pain] system, he has two powerful skills: [Pain Gaze] and [Pain Suppression].

The former can tear a gap in the encirclement for himself; The latter can transform his injuries into strength in a short period of time, bursting out with amazing combat effectiveness.

As a result, his surrender appeared to be less sincere.

The Grace Hunters, on their part, shot decisively.

Bang ~ Bang ~ Bang ~ Bang ~

Dense gunfire rang out one after another, and the blacksmith was soon shot several times.

And the apprentices behind him were also injured to varying degrees, and the most powerful one was directly shot into a honeycomb.

But the blacksmith did not perceive the power of the [veto] in the wounds on his body.

This means that these people are all rookies, and they can't even infuse their strength, and they can't stop themselves at all.

"If you have a chance, come with me and kill all these hounds!"

The blacksmith let out a loud cry and turned the injuries on his body into strength, and the muscles of his body bulged high as if they were inflated, and he instantly turned into a muscular monster.

The bullets from the hunter's side could no longer hurt him, only a small scratch on his hard-as-iron skin.

"It's too weak, it's too weak...... It's time for you to feel the real pain! ”

The blacksmith let out a sinister laugh, jumped to his feet, and pierced the wall of the nearby house with a punch, grabbing the hunter who was hiding behind him and loading the bullets, and twisted it with his hand......

He felt a refreshing and crisp feel in his hand, and the whole thing suddenly became more violent, jumping up and down for a while, releasing all kinds of [pain] abilities, and killing the Holy Grace Hunter to the ground.

Gradually, he was completely immersed in the thrill of killing, and his reason began to gradually become unstable, and he could no longer remember how many people he had killed, only that a mountain of corpses had been piled up behind him.

Hundreds? Thousands?

It doesn't matter, he feels that his current state is incomparably good, and it is the highest peak since his debut.

He even had the confidence to kill all the ants of the Brilliant Order!

In this way, the blacksmith kept killing over and over again.

Until an old man who looked like a butler suddenly appeared in front of him, nodding at himself, and then asked:

"Are you still satisfied with this [story]?"

(End of chapter)