(Happy Valentine's Day to all)

December 26, 2020 at 7:15 a.m.

Paris.

The "French Dragon Knight" is located in the temporary command center of the Mercure Hotel, and everyone stops moving, as if someone has pressed the pause button, so that the picture is frozen at a certain moment. People are staring at the screen in unison, forgetting the hot coffee in their hands, forgetting the drones they are controlling, forgetting about the situation near the Eiffel Tower, forgetting the cigarettes that are about to burn their knuckles......

Everyone watched in shock as the French Grand Commander turned into a cloud of smoke under the lightsaber of the "Grim Reaper".

The entire command center fell silent, quiet enough to hear the sound of soot falling on the wooden floor.

A bespectacled combatant had a confused look on his face: "I must be dreaming, right? The Eiffel Tower collapsed, the Seine destroyed the left bank and the right bank, and a formation of helicopters was wiped out in a blink of an eye, and now even our French commander-in-chief ...... Dead too?" The man with glasses laughed inexplicably, "No way! I must be dreaming....."

Brigadier General Sarkozy, who was standing in the middle, changed his face from pale to red several times, and he walked directly to the man with glasses, slapped him, grabbed him by the shoulder, and said coldly, "Wake up, Frankie." ”

The slap was so loud in the command center that people came back to their senses, they lowered their heads, some cried bitterly, and some looked at the computer at a loss. Many more continue to look at the screen in despair, helplessly watching Paris become a battlefield for the foreign chosen one.

Brigadier General Sarkozy said in a stern tone: "No one is allowed to spread the image of the Great Commander's confession just now! Violators of military law will be dealt with!"

After a while, everyone reacted and responded in a hurry.

Seeing that the morale was low, Brigadier General Sarkozy looked around and said loudly: "Don't be discouraged, everyone! We still have His Excellency Napoleon VII! He is already on his way!" Brigadier General Sarkozy pointed to the "Grim Reaper" on the screen and sneered, "No matter how strong the Chosen One is, it is shit in front of the Divine General.....

Hearing the names "Napoleon VII" and "Divine General", everyone's eyes brightened again, and the lifeless command center regained a glimmer of life.

"What we have to do now is to entangle him, lock his position, and prevent him from having a chance to return to his main body! Inform the aviation service team and Captain Luerte, be ready to fight at any time, and do our best to intercept the 'Grim Reaper'!"

"No one can escape the sanction of the gods!" Brigadier General Sarkozy roared, "Keep going!"

"Keep going!"

A deafening shout rang out from the command center.

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Franche Air Force Base on the outskirts of Paris.

Two AWACS aircraft, a squadron of Rafale fighters, two squadrons of Puma attack aircraft and four squadrons of Mirage fighters are "elephant walks" on a long runway. Hundreds of fighters formed a dense formation, all of them started, and the roar of the engines shook the heavens and the earth. One after another, fighter planes lined up in close formation, slowly driving on the flight runway, taking off one sortie after another, like a herd of elephants queuing up to drink water. ("Elephant walk" is an Air Force term that describes multiple military planes taxiing end to tail at minimal intervals before takeoff, so that as many military planes can take off in the shortest amount of time.) ）

In the continuous roar, the huge fleet formed a ladder to the sky, and the scene was spectacular, giving people the illusion that they could not forget the edge at a glance.

Soon the French air service team completed the encirclement of Paris, and under the command of the AWACS aircraft, it began to approach the position of death in an orderly manner.

At the same time, the ground forces are also shrinking the encirclement, armored vehicles cannot enter the city, and there are armored hovercraft of the Dragon Knights for urban combat, the three huge turbines on the hovercraft make a loud noise in the sky, and the shadows of aircraft and cannons flow over the sides of the ancient buildings, and people cheer loudly.

The defeated dragon knights regrouped, they rushed out of their hidden spots, and ran down the long street like a black torrent, flooding the streets and alleys, frantically chasing the Grim Reaper flying in the sky, waiting for the final battle to break out......

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(BGM: "In the End" Tommee Profitt / Jung Youth / Fleurie Version)

After just two long breaths, Cheng Mo flew to the Parc Monceau in the 17th arrondissement of Paris. The 3D map shows that the maglev train is about to arrive in this area.

Cheng Mo fell through the air like a falcon at such a speed that it was difficult for the naked eye to detect, and it was very difficult for even the carrier to rely on dynamic vision to capture his tracks. If you want to change to the previous carrier, don't say whether you can use "supersonic combustion" to achieve such a fast speed, even if you can, there is no way to control such a fast speed without the pair of steel wings behind you, and if you are not careful, it will hit the ground and turn into a DNA spiral.

At this time, Cheng Mo didn't have to worry at all, he could not only control the power of the behemoth in his body as he wanted, but also clearly feel the limit of the carrier. Not only that, but the movements that were previously difficult to do in high-speed sports are now easy enough to achieve, and the realm that was previously unattainable with skills can now be easily achieved, and even easily surpassed.

A sense of freedom to do whatever he wanted enveloped him.

Everything turned into numbers in his brain, including his speed, the energy he lost, the resistance of the air, the distance from the ground, and the direction of the wind on the ground...... And so on in his mind, and after brain processing, it was turned into a tangible conclusion and feasibility report.

It's like a plug-in in the game, which not only adds you a variety of incredible buffs, but also plans countless attack methods for you, and the result of each method is also instantly presented in your mind. In response to the attack, all the routes are planned, and the final result is also clearly presented in the mind. All you have to do is choose the best of the best.

It's a strange feeling, because there is a huge amount of data flowing and changing in his brain, but it doesn't interfere with his thoughts, just like there are countless parallel systems in his brain that work together to reach the level of being able to control the world.

Cheng Mo thought to himself: "Probably the human brain is combined with a supercomputer to become a god on the Internet, which is what it feels like." ”

The feeling of being a god greatly stimulated Cheng Mo's body, secreting various hormones and creating a strong sense of excitement. This extreme excitement was entangled with heavy pain, repeatedly invading Cheng Mo's brain.

Just like the taste of "spicy", it is obviously a painful feeling, but it can stimulate the taste buds and make people want to stop.

Cheng Mo remembered that there is a kind of food in his hometown of Shonan called "Sauce Plate Duck", which is made of many kinds of traditional Chinese medicine, even if it is a Spicy Shonan person, "Sauce Plate Duck" is also a perverted and spicy existence. And eating sauce plate duck is the process of finding abuse, but the magic of sauce plate duck is that as long as you start eating it, you can't stop at all, drinking water, drinking, and drinking drinks can't solve this kind of spicy stimulation to the depths of the soul, so you can only continue to eat and suppress the spicy taste that will explode in your mouth at any time.

The more you eat, the spicier it gets, the more spicy it gets, until your lips are red and swollen, and your eyes are teary and swollen.

Probably there is no food in the world that can better explain what it means to be "delicious to tears" than sauce plate duck, right?

"Pain and excitement are not incompatible emotions. No wonder the thrill of killing is able to suppress feelings of grief. ”

Cheng Mo waved his wings and made a sharp stop above Monceau Park. He had already seen the maglev train from the three-dimensional map, he searched, only the cab and the last car were occupied, there was no doubt that the Clown Sith was in the last car. At this time, the train is traveling at 481 kilometers per hour, and it will reach its current position in 20 seconds, about 1.3 seconds on the Monceau Park section, and it will have to use the moment 0.4 seconds earlier to reach its intended position.

"If I could go home, I would definitely try the sauce board duck. ”

Cheng Mo began the countdown.

When he counted to "0", he used teleportation in milliseconds accurately, and in this way he entered the maglev train that was moving at high speed.

What's even more unbelievable is that he also locked the position of the Joker Sith, and appeared behind the Joker Sith out of thin air like a demon god, kicked the Joker Sith down in the exact same posture as just now, and trampled the Joker's green algae-covered head under his feet.

Even the movements haven't changed.

The white ceiling lamp illuminated the empty carriage without even seats, but the position where Cheng Mo stood was a heavy shadow, this shadow was like substance, swallowing up all the faint light of the ceiling lamp, only the long, sharp beak on the mask pierced the darkness, showing that there was something in this darkness.

The clown Sith crawled at Cheng Mo's feet, and found that there was no shadow of Cheng Mo on the ground, he bared his teeth and made a "ho-ho" sound, like a laugh, blood flowed from the corner of Clown Sith's mouth to the steel floor covered with patterns, and the viscous red soaked the silver check, showing a shocking bloody beauty.

"Hey, Selen, you didn't disappoint me......! Can you change the way you say hello next time? Sith the Clown didn't hide his surprise, but there was no fear in his tone.

"Next time?" Cheng Mo sneered, "It's time for everything to end!"

"Sith the Clown, you called me Mr. Sith just now!" the Sith the Clown struggled twice at Cheng Mo's feet, twisted his head, and changed to a position suitable for speaking, "But it doesn't matter, it's just that you don't say 'judgment' to me in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner, you really want to judge...... First of all, you will have to judge your Chosen Associates, who selfishly use humanity as a tool for upgrading, a bargaining chip for exchange, and a sign on the sandbox. In the eyes of all the Chosen One, ordinary people are just stepping stones for them to promote the development of science and technology. While technology has indeed improved the material life of mankind, it has only been used as a tool for the Chosen to fight, and even more sadly, to strengthen the rule of the Chosen One. You see, before, they only dared to live in the inner world by hiding the truth, but now, they can't wait to jump out, because they know that no one can threaten their rule anymore. ”

The Clown's Sith's voice turned angry, and he lay at Cheng Mo's feet, but it seemed to be standing on a high-profile podium.

"Civilization has been incomparably deformed by this group of parasites, people have been fattened by the butter and cola of capitalism, bound by the houses and cars of consumerism, brainwashed by the algorithms of the Internet, and have become shameful and terrible giant babies, they have even degraded their ability to engage in street sports, they are brainless and irritable, but they are so pitiful that they can't even come up with a decent political slogan. Occupy Wall Street also produced at least one of Žižek's brilliant speeches, which were then deliberately distorted by the media. The Yellow Vests have been in business for so long, and they have only allowed the world to see the chaos of France. A few decades ago, young people had political intuition that pointed directly to the essence of class and economics, but now young people are being used as guns by the oligarchs of capital and evil bigwigs, and not only are the people at the bottom hostile to each other, but they are also engaged in a tribalistic neo-Na Purity movement. They have been completely tamed by capital, and their brain capacity has completely shrunk. Sith the Clown gasped twice and whispered, "You can understand, I'm not an excuse, I'm just upset, I'm going to throw some bombs and blow up this world full of garbage." They...... What's the difference with what I do? Is slavery nobler than killing?"

"Stop peddling your cynical theories!" Cheng Mo was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "Just because they are guilty does not mean that you are innocent." ”

"Of course I'm not guilty! I don't create disasters to satisfy my selfish desires! But for redemption! Selen, I'm telling you so much, not to justify myself, I just want you to understand one thing, only death can make human beings reflect! The more people die, the more important the people who die, and the deeper people's reflection will be, so.... I'm going to be a disaster......"

The Clown's Sith's words shocked Cheng Mo's heart, and he couldn't help but think of Christianfield's "Land of the Black Death". That scene was deeply engraved in his mind, especially the scene that happened at the end. The demon Alkan carried seven stone tablets named "Pride, Jealousy, Anger, Laziness, Greed, Gluttony, and Lust" and asked him in the sky: "Judge, who is guilty?"

He replied at the time: "The collective crime of mankind is the last rebellion against the era, so if you want to save mankind, you must destroy this era, and you want to destroy an era..... Only the disaster ....."

"Is all this a coincidence?" Cheng Mo broke out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't help but raise the claws that stepped on the clown Sith.

Cheng Mo felt confused for the first time, and couldn't guess if this was just the Clown's excuse or his true thoughts, Cheng Mo quietly watched the Clown Sith, watching him tremble and get up from the ground. After tidying up his suit for a long time, wiping the blood on his face, combing his messy hair with those gelatinous blood, he looked at Cheng Mo and smiled, "I knew you could understand, Ceren, we are the same kind of people......"

Cheng Mo stared at the Clown Sith with countless thoughts flashing through his mind, and he felt that he must have fallen into a trap.

The clown Sith seemed to be able to see Cheng Mo's entanglement through the mask, he reached out and patted Cheng Mo's shoulder, "Hey, Selen, I know you're sad, your wife is a real saint, I think she died like this......"

Cheng Mo's heart tingled, he immediately gave up thinking, punched the clown Sith in the abdomen, and said coldly: "You think I will let you go?"

The Clown Sith bent down in pain and groaned for a while before he hugged his stomach and said fearlessly, "Why not?" he raised his head and stared at Cheng Mo's terrifying pupils, curled the corners of his blood-red mouth and said, "Dear Selen, I don't want any unhappiness between us. If you think about it, I wasn't the one who killed your wife. Yes, maybe her death has something to do with me, but can you really blame me? I wasn't the one who installed the poison gas device in the underground of Paris! I wasn't the one who ordered the French 'dragon knights' to attack your wife! I wasn't the one who launched the 'War of God'! I even let you go three times and twice and gave you the chance to save your wife, and I'm still your benefactor, even if there is a little fault, it should be offset, right?" After a pause, the Clown Sith licked the blood from his mouth. Yu Gong, if you are really the judge who is over the thirty-third level, you should let me go..... I exist to prompt human self-reflection..... There is no self-interest, but only for the benefit of others...."

Cheng Mo knew that his identity was difficult to hide in front of a talented and powerful chosen one like the Clown Sith, and he didn't intend to hide it, but he just made a fool of himself, looking down at the Clown Sith's bloodstained and distorted face to terror, and asked, "You said that it wasn't you who installed the poison gas device underground?"

"Of course it's not me, I don't have the strength to plant so many gas devices underground in Paris without being detected...... As for who it is, I think you can easily guess it. ”

Cheng Mo couldn't tell if the Clown Sith was lying, but logically what the Clown Sith said made quite sense, and the probability was very high. If the Clown Sith did not deceive people, then the biggest beneficiary of this incident is undoubtedly Napoleon VII, who has just been promoted to become a god general, although he has a hunch, but Cheng Mo still suffered a lot of shock in his heart, he subconsciously asked: "Napoleon VII?"

"That's not what I said!" Sith the Clown stood up tremblingly, he spread his hands, "Anyway, someone contacted Zero, and Zero asked me if I would like to take on such a job, you know that I am a mad dog, a mad dog that everyone wants to use, and I will certainly not refuse to be given such an interesting job when someone arranges me for such an interesting job." As for what happened next....." Sith the Clown shook his head, "I can only tell you I'm sorry...... You know, I'm not a person who makes plans for myself, I hate plans, and I hate conspirators who like to make plans, and I believe in the arrangement of fate, so I set out before Christmas and followed the guidance of fate to Paris. I didn't know you were in Paris, and I wouldn't have known that your wife would be nosy......"

Cheng Mo punched the clown Sith directly on the nose, and the crisp sound of the fracture was particularly clear in the quiet carriage.

The Clown Sith screamed, touched his nose and stumbled to the edge of the carriage, and fell down as if he had fainted, and it took him a long time before he stood up against the wall of the carriage, and he pressed several bloody handprints on the white wall of the carriage. He leaned against the wall of the carriage and shook his head, blood all over the place.

"My wife, she's willing to stand up for strangers in need and risk her life, neither you nor I understand what that kind of sentiment is, but it's not nosy, it's not stupid......"

After wiping a handful of nosebleeds, the clown looked down at his bloodstained hands, shrugged his shoulders casually, and said, "Well, I didn't know that your wife would rush to the studio and interrupt my live broadcast..... You know, you have to create a gimmick and make some entertainment to do a live broadcast, so I told her that as long as she kills you, I'll give her the remote control of the gas device....."

Sith the Clown raised his hand again and wiped the blood that was falling with his sleeve, "Hey! Selen, this is definitely not a conspiracy against you..... I just said it casually at the time, as for what will happen next, I didn't think about it, and I don't care. If you really want to avenge your wife, you shouldn't have come to me! I didn't ask her to sacrifice ...... for those stupid Parisians."

Cheng Mo kicked on the belly of the Clown Sith again, and he rolled far along the wall of the carriage like a cannonball, and blood spat off most of the carriage. He crawled to the wall, leaning against the wall and coughing up blood as if he were coughing up, and said intermittently, "Life...... I... Nor ... Command... The French army... Attacking her, not to mention ... It's called Stargate... 'The battle of God' is so terrible.... Weapons.... Conduct on her... Long-range strikes... You should.... Go and find... Those... Put Paris... Arrangement... into a trap.... The big guys...."

Cheng Mo walked towards the clown Sith, he walked in the air without a sound, and there was no shadow of him on the floor, like a ghost. Cheng Mo grabbed the collar of the clown Sith, twisted the mentally depressed clown Sith, and said in a cold voice: "Say! Who arranged Paris as a trap! Speak out..... Also, hand over the God Gene and the Water Holder, and I can consider letting you go....."

The Clown Sith let out a mocking weird laugh, "Are you kidding, giving you both the 'Water Holder' and the 'God Gene'?" The Clown Sith drooped his head with a blue nose and swollen face, rolled his eyelids and glanced at Cheng Mo, "What do you have a weapon more powerful than the Water Holder, what do you want the Water Holder to do?" The 'God Gene' thing is useless to you, and the lethality rate of injection into the human body is more than 75 percent..... What's more, the 'God gene' is no longer in my hands now. Otherwise, I'll give you some money....."

"Oh, Sith, you think I'm talking to you about business, and you're bargaining with me?" Cheng Mo punched the side of the Clown Sith again, and the scarlet blood squirted out with a yellowed tooth, splashing on an invisible transparent wall, and bouncing back into the Clown Sith's body.

The Clown Sith let out a miserable howl, then grinned silently, and said with a nonchalant expression: "What can you do? I've edited a message about us, and it will be sent regularly on major social networking sites! Selen, you should know very well in your heart that you can't kill me, if you kill me, you will have the reputation of the terrorists in Paris to fight it, and you want to see what will happen if I die?" You will become the target of the whole world's hunting, and what is even more terrifying is that you will never have a chance to wash your name again, no matter how righteous you do, you will not be able to go back to your country, you will be spurned by everyone, even your grave..... You need me, Ceren, and without me, you're going to be a complete joke..... And I also need you, only you..... can make me feel less lonely, like finding a puppy that can bring me comfort....." The Clown Sith raised his blood-covered hand to caress Cheng Mo's cheek, "You see, this is fate, we will become a community of destiny that depends on each other..... Yes, Ceren, we are the same kind of people, don't hide it, join me, as long as you are willing to work with me, I will give you what you want, and I will tell you what you want to know..... Do you want to be a god? I can help you, like Napoleon VI.......I."

Cheng Mo grabbed the clown Sith by the collar and held him aloft, "Sith, don't think of me as someone like you. Now I'm not afraid to say it, I'm actually cowardly, so no matter what plan I make, I prioritize my own safety, and that's why there are those things that happen in the underground bunker. I'm not afraid to admit that the plan failed and had horrific results, killing quite a few people. I had expected this before I did it, but I didn't care what people thought of me! Savage or terrible! I knew that I was not the kind of person who disregarded human life, nor would I have fallen into the same way as you did to rely on killing in the name of introspection to find a sense of existence! Sith! Do you think I will be afraid of being spurned by everyone? From the moment I tried Commander Michelle, I had no fear..... I won't give you much time! If you refuse to repent, I will crucify you....."

The head of the clown Sith was lifted against the ceiling of the maglev train, and now it was his turn to look down on Cheng Mo. His hanging hand couldn't touch Cheng Mo's cheek, so he stretched out his hands and smiled happily, "Cross.....?

"Isn't it a coincidence?" Cheng Mo felt a biting chill wrap around his soul like thorns, and a fear of being stuck in a quagmire and unable to break free was eating away at him, and he grabbed the Clown Sith by the neck, "Don't think you mean much to me.....!

"Hehehehe!" The clown Sith was like a chicken boy who was choked by the neck, his feet were messily landed in the air a few times, until Cheng Mo slightly released his palm, he gasped and whispered in a hoarse voice, "I said, I won't tell you anything.... Useful.... information, of course .... Maybe wait for me someday.... I'm in a good mood...."

Cheng Mo choked the Clown Sith's neck again, pinching it tighter and tighter like an iron hoop, and the Clown Sith's face was flushed, but he didn't grab Cheng Mo's hand and struggled to survive, but instead lifted his shirt, revealing the grenade hanging inside, at this time he was already on the verge of coma, and the spasms made him straighten his legs. The Sith the Clown did not compromise, he trembled and pulled the grenade from the safety ring, and grinned with the last of his strength: "Come on, Ceren, let me embrace the immortal death, and you...... will enter eternal solitude!"

Cheng Mo also sneered: "Lonely..... It's not a punishment for me!"

A ball of light burst into Cheng Mo's hands, illuminating the night like fireworks.

"Sith, you have committed the sin of arrogance, you have been disrespectful to me, you have been cruel to others. ”

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After the light passed, there was a moment of silence in the carriage. Immediately after that, the Clown's Sith's Uloporos and the blue Sword of the Water Bearer fell from the void on the floor of the maglev train, Cheng Mo bent down and picked up the Sword of the Water Bearer and the Clown Sith's Ulopolos, and he said without looking back: "Come out!"

The lights of the carriage sparkled twice, and the majestic figure of Napoleon VII like a lion appeared in the air out of thin air, he had no armor on his body, he was wearing a bright red court suit, and the seven-star scepter in his hand was exuding brilliant brilliance, enveloping Napoleon VII in a transparent bubble, which floated with a faint light, like a rainbow after rain. The bravery of the general and the splendor of the nobility blended in him, like an emperor standing in front of the throne and holding the authority of the world.

"Give your name! I will not kill the nobody!" said Napoleon VII in a deep voice.

Cheng Mo ignored Napoleon VII's temptation, he lifted the water bearer he had just picked up, and said lightly: "Your Highness has found it so quickly, you must have already planned the savior of Fa Lancy." ”

Napoleon VII said with a blank face: "Hand over the water bearer, and then tie your hands and arrest it, maybe you still have a chance to live! Resistance will only make you die worse!"

"Your Highness, the savior is not something that can be done by playing with a little intrigues. Cheng Mo's voice did not fluctuate, as if he was not facing a god general who made the Chosen One talk about it, and at the second when the words fell, the "water holder" in Cheng Mo's hand cut through the bright ceiling, pulling a flash of lightning straight to the head of Napoleon VII.

Napoleon VII raised the seven-star scepter and lit up a golden shield that looked like a substance, blocking Cheng Mo's lightning blow.

This blow was like "the silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron rider highlighted the sound of swords and guns", after the sound of gold and iron, the carriage suddenly fell into a dim state, and only the terrifying killing machine shone in the flickering lights.

Cheng Mo seems to be a little impulsive, but in fact he has no choice, not to mention the blessings of many BUFFs, and an additional thirty percent damage bonus to the god general, in this case, if he doesn't try to kill the god general, then he can only wait until he reaches level 99. There is still a question mark over whether he can rise to level ninety-nine in his lifetime. But the BUFF blessed by Xie Minyun will be gone next time.

Maybe today will be the closest he can get to killing the god general.

As for escaping, that was the worst option, Napoleon VII didn't know how many conversations he heard, and Cheng Mo didn't believe that Napoleon VII didn't guess his identity. If Napoleon VII had guessed it and did not mention it, it would be murderous. If he hadn't guessed it, Cheng Mo would not have taken the initiative to expose his identity, and he would have offered the water holder to protect the carrier.

All in all, for Cheng Mo and Napoleon VII, since they met in this situation, there is no such "brotherhood" as before, which used to drink and talk and give gifts to each other. Both of them are conspirators who prioritize interests, and ruthlessness is the gene in the bones of the two kings. When it's time to talk and laugh, they can talk and laugh with anyone, and when it's time to draw a knife and kill someone, they won't have too many psychological barriers.

So on the surface, the battle seemed a bit sudden, but in fact it was inevitable. Logically speaking, even putting aside the background of the terrorist attacks in Paris, this is a duel that will go down in history.

One is the youngest god general in history.

One is the first super-rank judge in history.

The battle was in a state of white-hot heat during the tentative phase. Although the carriage was narrow, it seemed like an incomparably wide world for the two of them, Cheng Mo waved the water holder like an arm and fingers, and the blue water holder left a transparent water mark in the air, which was like an invisible blade restricting Napoleon VII's movements.

The sound of energy stirring echoed in the carriage, and the "water holder" in Cheng Mo's hand rolled up waves of air again and again, like an impermeable net, covering the tall and strong body of Napoleon VII.

Napoleon VII's head almost touched the roof of the car, but the dodge was light and elegant, like a soft cloud. He danced gracefully in the carriage where there was little room to maneuver, and every time he dodged with a blade that was as fast as lightning, he would sacrifice the golden shield of the "Seven Star Scepter", and every time the water bearer split on the golden shield, he would emit a strong tremor, which caused the high-speed maglev train to tremble violently like a wave. Often, Napoleon VII would shoot cautiously at this time, but as long as the angle and choice of shot were extremely tricky, it was just enough to disrupt the rhythm of Cheng Mo's attack.

Neither of them used any destructive skills in the carriage, but they fought thrillingly. As far as their attack power is concerned, as long as they break through the energy shield or hit the control skill, they can almost all win with one hit. Soon the carriage was full of "hidden weapons" left by the water holders, and those transparent blades covered the entire carriage that had been somewhat deformed like spider silk.

Napoleon VII could obviously break these blades of light that filled the carriages, but he chose to fight and retreat, and fought with Cheng Mo to the penultimate carriage.

There was no superfluous conversation, and the more the two of them fought, the more frightened they became. Cheng Mo was amazed by Napoleon VII's skillful routines, rich experience, almost flawless defensive skills and elusive skill attacks. If it weren't for the fact that his brain had calculated the possible results a few times, he would have inevitably been hit. Although neither man used all his strength, it was clear that Napoleon VII was the kind of master who was good at building up his advantage and eating away at his opponent.

Napoleon VII was even more shocked, the other party's energy was still so bottomless, and under the unscrupulous waste, he didn't see the meaning of convergence, which showed that the other party's blue was far more than he imagined. Lan Duo's amazing is not counted, the small routines and tricks he usually tries and tried, all of them have been flashed by Cheng Mo, you must know that even Athena will suffer from these unstoppable routines, and Cheng Mo, who fought against him for the first time, actually guarded without leaking.

But judging from the way the other party fights, he is not an experienced veteran, and Napoleon VII does not know whether the other party is a genius or has studied him for a long time.

The two people who are gradually getting angry can no longer control their hands and feet and skills, and they also realize that each other relies on each other, and they cannot form an overwhelming advantage.

It also means that the tentative phase is over.

Cheng Mo poured energy into the water holder, and the sword went down with the sound of the storm howl, and everywhere the blue water holder's sword went, everything was broken, even the alloy carriage could not withstand such a strong tear, in the tooth-sore harsh metal sound, opened a long opening, and the fierce wind poured directly in, and the water holder rolled up the broken glass, like a monstrous wave straight to Napoleon VII.

Napoleon VII was so narrow that Napoleon VII could not avoid it, the light of the seven-star scepter skyrocketed, and the shield engraved with the coat of arms of Napoleon covered the entire carriage, the edge of the shield pierced the walls of the carriage, and the cracked alloy walls and tunnel walls sparked dazzling sparks.

The waves of the water bearers jumped onto the shield as if they had souls, and pierced Napoleon VII behind the shield in all directions.

Napoleon VII shouted loudly, and rushed towards Cheng Mo like a brute bull with his shield on his head, and the train carriages were torn open like sugar cane, and the noisy and piercing sound of gold and iron was heard endlessly.

It seems that Napoleon VII's movements are not fast, but in fact they are as fast as arrows, like a sharp golden light straight into the middle of the carriage Cheng Mo, and the golden shield of the seven-star scepter obscured Cheng Mo's vision, so that he did not see that Napoleon VII at this time had risen with golden flames, and even his pupils had turned golden.

This is the most powerful ability of the "Seven Star Scepter", doubling all stats and increasing attack and defense by 30% in ten minutes.

Cheng Mo was not aware of the sudden change in Napoleon VII's power, and while wielding the shield of the water bearer, he was able to control the transparent blade of light that passed through the carriage and slammed into Napoleon VII's back like a swarm of bats. However, the moment the water bearer came into contact with the golden shield, Cheng Mo learned from the sudden explosion of power in his brain that something was wrong, and he was directly ejected by an unexpectedly powerful force, piercing through the connections of one carriage after another like a cannonball, and flew towards the front of the car.

The carriage was so narrow that Cheng Mo had no way to spread his wings to block castration. Napoleon VII didn't give him a chance to breathe, like an appendage, like a torpedo, he clung to Cheng Mo's chest and hammered it across the air.

Cheng Mo stabbed Napoleon VII in the chest with a knife, and the water-bearer, who was as thin as a cicada's wings, came first, as if he could pierce Napoleon VII's chest before Napoleon VII's seven-star scepter smashed into his chest.

"Truth: The Fountain of the Silver Heart!"

The transparent waves of light instantly surrounded Napoleon VII, the SSS skill, the powerful attack skill derived from Einstein's mass energy conversion formula E=MC2 exploded instantly, the silver-white ring circle of light expanded between Cheng Mo and Napoleon VII, and the train carriage exploded like a bubble, and the light illuminated the entire narrow tunnel.

Napoleon VII's sudden change of rhythm caught Cheng Mo off guard. He knew that the energy shield could not carry the "Silver Heart Fountain", so he decisively used teleportation. For him with wings, fighting in a tunnel with a small space is definitely a self-shutting arm, so Cheng Mo chose without hesitation and teleported back to the ground.

However, Napoleon VII, who was experienced and confident enough to be conceited, used teleportation with Cheng Mo at about the same time. Therefore, the two also locked each other's positions at the same time.

The sound of a helicopter came from a distance, and Napoleon VII, who had not spoken, twisted his neck, patted his sleeve, and said lightly: "Mole ant, don't challenge the majesty of the god general!" He held the scepter in his hand, and instantly jumped to the top of Cheng Mo's head, and his knees went straight to Cheng Mo's heavenly spirit cover.

Jumping was not a good attack for the wingless Napoleon VII, especially for his opponent, Cheng Mo, who was armed with a sharp weapon and a water wielder. But Cheng Mo suffered a loss and was not sure whether Napoleon VII had a backhand, so he chose a more prudent concession and avoided Napoleon VII's edge.

However, Napoleon VII, who had just used teleportation, strangely appeared in Cheng Mo's back, his arched knee turned into a horizontal kick, and a kick shining with purple electric light directly hit Cheng Mo's back.

Cheng Mo, who was on high alert, folded his wings to protect his back, and before he flew out, he twisted around and grabbed Napoleon VII's calf, and with the help of force, he picked up Napoleon VII fiercely and threw him to the ground.

But Napoleon VII's change of tactics was too fast, and he forcibly turned his body in mid-air, picked his foot again, and kicked Cheng Mo in the shoulder. Cheng Mo didn't have time to protect his arm with his wings, and the purple electric light instantly rushed into his body, and the paralyzing feeling made him lose control of his body for a short time, and he was kicked by Napoleon VII again, and flew out directly, smashing on a statue in a fountain not far away, and suddenly, the marble sculpture shattered into powder.

"Truth: Medusa's Bloom!"

Napoleon VII flying in mid-air, his long hair fluttering, his golden pupils were also shining, and a dazzling ball of light erupted around him, the ball of light shining with blue electricity continued to expand, and the blue-purple arc continued to flash in the ball of light, like lightning suddenly appearing in the air, and those skills that could be seen or invisible to the naked eye were all turned into a small circle of light on this dazzling ball of light.

Then the ball of light exploded, and countless arcs of electricity spread in the direction where the statue was located, even though it was really broad daylight, the scene also had the momentum of destroying the world, and the blue-purple electric snake instantly smashed the base of the statue into ashes, and even the huge pool of fountains evaporated without a trace......

Cheng Mo, who was hit, consumed a lot of physical strength, originally he was not so seriously injured, mainly because he received an alarm from the main body just now, and there was no fatal threat there, but something must have happened.

Cheng Mo knew that he could not continue to entangle with Napoleon VII, he seemed to have underestimated the ability of the god general, and now he had to find a way to return to the main body.

Cheng Mo was anxious, and Napoleon VII was also anxious. The routine of ambushing for a long time was to severely damage Cheng Mo, but the opponent's defense power was so amazing that it didn't seem to have suffered much damage at all, and the bonus time provided by the seven-star scepter was only seven minutes.

Napoleon VII is not without confidence to defeat Cheng Mo, but now it is being live-streamed, if it can't be resolved quickly, where should the face of the "god general" go?

At this time, Napoleon VII regretted that he should not have chosen to sneak attack in order to find out more secrets just now. Assuming that the "water holder" is in his hands at this time, he believes that the situation will be much easier.

The two of them each had an unsolvable dilemma, the battle stopped for a moment, Cheng Mo stood up from the ruins of the fountain, seeing that Napoleon VII did not attack immediately, Cheng Mo hesitated, spread his black wings, and rose into the sky, wanting to see if he could get rid of Napoleon VII with high mobility, and find a way to save the body first.

Napoleon VII saw that Cheng Mo seemed to want to escape, secretly relieved, and immediately informed Brigadier General Sarkozy to let the Air Force intercept it, and he planned to wait for a little bit of Cheng Mo's blue energy and physical strength to go up to give Cheng Mo a fatal blow, in order to hide his motives, Napoleon VII walked to the helicopter hovering in the sky not far away with "France 1", intending to give an interview first.

Anyway, under the siege, Cheng Mo has nowhere to escape.

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"The target is over Piazza Batino? Isn't that on our side? See how we get rid of him!"

"Hey, guys, don't give anyone else a chance, the honor of the Meritorious Squad belongs to our Seventh Squad!"

"I care more about being able to slap the dragon knights in the face than the meritorious squad, usually they have their eyes above the top and think they are the most powerful, but now they have to rely on our aviation service team when they encounter a little problem....."

"Yes! Show them what real destruction is!"

The team that received the task to intercept in the northwest was the first to encounter death, because of the signal blocking, except for the dragon knight in the command center, the vast majority of people did not see what had just happened in the center of Paris.

This left the members of the Aviation Service Corps unaware of what a formidable opponent they would encounter. Everyone thought that they had an opportunity to make a difference, and everyone was excited to see their opponents coming straight at them.

Even the usually calm Captain Petrus was a little excited, and he couldn't wait to say loudly: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, units, keep the front tracking, don't miss the 'OVERSHOOT'..... Use of air-to-air weapons...... Fire with all your might....."

Despite the contempt in language, Pietrus, a veteran fighter pilot in action, did not underestimate the other party at all, allowing half of the French planes to take off urgently, and also issued unlimited firing rights, what this means, without deliberately emphasizing how serious the situation is.

Therefore, Petrus ordered everyone to throw out all the air-to-air missiles loaded by the Jaguar in one go, and twelve missiles to destroy one target, which was really a bit of a luxury, and even a little fuss. However, as long as you can win, it is worth humiliating the usually high-spirited "Dragon Knight".

When the AWACS aircraft assisted the Jaguar in locking on to the enemy beyond visual range, Captain Petrus shouted without hesitation: "Fire!"

"Notify friendly aircraft that they are firing semi-active radar-guided missiles!"

"Notify your friend that the R550 Magic III. rattlesnake is being fired. ”

"Inform friendly aircraft that they are firing Magic II hatch missiles. ”

"NOTIFY FRIENDLY AIRCRAFT THAT ARE FIRING ASRAAMII. AIR-TO-AIR MISSILES. ”

The attack formation of six Jaguars and the "Reaper" met head-on, and without warning, twelve missiles of various models detached from under the wings of the Jaguar, and these deadly missiles pulled out a white trail in the blue sky and fanned down on the carrier codenamed "Reaper".

And the so-called "Grim Reaper" is nothing more than a tiny black dot on the radar, so small that without the help of AWACS, the Jaguar cannot even lock onto it.

Ten seconds later, a dazzling light erupted in the distant sky, and a small mushroom cloud rose in the sky, and if it were not for the clear weather and excellent line of sight, the pilots on the plane would probably not see anything in the case of over-the-horizon combat.

"It's over so soon?"

"Head, I don't think it's a big deal to launch twelve missiles at once?"

"This is the largest operation of our Air France special service team since World War II, and we can't be too cautious!" As he spoke, Petrus glanced at the radar, the small black dot on it had disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "If you want to blame the dragon knights, those wastes who say this thing is terrible..... He also gave him the code name 'Grim Reaper'....."

"Haha.... What kind of bullshit 'Grim Reaper', I think it's ......."

Berclos, piloting the No. 3 machine, stopped abruptly over the radio, and Petrus called out in confusion: "Berclos, Berclos?"

A screeching siren sounded in the cabin, "Warning! Warning! Too close, too close!"

Petrus glanced at the radar, his scalp tingling, and in the place of the third plane was the glowing black dot representing the enemy plane. He turned his head to look at the wing, and the No. 3 plane, which had been flying on the right side, was nowhere to be seen, and a blackbird, much smaller than the plane, had taken the place of the No. 3 plane, and was flying side by side with them at high speed.

"Urgent, urgent, urgent, the enemy is ...... on my right flank," Petrus howled hoarsely, and he manipulated the jaguar to pull upward, trying to complete a catty loop, so as to maintain the enemy's forward tracking, but just as the plane turned upside down, he saw a terrifying scene of the terrifying black bird standing on the canopy of the fourth plane.

Petrus exclaimed hoarsely: "De Collo, drum fly, shake it off, it's over your head!"

It was already too late, and Petrus finally knew why the Dragon Knight's men called it "Death", but it was a little too late.

In his field of vision, there are images that only appear in superhero movies, and Petrus usually dismisses these bullshit movies that do not talk about scientific logic.

Because in these movies, powerful modern weapons and equipment are all the objects of show. Whether it is a huge aircraft carrier or an advanced fighter plane, they are either abused as toys by monsters, or beaten as sons by superheroes, and even zombies who are not bullshit can rule the world, which is completely unbearable as an active officer who controls a fighter.....

However, at this moment, a scene that only happens in a movie happened before his eyes, the big bird pressed against the canopy, like holding down Newton's coffin board, it stood on the body of a 15.700kg Jaguar fighter, holding a lightsaber, and split the fighter in half. The iron-gray painted jaguar fell in flames and smoke, and teammate De Colo didn't even have a chance to skydive.

Petrus was sweating profusely, and years of training allowed him to pull the trigger of the cannon with his knee-jerk movements at critical moments, and the 30mm cannon pulled a long arc of fire in the air, hitting the black shadow of death in the sky like a noose.

Petrus felt that the other party could not avoid such a close distance, but when the plane returned to its flight attitude and regained its level, the black shadow had disappeared from view. Petrus was already going crazy, he quickly glanced at the radar, did not see the enemy, but saw that the six planes on the radar screen had disappeared four of them, and at the moment, apart from him, the only remaining six plane was quickly fleeing the combat area.

With just one glance, the No. 6 aircraft disappeared from the radar.

There was an explosion in the distance, and Petrus subconsciously murmured, "Oh my God! What kind of monster is this......"

The cabin sounded again with a terrifying siren: "Warning! Warning! Too close, too close!"

Petrus immediately pressed the red "ejection button", and the dull sound of the explosion shook his head dizzy, and the transparent canopy instantly disappeared, and he flew into the air with the chair.

After more than a decade as a pilot, it was the first time that Petrus had experienced ejection, and as a gold medal pilot, he still reflexively curled up his hands and feet to keep his spine upright. The huge overload and the strong air rush rushed into his face, and Petrus felt like vomiting, and his whole body was almost crushed to pieces by a huge force. In an instant, he was pushed higher into the air like a firework by the flame-spewing seat.

Petrus, whose mind was in turmoil, doubted whether he had made the right choice, and the "ejection operation" was bound to make him face the trial of a court-martialed in the future, until he saw his landline pierced by a ray of light when he fell, and he was sweating and glad that he had escaped death.

Just as Petrus drew a cross on his chest and reverently thanked the Creator, he saw the Grim Reaper floating in the clouds.

Petrus stopped making the cross, forgetting the pain around him and shivering in the cold wind.

The black, terrifying creature was standing on the edge of a cloud, looking down at him.

Growing up, Petrus never experienced what fear was, and others were more or less afraid of things, some were afraid of rats, some were afraid of ghosts, and some were afraid of high ......

Perhaps because of his lack of reverence for people and nature, Petrus was never afraid of anything, and in the '04 Indian Ocean tsunami he was on vacation in Indonesia, and when the waves swept in, he managed to finish his steak before getting up.

But at this moment, a creepy horror appeared in his heart. It is engraved with the fear of death in the depths of human genes.

Petrus tried to avoid the blood-red eyes, but his body was so stiff that he couldn't make any moves. His mind went blank, as he watched as the Grim Reaper waved his huge black wings lightly as he looked up to a god. In the sunlight, the scales and breastplate that covered the monster's body shone like a diamond, and it held a holy sword that shone brighter than the sun, and that holy sword had an unrivaled aura. It looked so heavy, so light, so evil, so sacred......

Petrus clearly felt that the other party had seen him, and he closed his eyes in despair.

I don't know how long it took, the parachute opened, Petrus didn't wait for the "death" to come, he rolled his throat, opened his eyes and looked towards the clouds completely, the terrifying "death" had disappeared.

Only then did Petrus know that he had escaped.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, two blood-red eyes appeared in his mind, and he understood that the other party let him go only because he was too lazy to kill an ant......

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The "France 1" helicopter was parked at the site of the battle between Napoleon VII and Cheng Mo, and some staff members were filming the fountain that had been turned into a ruin, while others were interviewing Napoleon VII.

"Miss Amandina, there is no need to be afraid, no one can hurt you with me here. Napoleon VII said softly with a modest smile on his face.

The host of France 1, the beautiful blonde Miss Amandina, first said "thank you", then straightened her suit, looked up at Napoleon VII with a dizzy face and asked, "Your Highness, can I start the interview?"

"Of course. Napoleon VII nodded.

Mademoiselle Armandina approached Napoleon VII with the microphone, looked at him with idolatrous eyes, and asked softly, "Your Highness, can you tell me what you think of this event?"

"The government's response has been disappointing, with no timely evacuation and rescue of citizens, and no way to stop terrorists from running rampant in Paris. Paris is hell now. I couldn't take it anymore, so I decided to take it upon myself to solve the problems in Paris. Napoleon VII said with a serious expression.

"But the strength of the other party seems to be very strong, is it ..... The army has no way to deal with these monsters with superpowers. ”

"I don't think there's any need to demonize the Chosen One, because I'm the Chosen One too. We Chosen One are just like ordinary people, there are good people and bad people, evil madmen like the Joker Sith are only a handful, and righteous warriors like me are the majority. And I have sanctioned the Sith the Clown, and now it is only necessary to kill his accomplices to completely solve this terrorist attack. ”

"Oh my God! what do you mean...... You've already killed the Sith the Clown?"

Napoleon VII nodded, "Yes, I'm very sorry, I acted a little late, mainly because the Zhengfu and Ouyu restricted my movement at the beginning, coupled with the trust in them, so that I didn't get justice as soon as possible, and now that I have realized my mistake, I have to apologize to the citizens of Paris and send my sincere condolences!"

"Your Highness, can you tell us more about the Chosen One? I think the audience is very ...... the Chosen One."

At this time, Amidio came over with an anxious face, he interrupted the interview of the reporter of the first television station in France, walked to Napoleon VII and whispered: "Christophe, it's a little bad, that 'Grim Reaper' killed Captain Lourte, and relied on his high mobility to make trouble everywhere, and now he has destroyed more than 20 planes, if you don't make a move, the whole of Paris will be destroyed by him." ”

Napoleon VII smiled at the location host and said sorry, pulled Amideo to the side, frowned and asked, "How can a super human fly for such a long time?"

Amidio smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know, the dragon knight has been chasing, and he hasn't given him time to rest at all, but his blue seems to be endless....."

Napoleon VII nodded and said in a deep voice: "Okay, then I'll clean him up now!" You say hello to the reporters, watch them edit the program, and I'll come as soon as I go." ”

Amidio walked towards the location team of France 1, and after taking two steps, he seemed to remember something, turned around and asked, "By the way, what about Athena?"

A hint of displeasure flashed across Napoleon VII's handsome face, and he whispered back, "Maurice said he couldn't contact her." ”

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In order to avoid the hordes of fighters, Cheng Mo had to fly quickly between the high-rise buildings, because of the existence of the AWACS aircraft, he did not dare to easily fly to the place where his body was hiding, in case the body was caught by the French dragon knight, then everything was really over.

Fortunately, although there were alarms sounding from time to time on the side of the body, there was no fatal signal, Cheng Mo guessed that someone was carrying his body, and at present, the other party did not attack him, and it seemed that the other party had no bad intentions.

This made Cheng Mo feel a little relieved, but it was not a way to go on like this.

After using ultra-low-altitude flight to get rid of the tracking of the two Rafale, Cheng Mo thought to himself: "Maybe I should take the opportunity to take the risk and return directly to the main body." But in this way, if you are killed when you return to the main body, you will not only lose a chance to die of the carrier, but also lose a lot of experience points, and you will also lose the BUFF...... given by Xie Minyun"

Coupled with the fact that the other party did not act excessively, this made Cheng Mo difficult to choose, and just as the thought of completely leaving the battle in his mind flashed in his mind, the warning was highlighted, and a red dot representing the carrier on the three-dimensional map was approaching him at an incredible speed. Cheng Mo turned around and saw a carrier with golden wings spread behind him, dragging a ray of golden streamer chasing him.

Who was that man not Napoleon VII?

A purple light burst out around the electric current, Cheng Mo dodged sideways, and the purple electric light grazed his body, shooting directly into the pink spire of St. Augustine's Church, the white cross fell down, and the sound of rubble falling along the marble wall was deafening.

Cheng Mo took a deep breath and thought of a way to get out safely. He picked up speed and began to fly along the long street in the direction of the Seine, where there were world-famous places of interest. He had nothing to fear anyway, but Napoleon VII, who wanted to be the savior, might not be able to accept Paris in complete ruins.

Apparently Napoleon VII had also guessed Cheng Mo's intentions, and the two men swept through the middle of the street lined with buildings at supersonic speed, all the glass in their path shattered, billboards either toppled or exploded to pieces, and people screamed and fled. Cheng Mo also took the time to shoot skills from time to time, and he didn't shoot Napoleon VII, and focused on the buildings that looked ancient.

And Napoleon VII had no choice but to stop it. The two men chased one after the other and fled, scurrying around the streets of Paris. The Rafale, Jaguar and Phantom can only be kept high in the sky, and they cannot fly at ultra-low altitudes in the city like Cheng Mo and Napoleon VII.

In front of everyone, Napoleon VII also threw himself into a trap, and did not dare to use large-scale lethality to intercept Cheng Mo, as a god, he could only follow Cheng Mo with grievances to see who could not hold on first.

When Napoleon VII flew around the periphery of the core scenic spot of Paris with Napoleon VII and flew towards the Royal Palace, Napoleon VII finally couldn't help it, and if it continued to be consumed like this, it would be an incomparably heavy blow to his credibility, he took a deep breath, suppressed his anger that had nowhere to vent, and sent a private message to Cheng Mo.

"Cheng Mo, stop! Don't make mistakes that shouldn't be. ”

Cheng Mo was actually very anxious, but he pretended to be calm and replied: "Your Highness, you said that you want me to die a miserable death, I am just running for my life." ”

"I don't chase anymore. I don't want to force you to make more mistakes. ”

Napoleon VII paused and hovered over the Bibliothèque Nationale de France, where at his feet were the famous "Richelieu Quadrilateral", four glass-walled corners that glistened in the sunlight and looked like a gate to the sky. And Napoleon VII, who spread his golden wings, was in the midst of it, and he was completely holy and glorious Archangel.

Cheng Mo also stopped, and he flew to the building opposite Napoleon VII. Stand on the edge of the railing, like a sculpture. Dressed in darkness, he is completely the image of the fallen angel Lucifer, in contrast to Napoleon VII, full of divine evil. Cheng Mo doesn't care that his style doesn't look as great as Napoleon VII, as long as the buff is strong enough, it doesn't matter what kind of shape he looks like.

The angel and the fallen angel looked at each other from a distance of dozens of meters, and Cheng Mo said lightly: "As long as you tell those early warning planes not to lock me, it's not impossible for us to get together and disperse like this." ”

Napoleon VII pondered for a moment before he spoke: "We should not have met under such circumstances, and that is why I have not debunked your name." ”

Cheng Mocai would not believe Napoleon VII's nonsense, and he said lightly: "I don't want to fight you in this situation. ”

"Some of your conversations with the Joker Sith at the beginning made me misunderstand you, which is why I wanted to kill you. I've just learned a few things again, and I think we should have a good chat and clear up these misunderstandings....."

Cheng Mo sneered: "Have a good chat, will you give you time to let the 'Staff of God' lock me?"

Napoleon VII said with a straight face: "I have no right to command the Stargate to use the 'Staff of God'......"

"It doesn't happen overnight to build trust, first you have to get me out safely. ”

"Okay!" Napoleon VII nodded, "but I need a water bearer, I can exchange the Sanxingdui Scepter for ...... with you."

Cheng Mo's heart was stabbed again, but he sneered casually: "Sanxingdui Scepter for Water Bearer? That's not enough......

"Tell me, what more do you want?"

"Four SSS skills and Sanxingdui scepter ....." Cheng Mo opened his mouth without hesitation, although the sword of the water holder is precious, it is a chicken rib for him, and the water holder can only exert its full power in the hands of the god general, so it must be a must for Napoleon VII. And the meaning of Sanxingdui Scepter for Huaxia and Cheng Mo is completely different, and you can add five SSS skills to make a bang.

Napoleon VII clenched his fists and said coldly: "You are giving up the friendship of a god general." ”

"Friendship? Inquisitors don't need friendship. ”

Napoleon VII was silent for a moment, stiffened his face and said fiercely: "Okay." ”

Saying that, Napoleon VII initiated the transaction, putting the four SSS skills and the Sanxingdui Scepter in the trading column, Cheng Mo glanced at it, "Hercules' Grip", "Deep Cold Shelter", "Scythe of Holy Light" and "Annihilation", he was in his heart, this is not the four skills of Joseph Arman, who is ranked twenty-third in the heavenly list.

Presumably Joseph Arman had died at the hands of Napoleon VII, Cheng Mo knew that now was not the time to feel nostalgic, so he put the "Water Bearer" in the transaction column, and then clicked Confirm, and when Napoleon VII also clicked Confirm, the transaction between the two was completed.

Cheng Mo turned off the trading light curtain and said unhurriedly: "Your Highness, if there is nothing else, I will leave." ”

When Napoleon VII learned that Cheng Mo was a super-rank judge, he had already made up his mind to kill Cheng Mo, but now was not the time, and he still gave up the idea of fighting Cheng Mo with the "water holder", and stabilizing the situation was the most important thing at the moment. So he whispered: "Hurry up and leave France, if you still dare to come, I will not show mercy!"

Cheng Mo turned his head and looked in the direction of the Eiffel Tower, but did not answer.

"Remember my warning. ”

"Thank you for your generosity!" After a pause, Cheng Mo said lightly as if he remembered something, "By the way, I almost forgot to congratulate you on becoming a god general...."

"Congratulations also on receiving the 'Singer's Horn,' Your Excellency the Inquisitor!" said Napoleon VII.

Cheng Mo turned around, spread his pair of black wings, and when he was about to leave, he half-turned his head, the sun shone on the cold beak mask, the long black beak shone with a lonely color, like a scythe harvesting empty souls, and he whispered, "I'll go to the Eiffel Tower to see a few more times." ”

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