Don't confiscate my citizenship

In the winter, the port area of ​​Brillda was filled with a biting cold wind mixed with misty snow.

The snow covered the scattered containers, and the heavy clouds cast a shadow on this gray area hidden in the corner of the city.

"Damn it!!"

In this steel maze composed of containers and narrow alleys, a tall figure was running away.

At this moment, Maguire was trying his best to avoid the agents of the Imperial Special Operations Department who were chasing him relentlessly.

Maguire was agile and agile as a leopard. He was wearing a light gray winter coat that he had stolen after escaping from prison last night. This outfit made him look integrated with the environment in this cold winter day and difficult to be discovered.

He shuttled between the containers, sometimes climbing to high places, and sometimes sneaking into the shadows.

Maguire still didn't know why there were rubbings of Professor Landry's research results in his home. He was caught off guard by the elite of the Countermeasures Department led by Red Falcon Nicola.

Now he was more and more suspicious that it was Dax who framed him!

As for the Red Falcon, Nicholas, the hawk, no matter how he explained, he would not listen. He did not believe that Dax was a traitor at all, and only wanted to arrest Maguire.

Maguire cursed in his heart.

He turned the corner of the alley and saw several shadows approaching him quickly. Their heavy breathing and the crunch of boots on the snow came in the cold wind.

The elites of the Countermeasures Department of the Imperial Special Operations Department were chasing him.

Maguire knew how difficult it was to deal with this group of well-trained elites of the Imperial Special Operations Department.

They wore dark blue special combat uniforms and were equipped with the most advanced magic equipment of the Imperial Weapons Department.

The leader was a tall team leader with tight short hair.

"Search carefully! Director Dax has ordered that Maguire must be arrested today and must not be allowed to affect the Moon Goddess Festival."

The team leader gave orders using the communication magic card while chasing.

His voice was hoarse but majestic, echoing in this cold port.

The agents followed the orders of the squad leader and began to search the factory area in an orderly manner.

They were familiar with Maguire's characteristics, and Commander Nicola Red Falcon had long known Maguire's hiding route. As long as Maguire dared to make a move, they would surround and kill Maguire as soon as possible.

Although Maguire, the cunning fox, could always slip through their fingers with his superb anti-reconnaissance ability and clever use of the environment whenever they forced him into a desperate situation, Maguire's road was getting narrower and narrower, and he was about to go to a dead end.

"..."

Maguire's figure was close to the crumbling steel frame, and then disappeared in the narrow gap between the containers.

His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, looking for all possible cover and breakthroughs.

The loose snow splashed under his feet, and he always kept his balance, moving like the wind in this dangerous steel jungle.

The wind howled throughout the dock, and the rusty containers became more gloomy in the gloomy sky, and crows made shrill cries from time to time.

A few minutes later.

Maguire finally got rid of the pursuing special agent team and hid in a narrow and deep corner of the alley.

He leaned against the mottled brick wall, his strong body like a wolf avoiding hunters.

"Where are the reinforcements... Why haven't the reinforcements come yet..."

Maguire gritted his teeth and suppressed his anxiety.

It was not surprising that the blood clan could not support him during the day, but he got the news that there would be blood clan partners to pick him up.

He quickly scanned the surroundings, looking for the next escape route.

With the help of the faint morning light, he analyzed the surrounding environment.

The towering abandoned buildings were like silent giants, and the intricate pipes were connected into a spider web that stretched across the sky, winding between the buildings.

Maguire's eyes finally fell on a path leading to a distant harbor. Both sides of the path were dilapidated and rusted containers, entangled by dead vines. It was almost the last few paths that could still see hope.

However, his intuition told him that it was also dangerous to go there.

There might have been a siege set up by the imperial agents.

But if he didn't leave, he would be surrounded here soon.

Over time, the siege would only get tighter and tighter.

Judging from the scale of the pursuit and the momentum of the agents, they were determined to capture him today, regardless of the cost.

Maguire forced himself to calm down.

As the captain of the action team, rational thinking is often more important than blind action in times of crisis.

As long as he escaped and went to Blood Moon City, he would have the opportunity to overthrow Duke Dax and Red Falcon Nicholas sooner or later and make a comeback!

After making up his mind, Maguire quietly stood up, turned into light gray lightning and quickly sank into the unknown path.

As soon as he started to move, the footsteps of the agents behind him were approaching.

Just as Maguire was planning a new escape route in his mind, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

The new military standard ammunition made of forbidden magic steel flew past his ears and shot into the container behind him, splashing a piece of rust and echoing with a bang.

"Damn, Nicola, bring all this new equipment out."

Maguire cursed in a low voice and instinctively dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the second shot.

It seems that the agents have discovered his whereabouts and are ambushing on the top of the container.

With amazing reaction speed and agility, Maguire dodged left and right during the sniper.

Maguire knew that he had to hide in the blind spot of the sniper's vision and find cover.

He pounced on a dilapidated container, smashed the heavy door open, and shuttled between them.

With a sharp metal friction sound, Maguire got into the container and barely avoided another round of sniper support from the Imperial agents.

Maguire let out a long breath, leaned against the cold wall of the container, and felt his heart beating violently in his chest.

Deep in the dark alley, several figures wearing combat uniforms of the Imperial Special Operations Department quickly followed.

The short-haired team leader glanced around coldly and gave orders to the communicator.

"Section Chief Nicola, request support, all members of the second team pay attention, the target has been transferred to the fourth area, repeat, the target has been transferred to the fourth area. The sniper team will be in place immediately and must catch him at all costs."

The sound of machinery and footsteps intertwined, which was particularly harsh on this quiet winter holiday morning.

No one in Brillda knew that a fierce battle was going on in the gray area of ​​the port area.

Maguire's superhuman physical ability made him so fast that it was difficult to catch with the eyes, and his escape was unexpected.

He did not continue to break through the outer perimeter of the port area, but ran towards the prosperous central area of ​​the city without hesitation.

"Is he crazy? That guy actually ran to the downtown area!"

The leading team leader was stunned when he saw Maguire's route of action, and then realized his intention.

If a riot was caused in the downtown area, not only would the mission be equivalent to failure, but they themselves would probably be severely punished.

"We must stop him before he enters the downtown area!"

The agents urgently accelerated accordingly.

And Maguire already knew this area well. He nimbly shuttled between the intricate alleys and high-rise buildings, jumped onto the old fire ladder, and passed through the narrow culvert.

Boom!

Several dull explosions rang out, and billowing smoke instantly engulfed the alley. The air waves caused by the explosion shook the bricks and tiles on the wall and the snow on the ground was also blown away, drawing white arcs in the air.

The sudden increase in firepower caught Maguire off guard and hit him hard. He rolled on the ground for several rounds before he could release the force.

He raised his head alertly.

"Nicholas..."

Maguire crouched in the shadow of the container, his chest heaving violently, and white mist overflowed from his clenched teeth.

He looked around and saw more than a dozen agents from the Countermeasures Department surrounding him.

All the teams finally reunited.

"Maguire, this is the end. Please come back with me, or do you want to suffer a little here?"

The leader, Red Falcon Nicholas, stepped out of the crowd from the back of the team. His hat brim was still pulled down, and the magic gun [Fiery Light] flashed a cold metallic light on his arm.

He raised his hand to signal the agent beside him, ready to fire and suppress Maguire at any time.

"Hehe..."

Maguire's laughter answered him,

"You damn low-level creatures, you don't know what you are fighting against!"

The power roared in his body, and the excited nerves were ignited by the hope of survival.

The next second, the fire broke out between the containers!

Maguire suddenly attacked, and pounced on Nicholas like a raptor hound, wanting to kill him as soon as possible.

Nicholas did not mean to take it hard, he took a step back, and the magic barrier of the troops opened.

The rest of the elite agents joined the battle circle, and the Empire's standard magic device unfolded around the container, forming a light blue crystal net, completely blocking Maguire's offensive.

The invisible pressure field enveloped him, and Maguire immediately felt that his limbs were entangled by invisible shackles, and his movements became slow.

"Did you even bring the [gravity field]?!"

Maguire roared at Nicholas.

"You have no chance of winning."

Red Falcon Nicola said, and the agents surrounded by magic mechanical dolls behind him also controlled these dolls to quietly spread the [Optical Maze], and the colorful magic projection filled Maguire's vision, making him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The figures of the special forces appeared and disappeared in the light and shadow, making Maguire completely unable to grasp.

Anxiety filled Maguire's heart.

Before he could think of a countermeasure, the fighter holding the mechanical heavy artillery on the top of the container in the sky had already clasped his hands, and the light wings expanded rapidly in the dent of the heavy artillery.

The glow of the muzzle was like a divine soldier from heaven, carrying a mighty force, smashing down on Maguire's head!

The sound of the collision resounded throughout the port, the earth shook, and thunder continued to stir between the containers.

Smoke and dust rose, and sand and gravel flew.

A large pit with a diameter of several meters suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield.

The bottom of the pit was muddy, and the scorched earth with steam almost completely submerged Maguire's figure.

"..."

Red Falcon Nicholas did not relax his vigilance at all, his eyes were like a hawk staring at its prey.

Maguire slowly stood up in the pit.

His jacket became tattered, but he was hardly injured. His eyes became brighter and brighter, as if they were about to spit fire.

Nicholas knew that the seventh-level Maguire could not be fatally injured so quickly, and it would take a long battle to wear down his life to the point where he could be captured.

The fire in the factory area of ​​the Brillda Mafia occasionally burst into the sky, illuminating the dim sky.

According to the treaty with the military, if a prisoner enters the Brillda Mafia's area, the Brillda Mafia will not interfere with the military's mission.

Although the several gray areas outside the capital city-state barrier are historical issues, after the pacification and reconciliation after the "bloodbath day" many years ago, these are now the neutral areas specially licensed by the Krei Empire.

"Nicholas, I must kill you!!"

Maguire fought unyieldingly under the heavy siege of magical agents.

As time went by, he became more and more frustrated.

Nicholas the Kestrel and his agents cooperated tacitly, and the layered defenses made Maguire's movements more and more restricted, making it difficult to parry and counterattack.

Maguire gritted his teeth and tried hard to find a breakthrough, but no matter where he looked, there were only the black muzzles of the combatants and the barrier spread out by the magic equipment.

A ball of silver light flashed and disappeared into the team of agents besieging Maguire in the blink of an eye.

Before anyone could react, this strange liquid metal was like a wild beast unleashed, wreaking havoc among the people in the Countermeasures Section.

Miserable screams came one after another, and blood splattered all over the iron walls of the container.

The agent who was attacked was like a cake that had been bitten into. The body and lower limbs suddenly disappeared, leaving only the incomplete torso, which was lifeless.

The remaining agents who responded were only slightly injured at best.

"Defense, concealment!"

Nicholas the Kestrel shouted loudly, looking horrified.

The agents quickly withdrew, distanced themselves from the terrifying silver liquid, and put on alert postures.

The magical instruments shone ominously in the hands of the agents, illuminating this bloody arena.

Maguire was also shocked and soon turned to laughter.

There were footsteps from the other end of the container.

Looking over, I saw a figure wearing silver robes walking slowly, followed by several high priests in similar attire.

He stood there, raising a finger with one hand, controlling the silver alchemy beast, wearing a pure white robe, like a sacred and evil statue. That pure white was not a symbol of purity, but an almost pathological state. As pale as the color of death.

Black pearls hung around his neck. The beads were like life. They swayed gently on his chest, making a tiny crashing sound. The silver staff he held in his hand had a body like a snake's spine, coiling upwards, with a A crow with wings spread.

The leader's robe trailed behind him, drawing a long trace on the snow.

"Nicholas, do you feel it? This chill is the preview of your death today."

He spoke, his voice low and melodious, like the sound of midnight bells, with a hint of bewitchment.

"I heard that you have been looking for me, so I came to see you today."

With the appearance of this group of people, the air became thick and heavy, and there was a hint of acid rain in the breath.

The combatants of the Empire's Special Operations Division instinctively felt the danger. The squad leader's combat goggles already showed the identification information of the silver liquid life just now——

【Decay Split Beast】

[Category: Summoning Card]

[Level: Orange Epic]

[Attribute: Alchemy/Corrosion]

[Level: 7]

[Effect: Immune to 90% physical attacks. Contact attacks and contact attacks will cause the effect of devouring living bodies, and split into new small individuals, lasting for 1 hour. 】

[Note: Become one with me and let you regain your life. 】

"Montillo, the Holy Son of Decay..."

The squad leader's pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression became terrifyingly gloomy.

As a subordinate of the Countermeasures Section who followed Nicholas to track down the recent murder case, he was very familiar with this guy.

The cult of the Resurrection Church, a well-known outlaw who had been on the wanted list for a long time, suddenly came to them on the day of the Moon God Festival.

"Sure enough, you are all in cahoots."

Nicholas the Kestrel looked at this scene, his cold eyes mixed with anger.

He has been hunting the Rotten Branch for a long time, and their goal is obviously not just revenge on the Imperial Special Operations Office.

What the real rotten branch wants to do today is to rescue Maguire and kill them in the process.

"Kestrel, are you happy to see me?"

Montillo, the Son of Decay, grinned in an almost unnatural arc.

He waved his pale fingers lightly, and the silver liquid on the ground immediately gathered and squirmed, spitting out a split body half the size of his body, which turned out to be the face of the combatant who had just been swallowed.

"Resist not, submit. Throw yourself into the arms of death and find eternal peace."

Montillo opened his arms and showed a half-smiling expression.

The high priests behind him were also ready to destroy the Countermeasures Section.

"..."

Nicholas the Kestrel did not panic and looked around slowly. The trauma and fatigue left by the battle were clearly visible.

"It's not up to you to make a break between you and me."

Nicholas said coldly, the elite magic agents formed a formation to face the enemy and aimed their weapons at the crazy believers of the Church of Resurrection.

Maguire's fate is irrelevant at this moment.

Protecting the dignity of the empire and crushing the abyss of conspiracy are the top priorities.

"Maguire, get up."

The Son of Decay, Montillo, gave an order, and the silver alchemy beast bolted towards the imperial agents.

"Finally here."

Maguire wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and looked at Nicholas the Kestrel with a smile.

How arrogant these guys were just now, how desperate they will be later.

Unfortunately, these agents of the Countermeasures Division did not even have the opportunity to see the true horror deep in the empire now.

Being foolish and loyal will only make them die inexplicably!

There was a loud sound of heavy firearms and smoke rising everywhere.

The entire dock was in chaos.

With the addition of Montillo, the situation in the battle changed dramatically.

This spiritual leader of the cult seemed to have brought the fire of karma, igniting the fanaticism of the followers of the Resurrection Church.

They roared, raised their weapons high, and rushed towards the imperial agents like a group of bloodthirsty beasts.

"The top priority is to maintain the gravity field. Don't covet the life of the corrupt high priest. Prioritize the two seventh-level ones!"

Kestrel Nicholas gritted his teeth and directed his men to face the enemy.

Facing the large number of people and the violent offensive of the corrupt archpriest, the imperial agents soon fell into a bitter battle.

This is not the most fatal. The most dangerous thing is undoubtedly that the Son of Decay, Montillo, and his Silver Alchemy Beast are too powerful when facing enemies that are weaker than him. Once attrition is caused, they will be able to escape from this gap. It began to collapse, quickly causing his alchemy beast to split into more individuals, completely defeating the formation.

Nikolay the Kestrel looked at the acidic mist rising from the ground in the harbor.

The corrosive magic of the Son of Decay is also large-scale, and even the magic barrier is difficult to completely block it.

Montillo waved the staff in his hand, and light green mist sprang out like a poisonous snake, corroding and distorting the air wherever it passed.

The agents' defense line gradually began to cough up blood in pain in this rotten mist.

"You just hit me, the leader of the action team, so hard, didn't you?"

The change in the situation gave Maguire an opportunity.

Taking advantage of the agents being attacked from both sides, Maguire suddenly attacked.

His steely fist hit the agent closest to him, and with the sound of bones breaking, the figure flew out heavily and hit the container.

"Fill the spot."

Nikolay the Kestrel knew something was wrong but had no time to care about anything else. He could only command the combatants to replenish the front line.

"Nicholas, did you ever think you would be where you are today?"

Maguire smiled sinisterly, his eyes flashing with the joy of revenge.

"The villain succeeds..."

Nicholas the Kestrel wanted to ignore him.

All we have to do now is find a way to break out.

If anyone can help them now, the only one is Barton, the leader of the Brilda Mafia.

Being stronger than Barton Hall, the former commander of the Guards, might be able to change the situation, but Barton has already broken with the military and will no longer interfere in their disputes.

"You wouldn't expect the neutral mafia to step in and help you, would you?"

Montillo, the Son of Decay, smiled, and his magic power turned into a big net, and the corrosive wave crashed down on Nikolai's head.

A dilemma.

Nicholas the Kestrel knew that fighting hard would lead to death.

He gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Everyone retreat! Regroup!"

Nicholas the Kestrel signaled the surviving agents to evacuate the battlefield as soon as possible, break out to the city, and restore communication signals.

As long as they enter the city, they can call for help. Even if they cannot be rescued, it is possible to block this group of cultists in the gray area and finally eliminate these lawbreakers.

"Don't leave in such a hurry."

Monty chuckled slightly, and more Miasma spurted out from his staff, chasing after the scattered agents.

Many agents were still hit by the attack, and the poisonous mist corroded their bodies. They soon began to slow down and were caught up by the rotten priests, starting a new fight.

"Nicholas, it's hard for gods to save you."

Maguire approached, his face full of sarcasm, appreciating the good show.

He had been surrounded and suppressed for so long, and now he could finally come to Nicholas without any hindrance.

"..."

Kestrel Nicholas gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He also has a few hidden magic weapons on him. Even if he cannot pose a real threat to Maguire, he will fight until the last moment.

There is no other way than to admit defeat.

Maguire raised his fist.

About to give Nicholas a fatal blow.

Suddenly I felt the wind blowing behind me!

The next second, Maguire felt like the world was spinning, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting the container heavily.

The container burst apart and collapsed like dominoes, creating huge craters on the ground one after another.

"Who?"

Montillo also stopped and looked at the uninvited guest warily.

The smoke and dust cleared, and a man in black stood quietly in the mafia alley.

"I know, I've caught up."

The man hung up the special communication device in the Mafia's shielded area and didn't know who he was communicating with.

He stared at the Son of Decay and Maguire, with his back to the morning light, his face hidden in the shadows, only a pair of ice-blue eyes shining brightly in the snowy sky.

"Barton...?"

Nicholas' eyes widened and he looked at the figure in disbelief.

This dangerous man from Brilda—

The leader of the Brilda Mafia.

In Brilda, he is the underground emperor of Brilda who scares smugglers and avoids the police.

Why would you break the rules and come to help him, a secret agent?

"I'll explain later."

Patton did not look back at Nicholas. He did not need to let the enemy on the opposite side hear their conversation.

He just walked over slowly, and the sound of metal friction reached everyone's ears.

It was the soft sound of various knives on his waist, and the cold light loomed in the wind and snow.

Slowly, the shadow on Barton finally faded away, allowing people to clearly see his dark gray hair and ruthless eyes.

He wore a pure black windbreaker robe, a brown leather waistband, a black shirt and vest, with dark red patterns on the cuffs and hem. He could ignore the terrain and pass through any obstacles.

The black cape and coat are probably all made of special magic vibration knives.

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the mafia leader Barton had been infinitely magnified in the enemy's eyes.

In the next frame of the perspective, Barton was close to the Son of Decay, and even his movements were silent and swaying.

Barton made a move, so fast that it was dazzling. He didn't even draw his weapon. He relied on his combat experience to hold down the staff of the Son of Decay, Montillo, and the fist of Maguire.

Barton crossed his hands, and the two knives drew a cross in front of him. Instead, there was a burst of sharp sword energy, which intertwined in the air into a net and slashed towards the chests of the two.

The deafening sound of metal collision resounded throughout the port, shaking the ground.

Maguire and Montillo flew out at the same time, smashing two long gullies on the ground and plowing countless cracks in the concrete ground.

Barton stood still, surrounded by a faint blade shadow, and even the snowflakes were cut by him.

"You shouldn't have made a move..."

Montillo, the Saint of Decay, supported his staff and used a shield to defend against the previous attack.

Maguire was obviously not as calm as Montillo.

He already had a hideous knife wound on his body.

Maguire didn't care about resting, and fought back with all his strength. His fists were as fast as lightning, and almost left a trail of afterimages in the air and blasted towards Barton.

Barton and Maguire fought again between the containers. Every fight was accompanied by a loud noise of the container being cut off, which was particularly harsh in the quiet winter festival outside.

Not far away, the Saint of Decay, Montillo's face was as gloomy as water.

He stared at Nicholas with a cold gaze, and the dark green magic gathered in his hands into a rotating vortex, exuding the smell of rotten blood.

"..."

Nicholas's heart was alarmed. He could see that the Saint of Decay was only targeting himself.

The corrupt priests who were fighting hard with the Imperial agents actually gradually gathered towards Montillo.

They surrounded the agents layer by layer regardless of casualties and cut off support for Nicholas!

As long as the commander Nicholas is beheaded, the combat effectiveness of the elite of the Imperial Special Operations Department will be greatly reduced.

"Maguire, hold Patton for me, and others, cover me to kill that Imperial lackey!"

Montillo, the corrupt Saint, gave instructions and orders.

This mafia leader Patton is really too strong.

But it doesn't matter, his real goal is to kill Commander Nicholas.

Mafia leader Patton can't force them to stay alone.

"Okay!"

Maguire responded and moved, full of resentment.

It's good that Patton doesn't come to backstab Nicholas.

There is no reason for the Brillda Mafia to help a spy chief like Nicholas!

Maguire launched a frantic interception attack on Patton, and each punch was with the force of wind and thunder, and was determined to submerge Patton's figure.

At the same time, the corrupt priests also rushed forward and suppressed the agents to buy time for Montillo to kill Nicholas.

"..."

At the critical moment, Barton glanced at Nicholas's situation expressionlessly, raised his arm and drew a semicircle in the air, and dozens of sharp blades flew out from his cloak.

The container was cut in half wherever the sharp blades passed.

The rusty steel plate fell apart like tofu and fell to the ground.

And Maguire was also cut by the air blades and was covered in wounds and blood!

In the interval between the battles, Barton threw a string of flying blades to force Maguire and the corrupt saint in the distance to retreat, and mixed with one of the crystal cards also flew towards Nicholas.

Red Falcon Nicholas steadily caught the crystal key of the mafia.

The two briefly exchanged glances, and Nicholas instantly understood what Barton meant.

As long as he had it, Nicholas could enter the Hasselport Building, the headquarters of the mafia.

In the core area with the forbidden barrier, Nicholas can better avoid the enemy's pursuit.

Red Falcon Nicholas did not have time to hesitate, and immediately turned around and ran towards the direction of the Harthel Port Building.

If he continued to stay here, it would not be of much help to Barton, but if he started to run, there was still hope that he could follow the enemy's wishes to lead away the Saint of Decay, Montillo, so that Barton could gain an advantage and protect his subordinates.

In any case, he could only believe in Barton's instructions now.

"Want to run? Not that easy!"

The Saint of Decay, Montillo sneered, and chased after him like a shadow.

While Barton parried Maguire's attack, he threw three spinning blades and locked them accurately on Montillo.

Montillo groaned and stopped, and could only dodge the three magic blades that would track him, and finally let the silver alchemy beast protect himself, turning into metal armor to block the blades.

"Patton... just wait for your mafia to be wiped out by us."

Montillo was determined to kill, but he knew that now was not the time to fight Patton.

Seeing the figure of Red Falcon Nicola getting farther and farther away, Montillo chased after him without hesitation.

Nicola shuttled through the maze of containers, trying his best to get rid of the god of death behind him.

Montillo, the son of decay and corruption, chased after him relentlessly, and his corrupt blood magic turned into a ferocious beast that rushed through the containers. Wherever he passed, the steel was penetrated as if it melted and scattered all over the ground.

In just a dozen seconds, the container area had become a purgatory, with broken walls and ruins everywhere.

Until the son of decay and corruption, Montillo, stood on the container, the cold wind rolled up his silver robe.

He was motionless, his eyes of death searching for the traces of prey in this forest of steel.

The location where they fought before was indeed not far from the square area where the Hasselport Building, the headquarters of the Mafia, was located, so Barton was able to rush over so quickly, and Nicholas was not slow either, as he was an imperial assassin known for his agility.

"Nicholas, you are like a trembling rabbit, trying to hide from the hunter."

Montillo, the son of decay, spoke, his voice was terribly calm, but with a hint of creepy pleasure.

Normally, it was Nicholas the Red Falcon who tracked down their decayed branch.

Now the roles were reversed.

He was both happy and full of resentment.

"Do you think you can escape my pursuit by hiding behind these broken copper and rotten iron?"

Montillo, the son of decay, walked slowly forward, his leather boots stepped on the wreckage, making a creaking sound.

Wherever his corrosive gas reached, steel turned into powder and the container collapsed.

Although releasing such a large-scale indiscriminate attack will consume a lot of magic power, the damage is not so fatal.

But Nicholas will eventually be unable to bear it and crawl out of the hole like a mouse.

The silver liquid alchemy beast is also wantonly crashing and destroying, searching for the red falcon Nicholas.

"Nicholas, the game is over, this square is your destination."

The son of decay, Montillo, slowly raised his staff and pointed to the looming Hassel Port Building in the distance.

The building is towering into the sky, and it looks particularly solemn and solemn in the wind and snow, like an unreachable salvation.

Of course, he knows Nicholas' plan.

There may be a turnaround if he takes the crystal key of the mafia leader to the headquarters of Hassel Port Building.

But this distance is a natural chasm for Nicholas. The son of decay, Montillo, will not let Nicholas run to the headquarters of the mafia, Hassel Port Building, to ask for help from the Empire Special Operations Department.

"No need to hide anymore. I will kill you before Barton kills Maguire."

Montillo, the Saint of Decay, counted the time with his fingers without lowering his head.

Maguire, a seventh-level warrior, has an extraordinary vitality. Even if there is no hope that Maguire can defeat Barton, Barton can't think of getting around Maguire quickly.

Just waiting makes him a little restless.

The struggle of the red falcon Nicola only makes him feel ridiculous.

If his [Decay Splitting Beast] can split more, Nicola should be able to force out faster.

It's a pity that there are no patrolling mafia today.

If the mafia still has miscellaneous soldiers, they can just be swallowed and transformed by the alchemical beast, and a new alchemical life form can be separated to track Nicola.

Or maybe Barton didn't let his subordinates come out to die.

I can't find a few living materials that can be made into art statues.

Since coming to Brillda, Montillo has been patient for a long time. Looking at those happy families but unable to make them more beautiful, he feels empty inside.

"People are born to be corrupt, and only works of art can be eternal. Why don't you understand me and label me a lawbreaker..."

The voice of the corrupt Saint Montillo was filled with the eagerness to kill Nicola.

There was no chance to hold a feast at will, and only good food like Nicola could relieve hunger and thirst.

The sound of footsteps on the snow sounded.

It immediately attracted the attention of the corrupt Saint Montillo.

He looked in the direction of the Hasselport building of the Mafia.

"..."

Montillo gradually frowned.

Two young men who seemed to have taken the wrong road were coming out of the Hasselport building, like ordinary citizens who had strayed into the heart of the Mafia.

Their walking posture was a bit unrecognizable.

One put one hand in his pocket and waved his arm backward.

The other put both hands in his pockets and looked down.

It seemed that they were trying to play the role of two Mafia members.

"I'm really going to work today with the mood of visiting graves. I hope no one will mess with me."

"Serve the people, help others, love what you do, specialize in what you do, because we are kind."

He didn't pay any attention to the corrupt Saint Montillo in the distance.

"..."

The Corrupted Saint narrowed his eyes.

You two think this is your living room?

Very good.

Here come the two losers.

"The decision is yours."

The Corrupted Saint walked towards the two with a grim smile.