Orc Tyrant

In the gloomy warehouse, Klein is approaching the representatives of the Citizen Temple in an unofficial capacity. The reason why the other party is willing to accept him is naturally not his title of "Benedict Empire Wanted", but that he represents another one. Power.

Even though the shadow prince has many hostility, the Citizens Temple admits that this legend is the only one who is particularly "good at" against Ok, and they desperately need each other's experience and support.

Even if you pay a lost price.

Of course, this does not mean that there is trust between the two parties. In fact, the representatives of the Citizen Temple are not official figures, but members of the organization that specializes in secret affairs.

"I know. Our order is to wait—"

Klein shook his head, wanting to reject the other party's proposal to let the Shadow Prince directly join the battle, but he stopped again.

The air in the warehouse changed drastically.

No one was firing, but suddenly the area was filled with the smell of gunpowder, ozone, and fuel.

There was a scratching hissing sound from the metal frame around it, as if a crazy correspondent had cut the communication record and re-glued the tape, and then played a random recording.

Screams, gunshots, explosions of dozens of different weapons.

Klein may be able to recognize them from the gunshots in this instant, but he lacks the familiarity with the tools of death like the Shadow Blade, and can at most deal with this random sensory explosion in a few seconds, and then the storeroom is full. people.

This is not a good experience.

Witnessing a body forced through the void will leave a weird bad taste in the mouth, like an alternating current passing through your skin, a capsule slowly releasing toxins in your intestines and stomach.

It felt like a long time, it was a slow torture.

But this is in a flash.

At the last moment, there were only Klein and the other two representatives, but the next moment was not.

It is as if a certain big hand took everything within a radius of twenty meters, and then placed them here.

The jet black armor was hot and trembling due to the recent violence, and the smoke enveloped them, not yet dispersed in this brighter air environment.

Yellow sand and a small pile of bullet shells were scattered on the ground at their feet. All the evidence showed that they were still in battle just a moment ago, but now they are as calm as relics.

No one was prepared for what happened next.

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of firepower cut through the air, sweeping through the stainless steel box, hinge clip and seal.

Klein reacted in a timely manner, but a burst of scattering still left scorch marks on his arm armor.

Immediately after that, a bullet shot through the chest of a certain flesh and blood body, and exploded from his back, leaving an arm-long hole.

The general representative didn't even make a sound when he died.

Before Klein finished dealing with what was happening, another representative had reacted quickly. He turned his gun at the inexplicable enemy, but was struck by the "blood blade" across his neck, spraying a burst of blood. And white meat.

Everything is still.

Klein looked around as if he had been hit by a grenade.

"What just happened?"

He saw the corpse, and the people with different heads fell beside him. They were still talking ten seconds ago.

"what have you done?"

The slender shadow ignored the inquiry and walked towards Klein.

The former imperial night blade could only kneel on one knee, dizzy with fear and respect.

His head felt that the world was spinning out of control, and he knew that only one person had the means to carry out a flawless mass teleportation like the one he had just witnessed.

The Shadow Prince has become stronger than before.

It's also more cruel.

He closed his eyes, not daring to face what he saw, his mouth was full of bitterness.

When he fled the empire, he had already made an oath that he would never get involved with those dark and sneaky things again, but the facts proved that he could not do it.

The other person's steps are very light and light, so light as if they are floating on the ground, the walking posture seems to be just a habit, an unnecessary ritual.

After that, the shadow squeezed Klein's head in his iron fist, and the heavy pressure caused Ye Jian to lower his head.

"You did a great job, Klein."

Klein didn't understand that everything he had felt before, the return of certainty, the belief in a just battle, all this flowed away from his hands like radioactive dust.

"I thought we would help them."

"No, I told you that they will help us."

Shadow moved his hand away, and Klein raised his head, frowning, as if he had done something necessary but disgusting.

But he couldn't see the other person's face, only a shadow.

"As I did in Tyre,"

After a pause, the other party gave a final explanation,

Klein lowered his head, this time it was his volition.

Now, he understands.

But he didn't expect... it would be like this.

The shadow drifted away from him and came to other places in the warehouse. He was checking the "goods". Klein was not only negotiating, but also trading.

Use all your own intelligence to exchange necessary weapons and equipment with the other party.

After leaving the Benedict Empire, Shadow Blade also lost its source of supplies and must be replenished elsewhere.

"We don't have much time."

A soldier walked up to the shadow prince, put a long box on the stainless steel container, and then opened it.

Suddenly, the fluorescence of the screen illuminates the entire warehouse.

Klein looked up and saw the destruction wreckage filling the monitor.

The retaining wall that had not been bombed and annihilated began to slowly deform under constant pressure, and the shock waves from the explosion of the giant bomb spread throughout the wreckage field, pushing large pieces of metal—some of which were still tens of meters wide—to the edge of the screen.

In Klein's eyes, watching all this is a perverted and painful act, as if standing on the shore of a huge sea battle, watching the wreckage wash ashore.

What disturbed Klein was not the destruction of the war, nor was it disturbed by the fact that the Citizens Temple obscured their true intentions, nor was it because he was suddenly black in the transaction. In the organization he once belonged to, there was no shortage. A dark secret that has been completely forgotten.

No, he was upset because of the man's trembling calmness in the face of destruction.

His melancholy expression was as dark as a corner where no light could shine, and Klein watched the explosion dotted the edge of the city, advancing step by step towards the center of the city.

A factory, almost invisible in the smoke of gunpowder, disintegrated in a seemingly slow motion, while a tall chimney shattered like glass that was hit.

"We tracked hundreds of signals below the city, some of which were particularly strong, as if a big fish swam into a small waterway in the city."

The soldier in charge of carrying the video receiver reported with a calm slur that he was reading a piece of data, as if it were a freight bill.

"There are good reasons to believe that Guk may be under our feet."

"Like what it would do."

There was a deep laugh from the shadow, and his eyes seemed to be beating between the temporary monitors, or he was just looking at the tall arched bars, and in that moment glimpsed something that a mortal mind could not penetrate.

"So why, lord?"

Klein stood up, his words gathered everyone around him, but his face looked dark.

Night Blade stands here, his hands clasped in front of his breastplate, his scabbard and holster are empty, just under his feet.