To Four Thousand Years Later

No one thought that Michelot, the strangler, would dare to do such a thing—on the day he was pardoned from execution. Michaelot has escaped from prison.

But he didn't escape. It was killed alive.

"Back! Back!"

The guard in the prison called Costly: "Go call someone! Let the adults know!"

"No. I'll go find them."

Michelot lowered his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "I'm going to accept the electric sentence...

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The captain of the guard ignored the man who seemed to be insane, and just roared angrily: "Don't approach him, he is very dangerous!"

He was about to stop halfway through his words.

"Sorry, sir.

Michaelot bowed slightly to him, and said in a low voice: I think I'll have to kill you here.

"Because my **** said... I can't die here yet.

His hands were behind his back, with slender but tough black threads wrapped around his fingertips.

These black threads penetrated the walls of the narrow corridors and pierced from all directions, tightly strangling the necks of the guards, and fixing their hands and thighs in the air in awkward positions that were powerless.

Afterwards, Michelot sighed softly: "You are innocent. You should not be sentenced to be hanged. As soon as the words fell, his fingertips tightened slightly. Those black lines suddenly tightened inward and shone sharply." cold light.

The necks of those prison guards were cut in an instant. Blood soaked the black thread in the blink of an eye, staining it with a dark red sheen. Blood dripped from the intersection of the black lines, outlining dots and splashes of wild red on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the passageway of more than 30 square meters has become a **** on earth. As Michelot took each step forward, the light in his eyes grew brighter...and his back became more curved instead.

He didn't leave the prison gate—but stepped into the great shadow. When Michaelot walked out again, he had already left the prison and came to the street. People didn't even realize who it was, they just passed him by. until the armed forces arrived. While blocking the surrounding area and shouting to Mikarot from the air. Only then did they realize that something was wrong, and a look of panic appeared on their faces. However, not many people fled in all directions—most of them stayed not far away, looking curiously at Michelot, who was expressionless like a puppet.

Because they hadn't seen the bodies in prison—otherwise they would never have been so bold.

"Stop, Don Michaelot!"

The leader of the support force holding the trumpet shouted sharply: "Don't make mistakes!"

Michaelot just sighed.

"You also know that I am wrong...

"You killed so many people, of course it was wrong!"

The leader replied without hesitation: "Not only is there a mistake, but it is also a heinous crime!"

…Mikelot smiled gratifiedly: "So let me go, you are a sensible person."

"There is an order from the council, you can't go anywhere!"

"No, I have to go to court.

He murmured in a low voice: "These people are also guilty. It's not fair for them to say that I am not guilty of death....

"Then, since they cannot justly sentence me to death, I will condemn myself.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the armed forces who quickly set up roadblocks.

"What crime have you been convicted of? It doesn't matter what you say!"

"Then, let me ask you one last time." Michelot said blankly, "Justice or loyalty, which side do you choose?

"Accompany me to the courthouse...or is it my crime?"

The leader gritted his teeth and clenched his right fist without hesitation.

It was aimed at Michaelot's head and it had the shooter's name branded on it. It is enough to see what a brilliant and confident shooter the person who fired it was. But Michaelot just tilted his head slightly. During the very short time the bullet was flying in the air, Michelot had only time to lock it with his eyes.

The next moment, the world in Michaelot's eyes stagnated. He seemed to hear a vague sigh...

Just trust me, Michaelot.

A thought sounded in his heart like lightning.

yes, my lord.

He responded without hesitation.

As Leonardo, who was far away in the Theocracy of Solomon, closed his eyes, a white brilliance suddenly ignited in Michaelot's blue eyes.

The next moment, countless shadow lines pierced from the ground around him, piercing the bullets through the air with incomparable precision!

The bullet was not even half an arm away from Michaelot's forehead—and after being pierced by the shadow line, it flew forward for a very short distance along the inertia.

Then, it lost all its kinetic energy, and was instantly pulled below the ground by the cold black line, swallowing it up.

Michelot just stared at this scene silently, without any emotion in his eyes. He looked down at these people who were taller than him with indifferent and clear eyes, as if a **** had descended into the world.

"Plan No. 3!"

without hesitation. The captain of the armed forces stepped back and waved

As soon as his words fell, the most elite troops of the Frankish Parliament immediately lay down in the bunker and fired at Michelot. There are even two machine guns, and a chasing gun that has been set up.

You know, less than 20 meters behind Michaelot, there are onlookers watching the excitement.

"Mikelot" looked solemn.

"Don't you even care about the safety of civilians?" He whispered, "It seems that you have made a choice.

While he was whispering, there were also endless sea anemone-like thin black threads stabbing out under the ground around him, biting every bullet precisely. Then they were thrown aside like throwing garbage, and "Mikerot" raised his head slightly, and the mortar shells were pierced by countless black lines in the air and detonated!

"Let's call it a day." He sighed.

The next moment, countless shadow threads emerged from those people's feet, from their cuffs, and from their necklines, connecting together and running through the joints of their bodies. The entire street was once again silent.

Afterwards, "Mikelot" clenched his hands behind his back slightly.

It was different from Michaelot's method of use—he didn't suffocate them to death by slowly tightening the black wires, but cut one of the black wires cleanly.

The next moment, countless black lights flashed in the air.

Everyone was cut into pieces by the invisible shadow line in an instant.

Although it looked extremely cruel and bloody, the victim did not even feel the pain for a moment.

The veil of blood and corpses rose up in an instant, and even temporarily blocked the sun.

Under the shadow, Michaelot's body melted again.

And where he disappeared. Blood poured down like rain. He only left one sentence: "Notify them, come to the court to find me.