Sanctuary Paradise

Chapter 425 The performer's 'strategy'

A minute ago, another part of the Vatican.

Zheng!
On the street, a bloody sword light shot up into the sky, cutting off the pavilion in front of him and dozens of rock guns that dropped from the sky.

"Hahahaha! What? Is this the only thing that the dignified black sword can do?!"

A voice full of arrogance and provocation sounded from below. Between the gaps in the building, there were blood lines on his face. With an arrogant and domineering expression, Blood Prison swept the long knife in his hand over his shoulder and looked at the line in the distance. The figure that was approaching quickly and exuding astonishing pressure mocked unscrupulously.

Phew—! !

A rock gun with a length of more than ten meters flew from a distance, blasting through the buildings and accurately attacking the blood prison on the ground.

Seeing this, Blood Prison did not hesitate at all. With a thought, the blood lines on his body lit up slightly, and his speed instantly accelerated a lot, turning into a bloody afterimage that shuttled through the city.

Boom, boom, boom, boom——! !

Pillars of dust and haze that were tens of meters high rose in the city. The rock guns were like intercontinental missiles bombarding the ground like crazy, bombarding the otherwise neat streets and ground. Got to pieces.

"Kekeke...hahaha...hahaha! It's over? Yes, it's indeed over!"

procrastination?

Since he was about to enter the world of Hellsing, Blood Prison had naturally investigated the intelligence a long time ago, and the Black Sword offensive in front of him was obviously not on the same level as the violent and torrential bombings shown in the intelligence that could feel oppressive through the screen. .

——That was not a human figure at all, but an earthen puppet wearing black armor!
really!

I don't know if it's his imagination, but he always feels like... the black sword's attack is like releasing water?
No, it can't be said that he was released. There is no doubt about the power of those rock guns. As long as one of them is hit, even with his health and defense, half of his blood will be gone in an instant.

Clearly.

The attack... no, it wasn't against him! !

When Blood Prison saw this, a cold light flashed across his pupils. Without any hesitation, the blood lines on his body lit up, and his whole body turned into a thin blood line. It passed a distance of hundreds of meters in an instant, and came to the man wearing black armor with a knife. In front of the figure.

Hearing the words from the performer's mouth, Accardo was slightly startled. However, before he could react, the performer suddenly grinned and spit out a cold character:

Peng——! !

'Is it possible...'

And almost the moment he made this move, the dark figure in mid-air subconsciously planned to make a move to distance himself.

……

Om-! !

He could basically see everything that had just happened. The guy named Sanxie had already had the advantage, but then the monster named Black Sword suddenly appeared, and with a raised hand, the guy named Sanxie evaporated. in this world.

'I always feel like something is wrong...'

Almost as soon as the words fell, four violent soul waves suddenly erupted from different directions in the Vatican. A chain made of soul energy broke out from the performer's chest and rushed in a certain direction. go.

"It seems like it's over over there? What, Performer, are you also planning to take over?"

"Don't panic, Lieutenant Schrödinger, have you forgotten what the performer Sir asked us to do?"

The Blood Prison slashed open a rock spear and looked at the figure in the distance who seemed to be chasing him, but when he thought about it, he seemed to be keeping a distance from him. , his eyes moved slightly, and a guess suddenly appeared in his mind.

"This is……!"

Blood Prison, who had avoided the attack by moving at high speed, glanced at the scene behind him, with a flash of doubt in his eyes.

The smile on the performer's mask, which was blasted into the wall as if he was unconscious, trembled unnaturally. He slowly raised his head, his pupils full of madness.

……

A voice with a hint of fear and trembling sounded from the screen. On the screen, a boy with cat ears could be seen standing in a pavilion, peeping from the window at the distant scene.

boom!
There was a loud bang that seemed to shatter the whole world, and a black and white color bloomed from the city in the distance that was originally covered in dark green.

Vatican, ruins of bell tower.

The next second, a series of chilling laughter sounded, like sandpaper repeatedly rubbing against metal:

boom!
The extremely corrosive blood energy collided with the dark pressure, and the dark pressure was blasted away, revealing the truth of the black-armored figure shrouded beneath it:

A voice full of madness slowly sounded from Accardo's mouth, and the dark bandages slowly fluttered in the air. The vampire looked at the white masked man who was blasted against a wall in front of him, with his head raised and a look of embarrassment. said with a laugh.

The next second, the blood energy exploded, and a scarlet sword light passed through the air with a dazzling trace. The bloody figure faced a rock gun that could instantly kill ordinary second-level contractors, and aimed at the dark streak in the air. The figure rushed away.

Above the Vatican, in the main control room.

——The real problem lies in the pressure of the opponent's offensive.

"Hey, Uncle Major! You never told me that what we have to deal with this time is such a terrifying monster!!"

"Everyone be careful! The black sword is heading toward——!
In just a moment, Blood Prison already understood that he had been tricked by the other party. He immediately opened the communication channel and was about to notify everyone when a chill suddenly rose from behind him.

As a result, Blood Prison took a deep breath, stopped for a moment, and a circle of blood lines appeared on the ground under his feet.

In the main seat, the major looked at the black-haired young man on the screen who did not hide his presence and stood there with an indifferent expression like a god. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile:

"The exciting part has just begun~!"

"Thank you, Accardo, for delaying with me for so long, so that Black Sword can safely pick other people to attack!"

"start!"

Xue Yu looked at the scene behind him, his breath suffocated, and all the hairs on his back stood up, and then...

Elsewhere, Blood Prison looked at the soul chains rushing out of his body, his expression changed slightly, and he looked at the direction where the chains gathered, and he instantly understood something in his mind.

Vatican, black sword, attack...

The final brigade, the reminder, the plan...

"Performer, ha! What a performer!!"

Although it is not clear how the other party quietly arranged these back-up tactics on them.

But Blood Prison is more than 90% sure that the purpose of the performers from the beginning is to use them to attract Hei Jian's attention, and use the life of someone among them to lure Hei Jian into the trap!
And as if to confirm the conjecture in his mind, the next second, a dark pressure soared into the sky from a distance, colliding with the soul chains in mid-air.

Also sounded was the indifferent voice of Black Sword:
"I see, is this your plan?"

"Sacrifice a chess piece in exchange for a chance to trap me for a short while?"

"It's just...ridiculous."

The sound composed of soul fluctuations reverberated crazily in everyone's minds, and what the Blood Prison cared more about than this sound... was the dark pressure rising into the sky in the distance.

Om-! !

[Tip: You have been affected by the oppression effect of [Wang Wei], the physical consumption speed increased by 109%, the body defense value decreased by 109 points, the resistance value was 109 points, and you received 179 soul damage per second]

The dark pressure spread instantly like ink dripping on the water, swallowing up the entire sky above the Vatican. The strong stinging feeling in the soul made the expression of Blood Prison change slightly, and he decisively released his blood energy to fight against it, while watching. A new reminder pops up at the edge of your vision.

[Tip: Because the contractor has blood abilities, the current blood strength is 59 points, and 54.3% of the [Wang Wei] oppression effect has been exempted]

Hell, with 109 points of aura strength, how high is this guy's willpower and soul strength? !

Blood Prison felt the blood reserves that he had taken out and were being consumed rapidly. He glanced at the prompts on the edge of his sight and cursed the monster in his heart.

The judgment of aura skills is very straightforward. Without actively releasing one's own aura for confrontation, the percentage of exemptions represents the difference in aura intensity between the two sides.

It is not that Blood Prison has never encountered enemies with particularly powerful auras, but in his impression, even the third-order overlord-level unit he had seen in a certain native world only had a coercive strength of over eighty. That’s all.

After all, although there are a lot of ways to improve pressure, if the willpower and soul strength are not enough, it is impossible to withstand such huge pressure! "No, I can't stay here anymore! We have to stay away from this guy!!"

In less than a second, Blood Prison made a quick judgment and decisively turned into a bloody afterimage, flying away from the source of the dark pressure.

Although he can temporarily resist the erosion of the opponent's coercion by relying on his own blood reserves, once the blood reserves are exhausted, it is simply impossible to rely on his 59 points of basic breath strength to bring immunity effects at nearly points per second. How long does it take to stand in the soul damage point.

"Is this the strength of an outer-level monster? A guy who is not strong enough is not even qualified to stand in front of it?"

Blood Prison looked at the dark pressure filling the sky, a flash of shock and strong desire flashed in his eyes.

What if such power could be obtained? Why should he worry about not being able to stand in paradise? !
……

Vatican City, Xicheng District.

Om-! !

Dark pressure rose from the black-haired young man in front of Anderson. Anderson looked at the black-haired young man in front of him surrounded by soul chains, and couldn't help but feel a strong desire to kneel down. Fortunately, in his mind, His reason stopped him from doing anything and reminded him of what he should do most.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment, I will kill you right away..."

"No need, Anderson, these chains cannot be broken free by physical means, and..."

The black-haired young man who was chained in place calmly blocked Anderson's move, then glanced at the shadow beside him and said:
"Even if he can do it, he won't let you do it."

"?!"

When Anderson heard this, his pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction the black-haired young man was looking. Only then did he realize that a man wearing a white smiling face mask had appeared there at some point.

"Hey, isn't this our much-anticipated great genius, Lord Black Sword? Why is he standing here alone enjoying the cold?"

"Is it possible that you are doing something shameful?"

A joking voice came from under the white mask. When Anderson heard these words, his two copper bell-like eyes suddenly seemed to be spitting out fire, and he was immediately ready to rush forward and chop off his head with a sword. At that moment, Black Sword's voice suddenly sounded:
"Anderson, stop, you can't do anything to him, and..."

"Besides, if we rush back now, we might still have time to see the Pope, whose time is running out, for the last time. This Mr. Anderson who seems to be very angry~!"

"What are you talking about!" "Anderson!!"

A frivolous voice came from the performer's mouth. When Anderson heard the words, he raised his head suddenly, but was suddenly stopped by the black sword on the side. The movement of his hand froze slightly, and finally he looked at him with a ferocious look as if he wanted to eat his flesh and blood. Staring at the performer in front of him, he gritted his teeth, took out his Bible, and opened it.

Wow——! !

Pages of books filled with holy light turned, wrapping Anderson's body and moving towards the cathedral in the distance at high speed.

"What a pity. I originally wanted to catch all the Popes, but now it seems that I may not be able to do it?"

"By the way, how many seconds are left?"

The performer first looked at the direction Anderson left, sighed, then suddenly turned his head to look at the black sword beside him, and asked in a frivolous tone.

"69 seconds."

"Really? It's really short-lived. It's obviously a seal that has been carefully prepared for so long?"

The performer walked around the black-haired young man, shaking his head and spreading his hands in emotion. Then he suddenly turned his head, stared at the black sword in front of him, and said with a smile:

"By the way, I guess... what you are thinking about right now is that you successfully killed three violators this time, so even if you lose a little bit of the completion of the main mission, it is not a loss at all, right?"

"..."

Black Sword didn't answer, just stared at the performer in front of him expressionlessly.

The performer smiled, and a devilish laughter came out from under the white mask.

"Speaking of which, aren't you curious as to why we appeared here with the last group, but in the end we were the only ones to take action, and none of the lieutenants from the last group showed up?"

There was still no answer, only the dark pressure that became more and more solid.

"Oh, one more thing, I remember what you said, you hate hurting innocent people? Don't like to involve irrelevant people? Haha...hahaha!"

"Ah... to be honest, I am suddenly very grateful for this perfect geographical location. Why is there such a wonderful coincidence? A small country with a population of less than a thousand people is right next to a country with a population of one million. …”

"Time is up."

Before the masked man could finish speaking, the cold voice of the black-haired young man suddenly fell, and the soul chains wrapped around his body exploded into a sky full of soul crystal dust, followed by a dark sword light. It quickly zoomed into the sight of the masked man.

boom--! !

There was an earth-shattering roar, and the dark sword light was like a boundary dividing the world, splitting the entire land in two wherever it passed.

"Haha...hahahaha! Interesting, so interesting, and that expression is really scary! Black sword?"

Crazy laughter came from above. The performer who had avoided the sword stood in mid-air, with a pair of rapidly flapping white wings behind him, driving his body to fly quickly through the sky.

Rumble——! !

A violent roar sounded, and at a glance, needles began to extend one after another from the huge rock wall covering the sky, but the next second——

Snap~!

A clear snap of fingers sounded, and then the rock wall above suddenly expanded and deformed.

Bang!
Dazzling firelight began to bloom, and the originally airtight rock wall exploded into a large hole more than ten meters wide. The bright moonlight poured down from the entrance of the hole, falling on the performer and the pure white wings behind him. , giving people a strange sense of holiness.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...! !

Not only that, after the first explosion sounded, as if it triggered a chain reaction, one after another flames began to bloom from various positions on the rock wall, frantically destroying this unimaginable individual power. The 'miracle' of casting.

Rumble——! !

"Fa! What happened?!" "Lord...the Lord's miracle has been destroyed!"

"Get out of the way! It's about to be smashed down!!" "Ahhhh-!!"

The broken rock wall turned into a terrifying rain of rocks, falling from the sky. The ordinary believers and Holy See soldiers gathered below looked at this apocalyptic scene in the sky, and the morale that had been raised suddenly fell back. In panic.

"God said, let there be wind."

Almost at the same time that the believers and soldiers in the Vatican were once again panicked due to the incident, the divine voice sounded again, and then an invisible strong wind began to gather from mid-air, turning into a huge storm, blowing away the fallen fragments. The rocks held them back and flew them into the deserted ruins.

"Haha...hahahaha! That's right, that's right! That's it, squander your mana to your heart's content, Black Sword!"

Crazy laughter rang out, and the performer standing in mid-air looked at the black sword with strong wind elements gathered on the body below. His palms unconsciously pressed on the mask, and he leaned forward and backward with laughter.

"only……"

The performer, who was leaning back like an athlete preparing to throw a shot put, suddenly changed his subject, and a playful smile appeared on his white mask.

"You can use your own methods to save the people in this country with only 0.44 square kilometers of land, but what are you going to do to save the 1285.3 million people in this 200 square kilometers city!"

The man wearing a white mask stood in the air, straightened his upper body little by little, turned half of his body, and opened his left arm, as if to show everyone the scene on his left:
The dazzling firelight swayed in the night sky. If viewed from a distance, it looked like a bonfire when camping at night.

Wisps of black smoke rise from the 'bonfire'. Looking down from a high altitude, the Vatican at this moment is like a group of tourists surrounded by people holding torches, which is particularly conspicuous.

With the help of the firelight, it can be seen that a dark tide is slowly moving towards the direction of the Vatican.

And if you look carefully, you will find that it is not a tide at all, but...

——Hundreds of thousands of zombies.

……

(End of this chapter)