Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

"Xiao, you're being careless again."

"Yes, my lord..." The frivolous man who had always been cynical had to put aside his contempt in front of him.

"The power controlled by Lukado is not of this world, and I was seriously injured by it." Sitting in a wheelchair, Xiao still lives up to his original glory.

"The lord of the blood clan, the dark knight, has no one to match with. If he hadn't been careless, I might have defeated him so easily." With a wave of his hand, the silver light shrouded Xiao Xiao's legs.

"Thank you, my lord." Standing up from the wheelchair and getting off, Xiao knelt down to thank him.

"My lord, the Westward Demon failed to harvest, and I only had time to cut off a branch." Holding a dead branch, the young man said in the old man's voice.

The Pope stretched out his hand, and was pulled by a mysterious force. The dead branch escaped from the young man's hand and floated into his hand.

The next moment, black and gray forces rioted and rushed towards the Grand Pope.

"Yes, it can activate his power." Raising his hand to suppress the breath of death, Yuan Lufeng said lightly.

"However, the failure of this mission is a huge blow to my Huangya. It will slow down the progress of the mission and prevent the monsters from counterattacking." Putting away the dead branches, he issued an order that would affect the entire country.

"Yes." The three responses merged into one, still resolute.

After the three of them left, Yuan Lufeng covered his mouth, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, staining the lines on his palms red.

"I lost..."

He knows best.

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The bleak cold wind blows the empty streets of Heian-kyo, and a few big trees on the side of the road fall some yellowed leaves.

The sound of horseshoes came from a distance, seeming alienated.The few passers-by lowered their heads and came and went silently, and the whole street was shrouded in a deadly atmosphere.

In the restaurant by the street, the shopkeeper who was clearing the table looked at the leaden sky and sighed deeply.

"Oh, I'm afraid it's going to rain." After wiping the tabletop made of solid wood, the shopkeeper suddenly heard the sound of footsteps.

Then, a shiny leather boot stepped into the store door.

"This guest, how many are you?" Hastily putting on a flattering smile on his face, the shopkeeper turned to look at the guest.

A pair of black leather boots, a dark suit, a folding fan on his waist, and a yellowed oil-paper umbrella in his hand, like a traveler.These are not strange at all, what is strange is the pale mask on his face.The cold mask covered the entire face, leaving only the eyes, nose, and mouth, three holes.

After only looking at his dark eyes for a moment, the shopkeeper could not help but lower his head.

What a pair of terrifying eyes, without any emotion, not even a trace of human vitality, like a bottomless abyss, devouring the minds of others.

"One." Sitting down near the door of the store, he just said in a low voice without even looking at the owner.

"You, what do you want to eat?" the owner asked timidly.

"A jug of wine and a few random dishes are enough."

"Ming, I understand, please wait a moment." The shopkeeper who was frightened by his eyes just now left in a panic as if he had been pardoned. Looking at the haste, it seemed that he was running away from a vicious murderer.

He didn't care about the shopkeeper's actions, he just quietly looked at the sky outside the door.

The gathered rain clouds were like a group of heavy cavalry wearing scales, galloping across the sky above Heian-kyo, and the area with a radius of several miles was covered by their armor and became pitch black.

"Your wine, please, please use it slowly." The owner put a jug of wine and a few dishes of side dishes on the tray in front of him, and walked away quickly.

Picking up the jug, he took a sip straight away.The warm liquid flows down the throat and into the stomach pouch, spicy but not very pungent. Although it is an ordinary home-brewed wine on the street, there is also a fragrance contained in it.

It was raining heavily outside the door at some point, and the bluestone slabs on the street were crackled by bean-sized raindrops, making the crisp sound of playing strings.The bitter cold air came with the wind, but it suddenly dispersed in front of him, becoming invisible.

The scene in front of him was twisted and changed in the rain, and gradually became hypocritical. Suddenly, he picked up a pickle from the vegetable bowl and put it in his mouth.

Chewing and chewing, the world in front of me turned into reality again, only the heavy rain curtain seemed to stop for a moment, with strange gaps.A cold smile appeared on the corner of his hidden mouth, and after taking a sip of the wine, the salt in his mouth was diluted a bit.

The scarlet liquid flow slipped from the eaves of the house opposite, and was immediately dispersed by the heavy rain, seeping into the ground along the grooves of the bluestone slabs.With a bang, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.The black rags were blown up by the wind, dancing in the violent rain, and disappeared after a while.

Looking down at the mouth of the bottle, the white porcelain wine jug was turning in his palm, and after just two sips, he drank it clean.

Sneering, he stood up, casually placed a piece of silver on the table, opened the somewhat worn-out oil-paper umbrella, and walked out.

It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared into the dark night and boundless rain that the curtain beside the counter was suddenly lifted.

The shop owner slowly walked to the table from behind the curtain, grabbed the ingot of silver with his hand, saw the silver glowing in a bleak white light under the candlelight, shook his head, and wiped the table.

"It looks like the city won't be peaceful anymore."

The rain intensified, and the whole city was shrouded in pitch darkness. Only the lights lit by the soldiers guarding the city gate flickered in the night.

Walking on the deserted streets, his steps are leisurely and comfortable, like strolling in the back garden.

Gradually, he came to a street that had been affected but not completely destroyed in the previous battle.

"Come out." Suddenly, he stopped his legs, stood in the center of the street and mocked in a low voice towards the rain.

"Are the priests of Huangya also hiding like mice?"

No one answered his words, as if he had expected this result, his sneer echoed in the starless night sky.

The figure suddenly disappeared in place, and the rain curtain was blown away by the roaring storm, tearing open a hole several feet long. He was wearing that black suit and running between the eaves, like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky.

With a shake of his right arm, a short blade slid down from his palm. While he was running fast, he suddenly stomped on the ground, and his whole body flew obliquely upwards as if hit by a heavy hammer.

The moment he just got off the ground, a turbulent water flow rushed straight from the front, smashing the thick stone slab under his feet.