Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"And the reason why I said you have no retreat is because they have already told me your numbers, reception points, and reception slogans." Neos frowned, poked the torso of the corpse, and the corpse shook twice. The iron chain above the head creaked.

Romanio's hands trembled involuntarily, his whole body was wrapped in fear, and then a deep despair seeped out from the bottom of his heart.

"So you understand, there are at most two paths for you next, one is to save you, and you will step into the trap I prepared;

There is another one that abandons you, but will walk into the connection point that I have already done, it is still a trap. "Nyos looked down at him with a gentle smile.

But Romagno could only feel the cold.

"You...what the hell do you want?" he whispered.

"I want a lot, such as your life?" Neos shrugged.

"No, no..."

Romanio shook his head: "You haven't killed me until now because I'm still useful."

"It's easy to talk to smart people."

Neos clapped his hands and laughed: "You are right, I do need you to do something."

Romagno laughed at himself, but the fear dissipated a lot: "Tell me, anyway, I have no choice."

"It's very simple, I want you... hurry up and save your companion."

"If you don't go, it will be too late."

......

"Iron Fist Holy Judge!"

The huge force impacted on the earth wall, and the punches were like hammers!

With a loud bang, the thick walls cracked, clods scattered, and smoke and dust rose.

"Cough cough!"

Marcus narrowed his eyes, waved his hands vigorously, and fanned away the dust: "Miss Martha, didn't you agree to keep the movement quiet?"

Martha turned her head and blinked suspiciously: "Didn't we bypass the main entrance and sneak in from behind?"

"What kind of infiltration is this!" Marcus complained.

"Well, no one will find out anyway, so what are you afraid of." Saying that, Martha kicked hard on the cell door.

Marcus covered his face, suddenly regretting his impulsiveness.

"Hey, are you coming or not? If you don't hurry up, the guards who heard the movement are coming."

"You know it yourself!"

Marcus followed.

Hammering open the wall, entering the empty prison, kicking down the door, the two who sneaked in perfectly are standing in the corridor of the prison room.

Yin wind and blood filled the entire space.

Marcus turned pale and couldn't help retching.

Mirtha's hand holding the scepter couldn't help but tremble.

"It smells so bloody," Marcus said in a low voice.

"Well, I feel the wailing of the soul. Countless pains have been born here." Martha, who possessed magical power, felt a different scene.

Marcus couldn't help but said: "Tell me, will Romagno..."

"I...don't know." No matter how firm her belief was, Martha felt a little bit confused at this moment.

Marcus sighed: "Then we can only find one by one. I hope he is still alive."

"En." Martha nodded, holding the scepter in her left hand, hoping that the symbol of the cross could give her strength.

"Come on, we have to hurry up."

After finishing speaking, the two of them moved forward one after the other, searching from cell to cell.

But after searching all the first floors, they didn't even find a single golden hair.

I had no choice but to go to the second floor.

"By the way, Miss Martha, can't you learn a little magic?" On the stairs, Marcus said, holding his nose.

"Eh?" Martha looked up.

"For example, lighting or something, isn't that what magicians must learn?" Marcus said.

"I've never heard of such a saying, and I'm not a mage." Maerda said.

"Then what are you doing with that staff?"

"This is not a staff, it's just a crutch I usually use to walk and climb, or it can be used as a weapon when beating people."

"..."

Hey, hey, I seem to hear this scepter crying!

"But then again, Mr. Marcus..."

"What?" Marcus bowed his head.

Martha frowned, looking back at the empty prison with some doubts: "Have you noticed anything wrong?"

"Not right?"

"That's right, it's a large prison, and there's blood all over the walls and floor, but there's no one there. Where are those prisoners being sent?" Maerda asked.

"..."

But there was no response from the top of the head.

"Mr. Marcus?" Martha looked back.

What he saw made his blood turn cold in an instant!

It's the assassin!

A pitch-black figure stood behind the middle-aged man at some point. Under the brim of the hood, a pair of cat-like eyes gleamed faintly, followed by a cold light flickering on his waist, and blood stains spread.

Marcus touched his waist, his fingers were warm.

"This is... blood?" His face suddenly turned pale, and he spat out blood with a "wow", and he collapsed on the stairs.

"Marcus!"

Martha roared and stepped forward.

The girl was stunned for half a second, her eyebrows frowned slightly, wondering if the person she stabbed was not fatal.

"Drink!!!!"

But the blue-haired giant girl was already holding a long stick, and swept over with all her might!

There was a whirring sound in the air.

You can't force it, you can only dodge!

The girl made a judgment immediately, and leaped up to the wall with a stride, then supported the wall with both hands, and stayed on the wall strangely for half a second like a spider.

Mirtha swung her staff in the air, and the cross at the top smashed the wall into pieces.

The girl was once again amazed by the great strength shown by the blue-haired woman, but she would not lose her chance.

This woman has no strength at all, and she uses her full strength in each blow, which will only cause her whole body to become rigid and unable to continue attacking after the attack is dodged.

This is a physical instinct, you can't resist!

The girl precisely grasped the moment when she hit the wall, kicked her legs fiercely, and swooped down.

Like a sharp arrow, the right fist is head-on!

Martha was shocked, after hitting the wall, she could no longer mobilize her body's strength to defend.

Seeing that he was about to be hit, his feet suddenly became unstable.

A hand came out of nowhere, grabbing Martha's ankle was a pull!

"Eh!"

Martha fell uncontrollably, fell hard on the stairs, and rolled down.

However, this drop happened to escape the girl's attack.

The dagger chopped off several strands of blue hair.

The girl could only fall on the steps, stood up and looked down, suddenly realized, "Oh, play dead."

At the bottom of the stairs, Maerda looked at the person who rolled down with her while she was suffering from pain, her face was full of surprise.

"Mr. Marcus, you are not dead, don't you vomit blood!"

"Hematemesis is hematemesis, death is death, these are two concepts..."

Marcus rubbed his waist and grinned his teeth: "Besides, I, Ma, have traveled all over the world for so many years, and I am alive today because of my ability in literature and martial arts."

"It's such a time, you're still joking." Maerda supported him to stand up, with a wry smile on her face.

"That's life, little girl,"

Marcus leaned on the wall with one hand, and stood up with his hand on Martha's shoulder: "No matter how much you cry or howl, it won't change anything, so it's better to smile, at least you will feel better."

Martha went down sadly: "I'm sorry, I got you into trouble..."

"There is no involvement or no involvement. As you said, this is my own choice and has nothing to do with others."

Marcus pushed her away, walked up to the girl with a limp, and blocked her: "A so-called adult, no matter what time it is, you must learn to take responsibility for the choices you make!"

"Marcus..." Martha was stunned.

"So, you go, let me block her!."

"but......"

Marcus turned back and smiled: "It's okay, just let me teach this girl what is big..."

"Snapped!"

Punch down the back of the head.