The Riddler Get Out of Terra

"W"'s frivolous voice has never been as hateful as it is now, but the facts she recounted made Askalon noncommittal. The overly whimsical prophecy of border surrender finally made Askalon speechless since he was captured. Said the first sentence tonight:

"This is impossible. The Dukes of the Border lack nothing. How could they surrender to you?"

The secret guard captain's voice was as sweet as her appearance. When faced with the same terrifying assassin, she did not use the fake voice given by an instructor to cover up the facts, but adopted the original voice that was painstakingly cultivated by the agents of the Sarkaz royal family to seduce the target of the beauty trap.

"Yes, there is nothing lacking, but what can a being who lacks nothing do when facing death?" "W" asked, "Askalon, dear senior Askalon, what can they do when they face death?" How did the original Sakaz royal family bend their knees?”

"When the mind is manipulated like a toy, the body is involuntarily obeyed by the other person's will, and the memory is arbitrarily altered like a poor painter's tarpaulin, loyalty is always easy, isn't it?"

"Especially if you put the information on slave transformation in front of them page by page for several hours, and tell them about the transformation project that they won't accept in the future, how many people do you think will say no?"

The disdainful sneer satirized Theresia's soft-heartedness, something that could be done with just a few pages of information and a set of Origin Stone skills. Because Her Royal Highness's indecisive "love without borders" got out of control and swept across Kazdaele. The civil war not only destroyed the Sakaz royal family. Everything that is ruled is also allowed to be eaten by insects.

Now, the true King of Sarkaz will rule over this land where even its will has been swallowed up.

Theresia?

Since you want to be an angel who saves Terra, then do it wholeheartedly and don't rule on a land that no longer belongs to her!

Chapter 54 W: Are you polite?

"Go away, Askaron, we won't kill you. Don't think about whether you can stay on the ship in the new era.

Theresia's position depends on her choice, not His Majesty Lysandral's compromise. "

"Go and inform the Tower of Babel of this news. Even if you do this, it will not have any impact on the current situation. The tide of the times will solve all problems before dawn."

"W" spoke in a soft voice, not caring about Askaron's dirty appearance and sweaty face at the moment, using a compassionate attitude to express what she should know and what Jolon wanted to convey to the Tower of Babel. The information was revealed.

Then, the "W" who used his warm breath to tease Askaron's sensitive ear left, and the same thing happened to the entire chatting scene that turned cold.

The departure of "W", who seemed to be the leader, was a signal. After she conveyed all the information, the noisy assassins quickly lost the vitality common to young mercenaries. Pure black gauze once again shrouded each of the beautiful women. On the "vase".

So Askaron experienced an incredible fact in an instant:

The "W"s who were originally no different from ordinary people and full of vitality immediately lost the life fluctuations of living creatures after completing a short rest. The faces of the "Ws" that had not yet activated the black mist were as cold as ice, without a trace of smoke. Look at the charming and unscrupulous arrogant smile.

——A brief exchange transformed them from puppets into living beings. The moment the mission ended, the living creatures turned into a group of cold and cruel corpses.

The only good thing is that these assassins did not hide their intention to leave their methods, which made Askaron's hard work of collecting intelligence come true: she watched the "W" disappear into the shadows with her own eyes, and racked her brains to find them. The secret guard textbook contains the measures that need to be taken to deal with such a surprise attack.

But in a daze, I found that there was no way.

How long can a light source stone craftsman of the level of Silver Spear Pegasus last?In this way, assassins with mysterious skills and elusive movements can appear from the shadows anytime and anywhere. They can fail countless times, but the victim only has one chance.

——If this assassination team assassinates Theresia, it seems that neither Askaron nor Lord Kelsey can fight with each other. Think of the Source Stone bomb that the noob in the Tower of Babel is good at and soon. With the artificial sun detonated in front of him, Askaron already knew that he would inevitably die if he became hostile.

So what else needs to be guarded against?

As long as they catch the shadow of Rhodes Island, an "artificial sun" with a diameter of more than [-] kilometers will come to the Tower of Babel. The Angel of Peace will let all the idiots who are dissatisfied with the new forces understand who instigated this land. garlic.

A sudden assassin gathering started with lively business exchanges and belittling Askaron. During this period, the assassin masters tried their best to ridicule the flaws of the overestimating assassin. The resistance and struggle of the secret guard leader proved this. Unique joke.

However, the whispers and comments disappeared in an instant. With the disappearance of the first "W", the remaining "W"s lost interest in Askalon in less than a second. They were interested not long ago. There was silence for a moment in the plain where the captain of the secret guard was being discussed enthusiastically, as if the sarcastic conclusion just now had never existed.

One "shadow" after another disappeared, they sank into the dark and irrelevant sea like a school of vigorous fish under the ice. The cold darkness was given the color of life, and the fluctuations were like waves.

In the end, all the "W"s in the wilderness disappeared, leaving only the thoughtful Askalon lying flat on the ground to recover her strength - when the last "W" was about to sink into the sea of ​​shadows, she smiled. With a snap of his fingers, Askalon was relieved of the embarrassing situation of being unable to resist.

Letting go of Askalon was not an act of kindness. The commander named Han Xin gave up on killing this thunderous hunting blade of Babel, and confidently asked her to go back to deliver the message, and even deliberately let the "shadows" appear. Let Askaron understand how vulnerable her so-called protection is.

——The land of Terra has long since banished the unspeakable legends from ancient times. Newborns are not interested in the useless ancient books that occupy space deep in the bookshelves, and those powerful races that only exist in history have disappeared like smoke. So much so that Askalon had no impression of the "W"s one after another.

Common sense filled her mind again, and the cold moonlight had never been so reassuring for her. The assassin's daily life, which lasted no more than half an hour, was like a nightmare that Askalon did not want to recall. The stars and the The moon awakens her ignorant spirit through its uninterrupted light.

But the dream will not leave her with scars. The burning pain on her forehead, limbs, and cheeks all tell a fact that should not appear:

The power to seize Kazdaele far exceeds the evil spirit's estimation, and the person who holds the entire hometown of Sarkaz in his hands is not the spokesperson of a foreign power.

This is a top force with excellent commanders, a legion with outstanding command and control capabilities, and a team of assassins who are prepared to assassinate and snipe the enemy. When the civil war broke out, they quietly lurked and prepared silently, incubating in the malice of the Sakaz people. The power to seize everything, now is the time for them to reap the fruits.

call--

Askalon made a tired nasal noise, resisting the pain of humiliation and wanting to vomit, looking through everything in his memory for half an hour. The simply unfortunate experiences always lasted like years, testing, being poisoned, being arrested, and being caught as a child. The process of being brought to the place of execution like a chicken, humiliated by numerous "W"s, and even surviving to obtain information was extremely long, and the humiliation made them unforgettable.

The hard ground is covered

There was a "crunch" as Scarron's body struggled to stand up. The assassin leader staggered up and called out the Origin Stone spell that had responded to the call again because of "W"'s departure. He used the method of the Right-angled Demon to resemble the nobles of Letania. Condensed into a walking stick made of clay.

When did you first condense the cane?

Askalon raised the corners of her mouth bitterly at her trembling hands.

Failure always brings back good memories to heal the soul. When the leader of the secret guard faced a shocking defeat, the best thing he could think of was when he was young and learned spells from the previous leader.

She still remembers the inexplicable sigh on the leader's face when he taught her to condense a simple clay cane to fix her body - once upon a time, such simple and easy manipulation of clay was a reputation shared by the right-angled demons in Sakaz and the Letanians, but now , Sakaz became a bug that everyone shouted to beat, and Leitania became a paradise for warlocks and witchcraft.

Since when did Sakaz's spine become a complete mess?

Even during the period of resistance against invasion, when there were no Six Heroes, Sarkaz was so proud that all his troops were in the army. It was only because of the uneven quality and weak command that they retreated steadily. However, the guerrilla mercenary teams and the cooperative Sakaz villages still brought great losses to the enemy. There were huge casualties.

After a certain period of time, the Sakaz people lost even their last dignity. A group of homeless dogs took it as a proud means of livelihood to go to other people's homes to eat leftovers and do dirty work - the dogs who once guarded Kazdaele with blood and glory. The mercenary group actually regarded it as a very beautiful vision in their minds to leave Kazdaele and go to other countries to make a living.

When exactly?

Askalon thought of it, but she didn't even have the strength to say it. The defeated secret guard returned to the Tower of Babel with his weak body.

Where is the future?

She suddenly felt the rising and falling, never-ending grief and indignation in the hearts of those Sakaz people who had left their homes.

Theresia soothed the unspeakable pain in the hearts of everyone who met her, and those who had lost all their suffering also expressed their gratitude to Her Royal Highness.

But soon after leaving Theresia, the same group of people faced everything on Terra with greater pain. In Askaron's memory, such examples were common.

Now, the princess's guard felt that she also needed to be healed by Her Highness Theresia - only at this time would she secretly envy the cockroach named W.

Sure enough, she should be beaten when she gets back!

Chapter 55 Sleepless Tower of Babel

"Did she really tell you that?"

The deep male voice asked Askaron without emotion.

"Yes."

Askalon rarely walked out of the familiar dark corner, formally stood in front of the desk, and responded to the man with the respect that the secret guard only showed to the princess and the lord not long ago.

When Askalon returned to the Tower of Babel, it was already three days after the "Ws" let her go. Her weak body was difficult to recover in the wilderness. For information, she could only trek through the wilderness dragging her exhausted and injured body. ——"W"'s Origin Stone skill is so terrifying that even if the restraint is released, the flesh that was soaked during Askaron's struggle will have its ability to regenerate blocked.

It only lasted for less than a moment, and almost all the abilities of an elite secret guard who was one of the best in all aspects of the Tower of Babel were disabled. Even after the restraint was released, the body of Kazdel's famous Askaron was still restrained to the same level as ordinary people. Sakaz is about the same:

These "W"s, whose assassination methods are not inferior to those of the strongest assassins in the Tower of Babel, are far stronger than Askalon imagined.

The Evil Spirit of Babel estimated the cards that his opponent could play. On the chessboard that had been placed in his mind, the two black and white pieces were smashed away by a bright red apple. After the crackling sound of falling to the ground, there was a spotless black and white grid. Only the remaining small fish and shrimps faced a giant apple that occupied more than [-]% of the space.

Can't win.

All the estimated results told the evil spirits about a war game with no possibility of victory. Even the most common source stone natural disasters on Terra were calculated and still could not get the results he wanted.

——Judging from the information given by Askalon, there is not much difference between the opponent squeezing the Tower of Babel to death and swatting a fly to death. At most, he will be disgusted by the scene of blood and flesh splattering for a while, and then he will do whatever is left. The situation that the doctor has painstakingly created is Absolute force is meaningless.

Even the secret guard with the most "idea" in his heart has numb claws. In the past, he used to say things like "The evil spirit of the Tower of Babel is nothing more than that", "I can go to me", "This can kill people? Can you fight?" and so on. The meaning of the sentences was very different, and the tone of the hermaphrodite that would have made normal people furious was completely gone. The highly respected princess and lord were probably the same as them when facing the situation at hand. In the end, Askalon realized that the insider was dismissive, The evil spirits that uninformed people fear are the true pillars of the Tower of Babel that can handle such a big thing.

If it were anything else, Askaron wouldn't even think of communicating with the doctor. She would only report it to Theresia. At most, she would submit to Lord Kelsey, the doctor responsible for command and dispatch among the Big Three in the Tower of Babel. He is often the last to get the news!

But now, the helpless Askaron almost without thinking chose this scholar who used himself as firewood. In her panic, the one who convinced her the most was actually the doctor who was weak enough to kill him with one knife - for Sakaz aesthetics Talk about weak people who deserve to be looked down upon.

"Do Theresia and Kelsey know?"

The man didn't do anything superfluous. Just like he usually did, he stood tall with force and pointed.

The high-minded and low-handed people who are arrogant and arrogant have also maintained the most restrained and low-key, and have not been proud of Nobita's entreaties. From the beginning to the end, the attitude of the Evil Spirit of Babel has been so cold and calm, with a steady tone and no trace of emotion in the poems recited. There is no difference in retelling it. The waves of life will become boring again when faced with such a voice, right?

But such a voice gave Askaron the courage that Sakaz's passionate and bold voice could not give her. She ran out of the doctor's office almost without looking back to call Kelsey and Theresia - without any thought. Doubtful, the man noticed something was wrong just from the embarrassed behavior and dull spirit of the secret guard captain when he came back, suggesting Askaron to bring the lady who should usually get the news immediately.

——Thearesia is His Highness Askaron serves, and Kelsey is the head of the medical department. Of course, these two will be the first to know the information that the secret guard captain can obtain, but Askar is now in a state of chaos. Lun stumbled around looking for the Evil Spirit of Babel without even going to the medical department. Of course, only the man was the first to know about his thunderous move that crossed all departments.

But what's the point of doing this?

The evil spirit laughed silently in his heart. When the disease reached the skin, he avoided medical treatment. When the disease reached the texture, he called Hua Tuo to see a doctor. However, he always mocked Doctor Hua for his poor skills. When he was terminally ill, he sought help from Dr. Bian Que, hoping to survive.

But how can things in the world be that simple?

Askalon's uncharacteristically embarrassed appearance completely attracted the attention of Kelsey and Theresia. The two ladies who were busy with their own affairs immediately put down their plans and hurried to the doctor's office to meet.

When Kelsey followed Askalon's steps to the office, Theresia, W and Corucil, who were specially called by Askalon, were all waiting in the office early.

The green lynx doctor first glanced at Keluciel. The black-hearted profiteer who had not yet tortured the operators in the Tower of Babel was pacing around boredly. Occasionally he glanced up and put his hands on the desk to support his head. The doctor didn't know what he was thinking. The rest of the time was spent studying the patterns on the carpet.

As for W, the idiot fan praised highly by Scout, it is completely different. The former mercenary who only has Theresia in his eyes deliberately ignores the existence of the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel, and understands that His Highness is a cockroach with a warm and kind heart like the sun. The young lady was originally very afraid of the cruel evil spirit that was the incarnation of war in her mind, but now as she got closer to Thearesia, this fear continued to evolve into disgust, causing Her Royal Highness to whisper helplessly.

Askaron, who was uncharacteristically walking in the light, very strangely violated Sakaz's etiquette when facing the royal family. He pulled W away nervously and pushed her to the corner.

"whispering sound--"

W was dissatisfied with Askalon's behavior, but he lost his courage when faced with her facial expression that did not hide his murderous intent and malice. The bullying former mercenary finally expressed his dissatisfaction only by relying on His Highness to be by his side. Resist it.

Askaron didn't even pay attention to W's stupid move - she only played these tricks on her teammates and rookies. Facing those "W"s, this stupid pickled fish had no choice but to cut off its head or pull it out. There is no other end for the tongue!

But she did not forget the purpose of this gathering. According to the doctor's instructions, she took off the black technology monitor that was rarely seen during the Rhode Island examination and handed it to the wandering Keluciel.

The "Turing" candidate that Boss Qiao has been searching for, the programming genius with the online name "Lin Dengwan" glanced at the princess and the doctor, and after getting their permission, he connected the black centimeter-level particles to PRTS in the doctor's office. After the interface and the crackling keyboard collision, the monitoring equipment that Askalon turned on early during the test three days ago projected the scene on the screen.

Chapter 56 Estimates from all parties ([-] words chapter)

[The white-haired general wears a white robe and black trousers. The loose style is restrained by a tight waistband, so that it does not become loose like a sheet - it is easy to put on and easy to take off.

He didn't seem to realize that someone was following him, and walked as if no one else was around under the light scattered by the patrol. He occasionally had to compare hand signals with some familiar team leaders to prove his identity and prevent special Originium craftsmen from getting away with it.

The journey to the camp where prisoners were detained was neither long nor short. After changing dozens of hand gestures, a group of white-domed tents was already in sight.

But the general didn't make any knowledge. He just paused hesitantly for a while, turned his wrist with the cuffs of the tight-fitting combat uniform under his white robe, and tapped his right leg with his finger. He was caught by the chaos in the camp. The wind blew up so much that the corners of his clothes skillfully covered up the blood demon's small movements that seemed to cover up his nervousness.

Perhaps he was meeting some important prisoner?Perhaps he was going to interrogate a spy who was hiding important information, but this acquaintance must be so stubborn and persevering that the general who commanded the top battle that swept Kazdaele began to use his usual little tricks to smooth out his uneasiness.

However, this kind of thinking is doomed to be wrong. After the general hesitated for less than a minute, the next patrol team had already searched. After discovering that it was the general, the silent team first checked the passwords that were different from the former ones. The leader The captain continued to go on duty past the general.

At the next moment, the white-haired, blue-eyed blood demon general turned to the right with his hands behind his back, and shouted: "I have heard about Your Highness Theresia for a long time..."

The moment he spoke, the team that seemed to know nothing about it and continued to patrol immediately changed its formation and surrounded the general in the center to protect him. The spell lights that lit up were even more diverse. The team leader calmly paid attention to the surrounding developments, and the rest The team members aimed at the camera early

The direction is firmly on guard. 】

The Tower of Babel, the Office of the Evil Spirit.

The room was silent.

The doctor who called Lucil to show the black spots in Askalon's recorded information didn't say a word. He repeatedly played the clips of the soldiers' equipment lighting up and Han Xin making unique little movements while others looked at them with confused eyes. He held his head with one hand. The other hand is writing and drawing in the notebooks that are everywhere on the table.

It wasn't until Ke Luxier began to feel sleepy and the PRTS system popped up a white box on the interface saying "Do you need help?" that the evil spirit who commanded Ruoding clicked on the useless inquiry box and paused the screen until the general called Asi. The point of the confrontation between Karen.

"I've played it many times, what do you think? Everyone can say, well... let's start with W, then Lucille, Kelsey, Theresia, Askaron, and I In the final summary, let’s talk about it.”

The man's slightly tired voice came out from the hood that covered his face. His hoarse voice no longer had the magnetic wisdom it once had as a scholar, but instead showed a faint sense of disillusionment as the wood burned out.

Theresia glanced at the doctor worriedly, but before she could speak, she had to look at W, who was designated to speak first. Her gaze had an immediate effect on the atmosphere in the room. W almost finished the doctor's words. Within a second, he started chattering endlessly about an ordinary mercenary’s insights into a seemingly invulnerable battle formation:

"The code level and patrol time are both good. If one team is attacked, the next team will receive the message quickly and respond. It will be difficult to sneak in. It is probably impossible to bury nails such as lurking and secret sentry."

After comparing this army with the Tresis Army, W talked eloquently and introduced all the advantages she could see:

"Every link is very cautious. The chief commander must follow the secret code. It will be more difficult for others to sneak in, but it is not impossible."

W said confidently, with an arrogant and excited expression: "It is completely possible to have one team cause chaos at the edge of the camp, another team to advance and bury explosives, and finally send a team to split and equip their weapons. When the armor blends in, it's easy to pry for information or fish in troubled waters."

"next."

The doctor ignored W's eagerness to watch Theresa's actions like a big cat asking for praise, and just hinted to Keluciel to continue commenting: "What do you think? Keluciel."

"Ah," the distracted "young" Blood Demon subconsciously responded. After realizing that the doctor was not paying attention to his fishing behavior, he glanced at the general who was standing very relaxed on the screen, and then followed up the conversation in a low voice:

"I'm just an engineer, and any mercenary can be better than me in combat." The profiteer first humbled himself about his achievements in maintaining PRTS on Rhode Island, and then expressed his thoughts based on his first impression, " So I can’t estimate it like W. I can only talk about the blood demon at most.”

The doctor didn't speak, but Lucille clearly felt that the hooded man was in a better mood, and even nodded to hint that Lucille continued to introduce: "How should I put it, I should be considered a very young one among the blood demons, right? It was His Highness who called me out of the attic back then, but this general is super young. Calculated according to the age of the Blood Demon..."

Ke Lucille tugged at her hair:

"He is probably a minor. Well, to be more serious, he is probably not over 20 years old, and has not even passed the adult ceremony age in Yanguo. Judging from his eyes and hair, his bloodline is very pure. In the past, he The cubs of this level of blood will learn the blood demon's inherited spells and historical records under the leadership of the ancients, and will not come out to make a living until they are 60 years old."

The black-haired engineer pointed to himself:

"What I do as a mixed-race person can be regarded as an alternative among the blood demons. Because my family doesn't pay much attention to it, I tinker with the Internet in the small attic every day, using Internet names such as 'Lin Dengwan' to make noises, and use The blood demon side fills in the hidden information of minors according to their legal principles, and uses their own little tricks to protect themselves."

"Even if I do this, I will receive comments from my relatives on the Blood Demon side that I am ignorant and incompetent. They say that I don't even know the history and spells of the Blood Demon, and I don't look like a Blood Demon at all." Kelu Xier pointed at Han Xin:

"But he, a pureblood who is at least a 'noble next generation' in the words of those old antiques, went to be polished by an unknown force despite the top-notch spells in front of him and the family lineage that can bring money and status. Own……"