Chapter 22 Black Orchid

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The cold wind was desolate and the moonlight was like water. Caesar was expressionless and walked towards the city lord's mansion.

Alquit was sent away by him and it was time to do it. The girl also said that she had something important to do. Caesar was too lazy to ask about it, but he would not take up too much of this guy. He just asked her for the address and agreed that she had come to help if necessary, so the two parted ways.

However, this eighth-level strongman was actually curious about everything in the world. In her eyes, it seemed that most things in this world were very fun, and he asked questions, like a child who had just had thoughts.

However, after all, he was coaxed away with the words "Don't you have a task, go and find clues." However, Caesar did not at that time. Princess White's mission to join the world this time was to get the head of the Witch of Destiny... But this was indeed a lucky mistake, otherwise the story would probably not be so perfect.

He moved along the way, easily avoiding the patrolling city defense forces and ignoring the messy groups of armed battles and chaotic battles. He had never been willing to care about those chaotic battles, and there was no need for this at all.

However, there was still a scene that he remembered - in the battle group, a man covered in blood fell to the ground, with at least seven deep knife wounds all over his body, and blood was flowing all over the ground, probably not able to survive. Caesar's inventory had a lot of life potions, and that thing could cure him, but Caesar had no idea at all, because before again, five people had died in the hands of that man.

If you want to finish the fight, it is better to be careful of the sharp and bright blade in front of you, because that man can no longer survive.

If you want to save someone, it is better to be careful of the sharp and bright blade in front of you, because that man can no longer survive.

But the man was lying on the ground, crawling out of the battle circle with all his limbs, and waving his sword back and forth. Although he tried his best to avoid this hindrance, many people still stepped on him in panic. Without saying a word, he turned the pain into the strength in his hand, dragged the long blood, and finally came to the corner of the wall and sat up with great effort.

The moon was covered with illuminating the pale face due to excessive blood loss, and also shone his extremely gentle eyes into the depths of Caesar's soul. He trembledly took off a dark yellow ornament, probably a talisman. He held it like a treasure, placed it on his cracked lips and kissed it gently, and then slowly cut a gap under the corner of the wall with his bloody hands, stuffing the amulet inside - this had exhausted all his fragile and humble life.

It seemed as if there was a special throbbing, either from the soul, or a trembling of the meaning of life, which broke through the ground and sprouted in Caesar's heart, but disappeared in the next moment. Caesar snorted coldly, turned around and strode away, allowing the killing behind his back to shout for the sky, and the confused person exuded his life and dignity.

"It's just a pitiful person... Why don't you think of someone who dies at your hands?" Caesar seemed to be persuading, "It's not worth doing at all. People who even gave up are qualified to be saved by others? In my eyes, it's good that only the Northland is... it's good that only the Northland..."

"The Great Elder once said that responsibility comes from strength and status. In the past, I was the prince of the fox clan, so I would compete for more interests on behalf of the fox clan and make life better in the clan, so I would kill people, so I would kill people without hesitation... I am not a natural king, nor did I have the great wish to unify the beast clan." Caesar stepped forward and his speech was getting faster and faster, "But since he officially took over the burden of the Heavenly King, the object of protection became the entire northern land. As Longnv said, the subjects were dedicated to the king's loyalty, and the king gave the subjects stability, so I would also protect them well."

"But these humans are qualified to be saved by me? Although the north is a little confused, everyone has dreams and pursuits. Not like these guys, they just give up everything and live in a daze, fighting for what does not belong to them like wild animals." Although Caesar said this, he still unconsciously remembered the last look of the dying man, "Beautiful things, memories and attachments... will they still think of these? At the last moment of life... that's the look? Regret or relief, sigh or pray..."

"Old man, are there only those who ask me to take a good look? That really disappoints me..." Caesarm snorted. The so-called good and bad people, the so-called kindness and evil are conspiracies and guises. There is no good or bad in this world, only harmony, and it was not like this before... Ten thousand years ago, the decisive battle of the mainland, and the honor of the ancestors fighting bloody battles for racial freedom has gone forever. When humans gain strength and comfort, the so-called good and evil gradually blurred. All that is left is profit, and the indifference and the power of random use - and you actually want to save everyone?"

Are people who pursue kindness and equality in your hearts worthy of redemption, but they have turned into dark ink and blinded their souls?

Although he became more and more determined after this spiritual conversation, Caesar felt aware of what he said to Sakiya Saki, the most real thing that promised him to do something to break the constraints of the world in order to protect the people and home he cherished, but he had some different ideas about the thoughts and self-examination just now.

"The real me..." Caesar put his hand on his chest, "Are you mercy?" Wuwu didn't jump.

But he didn't have a definite answer in his heart. He still needed to find the answer to this matter.

"Stay in the city lord's mansion..." Caesar looked at the building complex with a few lights in the quiet, "Are you so afraid of death?" He didn't miss the words.

He walked to the wall, jumped slightly, and jumped to the wall of this big manor. The reason he chose this place was profound, because just after he jumped off, a group of fully armed patrols turned around the corner of the road over there.

The two sides met. Before the leader's captain could react, Caesar had already rushed like a whirlwind, punching and kicking, instantly knocking the twelve people unconscious during this period. During this period, there was no sound. Caesar looked around. Although the manor was big, the design of the street lights was skillful. Every blind spot was illuminated and there was almost no hidden place.

But this was not a problem for the barbarians. Caesar kicked the fainting soldiers into the lawn one by one, picked up a darker position, squatted down, reached out and inserted his hand, and his right hand fell into the grass like a thin paper. His right hand moved slightly, then lifted it gently, and a strange and slight sound was inaudible, but a huge piece of soil was pulled up - the soil was so soft, and Caesar could actually lift up a large piece. The difficulty here was not just brute force.

All the eleven unlucky guys were thrown into the pit. Before dawn, they couldn't wake up. Caesar budgeted his position, then shouted softly, rushed to his right hand, and threw the dirt in his hand away. The huge black object could not be seen clearly in the night sky, and probably no one was there.

After getting everything done, Caesar nodded with satisfaction, grabbed the miserable patrol captain and shook it gently.

"Uh..." The patrol captain was immediately awakened from his coma. The king's hand strength could only be described as perverted. With just a shake, the poor captain felt the sky and the earth shaking, as if his whole body was about to fall apart. Caesar was too lazy to talk to him and directly used the shouting skill. The power of the voice turned into a induced magic sound. I ask you, where are the leaders of the Wolf Kiss Organization?"

It turns out that he knows everything and speaks everything. This is just a small team guarding the City Lord's Mansion. The captain is just a slightly stronger folk inheritor, about the second level, and can block the seventh level Saint Seiya?

"Very good..." Caesar smiled slightly, knocked the guy out again, and piled it in a big pit together.

The huge, similar to a giant villa built by a castle, the guest room on the left half was occupied by the mercenary seniors. Unfortunately, the patrol captain was just a small person. The lord here did not have any contact with these guys. Originally, they did not even have the qualifications to be the seniors, but as a patrol guard, they had to do their duty as guards when an accident happened, so there was also a place for those who needed to be protected.

Caesar came to the left of this giant villa and looked at the second floor. Jumping out would cause a loud noise. Mercenaries were originally rolling on the edge of the knife, and a slight negligence would attract their attention.

He walked to the base of the wall, stretched out his right hand, raised it high, and inserted it, and inserted all five fingers into the wall of the solid basalt main body. Then he used a little force, moving his whole body, holding his left hand high, inserting again, and leveraging the force, and climbing slowly, without any sound.

On the third floor, the mercenary guards in charge of the guard occupied the left and right, and tied the six chiefs in the middle. The guards were not leaking. Caesar glanced into the window on the side and saw two men standing in a fierce manner standing there. It was already midnight, and it was the time when people were most sleepy. But the two of them did not blink and looked around them vigilantly, which was a rare warrior.

However, if Black Cat wants to kill the mercenary leaders, it will probably be difficult.

For him, Caesar, if he attacked for a strong attack, even if these leaders had a hundred lives, it would not be enough for him to cut them down. The defense power of the city lord's mansion was a slap for him. It would take only a few minutes to kill from the south to the north. However, if he committed the crime silently, he would not be the head of the Saint Seiya, and it would have to take some trouble.

Maybe Altay came to do it, even if he stood outside the manor, there might be a way to kill them.

He specializes in his profession, that's all - Caesar doesn't work, and it doesn't work even more like a black cat.

Now there is only one issue that concerns... Has the black cat taken action? It seems that he has never had the chance to take action, but he vaguely felt that a life has left, leaving silently.

Caesar pondered and decided to take a look. Although it seemed easier to break through the balcony of the room, for the mercenaries, they would definitely guard against all possible situations. The balcony might have been trapped by cautious mercenaries - well, at least it is an extremely sensitive alarm device. Caesar did not study this deeply, nor did they have many twists and turns, so it was easy for problems.

So, it's better to break through the corridor.

So, his right hand was inserted into the wall, his feet were supported on the wall, and Jiefang's left hand touched the window frame and suddenly exerted force.

The entire window was completely pulled down. At this moment, Caesar nipped his feet and pressed his right hand, drew a strange arc, and suddenly rushed into the villa. His left hand was still steadily carrying a large one-meter-high window. He rushed to the front of the first mercenary. His right index finger quickly pointed, and poked the guard's neck artery with one finger. The man fell down without saying a word, and seemed to be asleep.

Caesar swept his right leg with a clever force, and the fainting man steadily put the fainting man on the floor without a sound. At this moment, he was still one meter away from another person. It only took one second for this elite mercenary to send out the alarm signal.

But it had not been a second. Caesar opened his mouth, but no sound came out, but the silent power, or invisible sound waves, had already rushed towards the mercenaries. It was not like a dragon roar that could even shake people into pieces, nor was it like a howl that made people feel scared, but this silent shout did have amazing effects.

The mercenary fell down without saying a word, but he still had his eyes open, with vivid surprise in his eyes, and there was no sign of fainting at all, but he had obviously lost control of his body.

"Every time I use it, there is something new," Caesar gently put down the window frame in his left hand and the mercenary who was about to fall heavily. He slapped the other person's head and then slapped the person fainted. He had already worn a full-covered Avenger battle helmet on his head, and was not afraid of being seen by others. "There are many sounds in the world that human ears cannot capture, but other animals can communicate with sounds that humans cannot hear, like bats, like elephants, etc. - Saint Seiya's shouting skill is to listen to all the sounds of the world and turn them into their own use. This sound wave roar is really useful."

The Saint Seiya mastered the world and used sound waves to be at the forefront of the Seven Holy Land. Just like this aggressive sound wave power, it can pose a considerable threat to the enemy's combat consciousness and physical operation. The fourth elder of the Temple of War is proficient in this way. If the old gangster uses all his strength, it will be enough to play with the lives of tens of thousands of people in the applause at the same time. In terms of biological destruction, it is no less than the top magic of druids and wizards.

But one is that it is difficult to learn, and the other is to prevent the power from being abused. There are not many people in the Temple of War, but Caesar fell.

At this time, he was also showing mercy, and it only temporarily interfered with the other party's control of the body. If the sound wave was stronger, he would probably spend the rest of his life in bed.

"...Not good." Caesar's original plan was to take action first and force him to ask if the other party had a grudge against Black Cat. He thought that under such a strict guard, Black Cat had no chance to take action.

But he seemed to have the courage and means of the black cat.

What was inauspicious seemed to be the sound of water drops in the bathroom - the bodyguard with a low strength couldn't hear it, but Caesar could hear it. The ticking sound of landing was a bit sticky, and it was the echo of the dripping blood that was slightly solidified.

The king put his hand on the door handle. The unparalleled power of the world turned into several completely different forces and rushed into the door lock, stirring the thing in an instant. He slowly turned the handle open and pushed the door in.

What catches your eyes is darkness, weird darkness, reddish in the black.

The black orchids and black orchids in the room were so gorgeous, in this gradually stern autumn.

The snow-white walls seemed to be childish and wanton graffiti, spraying blood on it and splashing the walls. The red blood had been cold for a while, and it was showing a strange dark red - of course the lights in the room were not turned on, and the lights from the corridor turned off, which made the place look particularly strange.

Caesar sighed, and shouldn't have said anything good. He stretched out his hand, and a red ball of fire rose from his hand, illuminating the darkness in the house - for a moment, just a moment, it was enough for Caesar to see everything in the house.

Even the king, who had been tempered by killing and blood, could not help but take a breath of air conditioning.

This black orchid actually covers the entire house.

And none of these matters, what matters is, the dead.

He was killed silently in his sleep, then mercilessly, or he was blocked, restrained his hands and feet, and then accepted such pain.

Caesar has killed many people, many people, but most of them are clean and neat and not torture. He has never learned much of the torture secret technique of the shaman priests. Although the scene in the Blood Prison at the headquarters of the shaman priests is probably worse than here, there is indeed a slight chill in his heart.

It is no longer possible to know whether the deceased died with regret, curse, or surprise, or even which of the six people is the identity of the undead.

Because there are black orchids everywhere here.

The tender flower stems were actually inserted into them, like the sharpest blade.

Face, body, and body.

From the eyes, nostrils, ears, mouth, throat, and holes, they are full of holes, just like the legendary flower demon.

It seemed that the black orchid absorbed his flesh and blood as nutrients, used his body as soil, and used his despair of death as the condition for germination, blooming brilliantly.
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