Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 125 [Two Cards]

"Master!"

Outside the banquet hall.

Velen and Anya's battle against Emilio has actually come to an end.

Although Emilio is the second God of Destruction and has rich combat experience, Anya and Velen are no pushovers either. Two against one, they eventually defeated him.

Emilio's body was now riddled with bullet holes and knife wounds.

He slowly raised his head as he was dying, and looked at Sandro beating Ethan, and still showed a little smile.

"Oh, Emilio, I'm sorry, I really can't spare any effort, so you have to bear with it. Go to hell, I will help you avenge."

Sandro seemed to have no feelings for this loyal subordinate, and even his words seemed understated.

And at this moment, Anya and Velen's attack had arrived.

They wanted to fire first, but found that the gun misfired, so they immediately switched to close combat.

Anya's dagger and Velen's prosthetic limb hit Sandro's face together.

As a result, no injuries were caused. Instead, someone in the banquet hall had his face pierced and someone had his neck kicked.

"It's useless. No matter how hard you try, you can't hurt me."

Sandro ignored Anya and Velen's attacks and continued to attack Ethan's shoulder.

The blood had formed a small puddle on the ground.

Ethan smiled.

He threw the punch with a smile.

"That's enough, Sandro. It's time for you to die."

Ethan's words were a little puzzling, but they immediately aroused Sandro's vigilance.

He released unstoppable power from his whole body, and even several people in the banquet hall exploded and died.

He himself exuded a black and red aura, and the knife in his hand emitted a half-meter-long black and gold blade energy. He wanted to kill Ethan completely with one blow.

But at this moment, a huge amount of dazzling light suddenly emerged from Ethan's body, accompanied by a grand and sacred chant.

Sandro's knife was directly pushed away.

And that incomparably magnificent light evolved into a pious and dazzling figure.

Holy Quanti!
He woke up again and came to Ethan's side to protect him.

This was Ethan's first card.

Facing the extremely powerful San Quanti, Sandro was blown up by the strong energy. He stared at Ethan and growled: "It turned out to be you!"

"Yeah, that's me."

As Ethan said this, he came to the door of the banquet hall that had been smashed, and his powerful light also illuminated the crowd in the hall.

People heard an undeniable voice: "Look at me!"

This is Ethan’s second card, the real killer move!
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Time goes back ten minutes.

In the huge manor of the Charles family.

At this moment, it was occupied by the guards brought by Solomon.

Sophia, who was absent-mindedly painting in the garden, was now brought into the house by the servant.

Although her father smiled and told her that it was nothing, just some business dealings, she had never seen her father bring business home to handle.

At home, he always plays the role of a good father. He doesn't talk about work, but only about life, art and love.

This time is anything but ordinary.

Especially that officer who looked too young, my father actually showed some hidden fear in front of him.

Even though he hid it very well, he still personally brewed black tea for the guests.

But when did his father ever make tea for anyone?

Even if the consul came, he would not be treated like this by him, right?

Who is this person... Father, is something really going to happen this time?

In any case, the door was closed, and the good sound insulation prevented her from hearing any sound coming from outside.

Ned sat opposite Solomon and poured him a cup of tea.

"General, please have some tea. I heard you like pure tea, so I won't put anything else in it."

"You know me well."

Solomon smiled, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and nodded.

“Good tea.”

"Thanks for the compliment." Ned also took a sip.

Solomon had already put down his teacup and said, "Ned, you've had your tea. I've already given you face, so just come with me, okay? Don't resist unnecessarily. Your daughter is home too, and it won't look good."

"General, I think there might be some misunderstanding. I can explain it. You know, I've served the kingdom for many years and have never made any mistakes..."

Ned still didn't put down his teacup.

"Ned, I thought you were a smart man, but now it seems that you are not. Do you think I came to you without finding anything?"

Solomon narrowed his eyes, and he no longer had the calmness he had just had.

Ned was still holding the teacup in his hand, as if it represented his precarious fate.

He can't let go.

His daughter was still upstairs, and he couldn't let her spend the rest of her life in panic and misery.

He remembered what the man said.

Two days ago.

He is still looking at paintings in his collection room——

In fact, he was naturally praying to the Great Goddess.

He knew Solomon had set his sights on him, and he wanted to escape this situation.

However, he knew very well that once Solomon targeted someone, few could escape.

This young general, who looked to be no more than thirty years old, was unknown to others, but at Ned's level, he was already somewhat aware of his identity.

Solomon was actually a person who survived the long-ago Kingdom Establishment War period. He was once an important general in the pioneering army that was the predecessor of the kingdom.

It is said that if he had not been naturally averse to politics, he would have even had a chance to run for the first few terms as Prime Minister of the Kingdom.

He has not participated in politics directly. He has been lurking in the dark shadows, supporting the overall interests of the Kingdom Security Bureau and silently eliminating every possible threat to the kingdom.

If someone like this came to him, even with Ned's long-term experience, he would have no confidence and no plan.

He could only pray to the goddess, hoping that she could show him a way.

Even if it doesn't work out, he can still save his daughter.

But the goddess did not respond.

There was a voice he had never heard before, sounding behind him.

"I think I can help you."

"who are you?"

Ned turned around in surprise, only to find that the other person was filled with the aura of a goddess. No wonder he didn't notice the other person at first.

"I am naturally the goddess's messenger. She heard your prayers and sent me to help you out of this predicament."

The other person was wrapped in a black robe, and Ned couldn't guess who he was, especially since the aura on his body was extremely pure.

Maybe……

Is this really the goddess's messenger?
"Great messenger of God, may I ask what method of salvation the Goddess has asked you to bring?"

"It's very simple..."

The man laughed.

(End of this chapter)