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Of course, all of this is just hypothetical.

Now the homeless have hope. Chaos is dead, the Seraphim has been destroyed, and the Apostles of Hell are in Heo's hands.

The miniature nuclear reactor on He Ao's chest gleamed with a silvery light.

Only one is left.

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Chapter 255 I Disagree (Please add to your favorites, subscribe, and vote with monthly tickets)

"Taking over the left forearm"

"Left forearm takeover complete"

"Taking over the right forearm"

"Right forearm takeover complete"

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"Taking over the central combat system"

"Takeover complete"

With Eve's gentle voice, the massive energy cabin hatch slowly closed.

Heo doesn't need the auxiliary operating system of the Hell Apostles; it's not as user-friendly as Eve's.

He also doesn't need high-performance batteries, as they don't output as much as his miniature fusion reactor.

Streams of surging light poured out from He Ao's mecha and entered the massive energy pipes.

Lights illuminated the black mech body until its eyes emitted a dazzling light.

He Ao controlled the Apostle of Hell, moved it around a bit, and then slowly raised his head.

Above them was a huge circular steel gate, which was probably the exit for the mechs designed by Chaos.

These gates usually require a password to open, and since everyone around was dead, no one would open the gate for him.

He Ao stretched his hands behind his shoulders.

The Apostle of Hell did not have the dazzling jet engines resembling angel wings behind it, like the Seraphs; instead, it only had two giant swords placed across each other.

He drew two giant swords.

A torrent of flames erupted from the symmetrical jet engines beneath the waist of the Hell Apostle.

He leaped up suddenly, cleaved open the gate above his head with a single sword strike, and hovered in the night amidst the rain.

On the rooftop opposite him, a middle-aged man who looked gentle and refined twisted his neck.

He smiled and said, "It seems I'm a little late, but it's not too late yet."

His body suddenly swelled up, transforming into a three-meter-tall miniature giant.

Then he crouched down slightly and then leaped into the air.

click -

A slight sound came from where he had been standing, followed by cracks spreading out like a spider web.

He Ao held the sword with both hands, crossed in front of his chest.

Yarid collided with the crossed greatswords, and both of them were pushed back a distance.

A series of messages appeared in He Ao's field of vision.

This is a message from the old housekeeper.

The old butler was not with He Ao; instead, He Ao sent him to search for someone.

At this moment, He Ao's main screen is displaying a location coordinate.

Heo closed the window, glanced at Yalid, and engaged Yalid in combat.

As the two fought, they drifted further and further away from their original positions.

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"Floch, you called us here because you want to become the chairman of the board?"

The old man, wearing a tall hat and leaning back on the sofa, spoke softly.

The burning flames reflected on everyone's faces.

The old man gazed at the neatly dressed elderly people sitting on the sofa.

This is still the small house deep inside the tavern, but this time there are no dense crowds, only a few obviously older people.

Most of these people are veterans who have followed the Nolanca Group all the way, holding shares in the Nolanca Group and leaving their mark on the entire group. Their protégés and former associates are all over the group. Apart from the Nolanca family, they are the largest force within the group.

If they were to unite and fight tooth and nail, using all their strength, even the Nolanca family would be powerless against them.

Men.

If 'Vian' dies, they are fully capable of rebuilding a central organization for the group and quickly taking control of the entire Nolanca Group.

They were all intelligent people, and not kind at all.

With Yalid's earlier actions setting the stage, they all clearly guessed Flock's purpose.

After all, with 'Vian' dead, the Nolanca Group needed a new leader, and many of them were vying for that position.

"If you want this position, you'll probably need a reason to convince us."

Another old man picked up his glass of red wine and spoke slowly and hoarsely.

"Nolanca Group will go public, and I will not touch any of the newly issued shares before the IPO."

Floch paused for a moment.

This is a transfer of interests. If the power grab succeeds, the issuance of these new shares will effectively dilute the Nolanca family's stake. Furthermore, these newly issued shares will become a tremendous fortune after the company goes public.

"After purging the people from 'Wei'an, the general managers and department heads of the various subsidiaries will be recommended by the board members."

Floch continued.

This is a transfer of power.

These are the two most crucial aspects. After this transfer, the chairman of the Nolanca Group's board of directors no longer resembles a king, but rather the leader of an alliance.

But everyone knew in their hearts that this was a necessary thing.

None of them possessed the overwhelming power that Vian had, and this kind of relinquishment was something that had to be done regardless of who became the chairman of the board.

Flock's statement was both a statement of conditions and an expression of his own attitude.

The fact that he can stand here and take the initiative to convene all the directors proves that he has gained the support of the Nord Foundation.

A brief silence fell over everyone as they weighed the pros and cons.

Finally, an aged voice came from the crowd, "I agree."

This sound became the first domino to fall.

"I agree."

"I agree."

One voice after another rose and fell.

A smile gradually appeared on Floch's face.

He is about to pluck the most dazzling jewel of Kaya City.

creak-

Just then, the old wooden door was slowly pushed open.

A weak voice slowly rang out, accompanied by the sharp sound of the wooden door opening, "I disagree."

—Two minutes ago—

The battle between Yarid and Heo has reached a fever pitch.

Unlike the previous Seraph mech pilots, with Eve's help, Heo was able to command the Hell Apostles almost as easily as his own arm, and Yarid's expanded body was also much larger than Heo's at that time.

This also meant that Yalid was not able to take advantage of his smaller size in his fight against Heo.

More importantly, the target users of the Hell Apostles are mainly wanderers and mercenary groups in the wilderness. Unlike the Federation army, they do not have the ability to conduct legion-based coordinated operations and can deploy small mechanical cover mechs. Therefore, the Hell Apostles are equipped with many flexible parts to deal with small enemies.

He used these small robotic arms and machine guns very skillfully, leaving several wounds on Yarid's body.

However, Yarid's burst form is also stronger than Chaos'.

Chaos may have great talent, but he is too young after all.

Whether it's the utilization of power, the mastery of the talent sequence, or combat experience, Yarid is more skilled and stronger than Chaos, which is the source of his confidence.

Several times, Heo almost allowed Yarid to break through his defenses and launch a surprise attack on the vicinity of the cockpit.

The apostles of hell also suffered multiple injuries.

After a brief exchange, Heo repelled Yarid and, as he flew backward, asked softly,

"You want to create chaos in Kaya City to please the God of Chaos?"

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Chapter 256 Mission Completed (Long Chapter, Please Add to Favorites, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

“We didn’t intend to ‘mess up’ Kaya City,” Yarid, in his giant form, grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.

"We're just striking a spark with a flint next to this powder keg that's about to explode. We didn't sow the seeds of chaos; we're just here to reap the fruits of chaos."

As he smiled, a thought suddenly arose in He'ao's mind: this person's smile was so ugly that his mouth should really be torn apart.

This is the ability of a 'paranoiac'; Yarid seems to possess the same talent sequence as Chaos.