The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

Texas just remained silent, not saying a word, but her right hand, which never left the hilt of the sword at her waist, showed her attitude.

Oh...I really want to smoke a cigarette.

She wondered when she learned to smoke... All the gangsters in Syracuse liked to smoke, so she followed suit and smoked one or two occasionally.

The environment is really terrible. It can easily change a person's habits.

When we are in a depressed mood, we always want to rely on external things to relieve ourselves, even if we know the harm of it, we still flock to it.

pat.

A tray was placed on the table.

Texas was about to light the cigarette at his lips when his fingers suddenly paused.

She took off her cigarette and looked at the Sarkaz in front of her.

In the hall, the music stopped at some point.

No one dared to speak. It was completely quiet and dead silent.

The eyes looking at us from all directions were full of fear and respect.

Behind the Sarkaz was an old lady from the Lupo tribe with gray hair.

Texas was no stranger to her. She was the supreme power in this country, the uncrowned king of Syracuse who controlled countless gangs as a whole, the Lady of Sicily.

Sarkaz reached out and took the cigarette from Texas's mouth, picked up a chocolate bar from the tray, pressed his thumb against her lips, and forcefully stuffed it into her mouth.

"The last descendant of the Texas family," there was no expression on the pale face of the Sarkaz, just like the glaciers in the polar regions that have existed for tens of millions of years, lonely, cold, and weathered.

Texas remained silent, suppressing a feeling of anger and confusion.

Then she saw the other person smile, a smile so cold that you couldn't find any emotion in it, "Do you want to be free?"

The words he spoke were like the devil whispering in your ear, seducing you, and hitting the mark of your desires with precision.

“…” Texas widened his eyes slightly.

"Since you are alone and helpless, why do you want to wander alone in a cage... [7 Corinthians 22:] For he who was called by the Lord as a slave is a freedman of the Lord. If you can be free, it is better to seek freedom."

Sarkaz took out a small cross from the pocket of his crimson suit and hung it around the girl's slender neck.

"You will have an opportunity today. Prepare your skills of killing and escaping..." He whispered, "Breaking the shackles will eventually leave you covered in wounds."

Mrs. Sicily smiled as expected, "Ms. Cellinina, you know the price of betraying the wolf pack..."

"Okay, according to the deal, from now on, all choices will be left to her to decide," the pale Sarkaz interrupted Lady Sicily indifferently, "whether it's life or death, and which path to take."

"Can you be so kind?" There was anger hidden in Lady Sicily's eyes, but her tone became more kind and gentle.

"If you can invest all your property into my research project before you die, I can hold a funeral for you according to the most standard ceremony of the Lateran Church."

Sarkaz drew out a guard gun and fired a shot at the dome.

Instead of panicking, the gang leaders just looked solemn and silent, looking at the broken windows pouring down.

In the lights, it looks like colorful neon rain.

An indescribable roar suddenly sounded outside the hall.

Then, the ground began to shake violently...

boom!

There was a sudden explosion.

The scarlet hound smashed through the high wall, and its huge animal head poked into the hall. It suddenly bit several gang leaders and tore them into pieces by shaking its head left and right and swallowed them.

"Your enemies are not here, dog," Akado rebuked coldly, "You should tear the throats of your own kind."

The ferocious scarlet hound trembled violently, and even uttered a humble whimper, then shrank back and ran off into the distance with a rumbling vibration.

Sarkaz threw a long sword made of blood to Texas, "Use the two swords you are most proud of. Today, your destiny is determined by yourself."

The girl bit off the chocolate bar, picked up the blood sword from the ground with her left hand, drew out the ceremonial sword with expensive ornaments at her waist with her right hand, and walked towards the exit of the hall without saying a word.

She didn't know why the Sarkaz helped her.

But if she died too, all the confusion would be unresolved.

A ray of light descended upon the endless rainy Syracuse. Even though it was as dark as blood and as pale as a skeleton, it urged her to take up her two swords and challenge the authority that she had never dared to cross.

......

The drizzle of rain, accompanied by the warmth of spring, falls on the streets.

The sky was gloomy and the air was unspeakably hot and stuffy.

The smell of blood permeated every corner you could see.

The bodies of the Syracuse gangsters were lying on the ground in all directions. The Luper girl was leaning against the brick wall in the corner of the alley, holding a bloody sword, gasping for breath.

"What a wonderful Syracuse opera, don't you think?" two crows whispered in the dark.

"It looks like she'll be our colleague."

"Don't speculate on the king's thoughts," the old crow reminded in a hoarse voice.

The lonely and helpless wolf met the almighty monarch at a banquet. Perhaps out of pity, or perhaps a sense of déjà vu, a divine decree was given.

Walking through the thorny road stained with blood, you will always see the bright future ahead.

Maybe it's a reward...

Akado stood on the top of a clock tower, playing with an exquisite Syracuse mechanical watch, overlooking the entire city.

The pale figure was imprinted under the gray sky.

25. It's just a puppy

A wolf came from the wilderness and walked through the city of Longmen.

He brought desolation to the wilderness, brought barbarity and bloodiness.

It was as if a floodgate had been opened in the sky, and heavy rain fell. The originally sunny weather suddenly became gloomy. In response to the high temperature of summer, the dragon gate seemed to have turned into a stewing pot in an instant. The unspeakable heat was everywhere, making people feel gloomy involuntarily. Office workers on lunch break ran to the nearest store to avoid the rain, took out communication terminals to connect to the Internet and began to complain, actively spreading negative energy. There were also sighs in the school where classes were in session. Rainy days meant that the physical education teacher had to take sick leave... No, it seemed that the physical education teacher had a terminal illness from the beginning, and only at the graduation ceremony would he drag his sick body to the stage with difficulty.

It was not until a biting cold wind blew that he stopped and looked at the street in the distance.

A short, fat and honest figure staggered towards them.

He is Liberi, the Great Emperor, the Master of the Pole.

"Wolf Lord Zaro..." Penguin took a last puff of his cigarette and threw the expensive cigar that couldn't light up into the trash can. "You made me give up the card game and I can't even smoke a cigarette. What a heinous crime."

"Has the entertainment life in the modern city corrupted you to this point?" Zaro sneered at the emperor.

"Hey, man... I'm not in a good mood today. I don't want to chat with you about this endless stuff." The emperor raised his sunglasses. "I advise you to get out of my city right now before I get angry."

"Your city, hehe," Zaro's body slowly turned into smoke.

hum...

At some point the penguin raised his guard gun - a toy made of cardboard, springs and rubber bands.

But Zaro's body trembled suddenly.

"You..." The emperor was dumbfounded. Why are you shaking? Are you afraid of this toy gun? This is what he made based on the Jackal of Akado.

Oh... The emperor suddenly laughed, and his laughter became more rampant. "Are you scared by Akado's guard gun?"

Zaro regained his composure, "I have never been afraid of that blood demon. He is not even half my age..."

Suddenly, an indescribable roar sounded in the heavy rain.

"Acardo! How come your dog ran out again!" The emperor angrily picked up the communicator that had been hanging on the phone and complained into the microphone.

"Wait...Boss, it's your turn to open the cards," Yis said on the other end of the phone.

In the bar, Acardo and Is sat opposite each other, playing 21 points. (The game is played by 2 to 6 people, using 52 cards except the big and small jokers. The goal of the players is to make the sum of the points of the cards in their hands not exceed 21 points and as large as possible.)

"Okay, help me open it."

"It's 3."

"That's good." The emperor calculated his current holding points and then looked at Zaro.

Eh? Where's Zaro?

In the heavy rain, a red-gray mist gradually moved away.

"Ha, it's just a puppy."

Akado played the last card.

"It's 7. I lose."

He threw down the cards in his hand, and the total was 26.

With the blood demon's memory, he can easily remember the order of a deck of playing cards.

unless......

Unless someone turns it into the purest game of luck.

Akado glanced at Is and didn't care, "Go on."

*

When Angel of Power returned to the dormitory, the first thing she did was to turn on the air conditioner, then she took a shower, wrapped herself in a blanket and curled up on the sofa.

"Croissant, insert the dish!"

"Ah?" Croissant, who was wearing shorts, looked at Angel in surprise, "What are we going to play today?"

“Overwatch.”

"Sister Nian Angel... this game is about to be shut down."

"Of course I know," the Sakota girl said angrily, "I'm here to say goodbye to this game."

“In the next... this last month, I want to get into the top 500 in the Longmen ranking!” The girl waved her little fist, and there seemed to be flames burning in her eyes.

"Ah... I see," Croissant blinked, put the game disc away, and sat on the sofa. "If my favorite game is going to be shut down, I will probably do the same as you, Sister Exia."

"Hehe," Exia nodded without denying, patted Croissant's thigh approvingly, then lay down on the sofa, picked up the controller and started to play the ranking mode.

......

15 minute later.

"What is this?!" Archangel was dumbfounded.

I saw a death replay perspective on the screen. The enemy's Hanzo pulled the bowstring to its full extent, and the perspective was shaking violently as if twitching. Then the arrow flew out, and across half of the map, it shot me in the head and killed me instantly as I had just left home with incredible precision.

From this moment on, the nature of the game changed.

My teammates also began to show a level of operation far beyond human comprehension, with all kinds of incredible movements, fancy but accurate skill throws...

Angelica didn't know how she survived the long game round. When she entered the game settlement page, she subconsciously wanted to click the report button, but she then thought of the game operator who was no longer in operation.

The girl was silent, and her cute face, which was always filled with smiles, was now filled with depression and confusion.

What happened to this game...

She felt her nose a little sour and her eyes were swollen.

There was still a drizzle outside the window, and the low chirping of cicadas could be heard in the gloomy streets.

"Overlook", which was infused with her hard work and passion, died forever in the midsummer of this year in Longmen.

26. The so-called hard heart

The wolf lord Zaro landed in the wilderness. He roared, trying to scare the "dog" that was following him from a distance.

It was a scarlet monster with eyeballs all over its body. It had a wolf-like appearance, but was hideous and evil. Under its deformed jaw was a bloody mouth that was big enough to bite off a house when opened.

He is the Apostle of Akado.

It is a terrifying creature that has bitten and torn Zaro and other wolf lords to pieces countless times. It is beyond the understanding of the Beast Master.