Unspeakable bubbles

The captain of the guards said urgently, "Sir, this is not the time to talk about this. Please ride away from here immediately."

"They're all crazy, brothers, we can't hold them off any longer!"

madman?

Carmen glanced at a man in black who was still emitting a sinister laugh after his hands were cut off, and nodded.

They are indeed a group of terrifying lunatics.

"Hold on, I'll get reinforcements and come back."

Carmen certainly has hidden methods; if he stayed to help, he and the guards might be able to defeat the men in black.

But what does the life or death of these humans have to do with Carmen?

Whether it was Monk's will to die or the guards risking their lives to create a chance for him to live, none of it stirred the slightest ripple in Carmen's heart.

He mounted his horse and prepared for a strategic retreat.

At this moment, a man in black who hadn't made a move the whole time looked up at Carmen, who was about to escape.

He muttered a few words to himself, and the blood-red dagger in his hand vanished instantly.

Carmen swayed on horseback.

He looked down and discovered that a dagger was stuck in his heart!

How did you do that?

His body was formed from his own power, so what would be a fatal injury to an ordinary person was nothing to Carmen.

So even now, Carmen showed no sign of panic.

until......

The power of the crimson dagger truly erupted, and the destructive force that swept across the battlefield made Carmen let out a muffled groan.

'To suffer! '

Before she could think any further, Carmen let out a piercing scream!

Visible energy fluctuations spread from Carmen's side. Whether it was the guards or the men in black, they were all suddenly hit by this wide-ranging attack on their souls and collapsed to the ground with their eyes rolled back.

In the blink of an eye, apart from the warhorse that Carmen barely managed to protect, everyone else was unable to get up again.

"Damn it."

Carmen's body suddenly became indistinct. He took a deep breath and barely managed to suppress the power of the dagger.

"Which faction is it, exactly?"

Gritting her teeth, Carmen walked up to a man in black and ripped off his veil.

He was just an ordinary middle-aged man, nothing particularly remarkable about him.

Carmen tried to flip through the black doctrinal book that had fallen next to the man in black, only to find it was full of blank pages.

'Is this a deliberate attempt to create a false impression and frame someone? Or is it just a habit?'

Carmen snorted coldly, having gleaned no useful information from the Black Scripture.

You think fainting is enough? I'm not short of soul-searching techniques either!

Carmen lifted the middle-aged man's eyelids, and a red light gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Tell me, who wants to kill me!"

This domineering secret technique, however, has triggered an unprecedented backlash this time.

Although he was still unconscious, the middle-aged man's lips slowly curled up.

Finally, he gave Carmen an incredibly eerie smile!

Carmen's expression finally changed, and he leaped backward, but it was too late.

"boom!"

After its swollen body reached its limit, it suddenly exploded, and Carmen, who was in the center of the explosion, was blown away without even uttering a sound.

Section 513, Chapter 512: Space Battleships

Amidst the ravaged battlefield, a small, thin man's eyelids twitched.

He barely managed to open his eyes, and his head was buzzing, as if countless bees were buzzing around his ears.

After lying on the ground for a while, the man seemed to remember something and struggled to sit up.

"Captain, sir, are you alright?"

A hoarse voice rang out, and the first person to wake up was neither a well-trained elite of the Viper team nor the unpredictable man in black, but rather—Monk!

"Huff, huff, Captain, Captain, wake up."

He nudged the captain beside him, but the captain remained motionless on the ground.

Staggering to his feet, Monk looked around, bewildered.

What happened? Why is everyone lying unconscious on the ground?

I'm awake. What should I do?

My lord, by the way, did Lady Carmen escape?

Monk suddenly had a target in mind, and he laboriously took steps, looking at each one one by one.

No,

wrong,

Well... phew, no, it's not that either.

Huh? There's an unlucky guy up ahead whose body was blown in half.

Wait, wait a minute, why does he look so familiar!

Monk walked over with trepidation, and after seeing the 'unlucky guy's' face clearly, he burst into tears.

"My lord, my lord, you died such a terrible death!"

"Waaaaah, I was supposed to be going out for negotiations, but why are you so unlucky?"

"My lord, what should I do?"

"It's so noisy, so noisy! Help me up!"

scare!

When the half-body suddenly opened its mouth to speak, Monk was so frightened that he wet himself.

"Ghost, there is a ghost!"

"..."

Watching Monk sprint away, Carmen gave a wry smile.

This time, we've really messed up.

He was using all his remaining strength to suppress the dagger in his heart, and he couldn't move at all.

If, at this moment, a man in black were to wake up...

"Ka, Lady Carmen?"

Monk returned, keeping a distance from Carmen, and asked with some trepidation, "You, you've lost half your body, how, how can you still speak?"

"..."

"Silly boy, I have a secret technique. This little injury won't kill me."

"But if you keep dawdling, and one of those men in black wakes up, we're really finished!"

"Lady Carmen, hold on!"

Monk's spirits lifted: "Once I've finished off those men in black one by one, I'll head to the grasslands for help!"

"No, don't finish him off."

“Those men in black are very strange. If you go and finish them off, I’ll really be doomed.”

"Listen to me, take me with you now, mount your horse, and head straight to the grasslands!"

"Then, those guards..."

"Them? Good luck to them."

Monk remained silent for a while, but ultimately listened to Carmen's advice.

"My lord, hold on tight to me, we're setting off!"

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"Murata, it seems there's no truth hidden within the Fifth Kind Contact Society after all."

The little girl put down the last magazine and said with some regret, "I finished reading all the newspapers yesterday, and I've flipped through all the magazines now."

"The truth is, there is none."

"No, this shouldn't be happening. There are so many, yet not a single one is real?"

Murata Ryo looked utterly bewildered: "All the hard work you and I have put in these past few days has been for nothing?"

"Even if we don't find it, Bubble has had a very fulfilling time these days."

The little girl comforted Murata: "The important thing is the process of trying, don't worry too much about the result."

"..."

"what!"

Murata, looking utterly dejected, suddenly exclaimed, "I've got it! There's more, there's more!"

"Bubble, I still have treasures left behind by our predecessors."

"You haven't seen those treasures yet!"