The Riddler Get Out of Terra

What a desperate fact this is...

Askalon thought painfully: The situation is now obvious. The master assassin code-named W serves the big shot who is now in Kazdaele. He lurked into the Tower of Babel to collect intelligence a few months ago, and even used his unparalleled acting skills to show off in Next to Theresa.

And now, as long as her master orders it, Her Highness Theresia's head may be present at the enthronement ceremony, so that all the forces participating in the celebration will understand who is the real master of Kazdaele.

And she, Askaron, was the culprit behind His Highness's assassination.

As the leader of the secret guard, he was unable to see through the secret hand of the ancient force on the other side, exposing His Royal Highness to the butcher's knife; as a senior fighting master, he was unable to see through the explosive muscles hidden under his beautiful body and remove traces of exercise With his limbs, the possibility of overcoming others is completely lost.

As Theresia's protective barrier, she actually followed a few mercenaries to the local base camp so confidently? !Relying on her meager skills, she was so bold as to rob the camp as if she was in an uninhabited land - and then was physically punished. Now, she will pay the price for this wrong time, wrong behavior, and wrong enemy.

The most tragic thing is that he who is about to be dealt with cannot send back the news of the rebellion among the insiders!

At that time, His Highness Theresia

The trustworthy W will serve as a competent nail and deliver all news about the Tower of Babel until the order is received to remove His Highness's head.

No, I will never allow it! ! !

Askalon opened his eyes wide with bloodshot eyes stimulated by shock and despair, and twisted his body crazily and struggled:

Can't fall, can't fall, can't fall, can't fall, can't fall, can't fall! ! ! ! !

If he falls here, His Highness's safety will really be controlled by the new king. W, the most hidden bitch will definitely plunge the Tower of Babel into an abyss! ! !

It must not be like this, it must not be like this! ! ! ! !

Askalon was struggling crazily. The black thread was the creation of the Origin Stone spell. After being restricted by the Source Stone technique created by Macaron and similar mental spells, the leader of the secret guard, who was left with only his basic body, was covered in bruises and could not escape from this dragnet. .

And that shameless, vicious, heartless, unfaithful and unfilial "bitch" walked slowly behind the crazily squirming Askalon, laughing and commenting on the secret guard leader's desperate escape as if observing a bug. action:

In the past, at the Tower of Babel, W was extremely afraid of Askalon. This woman could easily kill her, and she had a heart of stone that didn't worry about much. As long as Miss Cockroach dared to provoke, her cold murderous aura would have been aimed at this smart-aleck fool. His neck and other vital points prevented W, who was born with a dangerous instinct, from making mistakes - in Kazdare, this was an excellent quality that could only be possessed by top mercenaries who had worked hard for many years.

Even in front of Lord Kelsey, Miss Cockroach dared to use her skills and useful words to say a few words of joy, but facing Askalon, she was struggling and trembling. Even when joking, she had to tense up to be careful of an inadvertent surprise attack.

But now, the former cowardly mercenaries mocked the leader of the secret guard who was protecting Theresia with utmost humiliation and looked at the struggle of an extremely skilled assassin regardless of dignity and honor. The Kazdaele royal family secretly Wei's cold blade was laced with a layer of embarrassment due to his shameless struggle to survive.

But Askalon didn't care - she really couldn't tolerate an untimed bomb lurking around His Highness because of her own negligence. The Blue Dot team was blinded by the sun that came to the world, and Askalon again How is it possible not to pay attention to the giant etched bullets that revolutionized the way Terra fought?

The only way she could think of was to use the amazing maneuverability of the land boat named Rhode Island to hide the coordinates. If there was a traitor who continuously provided information to this legion, and an artificial sun came down, Askaron tried to protect it. Everything will be reduced to ashes.

She has been shrouded in death and regret to the point of collapse. She knows that there is a nail driven into the center eager to aim at her heart, but the people around her know nothing about it. Askalon even remembers that the evil spirit thinks it is necessary to re-examine W. Through Blue When applying for an elite team member, Kelsey and His Highness had some hesitant remarks:

"Doctor, W is a good child, and she is also Kazdale's child with the right to choose. I can feel the gratitude of an ignorant soul for being saved. Let her stay in the Tower of Babel."

"A team that chants no secrets is still planning the future with great interest even after sending off its captain. Loyalty and straightforwardness have never appeared in their creed. Such a team enters the ranks of elite operators without passing the assessment? Isn't this a case? joke."

"But W has no brains, but Team Blue Dot has brains."

"In a battlefield where even the thoughts of evil spirits cannot be limited, what is the difference between young children and ordinary people? Why do you need some immature and barbaric thoughts to grow wildly when you can handle the situation?"

"Lord Kelsey, the doctor's idea is correct. Although their hearts are still a little obscured, I can feel a sincerity and expectation..."

……

The leader of the secret guard unconditionally supported His Highness's idea, but now he regretted it so much that his whole body was trembling - there was a demon snickering and hiding in the heart of the Tower of Babel to spy on the king of Kazdaele, while the counselor's top chess piece was suddenly changed. The negligence fell into the hands of the enemy. If this continues, the Tower of Babel will be finished!

"Oh, how pitiful you are, Your Excellency Askaron~~"

Askaron's sweat-soaked clothes instantly hit her with a cold feeling of panic:

In her limited field of vision, a pair of thick boots filled with black mist appeared. The heel of one foot was pressed against the upper of the other foot. The toe of the shoe hit the ground cruelly, kicking up layers of dust. Askalon's face was covered in sweat.

When she looked up, the newly-appeared hunter seemed to sense this sight, and the black mist covering her body gradually dissipated along Askaron Bazo's gaze.

"..."

Askaron looked at the assassin who was exactly the same as the W behind her who was kicking her back carelessly.

Chapter 52 W

"You are so embarrassed~~ Senior Askaron, you are like a quail and you dare not move now~~"

The newly appeared W laughed at her and said.

As the black mist dissipated, the pointed tail that was originally wrapped around the leg to conceal its existence moved playfully, but the crackling sound made Askalon understand that this was a murderous weapon that was accustomed to taking human lives.

Two...two W's...

Askalon's thoughts, which were disrupted by the horrifying facts, reactivated like solid ice that had been painstakingly carved by an icebreaker. The solidified logic chain rotated on the rusty gears, allowing her body to react to the dizziness caused by the huge physical exertion. .

"Ah, you look so stupid now~"

Another familiar sound

The frivolous taunts came from other directions. Hearing the sound, Askalon turned his head and looked over, only to find that black shadows rose from the shadows at different speeds. The staggered figures were fast and slow, and the fastest shadow was He had fully emerged, walked a few steps and ran out of the shadows, scattering the black mist while taunting the veteran secret guard captain with a voice that was exactly the same as W's.

But she was by no means the last one. As time changed, one shadow after another came out of the darkness, noisily commenting on Askaron.

The body that lost the cover of the black mist still wore the same clothes, petite black riding boots, tight black jeans that outlined the beautiful shape of the legs, and a gray velvet sweater that also did not hide the well-developed breasts and slim waist...

——They are like W who will mature after a few years. They have enough femininity, but also have sharp skills and sophisticated equipment that the stupid fan doesn't have.

But the language habits that are good at irritating others are even more annoying:

"She looks like a Pelo, but she's also a stupid Jingba."

"Don't say that. She doesn't have the old face of Jingba. Although she is so old that she almost smells old, she still looks young and beautiful."

"Wow, does that mean that Theresia has lived for at least 200 years? 200 years... pigs should have become sperm, right? And they ended up looking like that stupid thing?"

"Experience, think about it. Even the lady who has lived for who knows how long puts on a bad face and pretends to be cool. A senior like Theresia who has been here for more than 200 years can be forgiven."

"My sister is amazing, but it doesn't make any difference to say that there is no difference in Tracys? A bunch of sin pardoners are making all kinds of nonsense, but they are not very good in actual work."

"At least I got it secretly... (very quietly), it's much higher than Theresia and Kelsey!"

"It makes sense and makes sense!"

……

The taunts of Dark Music came from all directions. When Askaron first heard them, the angry smoke penetrated his body, but now he was tortured by the endless rumors and had a splitting headache:

Too much, too much!

There is an unusually frivolous and irritating voice of W before and after, and he uses various ways to mock the three leaders of the Tower of Babel. Just one listen can make Sakaz, who supports the Kazdaele royal family, furious. Tremble.

Askaron, who was stimulated by the multi-directional sounds, quietly turned her head to look around, only to find that these sounds were the sounds of real people. From other directions that she could not see, they were no different from what she saw. Cockroaches appeared continuously from the darkness, whispering to Askalon while chatting at the party. The noisy voice made Askalon feel like he had fallen into hell.

boom--

The leader of the secret guard hit his forehead on the rough sandy ground. He used the deep dull pain and the drowsiness naturally derived from the impact on his skull to force himself away from his precarious spirit stimulated by the scene beyond his cognition. He re-observed with his vision dyed red by the blood flowing out. It seemed like something was wrong with this group of people.

It wasn't until she regained consciousness that she discovered the difference between these W's and the cockroach in the Tower of Babel:

There is no doubt that the figures of these secret guards are much better than that cockroach who thinks he is smart but has no moral integrity. The chest armor alone is more than two cups larger than that of the malnourished but good-looking idiot. Needless to say, it is full of flesh without affecting the slender legs. Even if it is covered by the tight pants, Askalon can still see the slender muscles hidden under the fat layer.

After all, the information she obtained through the brief contact was only a rough judgment, and now it seems that the difference is very different - the fat content of the new W is much higher than that of the W that originally bound Askalon, and the latter's slender limbs made Ah Silkaron felt like a well-trained assassin, but the former made the secret guard captain feel like countless vases in the harem of King Sakaz.

Without him, it is really too big, so big that it should not exist on Terra.

What's even more deformed is that the shoe sizes of these top mercenaries are much smaller than the W - smaller than the mistresses of the pampered Sakaz high-ranking nobles in Askaron's memory. These assassins who emerged from the shadows, Gu Pansheng, The body is bright, the flesh and bones are delicious, and the explosive figure is as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark - an assassin should never be conspicuous.

They will never be that W. If W has such a ridiculous physical condition, she should appear in the bed of a Sakaz noble or a Terran noble to flatter her. The heavy tent and the frivolous and coquettish-looking Sakaz beauty complement each other. Hui——When Kazdael stirred up fear in the countries of Terra, this scene was the scene that many nobles worked tirelessly to see.

But so many beautiful and charming Ws appeared here. The cockroach who showed great talent when he first met with the Hedley team was degraded from his skills to his appearance in front of these secret guards - he was obviously a Compared with these model people, W is like an ugly duckling who knows nothing.

fine……

Askalon secretly breathed a sigh of relief: The worst W in front of him is much better than the noob waiting to die in the Tower of Babel. Even if the stupid cockroach uses the strength of sucking milk, it is estimated that even the assassin at the beginning will be better. Not even a finger can hit it.

But this also proves His Highness's safety: no one will use a failure as a spy.

At this moment, Askaron was certain that the rookie who was trembling when he saw her in the Tower of Babel was definitely not an undercover agent. She was not even qualified to join this force!

What's more, it would be difficult for these people to pretend to be W and sneak into the Tower of Babel: their figures are so good that even if they put on a corset, they are bigger than W.

As long as the secret guards are not blind, they can see who the real W is.

After all, if it's small, you can add some material to cover it up, but if it's too big, you can't cut it off, right?

But even so, that W should be isolated and observed...

"I always think you are thinking about something very offensive, Miss Askaron."

While Askalon relaxed, a boot stepped on her plain white face. The clever force forced the secret guard captain's cheek to stay fixed on the dirty earth stained with blood, tears, and saliva. There is no painful torture - the body of the Isakaz clan can make Askalon's face scratch on the ground with a little force, lightly filling in a few scratches - by the way, it can be given to the greedy Mother Earth. Try a little bit of minced meat.

"..."

However, Askalon still did not speak. Realizing that His Highness was not in danger, the assassin leader maintained his indifference and desperation as a royal white glove. His strong bones would not be softened by humiliation and ridicule.

"We know you won't say anything," another W with the same tone fluttered over Askalon's head. This is the truth. These W's have no intention of torture to extract confessions from beginning to end. The most torturous thing is It's just a bunch of people showing up to point and criticize Askaron, and even ridicule him for his dressing sense.

Even just thinking about it, the secret guard's hand gritted her teeth - if she could escape death in this mission, she would definitely beat up that W when she returned to the Tower of Babel.

——This group of ruthless people are really unbeatable, and their deep intuition warns them wildly. Even if they commit a taboo of assassins: underestimating the enemy, it is still enough to kill Askalon in an instant.

"However, Miss Askaron, it seems that the Tower of Babel that you rely on for your dedication will soon become an illegal organization in Kazdaele. When the time comes, I hope you can protect your highness and promote that on Terra. What about doctrine~~"

W, which had moved to Askaron's ear, attracted her anger and attention in a few words.

Chapter 53 Coming

There is information!

Askalon's ears perked up. The switch from heartbroken to inexhaustible was shockingly fast. On the surface, he still looked calm and waiting for death without caring. This is the basic quality of an intelligence officer. When you hear information related to intelligence, you must immediately maintain a high degree of mental sensitivity and maintain the normal response of your body. Avoid micro-expressions and micro-movements that should not occur, which may cause good opportunities to fall short, or even harm yourself.

And "W" who didn't care about revealing the news didn't seem to be affected by Askalon's violent mental state. He was still contentedly plotting news that shouldn't exist in the wilderness under the cold moonlight. The fleeting opportunity was In front of Askalon, as long as she maintains her current attitude of having nothing, everything should turn around!

"You are so naive, Your Excellency Askaron."

"W" suddenly stopped, teasing Askalon's mentality like a funny cat, repeatedly mocking the assassin leader's tough as ice soul, but she still continued to tell the news Askalon wanted to hear:

"The day of Kazdaele's unification will come tomorrow. The false kings Traces and Theresia will be demoted to common people. The rule of the Sakaz royal family will be turned into history. Everything you are proud of will be turned upside down. .”

The large "W" moved away the sole of its foot that was stepping on Askalon's head, which made Askalon's pain less - "W"'s feet were very small, and stepping on her head with the same force hurt even more. The small contact area brings relatively high pressure, and combined with the force deliberately exerted by "W", it is enough to ensure that Askalon is not dead and that she will not feel uncomfortable at the same time.

snort!

After all, they are a group of cultivated deformed creatures!

Askalon did not have the strength to punish these cockroaches who insulted her, so she could only mock them with their physical characteristics that were not suitable for appearing on the battlefield - even in the eyes of ordinary mercenaries who were not from the Tower of Babel series, they had little feet. It can be called a fatal weakness, and the mortality rate in the face of stray bullets is much higher than that of normal people.

But such weaknesses usually appear in female slaves raised privately by nobles. They are enveloped by vicious desires and have to lose their normal growth of flesh orifices and are forced to be restrained by deformed bodies:

Just like these "W"s, the nobles were so cruel that they removed the ribs of young children to shrink their waists, and injected hormones to plump up the slender waists with plump fat masses - even if the missing ribs and overly plump flesh would make it difficult for slaves to breathe. , exhausted, the Sakaz people, who are famous for their long lifespan, only have 20 years left to live due to their ugly desires.

During this time, he has to face the severe torture of his master, and all kinds of twisted demands lose their cover in the darkness, growing unscrupulously and savagely.

That's not all. In the more exquisite Sakaz slave-made services, there are also transformations in which slaves are put in shackles to restrict their growth, and their internal organs are destroyed to increase the weight of deformed fat masses - think about it, stepping on the ground is like cutting with a knife. Feet and things that are so heavy that they can crush a person to death if they sleep on their back grow on a person's body? !

At the same time, slaves even have to drag their sick and painful bodies to serve their masters, serve tea, sing and dance, receive guests, and even be given to the equally disgusting Sakaz nobles... Only in this way can they get a Food that doesn't fill your stomach.

Sickness, hunger, abuse, corrosion... A qualified Sakaz female slave can live for ten years and must burn high incense - but the average life span of a normal Sakaz is nearly three hundred years old.

Slave traders cruelly transformed them just to obtain a weak life that could not live a normal life without its master and could only wait for death. Those who were perverted enough would secretly release it.

Slaves who have awakened their own will are forced to wail in pain in the cold world. When the vases who have lost the ability to make a living face the malice of humans, their most violent resistance is just to raise their voices and scream loudly.

——Finally, she was taken away by her owner like a puppy, and was beaten severely in front of her companions who also longed for freedom.

Every year, a large number of Sakaz slaves die due to a cold wind. What about the creatures who were beaten severely and left to dry in the cold wind all night?

Before Theresia's rule, there were countless such cruel acts in secret. Even in the city drains very close to the royal city, there were weak and deformed corpses of these little slaves. Their destructively transformed bodies had no possibility of being recycled by Rhine Life and could not be recycled. Only those who continue to create value for slave traders will be thrown into the most common burial ground in Kazdaele.

Even the poor people in the sewers were uninterested when they saw the bloody, purple and red images of torture and cold wind.

——What can the poor scum do when they become lustful and are too poor to even go to a brothel?Many of them would go to the sewers to try their luck in fishing for something, but even such hungry scum were not interested in the poor slave girls!

How should they be abused?

Even Ironheart Regent Tresis was furious at the shocking current situation. In the early days of the rule when the brother and sister were relatively harmonious, slave traders and the scum of the era were completely swept out of the stage of history.

But even in today's civil war, the inexhaustible weeds are growing slowly by absorbing nutrients from the desires of Victorian businessmen, Sakaz lords, and gold diggers from many countries with their flattery and self-indulgent roots.

In a place where Theresia could not see, these long-dead creatures were still happily enjoying the remains of her human limbs, munching on the most undesirable meals in the world.

—until someone, Joe, decided to make Kazdaele great again.

One of the main tasks is to punish Lingchi for his many crimes. The "W" slave merchants do not understand the vicious curse in Askaron's heart. Many slave merchants are horrified to call them "the revengeful ghosts of the slaves". Lun's fleeting mental impression of the twisted flesh and body had a simple understanding. She only thought that she was going to go back and beat Ms. Cockroach to pieces and make her bloody and bloody. However, she did not expect that the leader of the secret guard chose to employ the most filthy person in the world after he could not find any favor with his words or hands. The fate of contempt is analogous to their origins.

Although Qiao Lun designed the Shadow Demon "W" completely according to his own preferences, their life experience really has nothing to do with Askaron's imagination. In addition, Boss Qiao has always killed slave traders without letting go. Naturally, He couldn't understand the curse in Askalon's heart.

So the "W"s, who were slandered as the "fat chicken cup" of the aristocracy, continued to reveal Kazdaele's upcoming future to Askaron, otherwise?Haha, wouldn’t it be a beautiful sight to have a Sarkaz secret guard in Boss Qiao’s collection?

"The border will no longer resist. They will quickly offer their loyalty to the Sakaz royal family and bend their knees that they have already bent countless times in exchange for the meager bread crumbs in the hands of Resandral,"

"And you, Askaron, you and your Highness will lose all the inherent advantages. Have you seen that white-haired, blue-eyed blood demon? He is Han Xin, who commanded the entire Fifth Army to defeat [-]% of Kazdel's strength. , crushed the commander of the Prince Regent's Army, he will fight with the evil spirit of Babel in your mouth, and let you roll out of Kazdael in a smooth manner, or come to His Majesty Lysandral and bow your self-righteousness. Brain.”