Swordsman Returns from Another World

Inès couldn't refute it. The plan the two of them were going to carry out here was something Baiyou would never agree to. Baiyou's approach was too open and aboveboard, or perhaps, that was just his image.

All the infected people regarded him as their savior... Inès, W, and everyone thought so, so they knew that they couldn't let him worry about those dark and dirty things anymore.

If Baiyou had to do these things, she would definitely do it without hesitation, but it was only because they felt sorry for Baiyou that Ines and Milana decided to hide it, just like Kal'tsit's concealment.

"The time has come. I'm going in. You keep watch for me." Milana raised her hand to her earphone and whispered, "Kulushiel, the plan has begun."

Krosier's voice came from Inès's headset: "Understood, the surveillance has been replaced. Remember, you have five minutes to complete it before the Sheriff's Bureau's support arrives, and don't leave any fingerprints behind."

"Don't worry, I don't have that kind of thing anymore." Milana said, took off her headphones and handed them to Inès.

Inès took the headphones and took two steps back.

Then, he looked at the tall woman in black in front of him.

Milana let out a long breath, raised her head, and then turned around.

Her figure gradually floated up, freed from the constraints of weight. Most of her body turned into thick black mist and slowly rose into the air. It was a suspension that could not be considered flying, but it was enough.

In this way, she flew towards the window on the second floor of the prison little by little.

………………

Kroning listened to the gunshots coming from outside, his heart full of anticipation.

In addition to the sound of gunfire, there was also the sound of swords clashing and screams.

Obviously, there was a team coming towards him.

This made his originally desperate heart beat again. It must be the Tobacco and Alcohol Spell Unit coming to save him, or some other force... He would always be useful!

"Bang!!"

Finally, there was a loud noise from the iron gate in front of him, and a ray of light finally came into the dim prison, and a fully armed man appeared at the door.

He frowned at Kronin who was chained to a chair in the cell and asked loudly, "Kronin, right?!"

"That's right! That's right, it's me, the one you're looking for!" Kroening struggled violently: "You're here to save me, right!"

"Do not."

An overly cold mature female voice suddenly appeared in the room.

The armed thug at the door suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at the darkest window in the room.

Kroning also turned his head and looked over.

Then, his eyes widened in horror.

I saw a terrifying figure passing through the window.

It was a terrifying woman wearing a black coat and a mask. Her body seemed to be made entirely of smoke, with the edges flickering, as if she was not a creature from this world at all.

She was tall, perhaps about two meters, and when her body floated into the room, her head almost touched the ceiling.

Her body gradually solidified, and the black long sword on her waist was unsheathed with the help of her thumb.

The scarlet blade was revealed.

"They are here to kill you, to silence you, poor creature." Milana whispered, "What a pity, me too."

The thug who was full of words did not rush to shoot, but asked solemnly in a low voice: "What kind of Originium skill is this? Who... who are you here to kill him for?"

"You are not worthy to ask me, you lackey of the alcohol and tobacco unit." Milana tilted her head slightly, revealing the scarlet inner side of her short hair, which seemed to be glowing.

"You want Kronin to die and Xiosta's chaos to go unpunished, but I'm different."

"For the sake of my beloved, I want to borrow all of your lives. Be generous, okay?"

She had no intention of discussing the matter properly, and sharp spearheads were slowly growing on her shoulders.

The solemnity in the air seemed to materialize into a pair of hands, strangling Kroning's throat.

Chapter 543: Say your last words

For a being like Milana, the team in front of them had no power to resist.

It was like a massacre.

Milana walked towards the door and easily took off the mercenary's head. Blood dripped from her fingers, but it did not stain her body at all.

She hummed a melodious war song in a low and hoarse voice. Without saying a word, she walked out the door accompanied by the sound of corpses falling.

The dark corridor was filled with the smell of gunpowder left by Originium ammunition, along with the scent of blood.

The tall, dark sergeant ducked his body and walked out of the door. His scarlet eyes seemed to be burning with flames fueled by blood, and thick black fog gushed out from both sides of his mask.

It was like a wild beast stretching out countless limbs, scratching the ground and walls in a messy manner, constantly spreading and stretching its body.

The ceiling light that was damaged by bullets was shaking, illuminating her blurry figure, as if someone had grabbed a nightmare from their mind, used reality as a canvas, and boldly painted a freehand gesture.

Arrogance, madness, and filled with murderous hope.

Milana threw the head in her hand forward. The helmet hit the ground with a dull thud, rolled a few times, and disappeared into the black mist.

Along with the horror on that face.

"Good evening, and bye," she whispered.

Then, move forward.

The mercenaries who were on standby in the corridor suddenly reacted. Arrows and bullets cut through the air and fog and shot towards them. The breakthrough fighters holding swords stepped forward with ferocity in their eyes.

Infantry, guards, warlocks, crossbowmen, sniper infantry... This chaotic team has strong tactical qualities, but it is really boring in front of Milana.

She even gently held the scabbard in her right hand, and used only her left hand to deal with everything in front of her, which was enough to become a nightmare in itself.

Blood flowed down her coat and formed a pool on the ground, gradually soaking the fallen bodies and the weapons that had fallen.

It flowed into the overheated gun barrels, wet the rubber grips of crossbows, and covered the slight scratches on the surfaces of swords.

Milana simply walked forward, reaching out her hand leisurely, taking the lives of one person after another, passing by each person and taking away lives one by one.

The feeling is completely different from before.

It was different from killing Casimirs on the battlefield, or hunting down infected people in the tundra... Milana suddenly found herself enjoying killing at this moment, instead of doing it out of necessity to obey military orders as she had done before.

I feel excited about taking other people's lives. When did I become such a bad person?

No, it doesn’t matter if it’s bad. What I’m doing is just something that my lover cannot trust to do.

My own happiness comes from... being able to help him, that's all.

Milana shook her hand, shaking off the last drop of blood from her fingertips.

Before I knew it, the entire corridor had become silent, with only the sound of sobbing coming from the deepest room.

Milana stood in the corridor, paused, then leaned over and picked up a silver revolver. The pistol was obviously made of Lateran craftsmanship, but there was no Lateran inscription on it. It seemed to be a high-end imitation.

She held the gun between two fingers and walked through the pool of blood without leaving any footprints.

He returned to the cell door, stepped over the headless corpse, entered the room, and looked at Kronin who was chained to a chair.

At this time, Kroening was already in tears. The fear of death weighed on his spirit, making him unbearable.

Embarrassing and pathetic.

Milana walked to the table, unscrewed the wheel of the gun in her hand, and six Originium bullets fell on the table with a clinking sound.

She placed the rifle on the table, raised her hand to take out the cigarette case from her pocket, and lit a cigarette, using it as the only source of light in the darkness.

The whole room was silent and dark, with only the light of a burning fire to make out anything.

Milana looked at the poor man in front of her and asked in a deep voice: "Any last words or questions?"

Kronin raised his eyes, and although he couldn't see Milana's face clearly, his eyes were full of resentment and hatred.

"You... who are you? Why are you killing me?"

"I am Milana from Rhodes Island. I am here to silence you. As for why...ha, of course I am borrowing your life to open up a new era."

Milana pulled a badge out of her pocket and threw it on the table, making a clinking sound of metal.

Kronin couldn't see the badge clearly, but Milana explained: "The badge of the Ursus nobility."

“Rhodes Island… Rhodes Island… Why, why is Rhodes Island everywhere, why!” Kronin seemed to be annoyed, and roared in frustration: “Why are you guys causing trouble everywhere! I’m about to succeed, why… where on earth did you guys come from?!”

"You don't know who we are?" Milana sneered, as if mocking Kronin for not recognizing reality: "We are human beings, different from disgusting things like you... real people."

"We have to open up a new era... For the infected, for more people, what we have to do is to bring the long-awaited hope to this land."

"Don't you understand, Kronin?" Milana picked up a piece of Originium ammunition from the table and kneaded it gently: "You also rose from the bottom little by little, didn't you? You can see it clearly."

"When you walked out of the village where you grew up and saw the prosperity and darkness of civilization, didn't you ever think for a moment in your heart... to do something?"

"You thought about it, but you were eroded. When Xiosta changed from a fishing village to a city, when it prospered little by little, when you no longer had to worry about tomorrow's full meals and winter clothes... Kronin, from that moment on you forgot who you were."

"And we didn't forget, it's that simple."

Milana placed the cigarette in her hand on the table, then picked up the rifle and loaded the Originium bullet into it.

"My lover brought hope, and I am responsible for spreading it. This will ensure that in ten, twenty, or even a hundred years, there will be no more tragedies caused by the infected in the world. Perhaps by then, people will still fight each other and use all sorts of schemes and intrigues, but at least the infected will no longer be without a future."

Milana was a little nagging. It seemed that she said these words not to make Kroening understand why he died, but to make herself more determined.

"Damn it... I get angry just thinking about it. If only he had appeared ten years earlier, how good would it be? Maybe I would be living in a better world now."

She cocked the bullet angrily, then cocked the hammer, ready to render judgment.

Pointed the gun at Kronen.

"Anything else you want to say?"

Chapter 544: Execution, Farewell

Kroning seemed to be driven into a corner. He knew very well that he would die today.

That's why I want to speak out all my crazy ideas.

hysteria.

"What are you talking about? Are you kidding me? Who do you think you are? A savior? You are just a pharmaceutical company. Where do you get such arrogant ideas?"

“Make the world a better place? Are you worthy of that? You have no idea what it took to build this city into such a prosperous place. That’s human lives, countless dirty assassinations and business tactics, not some bullshit ideal or hope!”

"Your lover... what the hell is that? So many people in history have failed to make the world a better place. Now look around, will anyone say that the Witch King saved the world? Will anyone say that the Khan saved the world? No!"

Milana lowered her hand and tapped the table lightly with the tip of the gun, stopping Kronen from speaking.

The sound of the gun barrel hitting the table was like a warning, as if telling Kroening that his life was now in someone else's hands.

Horror surged into Kroening's heart again, his lips trembled, and he could not utter the last evil words.

But Milana did not rush to kill him, or refute him angrily, but just whispered: "That was a time in the past without us."

"Kronin...we are indeed arrogant."

"We are so arrogant that we want to do something that no one in history has ever done, saving the infected and changing the world... You can say whatever you want. We are a group of idealists. What we want to do has never been done before and will never be done again."

"My love, his name is Baiyue, you are not qualified to judge him."

"White Glaze." Kronin sneered, "It's him... It's him, the doctor from Rhodes Island, the evil spirit from the Tower of Babel... Do you think I know nothing about you?"

"A... war commander, a doctor of medicine who appeared out of nowhere, such a person... does he want to be the overlord of the world?"

"Relying on the trust of the infected and the resources he has gathered from traveling around the world, does he want to become the next Khan? Or the next Witch King?"

"You said all that bullshit. In the final analysis, isn't he also a dictator? He's just more successful than me, but he hasn't ended up in the same situation as me."

Kroening burst into laughter and sneered, "How much more noble can he be than me? What you do is no different from what I do?!"

"He sent people to assassinate me and put the blame on Ursus. It was for his benefit. What's the difference between what you did and what I did?!"

He waved his arms ferociously, his hands were bleeding from the handcuffs, and the chains of the handcuffs clanged.

Milana said coldly: "He didn't want to kill you."

"From the moment you were arrested, he never had any intention of killing you. He even took the initiative to talk to that Ceylon Liberi and saved your life."

"You should have been secretly executed and died in a pool of lava."

Kroenig was stunned.

"It's not that he's kind, it's that he doesn't care. He thinks that even if you survive and make a comeback in the future, you won't be able to touch his position in the slightest and won't pose any threat."