Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

"If Senior and Miss Jeanne knew about this, would we still be able to go out tonight?"

"I guess it's still online now."

Mash Kyrielight and Ophelia Famsolone, two good friends and members of Group A, are working together for the first time, and their first mission is to explore that place.

"According to Dr. Roman's observation report, the source of that special magical fluctuation is here." They stood in front of this three-story building with exquisite design. If there were no records showing it, they would probably not believe what Dr. Roman said. This kind of situation would occur in several core areas of this city.

"Be careful, Ophelia and Matthew."

Olga Marie took this very seriously and even suspended the research on improving the combat uniforms in order to see what would be the biggest enemy on her journey to restore humanity.

She was not the only one. Romani gave up his rest time, Leonardo da Vinci missed his experiment for the first time, and even Shion, who had nothing to do all day, sat in front of the six terminals on the control desk.

As Mashu gently opened the door, the first action of the former Group A began.

"Director!"

"I see that ... this is probably just the tip of the iceberg."

She took a deep breath, and couldn't help feeling sad at the death of those strangers to her.

After examining and searching several dead bodies, they still found several common points.

"Men and some women were killed in ordinary ways, but those beautiful women of the right age had their blood drained out of them, and they looked emaciated, like skin wrapped around bones."

"The power to control life and death?" While entering the information, Romani was also thinking, based on the personalities of those guys, who is most likely to take action.

"In addition, we found something in the corner." Ophelia turned on the bracelet's lighting system, and the purple sand dust glowed under the light.

"Magic material - Shadow Dust."

"This is not just a one-sided massacre. I'm afraid it's much more than we imagined."

They thought the situation on the first floor was terrible enough, but when they reached the second floor, they realized it was just child's play.

It was obvious that there had been an explosion on the second floor. There were scattered black marks on the wooden floor, glass shards the size of fingernails everywhere, and an intact skull at the center of the explosion.

"We're not the first, Aoife. Someone got here before us."

Ophelia put on gloves, held the skull in her hands, and began to examine it carefully.

In every sense, the quality of this skull is very good and it is a rare and high-quality material, but it is extremely difficult to kill it.

But she still found something interesting.

Through a few natural windows, she saw the charred interior, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and the faint aroma of rye beer.

"What an unconventional approach." Ophelia roughly knew how this person would deal with this guy who looked so difficult to deal with.

Attacks launched from within are often the most deadly.

"hiss."

She subconsciously covered her eyes with an eye patch. The red pupil seemed to be burning her senses, causing her pain while also allowing her to see something.

"Why! Why do you have to do this!"

"No reason, just because I want to do it."

What follows is the relationship between the killer and the killed, which is ordinary.

Is there any meaning in this?

She thought so before losing consciousness.

"——Ophelia!"

While Chaldea was exploring along the path of her predecessors, the culprit who caused all this was discussing his condition with the doctor on his sickbed. "

"I didn't expect you would choose to come to me."

At two o'clock in the morning at the Louvre, when the streets were as quiet as motionless souls, only this place still had a little life, which was why he chose this place.

Amadeus, who had just finished practicing, poured a glass of water for Alvin who was lying on the bed, then pulled a stool over and sat down beside the bed.

"It seems like you've embarked on the same path. How was your first experience?"

"It's terrible." Alvin slowly leaned back on the pillow with both hands and reached for the water he had placed on the bedside table. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, his shaking hands still couldn't avoid spilling the water on the sheets.

"......Feel sorry."

"As expected, you look worse off than I do." The dark water stain that had just appeared on the bed sheet and spread rapidly disappeared right before their eyes in an instant.

"According to what you said, you encountered a heroic spirit from a hostile force, and you also confirmed her identity."

"Camilla, or Elizabeth Bathory."

"The Hungarian one? Yes, there is only one." Amadeus thought for a moment and found the last remaining answer.

"It has something to do with Mary."

The reason why Amadeus picked him up was simple. As his biological clock was different from that of ordinary people, he had extremely sharp hearing. Otherwise, he would not have been able to hear the sound made by Alvin leaning against the door before he lost consciousness.

"Let's not talk about that for now. How is your Requiem now?"

“It’s going pretty well, but I still don’t know how to start with “Day of Wrath”. However, I found some interesting things during practice.”

"When practicing 'The Day of Tears', there were several times when I felt like I was going to heaven, but I found myself falling asleep on the piano."

"You who proclaim the past and the future and seek out all that is hidden and lost, what future have you seen? Can you tell me?" Amadeus met Alvin's eyes. Perhaps because the symptoms had not yet been eliminated, his right eye was still scarlet.

"Please stop, my friend."

Before he finished speaking, blood flowed from his eyes, like a wound deep enough to see the bone. Blood dripped down his wrist to the ground, forming a small pool of blood.

"Alvin—"

He stopped Amadeus from continuing his movements, and let the blood continue to flow. His eye was already somewhat blurry, and he could only see a sea of ​​blood.

"This will take its toll, I should have known..."

"Nothing." Alvin raised his hand to show that he didn't mind. "It's just an equal exchange."

"The rest is up to you, the story of your 25 years of fighting it."

Alvin leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and breathed softly as if he was asleep.

But Amadeus knew that the first stage had begun.

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PS1: It snowed in Tianjin, right at the university, the white season has arrived.

PS2: After changing the writing schedule to one chapter every two days because of exam review, I seem to be getting better?

PS3: The Paris chapter has also entered its later stages, and is exactly the same as my current situation.

PS4: Car pictures and youth league.

Sunardo NB!

Chapter 103 After all, attacks from within are often the most deadly

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When Ophelia opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on the bed, soft and comfortable, with beige sheets covering her body, and drizzling rain outside the window in gloomy weather.

This is...London?

She immediately got up from the bed, put on her slippers, took the calendar on the table and started flipping through it.

"August 2015, 8, is the day when the soul particles are transferred. But why am I in the clock tower?"

There was a knock on the door.

"Miss, the master, his wife, and the tutor are waiting for you in the living room."

"I'll be right away."

She opened her closet and saw all the same clothes inside, which made her feel ashamed of her past aesthetic taste.

"Lazy in every sense of the word."

Before leaving, she confirmed today's date once again: Monday, August 2015, 8.

"Father, mother, and mentor, I wish you all the best."

"You've come just in time, Ophelia. I have something to tell you." Lord Ulysses waved his hand, signaling his most proud disciple to come over.

"Your Excellency the Monarch has just worked with us to arrange a marriage for you."

Ahhh, I knew it would be like this.

Although she didn't do anything on the surface, she was extremely unwilling in her heart to plan a path for herself without permission.

She was disgusted, even disgusted.

"It's time to come in, my disciple." Lord Ulysses called the people who had been waiting outside the door for a long time to come in.

"You two should meet first."

The two brown wooden doors were opened, and a man's figure appeared in front of her, but before she could see who that man was, everything was over.

She only remembered the first words the man spoke.

"Good morning, mentor. And nice to meet you, everyone."

It's like flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, and it's just a dream.

After that, Ophelia gradually regained consciousness and heard a girl's anxious voice in her ears.

"Ophie, Ophie, wake up."

Ophelia gradually opened her eyes and looked into Matthew's face. After seeing her wake up, Matthew finally put down his worry and his big tears dripped onto her clothes.

"That's great, that's great..." She kept wiping her tears. When Ophelia fell down suddenly, Mashu was really afraid that she would close her eyes.

But fortunately, everything is fine.

"What happened to me just now?" Ophelia woke up again and sat up from the sofa, holding her forehead with one hand, her elbows on her knees, closing her narrow eyes, recalling the scene she saw in her dream.

This was a question to both Mashu and herself.

"No, there are no other signs of life or activity on the second floor except for this skeleton soldier. But then again, how was the right hand of this mutated skeleton soldier defeated?"

"Mashu, turn the skull upside down and hold it up to the light." Ophelia pointed at the dark blue skull, which emitted a faint light in the dark, adding a touch of weirdness.

"Is this it, Aoife?"

"Well, take it and read it upside down, the answer is here."

Mashu walked to Ophelia holding the skull in both hands, and placed the shield horizontally on the floor. With the fluctuation of spirit particles, the figures of the Chaldean people at the terminal appeared in front of them.

"Oh, this is really convenient."

"I still have to thank Miss Sion. If it weren't for her, I might not have known that this shield had this method."

At this time, Shion was playing the fighting game "Melty Blood" developed by someone for a bad taste, and the one who chose it happened to be herself.

After a series of ←↙↓↘→C operations, the self under BLOODHEAT was one step closer to the ending of the main storyline.

"Ah, I'm almost done with the story. I remember he said there were two expansion packs, but he just released a satellite and ran away." She put down the outdated PS2 console in her hand, but saw the director, the doctor, and the consultant all turned their heads to look at her.

"Uh... why are you looking at me? Shouldn't you be looking at Mashu and the others?"

Miss Sion, who was as smart as she was, quickly diverted their attention back to the terminal in front of them, and fooled them with the universal excuse that "this is all according to plan".

"There are traces of explosion inside the skull, and there are also some fragments. This should be the cause of its death. After all, attacks from the inside are often the most deadly."

"Let's take this thing back to Chaldea for research. What do you think, Da Vinci?"

"No problem, but compared to this, the third floor interests me more."

She said so ten minutes ago, but ten minutes later she was greatly disappointed. The whole control room could hear the sound of her fingers tapping the table at a very high frequency. Her face was gloomy, and it seemed that one could also see the waves of black air behind her.

"Da Vinci, we have explored the third floor once."

"How's it going? Have you made any new discoveries?"

"No."

"Ahhhhhhh-"

At this moment, the genius lost his dream.

"But there are also new discoveries, such as this room." Ophelia took off the bracelet on her hand, took a picture of the house number, and sent it to them.