Alien Executioner

At that moment, the figure was like a straight line, and all the tearing of the alien species was avoided. His originally intact body was gradually covered with knife marks, and black blood started dripping and then flowed wildly. He kept losing his life, and the blood flowing on the knife was quickly absorbed.

The other guards rushed out from the corner, and seeing this scene, they turned around and ran away, pretending that they saw nothing.

Otilia didn't notice them, and didn't even realize that she had persuaded the aliens who tried to stop her to retreat. She treated the aliens as brown bears struggling on the snow, and just thought it was much easier this way, easier than she had ever imagined, and it didn't seem difficult to kill the aliens. ⑶

She was ready to fight to the death and wait for Naya to show up to save the situation. She looked at the alien species on the ground, which was already dead, and took a long time to relax.

The power brought by Devouring Wu is far more addictive than drugs.

She shook her head to sober herself up, then dragged the body into the toilet and pushed it into the second-to-last private room.

The reason why she didn't hide in the independent room in the corner was that she knew this was the place people liked to visit the most and it gave people a sense of security.

After finishing all this, Otilia walked out of the toilet as if nothing had happened, but then she thought that this was even more suspicious, so she pretended to be in a panic and strode into the passage, trying to blend in with the panicking gamblers. She also let her hair down, and the headband seemed to have been thrown off while running.

The guidance of memory seemed far less reliable than that of the eyes, and she soon lost her way and arrived at a gate she had never seen before.

"We came to the wrong place. Sorry for the trouble..."

It looks a bit like the double doors of the auditorium, with carvings and patterns on them. According to the map prepared in advance, the auditorium is the deepest part of the 38th floor. It used to be a cafeteria, but the casino waiters would actively provide mobile dining carts to the guests, so it was converted.

I could no longer hear the chaos. I was far away from the casino and the exit. The area around the auditorium was completely blocked.

It was very quiet all around, this place had been abandoned and there was no one in sight.

This is one of the few good news. In the chaos of the entire thirty-eighth floor, Ottilia's place will not be affected. The victory of the executive is inevitable, not to mention the intervention of Naya. Tonight this is Naya's hunting home ground, and she will greedily swallow everything in sight.

Just wait...

Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the passage; someone was approaching!

Otilia held her breath, slowly approached the corner, and gripped the hilt of the knife, ready to fight.

"Why do I always run into the executive wherever I hide?" complained the passerby.

"Hurry up and move the gold bars. I know where the casino hides them. No one will know it was us who did it." The passerby urged. "The executive officers have already attacked us. It's too late to complain. Once we get the gold bars, we will run away."

"Yes, I don't have to be treated coldly by others anymore!" The passerby expressed interest.

The sound of their conversation gradually faded away. They should be just low-level aliens passing by. Ottilia did not relax, realizing that she would be noticed sooner or later if she hid here. She guessed that Director Nanasha's secret decapitation operation had failed, so she was forced to launch a violent attack.

There are many reasons for exposure, including how smart the enemy is, or the failure of some details, such as General Manager Maklov.

When Otilia crawled into the ventilation duct, she had already assumed in her heart that Maklov would tell on her.

I am not on the side of FACA, I am only on the side of Naya Anran.

When the conflict between FACA and alien species caused chaos, Naya took advantage of the situation. Maybe she didn't need to create conflict to get cover, but conflict and chaos could indeed save some unnecessary trouble. This blood-red monster has always been lurking in madness and chaos.

Otilia pushed open the door to the auditorium much easier than she had imagined, as if it was just a small door.

She kept her doubts in her heart, walked into the door, and closed it.

It was dark in front of my eyes, but I could vaguely hear the sound of wind. The air was filled with a thick smell of smoke. The smell was very familiar. I had encountered it somewhere.

Someone seemed to be sitting in the dim auditorium, smoking quietly without saying a word.

Ottilia looked in that direction and heard the sound of bullets being loaded in the darkness. She raised her hands and saw a pistol pointed at her.

She coldly revealed the other party's identity:

"Mr. Maklov."

The other party was obviously stunned for a moment, still pointing the gun at her, "Can you see me clearly?"

"I didn't see it. Mr. Maklov's cigarettes are very tasteful. There are no more than ten people who smoke this brand of cigarettes in the whole city of Santa Ana. At least I have met no more than four people, and you are one of them."

She added coldly:

"My fiancé An Ran is one, so I'm very familiar with the smell."

It wasn't the familiarity of long-term contact, but the special understanding of the person she liked. Ottilia remembered An Ran's cigarette brand and bought some specifically to confirm his preference, so she had a deep impression of the smell. It had a faint fragrance, very feminine, and very expensive.

The gunman was silent for a moment in the darkness, then burst into laughter. "I see. I didn't expect it was the cigarette that gave me away."

He still didn't put down the gun, which was prepared for Ottilia.

Chapter 190 Otilia's Gluttony (Part )

"Mr. Maklov, smoking cigarettes and drinking fine wine can relieve boredom while waiting. I wonder if you have prepared some for me as well."

Otilia looked at the man calmly. The gun was pointed at her forehead. The swordsmanship she learned from the court dancers was not enough to deal with this situation. Most of the courses for court dancers were about practicing judgment and sharp reactions, and lacked close combat skills.

Maklov was obviously an experienced gunman and expected someone to push the door open, so he sat less than ten meters away from the door and waited for her.

"But you're pointing a gun at me and I don't seem to be that guest." Otilia tried to negotiate.

"It depends on the lady's intentions before I can make an accurate judgment, but attempts often involve risks, such as innocent deaths."

Maklov paused and stared into Otilia's eyes. "You came here when the whole club was in chaos."

"You don't seem to have a very good memory. I came out from your relatively clean ventilation duct."

"Oh, thank you for the compliment. I have a little habit of cleaning, especially those dark corners." Maklov took a long puff of his cigarette. "But you should have left here as quickly as possible, but you didn't. You don't look like you're lost."

"I am indeed lost, but I can't prove it." Ottilia said calmly, "I am also surprised that you seemed to know I would come."

"So it's just a coincidence? I thought you had other purposes and would find this place sooner or later, so I waited for a long time, and you happened to get lost and ended up in this place, so we had the opportunity to meet again. This is really the most perfect coincidence in the world."

He smiled slightly, "You think I believe that?"

"I don't believe it either. Let's just call it a draw then." Ottilia looked around, trying to confirm if there was anyone else in the auditorium.

"What does it mean to be even?"

"After I left, you should have told everyone about the FACA plan. I could have guessed it the first time I saw you."

Makarov rubbed his face and beard in distress. "So Miss Otilia thought I was a bad person at first sight."

He was confused. "Then why are you so confident in telling me the secrets of the Countermeasures Bureau?"

"You think I have other purposes and will come to this place sooner or later, so why do you think I am in cahoots with FACA? And Mr. Maklov, you are not going to leave tonight? If you really want to get rid of Xinmin, you won't care about these things."

"I'm just curious. I informed Xinmin so that I could leave smoothly. You have no idea how terrifying the Xinmin Cult is. Perhaps their operation and power system are far inferior to the An family. That's why they are more silent and omnipresent. If I didn't do this, I would definitely not be able to leave alive."

Maklov crushed the remaining cigarette, his pupils lit up slightly red in the darkness, watching Otilia's every move.

"Twelve minutes. I still have twelve minutes. After that, a car will pick me up and take me directly to the airport. After that, I can return to the Third District and be completely free. Since Deyagus is dead, I don't have to worry about it anymore since I once glimpsed the truth. Before that, I would like to know what you want to do. You don't have to tell me. Let me think about it. I can definitely guess it."

Maklov sneered, as if he saw through everything. Otilia was a little confused and didn't know what this man thought of himself.

"You must be doing this for the black book, don't lie, if you are not with FACA, this is the only reason left," he said.

"What black book?" asked Ottilia.

"Hahaha, you're still pretending to be stupid." Maklov laughed.

Then he stared at Otilia, trying to see her blurry face in the dim light. "Are you really the princess of Tanania?"

"It may be, or it may not be. It depends on Mr. Maklov."

"Put down the Devouring Weapon in your hand and put it away."

Ottilia had no choice but to do as she was told, being careful and pretending to bend down and put down her weapon. Because the auditorium was dim, she could only barely make out the outline of her upper body. The closer she got to the ground, the darker it got. She did not retract her sword, but kept it deployed, with the tip of the knife gently resting against the ground beside her waist.

She knew there was carpet under her feet when she entered the room, and the tip of the knife made no sound when it hit the ground, which Maklov could not see from his distance and position.

He really believed it, took two sips of wine and exclaimed:

"This Devouring Weapon must be the legendary Black Blade Sanction, An Ran's second Devouring Weapon. Not many people have seen it in person, but they have all heard of its reputation. How could it appear in your hands? Are you sure you are not his adjutant? I heard that he has many beautiful secretaries."

"It's not surprising that I can get the Devouring Weapon as his fiancée." Otilia explained calmly, "It should be able to prove my identity. Only the Princess of Tanania is worthy of his engagement. Besides, if I were an executive officer, there would be no reason for me to come to this place. Other places are waiting for support."

"Oh yes, you see I forgot again." Maklov held his forehead with his hand.

"What is this black book you're talking about?"

"Your family didn't tell you? Well, I brought the black book out from the third district, so it's reasonable for you not to know. Maybe your family is also unaware of it, but I'm sure the An family must know. You are holding An Ran's Devouring Weapon, so he must have asked you to come."

Maklov still stubbornly believed that Ottilia had ulterior motives. Since it was true that the princess looked completely clueless, then An Ran must have not told her. He believed that this crusade was just a cover, and the An family was using the princess and FACA just to get the black book.

Otilia knew that Maklov was just overthinking, but she was also curious about the so-called black book. It sounded like something very special.

"The Black Book records the Sorrows." Maklov said slowly, "All the Sorrows, including the previously famous Deyagus."

"A book of history?"

"No. I'm so sad."

Maklov smiled coldly, denying the princess's ignorance. His voice was very soft, but it was as resounding as a bronze seed, intimidating the soul:

"Everything about Shang! Obey, strength, food preferences, and ways to establish contact with him!"

Ottilia was stunned. The air seemed to be torn apart at that moment. Maklov told a secret, and this secret shocked the world. The man finally put down the pistol, and the wine glass in his hand tilted and fell to the ground. The lights suddenly became bright, and the sudden strong light made her close her eyes.

She opened her eyes, and saw the auditorium was illuminated by countless lights. The carpet under her feet extended to the center of the empty auditorium, forming a complex and magnificent pattern. She was so small in this pattern. Maklov ran to the center of the pattern like a madman and slowly poured the whiskey in the glass.

He then picked up the knife and cut his finger without hesitation, and the blood mixed with the wine.

It's like a ritual.

Ottilia widened her eyes and saw that there seemed to be a flower growing in the center of the pattern. But it was not a flower, but a withered hand!

Maklov did not allow the ceremony to continue and retracted the bleeding finger. The withered hand that emerged from the ground could not break out again and finally became a piece of abandoned waste meat.

Before her eyes, the man performed a sacrifice, establishing a connection with the ineffable being.

That's a sad one!

Otilia shuddered slightly, "Oh my God!"

Maklov smiled and casually threw the empty glass on the ground. It was obviously not his first attempt.

"The Withered Whisperer is the most vague name of this Sorrow. The Black Book records the method of sacrificing each Sorrow and the price required. This being needs the blood of at least two people and three bottles of whiskey before it is willing to appear and give away power that is insignificant to it."

Ottilia looked at the withered hand on the ground, feeling a little dazed. The scene just now was not fake, and she subconsciously clenched the black knife to punish him.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Maklov said softly.

“This is beyond common sense.”

"Yes, it is also a curse." Maklov said, "So I would like to give the black book to you, if you are willing."

"Give it to me?" Ottilia thought she had misheard.

Maklov nodded vigorously, finally clarifying his purpose.

"Yes, I'll leave it to you. This has been just a test before."

Chapter 191 Otilia's Gluttony (X)

The incident happened too suddenly. Maklov's sudden attitude alerted Otilia. She did not respond and approached him with the sanction in her hand.

"I'm serious. If you think this is a trap, I'll throw the gun away." Maklov threw the pistol away helplessly.

Kicking the deterrent weapon to Otilia's feet means that she can do whatever she wants.

Otilia kicked the pistol farther away. There was no way to guarantee that there would be no accidents when picking up the gun. Besides, she had her own gun, so she could draw it faster.

"Which gourd does your medicine come from?"

"That's called 'what's the secret'." Maklov corrected her.)

He paused, and faced with the woman's sharp eyes, he had to raise his hands in surrender.

"I promise I have no other intentions. I just want to give you the black book. Maybe it will be useful to you. It's like looking for someone who is destined to be with you. I think your highness is destined to be with you." V

"You just said curse. This book is a curse to you."

"Yes, I regretted it when I got the black book. Bad things happened every day, and whoever got it would die." Maklov admitted frankly.

"Then why did you give it to me instead of just throwing it away?" Otilia took the initiative and kept asking.

Maklov was speechless for a moment, hesitating and unable to speak.

"You can't throw it away, right?" Otilia answered. "You have tried, but the black book always comes back to you."

Maklov stopped talking, walked to the sofa where he had just sat, and lit a cigarette for himself again. He played with the lighter while smoking, opening and closing the lighter lid, making a crisp clanging sound, and then remained silent for a long time, puffing out a puff of smoke.

"Yes."

Maklov still chose to admit:

"It wasn't before, it was tonight. After I informed those new citizens, I had already packed my things and was about to leave. The car that picked me up was not a special car, but a helicopter. Before I got on the helicopter, I deliberately left the black book in the safe of the office and gave it to a destined person. No matter who that destined person is, it has nothing to do with me."

He sighed and blew out another puff of smoke.

"I got on the helicopter with great joy. Apart from the pilot, there was only me and the black book on the seat. The black book was sealed before I got on the helicopter, but after I got on, the black book got on the helicopter before me. I knew the pilot knew nothing and thought he was just too excited and confused the black book with other things, so he went back to the office and stuffed it back in."