Dragon Gate Swordsman

After all, with the infected people coming to the clinic for treatment from all over the country, this place can also be used as a crude intelligence center...

"I'm here to perform the enchantment ritual. I was here last winter as well."

"is it?"

The enchantment ritual is the secret code or jargon for entering Azazel's clinic, used to identify the infected people who really need treatment.

Mr. Coan's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he stared at Red.

Judging from the look in his eyes alone, he is definitely more than just a grocery store owner...

"It seems...a little impression."

Ke An said slowly, "So you came here this time because you need enchantment yourself?"

"No, I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"... a very important person."

After a brief hesitation, Red decided not to say Hellagur's name for the time being.

Before setting off, Mayor Kamarov had explained that although General Helag was the clinic's backer and leader, it was not appropriate to spread such things everywhere...

Kean was obviously a little dissatisfied, but he did not put on airs or deliberately make things difficult for Red. Instead, he directly let him go to the back door of the grocery store.

From there, you can walk through an inner alley that surrounds the building to reach the real Azazel Clinic.

There are towering walls on both sides of the inner alley. If you observe from the outside, you will only see a dilapidated warehouse with a lot of garbage piled up. Generally, no one would have the time to climb up and sneak in.

However, that was just "usually", today was the exception.

Just as Red hurriedly turned the corner and was about to enter the clinic, he suddenly heard a noise behind him.

He turned around with some confusion, expecting to see infected people seeking treatment, but...

"Are you sure this is the place, Chongxiao?"

Margaret, who had just jumped off the roof of the warehouse, asked.

In the past half hour, Chongxiao's performance could be described as... insane.

It was normal to follow someone related to the Azazel Clinic, but he suddenly said that he had figured out the location of the clinic, and then brought me all the way here, and jumped onto the roof without saying a word.

For Margaret, who was not aware of the effect of psychic mind reading, this series of actions was too inexplicable, and it was no wonder that she questioned Chongxiao.

"OK, now we just need to follow the… uh, hello?"

Chongxiao finally saw Reid around the corner. He didn't expect there was someone here, so he had to greet him awkwardly.

In fact, if he hadn't consumed too much spiritual energy, he should have been able to sense Red.

"Who are you?"

"My wife..."

"Chongxiao!"

"…My friend is infected, and we are here to treat him."

Margaret's murderous look made Chongxiao dare not say anything more, but he didn't know that this only deepened Red's suspicion.

There's nothing wrong with coming to Azazel to cure his oripathy, but why jump off the wall?

Red had been a guard in Yansk town for so many years, so he was naturally vigilant... He quickly took off the long package on his back and took out the weapons inside.

A standard long saber commonly seen in Ursus.

"Who...are you?"

The atmosphere suddenly became a little solemn.

Chongxiao and Margaret looked at each other. They both realized that this ordinary-looking Ursus man exuded a shocking sense of oppression.

"Listen, we really don't mean any harm."

"Evil people often say that."

Reid muttered in a deep voice, "State your identities and purpose clearly, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, a shocking scene appeared before Chongxiao and Margaret.

Red was holding the weapon tightly with both hands. The blade seemed to be stained with a layer of fiery orange-red, and faintly emitted flame-like energy. The heat contained in it distorted the air nearby and made the light blurry.

Originium skills, very dangerous Originium skills.

Chongxiao frowned... I didn't expect to meet such an extraordinary guy...

Chapter 71 Hellagur, the General

The sword flows like fire... When Chongxiao saw the orange-red blade of the saber for the first time, this phrase popped up involuntarily in his mind.

The stern look showed that even if the opponent was not an experienced fighter, he must have faced life and death situations before; the fiery breath announced that the ordinary standard weapon had turned into a very threatening existence; the boiling murderous intent meant that in the next battle, the young Ursus would definitely not show mercy.

Chongxiao probably knew why the other party had such a big reaction.

The Azazel Clinic must remain as secretive as possible in order to successfully treat the infected. So for unidentified intruders like himself and Margaret, silencing them, although a bit cruel, is the safest option.

"Wait, we're not..."

"Stand back, Margaret."

Chongxiao stopped her from explaining, "Also, don't interfere."

Chongxiao you... The female knight was shocked and didn't understand what he meant.

"If explanations alone could solve problems, there wouldn't be so many troubles in the world... Listen to me, stand back."

He glanced at Margaret, then took off the cloth-wrapped rebel from his back and walked towards the Ursus who were ready for battle.

For some reason, Chongxiao, who usually laughs and acts like a bitch, seems particularly scary when he gets serious, so Margaret has no intention of disobeying him and can only step back a few steps obediently.

This scene also caused a burst of anger in Reid's heart...

Even a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves. How could Red, who has never been far from the area around Chernobyl, realize the true military power of this land?

In his view, Chongxiao's "ordering" of his companions not to interfere was undoubtedly a form of contempt.

"What... do you want to do here?"

"Seek medical treatment for your companions."

"Don't lie to me! Would a cure sneak in here with a weapon?"

“…Is that thing in your hand a toy?”

Red, who had not received much formal cultural education, could naturally be classified as not good at speaking, so just such a simple reply made him feel speechless.

But if you have no words to say, then use a knife!

Red's feet suddenly exerted force, and he instantly completed the transition from static to dynamic, rushing towards Chongxiao like a bullet shot from a gun... However, he did not raise the weapon high in his hand like ordinary sword users, but on the contrary, he lowered it to the level of his body's center of gravity.

Moreover, he did not raise or lower the blade that was surging with flame energy, which meant that the next action was not a slash but a thrust.

In other words, if Chongxiao was in Ashina at this moment, a blood-red "danger" would definitely have appeared above his head.

A good killer move, but too obvious.

In a flash, Rebellion had already stood in front of him, and retreated slightly at the moment the two weapons were about to touch.

In this way, the sound of metal clashing that should have been heard would automatically disappear into thin air.

Red froze in shock... His most skilled charging and stabbing moves were designed to deal with ferocious beasts that were often only half the height of a human. He would let the blade penetrate directly into their roaring bloody mouths and pierce their entire skulls.

Margaret was not much better... The heat wave that hit her face showed how terrifying the opponent's Originium skills were, but Chongxiao, who was right in front of her, seemed to be fine and even had the mind to make a joke.

"Hey, this isn't the only thing you're good at, is it?"

The answer is of course no.

The hot blade was quickly pulled away and turned to chop at Chongxiao's head, but it was far slower than the speed of the rebellious defense.

A hint of nervousness flashed in Reid's eyes, but his hands did not slow down at all, and he changed the target of the attack to Chongxiao's shoulder.

Then the arms, then the ribs, and then back to the head.

In the eyes of Margaret, who was sweating, Red used the simplest moves to the most deadly effect. One slash after another, flames and heat waves like surging waves continued to erupt, making her unable to help but take two steps back.

This person's use of Originium skills had no skills or methods at all, but it displayed the most primitive ferocity and violence, as if the one launching the attack was not a human, but some kind of monster spewing fire.

What shocked her even more was that Chongxiao was able to remain unmoved in the face of such an attack, and blocked all the attacks with incredible precision.

Are you kidding me?

Yesterday it was Shining, today it was Chongxiao… In just one day and one night, I actually met two people whose swordsmanship level might not be inferior to Uncle Mainna?

Putting aside Margaret’s mental shock, for Chongxiao at this moment, Red really didn’t make him feel too much pressure.

"You've never learned swordplay, have you?"

After holding the red-hot saber once again, Chongxiao suddenly asked this question.

Red ignored him, but stared with bloodshot eyes and suddenly exerted force, as if trying to overwhelm Rebellion with force and forcibly cut him.

There was no need to withstand such a meaningless move... Chongxiao instantly withdrew his rebellion and dodged to the side, causing Reid, who was exerting force accurately, to suffer a loss: he fell straight forward.

The feeling of punching nothing with all your strength was extremely uncomfortable, but fortunately Red quickly took a step forward to steady himself.

However, at this moment, Chongxiao, who had already dodged to the side, stretched out his left hand and gently pressed the back of his head...

"Get down, boy!"

Just like that, Red, who could no longer maintain his balance, fell straight down.

If it was a fight to the death, then Chongxiao only needed to strike him with a sword before he could get up, and if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

But sadly, this is not...

Reid stood up quickly, staring at Chongxiao with his eyes fixed, the tension in his eyes was clearly visible.

He had indeed never learned swordsmanship. The town of Yansk was a remote place that had only produced a few serious soldiers. How could there be an expert in swordsmanship?

All the fighting skills and action habits were developed when fighting against wild beasts, and the main one is pure natural...

"Why, you still want to fight?"

"..."

Red said nothing, but the flames and heat on the blade flickered slightly, proving that he was in a state of confusion.

But just when Chongxiao thought the time was right to explain the misunderstanding, Reid did something he had not expected.

That was to turn around decisively and rush towards Margaret.

What the hell is this young man...! ?

This time, Chongxiao's expression changed.

In desperation, he had to activate one of the most powerful effects of psychic power. His figure suddenly disappeared and flashed in front of Margaret, blocking the attack for her.

In fact, with the female knight's strength and reaction speed, it is not a big problem to block Red's attack, but now she has no weapon in her hand, and she did not expect that the other party would be so "unsportsmanlike".

Finally, the sound of blades clashing, which should have spread throughout the surroundings long ago, was heard.

"You are so wicked!"

Chongxiao, who was somewhat exasperated, didn't plan to hold back this time. He quickly feinted twice to cause Red's middle door to open, and then kicked him in the stomach.

This blow was extremely brutal. Red's body flew straight into the air and back three or four meters.

But he seemed to be so ruthless that he didn't care about his life. After taking a short breath, he was about to rush up again... This made Chongxiao start to hesitate whether to take it seriously.

However, the next moment, a huge Eastern country sword came crashing down and landed right between the two of them.

At the same time, a steady and heavy voice was heard.

"Stop, this is your only warning."

Red froze in place, while Chongxiao and Margaret raised their heads and looked in the direction of the voice.

He was a tall, elderly Libori man. The ear feathers on his head did not hang down on his hair like those of his peers, but stood upright.

The condescending angle made his tough face, which seemed to be carved by a knife and an axe, have a heavy sense of oppression, and an aura of majesty without anger emerged spontaneously. If an ordinary person stood in front of him, he would probably find it difficult to speak smoothly.

"Who are you, and you..."