The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

6) The Sins of the Great Prophets (Part 7)

Perlis climbed the steps of the government hall lightly. Behind her, the increasingly heavy rain swallowed up everything she could see. The door of the government hall was open, and there was no sign of guards beside it. Looking at this defenseless door, Perlis felt a little puzzled.

Why is there no one here? Logically, there is a batch of arms to be delivered tonight, and Georgeson should have strengthened the defense here, but why is it so empty?

"..."

Perlis raised the butterfly knife in her hand and walked into the government hall in the red light. The hall was very spacious. It was supposed to be the church's chapel, but since the fire in the history, it had completely lost its original appearance. It was just painted in a monotonous white, with a "business-like" style.

Perlis walked cautiously in the hall, quickly checking every corner where someone might be hiding, but she saw nothing. Except for the sound of rain gradually receding behind her, there was no sound in the entire hall, let alone the enemy that Perlis imagined.

"..."

After confirming that the hall was clear, Perlis began to climb the stairs. She leaned on the handrail on the outside of the spiral staircase to ensure that she could detect the enemy above the stairs at the first time. In the darkness, Perlis climbed the stairs covered with velvet carpets step by step, her small feet landing lightly on the steps, making almost no sound.

Those soldiers at the cordon...why are they facing away from me? If they are not mentally ill, are they guarding against something in the government hall? Is it civil unrest? No, it's impossible. If it is civil unrest, then this building can't be so quiet, and it's impossible that there is no one stationed there.

While thinking, Perlis came to the third floor of the government hall. Following the path marked on the map in her memory, she soon arrived at the corridor leading to Georgeson Allais's office. The corridor was just like the lobby. There was no one guarding it, and no lights were on. It seemed to be abandoned.

Could it be that... Georgeson had known that he was coming and just left? This shouldn't be possible... The government hall could be said to be the safest place in the entire atrium. He actually left directly. Wouldn't that mean that the atrium was handed over to the king's government?

At this moment, there was a light sound behind Perlis. She swung the butterfly knife behind her without hesitation, and instantly deflected a flying bullet.

"clang--"

The moment the gunfire burst out, her bloodshot eyes locked onto the shooter: the muzzle of the gun was sticking out from a door behind Perlis. As the spinning factor bracelet flashed a red light, Perlis teleported directly in front of the man and slashed with a knife -

"bass--"

"Ugh..." The shooter covered his throat and fell to the ground, dying instantly.

This guy, what's going on...

After confirming the kill, Perlis looked at the shooter carefully: This was a soldier in the atrium, and he was dressed the same as the group of people in the cordon before, and they were obviously a group of people. The soldier also had a walkie-talkie hanging around his waist. Perlis picked up the walkie-talkie and checked it, and found that this guy's walkie-talkie was the same as the security guard at the door, and there was no signal at all.

A person is hiding secretly in a random room... This doesn't look like he is standing guard...

Could it be that he was not on guard against Perlis, but someone else? But the puppet regime should have no enemies other than the royal government, so who else could it be?

A series of questions popped up in Perlis's mind, making her a little troubled. She didn't like thinking about these complicated problems, and she hated dealing with such troubles that could not be solved directly.

“…”

After a little thought, Perlis pushed the soldier's body into the room and closed the door. The current situation was really complicated, but no matter what, Perlis still planned to go to Georgeson's room to take a look. Even if he was not there, at least she could find out his whereabouts from there.

Moreover, if there are enemies from other puppet regimes here, Perlis will most likely be able to find his traces there.

Pearlis walked quickly down the corridor and stopped in front of Georgeson's door, looking at the plaque on it: it had the national emblem of the former Grau Yad Kingdom printed on it, and below it were the four big words "Prime Minister's Room" written in gold-plated fonts.

What a prime minister who is relying on the power of others to bully others.

Perlis gently pushed the door. It was not locked, and a slow stream of air came out from the half-open door. She quickly prepared her butterfly knife and kicked the door open.

"call--"

A gust of wind mixed with raindrops blew on Perlis's cheek through the wide-open window. A corner of the rolling dark clouds broke apart, and the faint light of the Broken Moon Misala shone into the Prime Minister's Office through the window facing the door, and shone behind the desk that also faced the door.

Through the dim light of the broken moon, Perlis saw a figure sitting behind a desk——

"bass--"

The butterfly knife was instantly raised to her chest, and Perlis stared at the figure intently. He was facing Perlis with his back to the light, and his face was full of shadows, but Perlis still recognized him from the golden ID card on his black suit:

"Georgeson Allais."

Perlis spoke softly, getting closer to Georgeson, with murderous intent flashing in her blood-red eyes.

It's so stupid of him to stay here alone. Is he planning to have a head-on confrontation with Perlis?

"..."

Georgeson in the shadows stared at Perlis motionlessly. Perlis could vaguely see his old face. His eyes, filled with shadows, were observing Perlis in the darkness, as if he was thinking about something.

"..." Pearlis approached Georgeson silently. She stared at Georgeson's hand under the table, guarding against him suddenly taking something out of the drawer.

Seeing Perlis approaching him step by step, Georgeson still did not move. He just sat there calmly, with no intention of fighting at all.

Could it be that he was planning to wait until I got close to him before making any move? This was impossible. Did he have the confidence to fight every assassin who came to kill him? That was too stupid...

To be on the safe side, let's just kill him with one strike. Perlis gently turned the factor bracelet, and her blood-red eyes narrowed slightly——

"Rest in peace, soul."

A flash of red light passed by, and Perlis instantly stabbed at Georgeson, with the blade about to pierce his heart directly -

"Boom——"

Thunder roared, and a pale light illuminated the entire room. At the same time, a strong wind blew in from the window, blowing up the curtains beside the window, shaking like waves in the air. Georgeson fell forward suddenly and fell lifelessly on the table with a loud "clang".

"Wha...what?"

Perlis stopped at the desk, looking at Georgeson's dull eyes in surprise, watching the blood flowing from his slightly opened mouth and spreading on the table. Georgeson's face was pale, and it seemed that he had been dead for some time.

Georgeson...dead?

How on earth... could this happen?

A slight breeze blew past Pearlis from behind. She turned her head as if by a nervous reaction and found that the door of the Prime Minister's office was shaking slightly.

Then, without warning, a slight tingling sensation broke out on Perlis's neck, and a chill spread.

"...ah..!"

Perlis wanted to see what it was, but was immediately grabbed by a pair of strong hands, holding her tightly.

"Uh... um... how... what..."

A cloud of black smoke slowly spread in the room, and Perlis instantly realized who was behind her. She wanted to struggle, but found that her hands were too weak to even lift.

"Clap."

The butterfly knife fell to the floor, and Perlis felt her legs go limp, unable to support her own weight. The big hands still held her in their arms. The stinging pain in her neck became more and more intense, and Perlis wanted to moan, but she gradually lost the strength to moan:

"Woo..."

"I see you... (I-Tran)"

In her gradually blurred vision, Perlis saw a black face approaching her side, and the pale white eyes were staring straight at Perlis, like some evil spirit from hell:

"Uh...Ahaha..."

"You...can't see... (I-Tran)"

Black smoke rolled in all over the place, and the coldness on her neck spread to all parts of her body. In this biting cold, Perlis rolled her eyes slightly and completely lost consciousness.

......

6) The Sins of the Great Prophets (Part 8)

"are you ready?"

"Absolutely...probably..."

In the dim lounge, Ryan gently wiped the maintenance oil off the Factor Energy Axe and handed it to Pace.

"Here, here, there's this," Ryan said, as he took out his scimitar from his waist and handed it to Pace. "Take it, keep it as a backup."

Pace took the two weapons that Rein handed him. He turned the energy axe skillfully, confirmed that it was functioning normally, and hung it around his waist. After that, he held the scimitar Rein gave him in front of his eyes and looked at it: Unlike the exaggerated arc of Wilkin's scimitar, Rein's scimitar only had a slight arc, and the bend was not a smooth semicircle, but an angled corner like a fold. The blade was surrounded by cold air, and the air gathered around it became a little cold.

"This knife...could it be..." Pace murmured.

"Yes, it's Thebite's cold steel knife," Ryan said, waving his hand, "When I was still a royal guard, an old friend gave it to me, saying that it was very rare..."

"Such a precious thing, do you really want to...?"

"Hey, I didn't say I was giving it to you as a gift," Ryan glared at Pace, "I told you to keep it as a spare. The second match of the [Shura Field] is a six-person free-for-all. If anything unexpected happens, you can use this to deal with it."

"Oh, okay." Pace nodded and hung the cold steel knife on the other side of his waist to distinguish it from the axe.

While the two were talking, the door of the lounge opened, and a young man with a whip walked in and cleared his throat:

"Contestant number 25, your time is up."

"So, I'm going?" Pace moved his joints, and the sound of gears in the giant armor was heard.

"Go ahead." Ryan nodded.

Pace then followed the young man and left the lounge.

......

After following the young man in the long and narrow tunnel for a long time, Pace finally saw a ray of light in front of him, and the voices of the crowd gradually drifted into his ears.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Let us welcome the Black! Boxing! King!"

The commentator's passionate roar was heard, and Pace shuddered: He actually happened to be facing the black boxing champion again? Is it so outrageous?

I always feel a little stage fright... Pace stopped and slowly adjusted his disordered breathing. Before he saw the big guy, Pace would think of the scene in the last game when the black boxing champion smashed the unlucky guy's head with one punch. He didn't want his head to become a broken watermelon...

As if noticing that Pace had stopped, the young man walking in front of him turned his head slightly:

"Sir, time is almost up."

"Oh, I know. Here I come."

Pace said as he calmed down and took firm steps. When he passed by the young man, a hand was placed on his shoulder:

“Find the source.”

"what?"

Pesce turned his head in confusion and met the young man's deep blood-red eyes. However, the gaze lasted only for a moment, and the young man immediately let go of his hand on Pesce's shoulder and walked back.

"Hey! What's the source?"

Pace shouted at the young man's back, but the young man did not look back and soon disappeared into the dark tunnel.

"Oh... never mind..." Pace sighed helplessly, shrugged, and then turned around, "Come on, [Black Boxing King]."

......

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"Fight! Beasts!"

As the commentator yelled, Pace raised his axe without hesitation and rushed towards the person closest to him. The second match of [Shura Field] was a timed match. There were only six contestants in one match. Logically, they were divided into three groups of two against two. Pace only needed to choose one lucky spectator from the five people and then delay the time until the timer ran out. He didn't have to participate in the fight.

The man facing Pace was a man in a formal suit. He looked like a gang fighter of some status, and even in such a dirty battlefield, he looked like a gentleman. Seeing Pace rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed, the man gracefully turned the long sword in his hand twice, and then turned his hand -

——pulled a pistol from his waist.

"Fuck! What the hell!" Pace raised his arm suddenly, and the steel shield on the MK23 "Fighter" arm guard unfolded with some delay, blocking the bullet fired by the man.

"Dang——dang——dang——"

"Giant Armor? Interesting..." The man turned the pistol gracefully and threw out the empty magazine. "In that case, then..."

"go to hell!"

Pace thrust out his other arm, and the grappling hook attached to the "Fighter" arm guard shot out suddenly, hitting the man's stomach.

"Wha...what!"

The man spat out a mouthful of blood, and his slender body was pulled towards Pace by the hook. Pace quickly ran towards the man while retracting the hook. The moment the man's defenseless neck was pulled in front of him, Pace suddenly jumped up -

"Kacha——"

The axe with factor energy attached to it cut the man's throat cleanly and neatly. He instantly fell to the ground due to the inertia of the hook and died without struggling.

"Oh oh oh!!!" The cheers of the crowd enveloped Pace from all directions. They cheered to their heart's content, and some even screamed with great excitement. This sudden flattery made Pace feel a little proud. What? It turns out that he is quite strong.

"Beautiful boxing! That's right! Dear audience friends! The [Black Boxing King] smashed that idiot's head once again! Absolutely brilliant!"

Hearing the commentator's yell, Pace quickly turned around, just in time to see the [Black Boxing King] punch his opponent right through the stomach again, and then threw his fist away like trash, causing his internal organs to fall to the ground.

Before that, there was already a headless corpse behind the Black Boxing King.

"Oh oh oh!!"

The cheers from the audience rang out again, and Pace realized that they were not cheering for him, but for the Black Boxing King. Almost all the audience's attention was focused on the Black Boxing King, as if there was an invisible spotlight shining only on the tall villain.