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

"Calm down! Calm down!" the commentator shouted, "The structure of the Colosseum is very solid, don't worry--"

"boom--"

Pace ducked and rolled, dodging another punch from the Black Boxer. The huge punches all hit the wall of the Colosseum, and the floor of the audience seats cracked slightly. The screams became louder.

"Whoa! Whoa! Calm down! Everybody, calm down!"

"..."

Pace panted heavily, staring at the Black Boxer who was pulling out his fist from the wall. These two dodges should be the limit. If the Black Boxer comes a few more times, it is unlikely that Pace will be able to dodge them no matter what.

I have to think of a way..Doesn't this guy have any weaknesses? Weaknesses...

Pace's eyes quickly swept over the Black Boxing King. Most of this guy's body was exposed, and the strong muscle outlines were forged after thousands of times of tempering in the Shura Field. Unlike Pace who used dumbbells for training, the Black Boxing King used real humans.

No wonder Ryan said that Perlis couldn't easily defeat Leon Kelast. If the Black Boxing King was his thug, even Perlis wouldn't be able to defeat him easily, right?

Moreover, this is just one of Leon's thugs.

Pace stared at the Black Boxer who was walking towards him. The guy started to gather strength again, but Pace was running out of energy. He could probably dodge the first punch, but the second...

Pace turned to the audience, the hourglass was almost empty, only about one minute was left. But this one minute was enough for the [Black Boxing King] to launch two more rounds of full-strength attacks.

It seems...there is no chance at all...

"Smash it," the [Black Boxer] said, his voice low and hoarse, "Smash it."

"Ah...you pervert..." Pace stood still with trembling legs, holding the energy axe tightly, "Can you smash your own head? My face, Pace Monarch, is precious...damn, at least it's more precious than your ugly face!"

“Roar!” The [Black Boxing King] roared and charged towards Pace. His huge iron fist left a sonic boom-like mark in the air.

"呲-"

Pace slashed to the side, and a burst of gas spurted out of the exoskeleton of the "fighter's" leg. But this was only one chance, and the second dodge required Pace to use his own strength, but he had already exhausted all his strength.

"boom--"

Seeing the other [Black Boxer] roaring towards him, Pace could only close his eyes and pray silently -

"Kacha——"

A burst of sharp blue light suddenly burst out in front of Pace. Through his tightly closed eyelids, he felt the familiar strong light, followed by a scream:

"Ahhhhh!!"

Pace opened his eyes and found that the Black Boxer was backing away with his eyes covered. Tears were flowing out from the gaps between his tightly closed eyes, flowing down his dirty black iron fist and merging with the blood on it.

What's this?

In a trance, Pace saw a few small blue dots of light flying back to him, and immediately, he knew everything:

"Ms. Carly! You've been a great help!"

Pace hurriedly adjusted his posture. Although the [Black Boxing King] had become a headless fly, he still waved his fists randomly. He seemed to be able to detect the approximate position of Pace without his eyes. Soon, the [Black Boxing King] rushed towards Pace again, but this time his speed was not as fast as before.

It was because of this that Pace was able to see clearly the entire process of the giant fist exerting force:

First, the hydraulic skeleton blew out some steam to provide propulsion, and then the Black Boxer suddenly punched. The acceleration of the steam made the Black Boxer's punch very fast, so that his attack was very difficult to dodge.

And along the hydraulic skeleton, there are several inconspicuous steam pipelines, which are connected to the small can on the waist of the [Black Boxing King], which should be the source of the steam.

That was a...

"Airbag..?!"

Pace suddenly remembered what the young man said when he patted him on the shoulder before the war. He seemed to say... "Find the source."

The airbag is the source of the hydraulic punch. Could it be that this airbag is the weakness of the [Black Boxing King]?

Should I gamble? If I fail, I may say goodbye to this beautiful world...

The powerful punch came whistling, and Pace dodged the first punch.

There's no time left, so I have to take a gamble!

Pace gritted his teeth, and taking advantage of the gap when the second punch came, he suddenly threw the axe in his hand towards the air bag on the waist of the [Black Boxing King]——

"Pfft-"

The axe with factor energy instantly blew up the air bag. The Black Boxing King's body tilted, and the second punch he threw at Pace was visibly much slower.

Facing the second punch that was whistling at him, Pace suddenly pulled out the cold steel knife from his waist and chopped it up -

"Kacha——"

“Ahhhhhhh!!” [Black Boxing King] screamed like some kind of wounded animal. The force of his punch was not enough to knock Pace away, but it was enough to embed his fist into the blade of the cold steel knife.

The giant was so angry that he used his other hand to hit Pace. Pace decisively let go of the cold steel knife, dodged the iron fist bombardment with a low slide, and took off the factor energy axe embedded in the gas tank, and slashed at the waist of the [Black Boxing King] again——

"Kacha——"

"Ah ...

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Take it!"

Pace launched himself without delay, and raised the Factor Energy Axe in his hand high up towards the defenseless back of the [Black Boxer]'s head. As long as he could kill this monster right here, he would be in the finals.

But at this moment, the whistle blew -

"The countdown is over! Put down your weapons!"

Countless thugs in gangster uniforms rushed into the Colosseum and surrounded Pace in an instant. Most of them had rifles in their hands. As long as they opened fire, Pace would be shot like a hornet's nest.

"Put down your weapons! The game is over!" the leading thug yelled, pointing his gun at Pace's head.

Seeing this, Pace had no choice but to put down his weapon and sighed in annoyance.

"Damn...if only this wasn't a timed match..." Pace cursed.

[Black Boxing King] was surrounded by a group of people and carried away. When the cold steel knife was removed from his fist, Pace saw that his wound had been frozen and necrotic. Even if he was not disabled, he was greatly weakened.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with this... At least... At least I survived...

The bet was right...

The pain all over his body suddenly burst apart, and Pace felt dizzy and sat down on the ground, holding his head and groaning:

"Oh...Fuck...It hurts so much..."

My vision became a little blurry. I should be thankful for my young body. If I hadn't released a lot of adrenaline in the battle just now, I might have died by now...

"But...it still hurts...it hurts so much...oh my god..."

Pace trembled as he took out the bottle of Vold mineral extract that Carly had given him from his waist and swallowed it in one gulp. The cool feeling passed through his throat and flowed into his stomach, relieving his pain a lot.

At this moment, he happened to hear fragmentary conversations:

"his name?"

"Pace Monarch, the godfather, is a Thebittian."

"Oh...interesting..."

Hearing the title of "Godfather", Pace raised his head suddenly and met the eyes of the man standing in the audience above: luxurious suit, tall black hat, round figure, and the ugly face that Pace had seen at 31 Pixi Street.

That was Leon Kerast.

6) The Sins of the Great Prophets (Part 11)

Not sure if it was because of the stab in the neck or the large can of blood that was drawn, but Perlis felt her mind becoming increasingly fuzzy. The coldness gradually spread throughout her body, making her unable to raise her head.

"Hmm..." Perlis narrowed her eyes slightly, hanging in the air helplessly.

Suddenly...I want to eat something hot...

In a trance, Perlis recalled her experience when she was still studying in the Federation. Although she was not happy at that time, she did not have to think about too many things. After school, Ivar would drive to pick her up and always send her to the door before leaving. Carly would prepare hot meals for her at home. At that time, Carly had graduated early because of her excellent grades. She would study recipes every day when she had nothing to do at home. She was not as stay-at-home as she is now.

At that time, Perlis was just a little girl who knew nothing about the world. In the blink of an eye, all the choices in life seemed to gradually fall on her shoulders. When she realized this, she found that she had grown up a long time ago.

I am no longer the carefree little girl with deep hatred and deep suffering... I can't be a little girl...

"Little girl..."

Another fragment flashed by, and Perlis remembered the bard who had spoken to her on the roof of the atrium...

That guy, that guy also called me a little girl... Why? He looked like she was about the same age as me, so why did he call me that...

The poet's face flashed by, and the light of the setting sun was also warm, completely different from the current cold situation. As it became colder, Perlis's consciousness became more and more blurred, and she could hardly feel her own body.

Suddenly, Perlis recalled what the poet had said:

"6...1...8..."

Perlis narrowed her eyes slightly, and as her consciousness was about to black out, she racked her brains to recall what the poet had said.

"The former work number of [Great Prophet] was... 618..."

Like a bell ringing in Perlis's alarm clock, she suddenly realized. Before she completely lost consciousness, Perlis raised her head and fiddled with the combination lock with her thumb:

“6....6....”

Her fingers had almost no feeling, and Perlis had to use all her strength to barely move the rough lock surface. She prayed while fiddling, hoping that the poet was not playing a strange joke on her.

"...1...8...!"

The moment she entered 618, the combination lock opened with a click. Perlis fell to the ground, unable to get up for a while due to the pain.

"Ugh... Damn it..."

Perlis supported herself on the ground and slowly stood up. The pain made her regain a lot of consciousness. She quickly threw away the chain wrapped around her wrist and rubbed her red wrist.

We have to leave here quickly. If the federals arrive, we may not be able to fight them in our current state.

Perlis picked up the box from the small stool where Zacamos had sat before. As expected, it contained her butterfly knife and bracelet. She put the bracelet on her hand and gently turned it. The blood-red factor energy gradually emerged and soon covered her body with a layer of factor energy field.

After confirming that the shield was deployed, Perlis walked to the door, swung her butterfly knife, and used the blade with strong factor energy to unlock it. She quickly pushed the door open and walked out.

"Crash-"

The night wind blew, mixed with the still-continuing torrential rain, and it seemed that not much time had passed. In front of me was a vast farmland, and the outline of the sentry tower could be seen in the distance, indicating that this was the border of the courtyard. There was no one in the vast field, only a few scarecrows wearing black straw raincoats were shaking in the heavy rain, driving away the non-existent crows - this was winter, and the wheat straw in the field had withered, so where did the crows come from? Perlis was standing next to the only hut on this withered sea of ​​wheat, like a lone boat floating on the sea.

The raindrops from the eaves hit the top of Perlis's head and flowed down her cheeks, bringing her a hint of coolness. This made her consciousness much clearer, and she completely lost the drowsy and cold feeling she had before.

I don't know why, but I couldn't concentrate at all when I was in the house just now, and I didn't even realize it was raining outside. After I walked out of the house, although my body was still weak, at least I was not so dizzy now.

It seems that it is clear that the black smoke of the Great Prophet can interfere with cognition.

Perlis gently wiped the rain off her forehead, then deployed her factor shield and walked into the rain.

"Tap-tap-tap-"

Raindrops fell on the surface of the factor shield, sliding down along the outline of the shield, and not falling on Perlis. She quickly walked into the chest-high dry wheat straw and walked towards the road under the cover of night. As long as she could leave along the edge of the road before the federals arrived, she could quickly return to the courtyard.

Go find Ryan first and quickly warn them of the threat that the Great Prophet may be brewing. Georgeson is dead, and if all this was planned by Leon, it probably means...

As Perlis was thinking, a breeze suddenly blew from behind her.

"Eh?"

A figure jumped out from the straw, pounced on Perlis, and pressed her firmly into the straw. Perlis was about to fight back with a butterfly knife, but the figure directly covered her mouth:

"Shh! Don't talk!"

Perlis looked carefully and found that the person holding her down was Ashilia. Raindrops fell on her hood, and her golden eyes were staring at Perlis, signaling her not to move.

Perlis did as she was told. She let Ashlia hold her to the ground and only then did she hear a faint tremor.

"Om-"

A factor-energy hovercraft was slowly rolling over the wheat field and passing by them. The chassis of the factor-energy hovercraft was so low that Accelerator Perlis's mind was not clear yet. She didn't notice the appearance of the hovercraft at all and almost collided with it.

Well...it was a close call...we were almost discovered by the federals.

After the energy-powered hovercraft drove toward the hut, Ashilia gently pulled Perlis up and motioned for her to follow her. Perlis did not speak, but silently followed Ashilia through the farmland.

......

Next to the bonfire, Ashilia took off her rain-soaked cloak and hung it on the rack next to the fire. This was a small house near the city of the courtyard, also next to the farmland, but it had been abandoned for a long time, and basically no one would come to such a haunted place.

"It's so cold... so cold... this damn weather," Ashilia put her red, frozen hands close to the campfire, her body still trembling, "This is what winter feels like... I have to dry my hair quickly... otherwise..."

After taking a breath by the fire, Ashlia looked up and found that Perlis was still standing at the door, looking outside.

"Hey, [Blade of Babel], what are you doing?"