About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Phew!!!

The space was not fixed, but the last godfather of the Sicilian gang was fixed.

Two long swords were inserted into his chest and abdomen, respectively, and fixed to the wall beside him.

“Cough cough—cough cough cough—!!”

Big mouthfuls of blood spurted out of the Godfather's mouth. He looked up at Orson and wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

His last words were:

"In fact, you were late from the beginning."

Boom boom boom! ! ! ! ! !

Before they could confirm the Godfather's death, the giant steel cable connecting the Longmen city-state and the slums exploded next to the three of them.

"Be careful!!"

The tiny steel cables were stretched to their limit by the explosion and tensile force, and were thrown out in all directions. The force was so great that if anything touched it, it would be cut in half.

At the critical moment, Orson threw out the Rest and forcibly pulled Texas and Lappland back into his arms, then forced the Rest into a sphere, just like he had protected Exia before, trying to survive this collapse.

After more than ten seconds, or maybe even dozens of seconds, the damage caused by the broken steel chain ended temporarily, but the connecting cable was completely destroyed, and the entire connection area became devastated.

"Are you okay...cough cough cough! Are you okay?"

The effects of reckless use of Originium techniques, bleeding, and exposure to high concentrations of Originium dust are more severe than imagined.

"I'm fine, Lappland's still alive—what the hell is that guy doing? Some kind of nasty, mutually-destroyed trap?"

"I don't know... Even if the link zone is destroyed, at most it will only affect the stability of the city-state during movement—"

Drop drop drop!

Orson's analysis was interrupted by the ringing of the phone, and the caller turned out to be the elusive Mostima.

"Ms. Mostima? What's going on?"

"The scourge and the infected creatures are approaching Longmen. Their numbers are so great that even if all of us gather together, we will have trouble dealing with them. Tell Wei Yanwu to quickly drive Longmen away. My signal is—"

"Wait, Mo—"

Beep!

Mostima uttered this line very briefly, and then the tone immediately turned busy. Before the natural disaster arrived, it was difficult for the surrounding signal to remain stable.

Driving the gantry…driving—driving?

Orson looked at the broken connecting steel cable and finally understood what the Godfather's plan was this time.

103. Sleeping God, Awakening Demon

"This guy……!"

Noticing that the hinge connecting the slums and the Lungmen city area was destroyed by the blast from the "Godfather", and after learning from Mostima about the natural disasters and the Originium creature riots, Orson instantly understood the other party's final actions.

"What's wrong, Orson?"

Texas noticed the slightly panicked expression on Orson's face. Orson had not shown any panic expression when he confronted the Godfather before, but now he seemed extremely panicked.

"Ms. Mastema just contacted me. The Scourge and the Riots are moving closer to Lungmen... How does he know about the Scourge? Does he also have access to the Messenger's intelligence network? Even so... Miss Mastema's 'unique' intelligence, independent of the Scourge Messengers, should be the most effective—no, now is not the time to think about that."

Orson shook his head vigorously to stop himself from getting stuck in a dead end, while Lappland, who was standing next to him, put on his breathing mask again and came over to ask curiously.

"Is it really necessary to be so nervous? Natural disasters aren't uncommon. All we need to do is drive the city-state away, right?"

Lappland asked curiously. Logically speaking, Orson came from Ursus, where natural disasters and cold disasters were rampant, so he shouldn't have such a big reaction.

"That's how it should be, but the problem is—the connected area is broken."

Orson pointed to the connecting steel cable that had been completely broken into two parts. Lappland still didn't understand what this meant.

"The significance of this area is that it connects Lungmen and the slums. If Lungmen activates the city-state's underground engine now, and the connecting area is destroyed... the slums will be left in place."

"..." "..."

After hearing Orson's explanation, Lappland finally understood the current situation. She looked at Texas beside her and realized the scale of the mess left behind by the Godfather's final plan.

"We'll discuss the details later. There's no point in staying here right now. Come with me. I know the hidden passage that leads to Longmen City-State."

After a brief hesitation, Orson made a decision. The most urgent thing was to meet up with Chen Hui, Jietalula and others and tell others about the coming natural disaster.

There are two main issues at the moment. The first is to confirm how long it will take for the natural disaster to reach the mobile city of Longmen.

The second point is to confirm how long it will take for Wei Yanwu to know the news.

Orson didn't think that Wei Yanwu would have any hesitation about how to make a decision after knowing that "natural disaster is about to hit Longmen" and "forcibly starting the mobile city-state's propulsion engine will cause the slums to be torn apart".

Putting aside labels like stupid father-in-law (?), henpecked, and "lecherous", Wei Yanwu is still the ruler of Longmen, the terrifying strategist who has come all the way from the political struggle of Yan State to the present and seized Longmen with his own abilities.

He would activate the gantry without hesitation, avoiding the danger of natural disasters in one breath, while clearing away his inner worry - the slums.

We must control the spread of information before Wei Yanwu knows the news, or... control Wei Yanwu.

"—Ready to go, everyone?"

"!?"

At the moment when the three were about to leave, a sound that was absolutely impossible to appear, accompanied by the scattering of ruins in the corner, rang out in everyone's ears again.

“You’re still alive…!?”

Lappland immediately drew his swords and got ready, and Texas also bent his body almost instinctively.

There is only one person who can make the Twin Wolves react so strongly - the 'Godfather' of the Sicilian Gang.

"Rather than saying 'still alive', it should be 'still not dead'."

The man's voice was deeper and hoarser than before. He pushed away the gravel and metal fragments that fell on him, leaned against the wall, slowly stood up and looked at Orson.

"Why would you…wait, what is that—!?"

Texas' pupils constricted instantly, and she showed an expression of disbelief.

The man noticed that his originally exquisite suit and windbreaker were all cut by several wounds in the explosion just now, and his "skin" could be easily seen through those damaged parts.

"Hmm? Looks like you guys saw me, so there's no need to bluff anymore."

tear-

The 'Godfather' ripped open his windbreaker, suit, and shirt, revealing his torso.

However, that is not the skin that humans should have.

"Hey, hey, hey... What is this? Am I seeing things?"

Cold sweat also seeped out of Lappland's forehead. White Wolf used a joking but trembling tone to confirm the authenticity of what he had seen with Orson and Texas.

From beneath the clothes that peeled off the Godfather, everyone saw his skin - or rather, it was not really skin at all.

Countless bright red wounds covered the Godfather's body, leaving all that could be seen a blur of flesh and blood. Those wounds, covering every part of his body, were so severe that neither Orson, Laplander, nor Texas could imagine what attack had inflicted them.

If I had to describe it, it was more like the scars left by being eaten from the inside out by a colony of ants, and then having molten red-hot liquid metal poured over him from head to toe.

Such a shocking wound was abruptly "fixed" on the man's body.

Among those wounds whose causes and duration were incomprehensible, the two wounds pierced by sharp weapons seemed to be more conspicuous. Judging from the angle, they should have been the attack of the two wolves just now.

Even so, the two wounds had become stagnant, and even the blood was no longer flowing out.

The only thing everyone can be sure of is that such an injury is fatal for anyone. There is no being in the Terra world who can lose every inch of skin on the body and survive.

"Does it feel strange? I actually think you're the heretic, being able to negate Originium techniques. Thanks to you, this body has reached its end this way."

The man once known as the 'Godfather' smiled and then sat down on the ruins nearby. Although he no longer had the suffocating murderous intent from the previous confrontation, he still had an oppressive feeling that could not be ignored.

“You…what on earth is going on!?”

Lappland couldn't contain her confusion, so she took a step forward and loudly questioned the man in front of her, asking what kind of monster he was.

"Funny look, puppy."

Blood gushed out from the corners of the man's mouth, and Orson also noticed that his exposed but fixed wounds were now slowly "flowing" again.

This man may have lost the ability to fight again. The only reason he is still here is probably to wait for his own end.

"You guessed correctly. My Originium skill is [Fix]. The fixed location was originally a 5m radius around myself, but as you can see, because I've used most of my ability on 'Fix Wounds', I can now control the fixed area, which is only about the size of a one-handed shield."

"You're saying that you've been fixing your wounds like this to prevent death..."

Texas asked in disbelief.

"That's right, Texas Wolf. I've maintained this posture for over 170 years. Although every minute at the beginning felt like endless torture, now this stinging pain is actually a way for me to prove that I'm still alive."

"……This is impossible."

Texas shook her head. She didn't believe what the man said. It sounded unacceptable both rationally and emotionally.

"170 years... Who the hell are you?"

Lappland continued to question the man.

"I have many names, but if you look for the origin, I am the leader of the Fenrir Family."

The man thought for a few seconds and finally chose a name.

"Fenrir—no, that family was completely destroyed a long time ago."

Texas refuted the man's argument, while Orson, who was not from Syracuse, was a little confused and had no idea about the progress and content of the conversation.

"The Fenrir family, the original family of Syracuse, was said to have quickly taken control of almost all of Syracuse. However, one day, all the senior members of the family disappeared, and the name Fenrir fell into disrepute. The original family members also dispersed, gradually forming the dozens of gangs and families that exist today."

Noticing that Orson seemed completely out of his mind, Lappland helped explain a little.

"Disappeared, ah. Yes, back then, we thought we were strong enough, strong enough to contend with this land."

The man looked at his gradually disintegrating body and smiled bitterly.

"Initially, someone reported signs of unknown Originium creature activity on the clan's territory, so we dispatched a group of reconnaissance messengers. When those messengers still hadn't contacted us after a week, we dispatched clan officials. And when those officials also disappeared without a trace—there was no need to continue the investigation, because 'that thing' had found us on its own initiative."

"That thing?"

"The god who originally slept on this continent."

"—!"

The word "God" once again entered Orson's ears. Orson was very familiar with this word, as he had heard it from the "Doctor" before.

Doctor, this madman in front of him who has lived for hundreds of years, they both mentioned one thing - God is awakening.

"You may not know what it is, but to put it simply—it's an existence that cannot be disobeyed."

There was no joking or sarcasm in the man's tone.

"It's ridiculous that we, the self-proclaimed rulers of Syracuse, never noticed the existence of those creatures. These sleeping gods have only one goal: to slaughter everyone living on Terra."

The Godfather's voice grew increasingly deep. Even someone with no medical knowledge could tell that the other person's body was on the verge of collapse.

"The family was melted in an instant. The power of 'that thing' itself defied common sense. Rather, it was the embodiment of a natural disaster. Whether it was Qiao, skilled with a crossbow, or Lai, capable of stabbing half an army with a single dagger, or Lei, whose manipulation of Originium could crush a house—everyone, every one of them, survived less than a minute before that thing, and at least 1 seconds of that time was spent suffering from brain-shattering burns."

"In the end, I'm the only one who's survived because I used Originium techniques to stabilize my injuries. That thing is still dormant in Syracuse... No, 'those' things are still dormant in every corner of the earth. All I have to do is unite all my forces and truly kill them."

Tick, tick, click—

The man's words, along with the sound of liquid and something even more viscous dripping, reached everyone's ears.

The wound that had been fixed for a hundred years could no longer maintain its original shape. The minced meat that should have been separated from the body long ago finally broke free from its shackles, and all this was because of that insignificant [Curtain Call].

Orson's expression was a little subtle. From a personal point of view, there was no reason for the man in front of him, who had one foot half in the coffin, to keep his life.

He actually had the intention to kill the important people around Orson, and even almost succeeded several times.

However, from a more macro perspective, everything he did was necessary for the continuation of his homeland and to kill the "God".

"Even so...why the Dragon Gate? Why destroy the connector?"

Orson refused to continue thinking about this unanswered question. The man's death was already certain. Now the final question was, why did he do this in Longmen?

"Yan Country has proven that gods are not invincible. Longmen has the ability to face the gods of the past, but the premise is to abandon those meaningless 'weaknesses', that is, the infected. The infected will only-"