Global Attack and Defense: random S-level at the start

Chapter 245 Dark Aria
Day 104, noon.

Blood Arena, the main arena tower.

Floor, VIP lounge.

Huang An sat by the window, looking towards the distance of the city, digesting the information conveyed by [Zhang Luoluo].

To be honest, ever since I came to this city, my vague uneasiness has continued to escalate.

There are many reasons. On the one hand, [Xiao Huang]'s matter, and those looming apostles in the shadows have always been a hidden worry in his heart.

Unlike every previous crisis, there is now no direct or indirect conflict of any kind.

From the perspective of the world situation, everything is moving in a benign direction. The relationship between [Five Emperors] is stable, and the smooth holding of this event also marks this day, and gradually unites all players into a brand new system.

[Paul] and [Joshua] actually followed the rules of the host, and there was nothing worthy of criticism.

Just a little weird.

The weirdness that, as always, deviates from the normal system.

[Zhang Luoluo]'s information exacerbated this uneasiness.

As for 【主】, the more sections you know, the harder it is to speculate on its motives.

There are traces of competition among other great lords.After all, they are all human beings, and they are all going for their own interests and the end of the game.

But what about 【Lord】?

Does she think this way too?
If so, is she really a [person]?
It's hard to tell.

……

While Huang An was immersed in his thoughts, another person opened the door and walked in.

He turned his head away.

Not the other four emperors, but this person is also of high status and also enjoys the authority of the lounge.

It was also an acquaintance he had met before.

Nausicaa's deputy, fire fighter [Costa].

After noticing Huang An's gaze, [Costa] bowed slightly as a gesture, and then retreated to the seat in the far corner.

……

"Long time no see, Costa." Huang An took the initiative to say hello, "I didn't see you in the Arena Tower two days ago."

"I was just decided to be transferred yesterday."

The answer came in a low voice.

"For the wild card." Huang An nodded, expressing that he knew the inside story, "Nausicaa mentioned it."

"To be exact, it's a wild card for [Perfect]." Costa said gloomily, "Nausicaa doesn't want the tragedy of the 1/8 finals to repeat itself, and she is determined to monitor the safety of the subsequent games."

"It seems that you are ready for a big battle."

"Perfect, I don't really care about it." Costa shrugged, "However, staying here with her is better than that boring auction."

……

Oh?
Huang An pursed his lips slightly.

He knew that since the exhibition match, Frozen Fang [Luna] has been accompanying Nausicaa.She also assumes the role of a temporary wild card that may be used.

But after the match between [Perfect] and [Luofeng], the deployment of the Nausicaa camp has been adjusted.

Obviously, after careful internal discussions, they made personnel changes and decided on the candidate with the highest winning rate against [Perfect].

However, what Huang was paying attention to at this time was not the deduction of the combat phase.

auctions.

Costa's original mission was the same as Dick's, which was to participate in the auction.

The time to change the deployment was also yesterday.

Another general who was good at defense was transferred away.

Huang An looked at this strong man who had inherited the power of the Phoenix, and fell into deep thought.

……

……

Day 104, noon.

The Arena of Blood, the outskirts of the city.

in some woods.

The north wind is bleak.

The little hands that were tightly clenched in one place loosened powerlessly, and the dark red blood slowly smeared on the withered yellow grass.The sapphire blue glow swirls in the winter sun, casting beautiful shadows.

……

"Moreover."

"100."

"Is it really long?"

……

A melancholy murmur echoes, representing the delicate emotions that the gemstone records.These all slide gently through the minds of the surrounding organisms, becoming weaker and weaker in repeated vibrations.

Snapped!
[Angel of Death] Marco's icy little hand firmly caught the falling [Missing Gem], and the mournful murmur came abruptly.

……

"I finally got it." She smiled slightly. "It's a pity... But if you take something you shouldn't take, it will end in tragedy after all, right?"

"They're on their way back to [Scarborough]." On the side, the fallen angel looked at the corpse coldly, "It's wiser than most people to decide to leave halfway. Moreover, that period of [hiding] also caused a lot of trouble .”

"Protection doesn't last forever, we found it anyway."

"Yes."

"But why does [the Lord] want this thing?"

"Xiao Ke."

"Ok?"

"To be precise, the [main] thing is everything."

……

……

Day 104, afternoon.

Arena of Blood, alleys.

The figure of [Xiao Huang] disappeared around the corner, and several figures wrapped in robes hurriedly caught up with them, and the weapons in their hands gleamed coldly.

Since the 1/8 finals with [Zhang Ya] ended, this smiling grass has been targeted by all forces.But it is precisely because of mutual constraints that the major forces just kept observing and did not act hastily.

But now, for reasons unknown, some factions have begun trying to tip the balance.

Ping!
Xiao Huang's figure went away.

And behind it, the knives of [Jafar] and [Singer] are already facing each other.

……

"Unwise move." Jafar's eyes were fierce and his voice was hoarse. "Its ownership has not been determined. You are making dangerous provocations, [Wasteland]."

"Legendary..." The eulogist also stood firm, "Don't come and teach us how to peek into the future."

Ping!
Between the words, several cold lights had passed by, and the singer who was not good at close combat had already been shot several times by Jafar.

But he only took a step back and was not harmed in any way.

【Flashback】.

……

"I said, don't teach me how to understand the future." The singer slowly put aside the dagger and began to gather magic power in his hands, "Your efforts are meaningless. Because today is not the day of my death."

"It doesn't matter what you say." Jafar held the dagger in one hand, saying every word, "It depends on my sword."

Whoosh!
Ping!
The two sides crossed again.Between the clanging of gold and iron, Jafar's figure had already moved behind his opponent, and blood was shining on the short blade.

The slight distortion of [Flashback] also reappeared.

But this time, what accompanied him was the body of the [Singer] gradually turning into black and gray.

Causal instant kill, unable to flash back.

【grim Reaper】.

"what……"

The singer raised his disengaged hand, caressed the flying ashes melancholy, and sighed.

"Owner……"

……

……

Day 104, afternoon.

Blood Arena, Commercial Building.

A large group of Northland staff were busy inside and outside the building.

Among them, the tired person in charge found the opportunity to get out of the building.

He looked at the gray sky and took a deep breath.

Need to relax.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the auction will start on time.

The total duration will not be too long, but there are many types of participants and treasures handled, and the work including overall planning, venue layout and reception of guests is extremely complicated.

Up to now, it is finally arranged.

I hope there are no accidents.

The person in charge thought so.

With the help of this work, perhaps he can gain a firm position in the Northland logistics group in one fell swoop.

Even if the combat effectiveness is worrying, judging from the current situation, the job can be guaranteed.

The person in charge stretched happily, and slowly moved forward, wanting to take a walk.

When he passed the intersection, he touched his pocket, as if he was looking for something.

At this moment, a hand with a cigarette in it reached out.

……

"Looking for this?"

"Ah, thanks, that's it..."

Um? ?

The person in charge suddenly looked up, and a blond man was smiling at him.

……

Drip!

【Apostle (split form)】

【Quality grade: S】

[Unit Level: Master]

……

"!!!you--"

"Shh!"

The apostle John gently covered the other person's mouth,

"Just borrow your identity, don't be overly nervous."

……

……

Day 104, evening.

Blood Arena, north of the city.

A failed, abandoned ruin.

The hero [Skyrim Ronin] was hiding behind a broken concrete pillar, and the voice of the secret conversation not far away clearly flowed into his ears.

Shunfenger, this is one of his little-known development skills, and it also let him know many secrets.

The conversation heard at this time is precisely from his monitoring objects, [Paul] and [Perfect].

Yes, the two who ended the quarter-finals met privately at a weird time and place.

Ronin listened carefully to the conversation, his eyebrows twisted into twists.

This was a heavyweight insider knowledge that exceeded his expectations.

His palms were sweating, and his body trembled slightly.

This kind of information... To be honest, it is no longer a question of how much profit can be obtained.

Maybe he has to consider whether he wants to retreat bravely.

……

"That's it, I accept the deal."

While he was thinking like this, Perfect's closing words also came.

"So, the remaining question is, what to do with the eavesdropping rats?"

"Ah, small problem. Leave it to us."

Paul responded briskly, while turning his head in the direction of [Ronin].

! ! ! !
Ronin was startled, and jumped backwards in a jerk.

Across the thick concrete, the hearts of the two seemed to touch each other!
not good!

exposed!
……

He turned sharply, and a gust of wind rose from his armpit.But at the same time, murmurs suddenly sounded in his ears.

"I've been paying attention to you for a long time."

A strong man in a formal suit and sunglasses had appeared beside him at some point, and he punched down his fist swiftly.

boom!
Right in the chest.

The rogue vomited blood and was knocked to the ground heavily.

"Cough, cough..."

He struggled in dust and blood.The man in formal suit on the opposite side remained expressionless, took out a handkerchief and wiped his bloody knuckles, moved his shiny leather shoes back slightly to avoid the flying dust.

……

"How about it, Paul?"

"Time does not permit more complex operations. Let him disappear now, Thomas."

"I understand."

……

Da da.

The black leather shoes approached slowly.

no no……

can't just be like this...

Boom!

[Tianji Ronin] The veins on his forehead are exposed, and the magic energy erupts from the depths of his body.

The tornado surged up in an instant and shot straight into the sky.Accompanied by strong convection, a series of high-strength bombs and smoke bombs exploded in the ruins at the same time.

He released all the energy, threw out almost all the hidden weapons that could be used, and dragged his body with multiple fractures into the wind, fleeing desperately under the instinct of survival.

"Cough, cough..."

Although he knew it was already difficult.

His judgment has always been accurate.

These people, all of them are stronger than him, and they have no scruples about using more to fight less, and they don't seem to underestimate the enemy at all, they only pursue the final result.

No chance.

And that killing intent without any mercy.

There is no breakthrough.

In the game, [Tianji Ronin] has broken through the gate of hell many times.But only this time, even though he didn't want to admit it, he felt that he...

...I'm afraid that's it.

……

The struggle continued, and in an instant, he had already flown tens of meters.

The scenery in front of me reversed under the high-speed movement, and then suddenly turned upside down.

???

Why is it suddenly out of control?
???

Ronin watched his world spin in bewilderment.

It wasn't until I visually saw the headless body below that I realized what was going on.

That's my body...

Colors begin to fade, and the past flashes past.

It really is.

I'm so unhappy.

……

"The cut is still accurate, Felli."

The man in the suit came slowly from the darkness and looked up at the sky.

"We're in a hurry, Thomas."

The short-haired woman in sportswear landed deftly and said coldly.

Beside her, the head of the hero [Tianji Ronin] fell heavily.

The hero who joked all his life had a self-deprecating smile, his eyelids were half closed, and the vitality of life had completely dissipated.

He can't do anything anymore.

At the last moment, he only had time to send a little personal message on the system.

A little whisper.

and the final harassment.

……

【Sorry, I'm going to die... Xiaohong. 】

[Run quickly. 】

[Don't worry about anything. 】

【Run quickly...】

(End of this chapter)