"At 11:24 p. m., there was no movement of the target."
Helena stood in the shadow on the top floor of a residential building, with the monocular close to his right eye. The window of Sycamore Inn in the distance reflects the figure of a blond girl flipping through the pages of a book. Her slender fingers occasionally tap the edge of the tea cup, as if calculating some invisible rhythm.
"The target is still reading and has not had any contact with the outside world." Helena whispered to Communication Crystal in a very soft voice. After a while, Edgar's hoarse response came from the other end of the crystal. "Continue to monitor, don't alert others."
In fact, Helena really wanted to ask what the explosion was about, but even if she was not involved in the operation, she could still think that the other side should be at a critical moment now, so she didn't say much. After putting Communication Crystal away, she picked up the telescope and started watching again.
But the next second her pupils suddenly shrank, the window seat in the telescope was empty, the pages of the book were spread out on the table, the heat in the tea cup was still rising, but the figure of the blond girl disappeared as if evaporated. She straightened up suddenly and stretched out her palms covered in cold sweat to Communication Crystal in her arms.
"Target..."
"Are you looking for me?"
When the soft voice sounded close to her ears, a biting chill ran down Helena's spine. She reflexively turned around and drew the sword. The clang of the sword as it was unsheathed cut the air, but it stopped steadily less than one centimeter away from the opponent's throat.
It wasn't that Helena stopped intentionally or was stopped, but a great fear deep in her heart told her that if she cut down, she would be the first to die.
Victoria's camouflaged blue eyes shone like crushed ice under the sun, and the corners of his lips were curved with just the right amount of confusion.
"Good afternoon, madam. Is it true that the view will be better if you stand at a high place to look at the scenery?" His Highness Princess chuckled, as if greeting an acquaintance, "Or are you standing here to monitor me?"
Helena's Adam's apple rolled, and cold sweat slid down her temples. She had never felt so clearly that death was so close - even though the other person just stood there quietly, without even raising a finger.
Communication Crystal should have sent a response, but there was dead silence on the other side. It seems that the signal was blocked by some force.
"Maybe we should have a good talk..." Victoria reached out and stroked the saber on his neck. His delicate and soft fingertips traced the blade, but there was no wound. "It's just you and me."
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shipyard.
The violent explosion tore apart the iron gate that sealed the retreat. Not only that, almost half of the walls and ceilings of the entire shipyard were destroyed. Investigation Squad was almost buried alive by his own magic.
"Cough, cough...Philip, after the mission is over, your action score will be reduced by one level. You are not allowed to release such powerful magic without permission next time!" Edgar wiped the dust from his face and said with a dark face.
Philip stood there with a pale face, and the afterglow of magic power still remained on the tip of the staff. He opened his mouth to argue, but was pulled behind him by Anles. The experienced picket officer's right arm hung unnaturally, and blood dripped from his fingertips onto the sawdust on the ground.
"Boy, you did a great job." Anles grinned, showing his bloody teeth, "Remember to say it in advance next time."
In the smoke-filled ruins, there are mutilated limbs or people being burned by flames everywhere. Obviously, even Edgar did not expect that among the group of Cult of Eternal Life believers who surrounded them, players only accounted for a small proportion. Most of them were still just ordinary people. They would groan in pain when they were injured, and they would never have the chance to stand up and stand up if they died.
But even so, the remaining believers, after witnessing the heroic magic previously, are still surrounding them without mercy.
Why? Aren't they afraid of death?
Edgar was filled with confusion. He could only attribute this to the fact that Eternal Life Blessing Cult probably used some kind of brainwashing or mind-changing magic on these people. What stood in front of them now was just a group of puppets with no independent thoughts.
The smoke slowly dissipated, and Ballista Rock's huge body stood up stiffly. His left arm was completely broken from the elbow, and the wound on his neck that was torn by the explosion shock wave was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Long before the battle started, the unfathomable leader had given him the blessing of "immortality". In this battle, no matter how painfully he suffered, death would never find him.
The red-haired woman emerged from the shadows with a twisted smile on her face. Edgar watched her turn into charcoal in the hot flames. Now that she appears again, it is enough to show that this is also an alien player with the ability to "resurrection".
"Investigation Bureau's mad dog is indeed well-deserved." She licked her cracked lips, "But you think this can..."
Before he finished speaking, Edgar snapped his fingers, and the red-haired woman's head suddenly exploded, like a ripe watermelon being crushed by a heavy hammer. The headless body shook a few times, then fell heavily to the ground, and bright flames engulfed it from the inside out.
"There's so much nonsense." Edgar retracted his fingers, and the hem of the windbreaker moved automatically.
He watched expressionlessly as the red-haired woman's body turned into light and dissipated, and then looked at the others. The fanatic believers who were looked down upon by him hesitated for a moment, and for a moment they did not dare to step forward.
"Anles, take Lina and Philip to the dock." Edgar's voice was terrifyingly calm, "Leave this to me."
Anles hesitated for a moment, but turned around and ran away with the team members.
Ballista Rock would not sit idly by. He gritted his teeth and roared like a beast. Countless tentacles of flesh and blood suddenly squirmed from the wound on his broken left arm. His skin began to crack, revealing the dark red muscle tissue underneath, and his entire body expanded by a full circle.
"Do you think that just by killing a few fish, you can..."
Edgar didn't let him finish. The captain's figure suddenly disappeared and appeared in front of Ballista Rock in the next second. The right hand wearing a black leather glove penetrated Highland Race's chest directly, and blood spurted out. Ballista Rock looked down at the arm that came out of his back in disbelief.
"You..."
Edgar took out his arm and shook off the blood stains on it. Ballista Rock's huge body fell to the ground, but the wound did not heal as quickly as usual. His eyes gradually lost their brightness, and he did not understand why the blessing of "immortality" failed until his death.
"I said, leave this place to me." Edgar straightened his collar. Behind him, Cult of Eternal Life believers fell down in pieces like harvested wheat, and there was a small blood hole between each person's eyebrows.
Their corpses began to burn slowly the moment they touched the ground, with only a few turning into light spots and gradually disappearing.
Edgar pursed his lips, said nothing, and followed his teammates in the direction of the dock.