Who Are You Talking To?

Oute's eyes lit up. As a temporary military court, this tactic had a strong theatrical element and might be used to stir up the audience's emotions... to trick them into saying "Yes."

"A guinea pig!"

W waved his hand, and someone immediately untied the Spoon.

"I'm giving you a chance. Start from the middle of the courtroom, and if you can walk out alive, you will be deported."

If they can't survive, then there's no need to say anything more.

As she spoke, she kicked the Spoon into the middle of the corridor and announced, "Anyone who thinks he should be executed, drop your weapons!"

Spoon was sweating profusely and shouted, "W! I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have pulled your soldiers away!"

Please!

"Don't!"

A giant axe fell, but it did not harm him.

It seems that Spoon still has some popularity.

But this popularity alone could not propel him through the entire long, narrow corridor fraught with danger.

Spoon, terrified, finally stopped talking nonsense, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and charged towards the end of the Spear Court.

Pfft.

Clang.

Pfft, pfft

Just as the crowd was about to disperse beside Spoon's corpse, Hedley suddenly walked onto the platform.

He also shouted, "I was also at fault for not seeing through Spoon's conspiracy!"

As he spoke, he presented the short sword, sheath and all.

Oute raised an eyebrow. "Is my father-in-law using W as a stepping stone?"

While W's head was still spinning, Oute immediately replied, "The conspiracy has been hatched! Of the forty-eight, only thirty-seven are still alive! Then you should pay for it with your blood!"

Those below the stage couldn't see Hedley's face, only that he drew his sword and stabbed himself in the side, a few drops of blood mixed with silver light gushing from his lower back.

Next, Potato... Ines also reluctantly went to the front of the stage, repeated the performance, and then stabbed herself in the waist.

W's eyes widened like saucers, and she mentally launched a DDoS attack on Oute: "What the hell!? What are you doing!?"

It seems that W was also completely unaware of this matter.

The old father-in-law went to great lengths for his adopted daughter, whose cultural attainments were far from refined... As a result, Hedley and Ines, who held considerable prestige within the mercenary group, also became targets that W could control.

"You stinky otter! Answer me!" W said calmly, but anxiously inside.

Oute, watching Faust gradually being cornered, casually replied to W, "It's good for you if they bleed a few more drops on the table."

"You idiot!"

Chapter 139 Who Are You Talking To?

After the Sarkaz dispersed, Oute treated the two men's wounds inside the tent.

As a piece of Originium Prime gradually turned into a black outer crystalline shell, both Hedley and Ines felt an itching sensation spreading from the wound.

Looking at the tendrils of flesh stretching across the wound, Hedley clicked his tongue and said, "No wonder... no wonder Doctor. Oute, you're a doctor now."

W rolled his eyes: It's not like he wasn't the same before.

Oute said, "Looks like you've already figured it out?"

Hedley chuckled. "Her face isn't that clever."

W flew into a rage again. She immediately snatched the remote control, kicked Hedley, and shouted, "Who are you calling unintelligent!"

This startled Hedley: "He likes you that much!?"

The unspoken line was half-finished. "I controlled your body, yet I let you come out so easily?"

"Who, who likes whom!"

The Sarkaz girl kicked Hedley again.

Ines chimed in, "You'd better hold onto this meal ticket tight! Even if it means seducing someone..."

Enraged, W lunged forward, but Ines pretended her wound had burst open. "Ouch!"

W instinctively wanted to say something sarcastic and check the situation, but suddenly realized that they had all been dealt with by Oute.

"Ines!"

If they keep teasing her like this, W's face will really boil over...

Oute shook his head; the drone had already detected the Lungmen Guard Department's movements.

Similar to the attitude of the Lungmen soldiers, the Lungmen Guard Department was also extremely resistant to fighting the infected. To put it figuratively, their resistance was like fighting an opponent whose mop was covered in poop.

Despite the presence of enemies more dangerous than the infected, and despite the presence of enemies capable of harming and killing them... this resistance stems from societal beliefs dating back to the dawn of civilization.

For this reason, the captain and vice-captain of this group of the Lungmen Guard Department are Swire and Hoshiguma. Considering the difference between "Give me the order" and "Follow me," it would be difficult to get the Lungmen Guard Department to work for the slums without such heavyweights.

Oute waved his hand, and the scales tipped almost imperceptibly toward Rhodes Island.

The moment the Lungmen Guard Department arrives, the addition of fresh troops from Rhodes Island will cause the morale of most of the newly recruited thugs to collapse, allowing them to escape through the gap that Oute is about to "mistake".

This is a half-cooked meal; Rhodes Island has virtually no chance of annihilating the enemy "without casualties" with its current manpower. The broad, generalized "sticking" strategy might give the enemy in the layered mess a false sense of security, but once it reaches the final stage, Oute would rather give them a chance to escape than use his own manpower to work for Wei Yenwu...

Those unfortunate souls who have been possessed by Mephisto's restless Originium Arts and transformed into "Herd" will lose their autonomy in this regard.

They will be with...

Drones used to monitor the battlefield detected a large number of external footsteps.

The Lungmen Guard Department has moved from the "jungle area" where Oute didn't place any wards to the edge of this battlefield.

Inside and outside the mille-feuille, the operators coordinated from the inside and outside to launch a surprise attack on the Reunion Movement.

Seemingly due to a shortage of manpower, and the deliberate concentration of superior forces, a gap suddenly appeared in the face of the Reunion Movement.

The vast majority of people rushed over without even thinking.

A few people... they thought for a moment, then gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

We're all going to die anyway, so why wait to die?

That's roughly the idea.

Oute connected to the Lungmen Guard Department's communication system and said, "Gentlemen, a group of Reunion Movement members has broken through the blockade and is heading towards you."

"We must stop them."

Without waiting for a reply from the Lungmen Guard Department, Oute disconnected the communication again.

Apart from Ethan, the entire elite squad has broken up and rushed into the battle line, launching attacks on the Reunion Movement members at various key positions.

What initially seemed like a stalemate instantly became clear.

Oute installed another accessory on Mephisto, checked the Originium Prime in his pocket again and again, and then said to Specter, "Protect me."

The nun's lips parted into a wide smile, and the tips of her teeth could be faintly seen shimmering with a fluorescent light.

"My Lord, it is an honor!" The tone seemed calm, but upon closer examination, it was still filled with fervor.

Next up is an exhibition match, which will require Oute to play himself.

Oute held the PRTS terminal, glancing ahead out of the corner of his eye as he paced toward the designated location.

Faust doesn't have many choices, but Oute still needs to further narrow down his options.

With the Black Snake having already abandoned Mephisto, Faust has not. This makes his current actions difficult to execute.

Seeing the still-mad Mephisto, Faust gritted his teeth and turned his gaze to the gap.

He told the Phantom Crossbowmen, "That's a trap! But we can still use it!"

The Sarkaz mercenaries were shirking their duties, consistently using the absence of their leader as an excuse to avoid action. Although Skullshatterer and Crownslayer bribed some Sarkaz to participate for their own purposes, this lack of communication actually led to the Phantom Crossbowmen being exposed prematurely...

No, wait, wasn't it Mephisto who truly exposed the Phantom Crossbowmen?

While the Skullshatterer and the Crownslayer certainly bear responsibility, their responsibility is at most indirect.

The gap before them seemed suspicious, and whether intentional or not, the weakness in this direction was obvious...

Therefore, Faust chose to break through from the side.

"Sasha?" Mephisto grabbed his trouser leg.

"Are you going to abandon me too?"

"... Eno, live on."

Without turning his head, he instructed the Phantom Crossbowmen, "Take Mephisto and escape through that gap—just like the others."

A Phantom Crossbowmen asked, "And you, Faust?!"

Faust did not answer; he simply activated the illusion generator silently.

He intends to launch an attack from the flank.

A voice tempted Mephisto in his heart. "Even Sasha is leaving us. If only we had the power now..."

Mephisto murmured, "If we had the power."

"How wonderful that would be..."

"How wonderful that would be."

The Phantom Crossbowmen turned his head, his gray mask clearly showing his doubt. "Mephisto, who are you talking to?"

The infected healer glared fiercely at the Phantom Crossbowmen: "Don't bother me!"