He let out a scream that was not like a human being, staggered back two steps, and tightly covered the wound on his left shoulder with his right hand. Blood poured out from between his fingers, dyeing half of his black robe red.
"Ah!! My hands!! My--"
His voice stopped suddenly.
Because he saw his men.
The four men in black robes, like him, each were missing one hand.
Some were left hands, some were right hands, and one person lost his entire forearm, with white bone stubble exposed at the fracture.
They were all screaming and wailing, expressing their fear and anger at this sudden change in their own way.
And that Chimera--it's dead.
The three heads drooped down at the same time, the amber vertical pupils lost their luster, the emerald green vertical pupils became turbid, and the dark red horizontal pupils turned completely gray.
Its body lay crooked on the muddy ground, its limbs were still twitching slightly, but the life had flowed out of its body.
"Ta."
A soft sound came from the shadows at the entrance of the village.
That was the sound of boots on stone slabs.
Nuoyaji comes out of the darkness.
The hem of his robe was stained with grass juice and dirt, and the cuffs of his sleeves were slightly curled by something baking them - those were the marks left when Black Owl No. 2 bombed the warehouse.
There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were very bright, like two polished obsidian stones in the moonlight.
Behind him was Chaluoke.
The legendary mage wore a dark blue coat with the collar turned up, covering half of his face.
There was still a wisp of green smoke slowly dissipating on his fingers - the embers of the little spell just now.
That spell was very simple. It just shot out a bunch of compressed magic power and cut off a few people's arms. It was so simple that it didn't even deserve an official name.
Chaluoke's eyes swept over the wailing men in black robes without stopping.
His eyes fell on the body of Chimera on the ground, and he paused for a moment.
Then he looked away.
King Ghidorah's clone walked at the end of the team, his black windbreaker swaying slightly in the night wind.
His walking posture was very casual, as if he was strolling through his own backyard.
"You--"
Nuoleila opened his mouth, then closed it.
OK.
Legendary strong man.
No wonder it can cut off five people's hands through the air.
No wonder that Chimera died before it even had time to struggle.
He took a deep breath, suppressed all the emotions in his heart, took two steps back, and gave up the stage to the real protagonist.
The leader of the men in black robes - the strong Fifth Tier who lost his left arm - could no longer care about the pain at this moment.
He looked at Chaluoke, his pupils shaking violently.
"You... you..."
"You are... a legendary strongman..."
He has already felt it - the kind of oppression that he would only feel when facing an existence far beyond himself.
"How is it possible..."
The man in black robe's lips were trembling and his voice became hoarse.
Could it be that..."New World"... is exposed?
His brain was spinning wildly.
A legendary strongman would not appear at a material transfer station in a remote village for no reason.
If it is just an ordinary buying and selling transaction, even if there is any problem, it will at most be caused by other underground forces looking for trouble, and it can be solved by sending a few Third Tier Fourth Tier people.
But a legendary strongman?
It's like - you stab someone with a fruit knife, and the other person pulls out a siege crossbow.
There is only one possibility.
"New World" was discovered. It was discovered by a certain force with a legendary strong man. And that force not only discovered it, but also sent people.
Otherwise, why would the legendary strongman come to them?
The man in black robe's face turned whiter than the moonlight.
Nuoyaji walked up to him and stopped.
He was half a head shorter than the man in black robe, but at this moment, the man in black robe felt like a mouse being held down by a cat.
"You don't have to struggle anymore."
Nuoyaji's voice is not loud, but it can be heard clearly at the entrance of the empty village.
"Your other companions have also been taken care of by us. I am keeping you here because I want to ask you some questions."
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes falling on the face of the man in black robe.
"Now, I ask and you answer. Okay?"
The man in black robe's throat moved.
He glanced at his left shoulder, which was still bleeding, and then at Chaluoke who was standing behind Nuoyaji.
The legendary mage was lowering his head and wiping his fingers with an expressionless face, as if he had just chopped off the hands of five people and flicked off a speck of dust.
"Okay... okay..."
The man in black robe's voice was as dry as sandpaper.
"Your name is Salvation Society."
"Yes."
"This is one of your material transit points."
"... Yes."
"Are you the person in charge here?"
The man in black robe hesitated for a moment. He glanced at the cart next to him, then quickly looked back.
"... Yes."
Nuoyaji noticed that look, but did not ask further questions.
Black Owl No. 2 behind him moved at this moment, turned around, and scanned the entire village.
It is said that "eyes sweep" is actually more like a kind of perception - there is no focus in Black Owl No. 2's eyes, but his consciousness has been spread out like a net, covering every inch of Dongping Village.
Ordinary village.
No, that's not right.
No one lives there at all.
There are only those Salvation Society guys here.
Black Owl No. 2 withdrew his perception and tilted his head slightly.
"Where are the original villagers here?" Nuoyaji asked the answer he perceived.
The man in black robe moved his lips.
"This..." He lowered his eyes and stared at the mud on the ground, "We have already cleaned it up."
"Clean up?"
"... dead."
Nuoyaji said nothing.
Then Nuoyaji was silent for a moment.
"Okay, what's your plan?"
The man in black robe raised his head and looked at Nuoyaji.
In his eyes, that fanatical flame ignited again.
Even though his face was pale, even though his left shoulder was still bleeding, even though he knew he might not survive the night - that fire was still burning in his eyes.
"Create a new and beautiful world."
That is the tone of believers when reciting scriptures.
"The world would be a better place without you."
The corner of the man in black robe's mouth twitched, but he did not dare to refute.
"Then where do you keep the information you usually pass on?" Nuoyaji continued to ask, "Don't tell me that you have no information, or that you destroyed it as soon as you received it."
The man in black robe was silent.
His eyes moved back and forth between Nuoyaji and Chaluoke, as if he was calculating something - calculating how many chips he had left, and whether he could survive after saying so.
But he was only silent for a few breaths.
Because Chaluoke raised his head and glanced at him.
The man in black robe's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
"... it's all in the basement of that room."
He raised his hand and pointed towards the third house on the right side of the village entrance. It was a one-story house made of stone, with the windows nailed shut with boards and a large iron lock hung on the door.
Nuoyaji nodded.
"Okay. The last one--"
"Godzilla" walked to the cart and opened another cage.
His fingers pinched the chain lightly, and the chain broke.
The moonlight shines into the cage, illuminating the contents inside.
There were some dark red irregular-shaped things with some kind of transparent liquid dripping down - Nuoyaji When he saw those things for the first time, his stomach lurched.
"You guys usually feed this thing to this ugly guy?" Black Owl No. 2's voice came out.
The man in black robe moved his lips a few times, as if he was saying something, but no sound came out.
His eyes were wide open, and the gray-white pupils reflected the cart, the cage, and the being standing next to the cart, covered in black robes, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
Nuoyaji stood up from the ground.
"Okay, I've finished asking." He patted the dust on his knees, turned around, and walked in the direction of Chaluoke.
Chaluoke came over.
He took his left hand out of his pocket, and there were light blue, ice-crystal-like light spots condensing on his fingertips. His expression was still calm.
"Wait, wait!" The man in black robe's voice suddenly rose in pitch, with a roar that he didn't even realize, as if someone had strangled his neck.
"This is actually a collaboration between us and others!"
His right hand pointed at the dark red meat pieces in the cage, and pointed at the Chimera next to him that had been killed by Chaluoke's spell.
"That person... his name is Doctor Cohen."
The man in black robe's voice became faster and faster, until his tongue was fighting in his mouth.
"And behind him... there seems to be an organization that provides funding, their name..."
The man in black robe's brain was running rapidly.
The veins on his forehead popped out, and his eyes moved rapidly in their sockets.
"I... think about it... call it, call it - 'G'."
His voice was very soft, as if he was speaking to himself.
"G Squad."