At the same time, He Yu twisted off his own right hand, and the veins crawled up Claude's wrist like a red snake. He released the sword and let it pierce his body.

Claude immediately staggered back a step, clearly bewildered by what he had just witnessed.

He Yu raised his hand, grimacing as he felt the increasing strength of his opponent. But no one saw the thread in his hand, which hadn't fully grown yet, just a fingernail-sized point, like any of those discarded junk weapons. Yet it precisely grazed his neck, severing his throat.

He pulled the sword out; the wound was quite deep, but he couldn't be bothered to check it.

He glanced at Claude lying on the ground again. The man no longer had that contemptuous smile, as if he had won some kind of competition. Now he was covered in blood, his eyes were empty, reflecting the lights of the sky.

I don't know why the mutation drug he was injected with suddenly stopped working, but it's not bad that he's managed to hold on until now. At least he didn't die a ridiculous death on the stone pillar, stabbed like a piece of discarded meat.

From the start of the play until now, the death pass that the planning team gave him has finally become invalid.

Claude looks much better now.

He Yu dodged the slash from behind and blocked a longsword that was about to launch a sneak attack. In that instant, he saw the other person's eyes and judged that he was an old assassin, but his expression at this moment revealed a trace of fear and uncertainty.

He gripped the sword, twisted it forcefully, and severed the head, then walked forward without hesitation.

People around him gradually joined the battle. He didn't know who these guys were, but he was going to kill them anyway.

Andrei was standing to the side at some point, coldly watching this pointless fight. He had only been there a short time—just a moment after Claude died.

The attendants behind him stood quietly, like a group of spectators at close range, without uttering a word.

Chaos reigned in front of the gene bank, and the battle had only been going on for ten minutes. The crowd below was eager to rush up, but there were simply too many people above, and corpses were constantly being pushed down, making the situation unclear.

The priest was dressed the same as he had been in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, with the air of a fanatical believer. As one of the people in charge of the theater, he had so many lives on his hands that even he himself would have to go through several cycles of reincarnation to remember them.

He looked at the scene before him with interest, but deep in his eyes was a sense of helplessness.

“I have to say, I quite enjoy this kind of grand drama. Think about it, it’s been going on for almost decades.” He said to Pandora, his tone calm. “But you weren’t born then, so you don’t understand. This city has no exit. I’ve seen plenty of people like that. Maybe you should sleep with him and use that to gain some fame. As for him… ha, look at that expression, he’s got a pretty good physique.”

Andrew laughed.

“Don’t make that face. That’s just how Jerusalem is,” he continued, not caring at all whether the person involved or anyone else heard him. “If you do that, at least he’ll have a good time before he dies. What else do you want? You don’t really think Lilith is as naive as she was a few years ago?”

Behind them lay the edge of the building slabs, a bottomless abyss beneath the vibrant bloodshed.

He Yu could feel bullets and sword blades piercing his body, but it didn't hurt much. He didn't care about the extent of his injuries. He grabbed the sword and at the same time turned around and reached out to grab the man's neck, crushing it violently.

Another dog from Jerusalem fell from the edge of the abyss, as if into a swamp, and disappeared without a sound.

He turned his head and stared at Andrew Lie, who stood at the edge of the battlefield, impeccably dressed, watching the bloody spectacle with an air of indifference that seemed to say, "It's nothing special."

He looked down at the message on the communication channel—probably from Beelzebub and the planning team—and continued to Pandora: “What you can do now is stand on the corpse, dress yourself up nicely, preferably in a sexy dress, or protect this worthless life. Maybe someone will want to find some other fun with you.”

Someone sighed and walked towards him.

A short servant rushed over, and He Yu slightly raised his hand, the string sliding directly through the man's body. Before the man could exert any force, his upper body flew out.

This move was extremely fast, using the opponent's force against them, and was absolutely perfect. Although he no longer had the strength to launch a greater attack, this was enough, since he could kill someone anyway.

Without stopping, he continued walking towards the gate. Andrew finally realized his target, looked up, and stared at him with a "what are you going to do about it?" expression.

He Yu thought to himself, "This is great. I should have a cigarette right now," but unfortunately, he was out of cigarettes.

That face, which had witnessed countless killings and violence, and committed countless dirty deeds, yet remained calm and stood in a safe zone, was looking at me.

It's disgusting; I want to tear it apart alive.

A tall man rushed out from the front, trying to block him. He was probably one of those loyal dogs, with exceptionally high fighting skills, comparable to an expert.

The moment the two clashed, He Yu judged the situation—something special must have been implanted in this person's body, such as a gene serum, because at least the thread couldn't penetrate his skin; it was truly unbelievable.

His expression remained calm, and he continued walking without stopping. At the same time, he subtly withdrew them to prevent further damage to his internal organs.

The man thrust his sword at a precise and tricky angle. He Yu didn't dodge, letting it easily pierce his heart and lungs, breaking through his skin and bones. Then, as if nothing had happened, he took a step forward and pressed his hands down on the man's head.

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