Potion Warrior

The bright red light ignited one corner and then spread to the surroundings. The collapsed bricks fell to the ground and turned into debris all over the ground.

“Run away!”

“The house is collapsing!”

“Run away!!”

Residents fled their homes in panic, fearing that they would be hit by falling rocks.

The two people squatting on the rooftop looked down at the ground and started to discuss: "Hey, is it really okay to do this in this place? This is the holy city of the church. If we are discovered by those people, we will be finished."

"Didn't the master tell us to have a big fight here? As long as there aren't too many casualties, that's enough."

"But setting fire like this is a bit too reckless."

"Don't worry, the main force has been attracted by No. 112 and his men. We just need to be careful. Those patrol teams are busy patrolling and are already exhausted. They won't pay attention to us."

The person who answered the question swung something in his palm and answered nonchalantly. It was a small black crystal the size of a pea, and it seemed as if all the light was absorbed into it.

The person next to him glanced at him and said, "Don't carry the pollutants around. It's very dangerous."

The other party shrugged and finally put down the dangerous item: "We are craftsmen, and we are most afraid of contamination. It seems that the church is really empty, otherwise they would not leave contamination in the holy city."

"It's better to have less trouble than more. They should be here soon. Let's go."

The man raised his hand and released a signal bomb, and the two figures quickly disappeared from the spot. The patrolman who followed closely walked hurriedly and looked intently in the direction of the detonation of the signal bomb, but there was nothing there.

The captain's face was as black as charcoal: "Why did this place suddenly catch fire?"

The deputy captain reported hastily: "That group of guys is not here, rescue is the top priority, report immediately and start the rescue."

The captain sighed and re-arranged the tasks: "Check it later and send a message to each team to let them be alert for suspicious people."

"yes!"

After arranging all the tasks in an orderly manner and ordering his subordinates to start extinguishing the fire and rescuing people, the captain looked up at the red sky with a mist in his eyes.

He had a hunch, no, this was reality.

This is just the beginning.

With the launch of this flare, the entire holy city seemed to be bathed in a sea of ​​fire.

Not just this place, more and more flames started burning, and many black figures jumped on the roofs and alleys, easily finding their targets under the cover of chaos.

"Bang!!"

The tightly closed door was suddenly kicked open, and the people inside screamed. The man held a long fork, and pointed the sharp blade at the newcomers: "You are not allowed to come any closer!"

The woman behind him was holding her child tightly, her expression panicked and frightened, and she was also staring at the person who came in.

"Don't be nervous. I have no intention of doing anything - yet."

The intruder who kicked the door open retracted his foot, raised the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with sticky malice. His scrutiny was wanton and blasphemous.

"As long as you betray God and choose to belong to us, the rest of the things can be solved."

Bright red lines flowed on his face, and his voice was deep and seductive. The host shouted angrily: "Heathen! Get out! This is a sacred place! You will not be allowed to be arrogant!"

The intruder just snorted and laughed, and walked towards them boldly. The husband gritted his teeth and thrust out the long fork, but was directly knocked away by the other party with his brute force, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

The enemy stepped on him and said with great contempt, "You ungrateful fellow."

The woman hugged the child tightly. She closed her eyes and murmured, "My Lord, please protect us from danger. Please let us face evil without fear and face danger without retreating."

"Under your glory, we will surely return to the paradise full of holiness and peace..."

The trembling prayer ended with the approaching smell of blood. The woman screamed, and the child in her arms suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the approaching figure was reflected in the depths of his clear pupils.

"Damn it, what the hell is wrong with these guys?"

Such incidents continued to occur in every corner of the Holy City. The patrolmen were exhausted. They were the best and most loyal soldiers, but the long missions had already exhausted their physical strength. Finally, the true defenders of this city were alarmed.

The church in the center of the holy city was emitting a dazzling light. A bishop walked out of it and gritted his teeth at the tragic scene before him.

"You damned pagans, you destroyed the holy city like this. Repent! Your judgment is coming soon!"

The bishop's eyes burned with rage. The scepter in his hand lit up, emitting a bright light.

Wherever the light shines, the flames are extinguished. Wounds are healed and darkness is dispelled. The divine light shines on the invaders, burning the bloody wounds. But in the eyes of those who suffer, it appears very holy.

If it was the former church, this would be enough to bring the entire holy city back to life. But now, he could only sigh and choose the second way, using his own strength to make up for the deficiency.

The group led by No. 112 was the closest and retreated immediately when they saw the situation was not good.

The bishop lowered his hands, and a long gun appeared in his palms, shooting towards No. 112's back.

"You will never be allowed to escape!"

"You old stubborn man should have died long ago for throwing garbage here!"

No. 112 sneered and threw something backhanded. A huge flash of light appeared, drowning everything with a roaring force. Those who looked directly at it were caught off guard and their vision was instantly damaged. The attackers who had been prepared took the opportunity to evacuate. The bishop's face was grim, and the light rained down like a blade, piercing the body of the enemy who wanted to escape.

Amidst the blood, everyone, including No. 112, ran faster than the other without any hesitation.

The bishop landed on the ground and frowned in disgust: "The rats ran too fast. It's really a good thing for them."

The patrol team bowed their heads in shame and said, "We were too weak to detect these people in advance."

The bishop's eyes passed over them and he sighed inwardly. Heavy work is a burden to even the best warriors.

"Thank you for your hard work during this period. You still have to patrol next time. Don't relax. Deal with this matter first and don't let the residents down."

The clergy hurriedly said, "Yes, Bishop. Thanks to your timely arrival, many residents were only unconscious and not seriously injured."

In this case, no one was hurt?

The bishop frowned, feeling a little bit unbelievable. But the current situation was not suitable for him to stay here and get tangled up. Therefore, the bishop simply gave a few instructions and turned around and walked into the church.

It was quiet here, with only a few clergymen. The bishop carried a candlestick to the deepest part and opened doors one after another.

The eyeballs of various colors on the wall moved around, agitated as the power of the gods weakened. Fortunately, the candlelight was still effective and could suppress this abnormality.

The bishop's expression remained unchanged, and he was eager to move forward until the lights shone on several familiar faces.

"What's going on up there?"

"Not very good... that's a bit of a compliment. It's actually very bad."

The bishop smiled bitterly, his expression extremely sour.

The reason why he was the only one who went out to resist the foreign enemies was because the rest were guarding the treasure room.

Looking at the few people, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. How could this happen? How could this happen? This shouldn't be the end of the church, and it shouldn't be the end of the church!

"Don't think too much."

The bishop who spoke to him patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Let's assume that the Holy City is destroyed in the worst case scenario. We must ensure the safety of this place."

The others nodded in agreement, and behind them there was a closed door.

Behind this door are hidden countless treasures accumulated by the church over hundreds and thousands of years.

After being short of manpower, the church placed some of the pollutants in the holy city. They solved the problem of insufficient manpower, but also had to be vigilant at all times to prevent loss of control.

Especially the pollutants sleeping behind the door. If those powerful pollutants get out of control, the entire holy city will be reduced to hell.

The bishop who was away thought of something and said hurriedly, "That's right. There is another question this time. When those people invaded, the pollutants were not activated."

"Is that so... What is the status of those contaminants?"

"I have asked the clergy to check it out."

"There must be someone behind these heretics who is not touching the pollutants. The question is who is doing this. It is possible that the Black Mist followers and the craftsmen are involved. The worst case scenario is that all three are involved."

After analyzing the situation out of habit, the bishops' conversation came to an abrupt halt. They looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

What's the point of saying all this now?

There was nothing they could do.

…

As long as they could leave the Holy City, it would be easy for No. 112 to leave. He easily shook off the tail behind him, led a few followers around twice, and hid back in the safe camp.

The places on his body that were pierced by the blades were aching. He licked his lips, his eyes shining brightly, which made the drug warriors feel uncomfortable.

They asked cautiously, "Sir, what should we do next?"

"What should we do? How should I know? This is what the higher-ups should do. Pack up and we'll go find them. Then you can say that I was the one who ordered it and put the blame on me."

"grown ups!"

The others were moved to tears. No. 112 stood with his hands behind his back and sighed, leaving behind only a majestic figure.

"Who told you to call me 'sir'? Once I call you 'sir', I will be your 'sir' for life. I will definitely be responsible for you."

Of course I will take the biggest credit when the time comes. If I don't endure the hardship now, how can I claim credit from my master when the time comes?

No. 112 had a clear mind, but still looked distressed. He said a few words to make the others want to risk their lives for him. After finishing all this, No. 112 left leisurely.

As soon as he left the others, he immediately concealed his tracks and moved towards his destination quietly.

No one knew that the contact person for No. 112 was hiding in the northern border, even very close to the Holy City. Even so, he wandered around for three days and only rushed to the contact point after confirming that there was no trace.

No. 112 climbed over the high city wall and headed straight for one of the houses.

This is a harmonious family. The wife is coaxing the child while chatting with her husband. The old man is sitting next to her smoking, and the old woman is pouring boiling water into the pot while cooking. The door clicks open, and the people in the house turn a blind eye to the intruder.

No. 112 didn't talk to them and walked straight in. He opened the bedroom door, pushed open the bed, pried open the floor to reveal a secret door, opened it, and continued walking down.

The narrow staircase could only accommodate one foot, and one would fall if he was not careful. No. 112 walked carefully to the bottom floor, and it turned out to be a dim room.

There was no light in the room, and a thick silk curtain separated the inner and outer rooms. No. 112 lowered his head and spoke in awe: "My lord, I am back."

Before he could finish his words, he was hit against the wall by a gust of wind. The blow was very heavy, and there was a sharp pain in his back. No. 112 did not dare to stop for a moment, and hurriedly got up and knelt on the ground.

"So you still knew how to come back. Tell me. Why did you take the initiative? The mission I gave you before didn't allow you to cause trouble in the Northern Holy City. Do you know how much backlash you caused from them this time?"

The cold voice reached his ears, and No. 112 broke into a cold sweat. Through the lowered curtain, he bowed his head respectfully, revealing his fragile neck and back. He did not dare to show any sign of resistance.

The other person slowly retracted his gaze from looking down at him and said lightly: "Tell me about your plan."

No. 112 felt relieved, knowing that he had passed the first level. However, he did not relax his vigilance, but continued to supplement respectfully.

"It is important to record that we can mass-produce strong soldiers and test them in actual combat. These soldiers have two development directions."

"The first type is that they can become unstable individuals with the ability to infect others, and can be used to produce a large number of enhanced people. The second type is to use drugs to create powerful soldiers. Although they cannot produce the same kind, they are more stable and reliable than the former."

There is a tacit order among the soldiers created, and those with lower blood concentrations will spontaneously obey those with higher blood concentrations. This hierarchy is imprinted in the body and mind, and is absolutely impossible to resist.

No. 211 knelt on one knee: "All the raw materials for these medicines come from Oreius of the Luo family. If we encounter him, our soldiers will be easily wiped out. He is the biggest loophole in the production of medicine soldiers. As long as we kill him, we don't have to fear any creatures or forces anymore-"

"That was the original plan. But now, I have a better idea."

"We need to produce a large amount of medicine, so we must have the corresponding raw materials. This is the most important link."

"We can find a way to set a trap and force him to join us. My lord, I know you have always wanted to be promoted. This is a good opportunity. As long as you create enough merits, I think Lady Lilith will see your contribution and promote you."

There was no light on in the room. The darkness engulfed everything, and only the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the room.

The other party did not say anything. No. 112's clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He knew clearly how he was positioned in the other party's eyes. Although he was the first successful and excellent experimental product, in the eyes of this group of people, an experimental product was just an experimental product after all.

They can easily control their own lives and easily create similar things to replace themselves. So he has to demonstrate his ability. If he can't gain an advantage in the body, he can only rely on his brain.

You have to climb up, otherwise you won't be able to complete the orders given by your master, and you must gain the other party's trust.

After a long silence, a low voice was heard.

"How confident are you that you can do it?"

No. 112 was delighted and said hurriedly, "I am 80% sure. As long as we arouse the suspicion of the Noble Association towards Aureus, even the Luo family will not be able to protect him. And those bloodline soldiers are the best proof. As long as they all claim that they were instructed by Aureus, the rest will be easy."

Since ancient times, words have been able to kill people without leaving any trace. There is a mountain between people, and they can easily overwhelm each other.

He swallowed, his tone timid and hesitant.

"There is no better opportunity than this. The church has been weakened by us. This attack will burn them to the ground. As long as there is one person who can be used, then everything that follows will be a natural progression. We can easily weaken the church's current strength and intensify the conflicts between them."

"If we can capture Aurelius, everything will be very simple. Please forgive me for being so presumptuous. I don't have time to report it."

"Your idea is good, and I should reward you. But I am very unhappy that you acted on your own. Tell me, what kind of punishment should I give you?"

No. 112 prostrated himself on the ground. "I was wrong before. This is all under your command. If it weren't for your order, how could I have found an opportunity to make Oreius a member of our team? When this plan succeeds, you will definitely be promoted to a higher position. I am just a small assistant. The rest is up to you."

The other party smiled with satisfaction: "No. 112, I always think you are a smart person. Unlike other experimental subjects, you have a mind that is good at thinking. Let me give you this task, but if I find out that you are being clever again, then I will not lack a subordinate from you, understand?"

"Everything I have is given by you. If you want me to live, I will live; if you want me to die, I will die. I will never dare to disobey you."

"Remember what you said today, No. 112."

"clear!"

No. 112 bowed deeply, and suddenly heard the sound of something hard hitting the ground. He licked his lips unconsciously and stared at the sign thrown on the ground. The bright red color pierced his eyes, like flowing blood.

With a joy that he dared not reveal, No. 112 carefully picked up the sign and walked out backwards, and the room fell into silence.

Another voice asked, "You're just going to let him go?"

"I prefer an obedient dog to a smart person. We can kill him after he finishes these tasks. He has a good brain, so let him do more for us before he turns into a corpse."

The man who had been sitting behind the curtain stood up, his head almost touching the ceiling. The strange thing was that he had only one body projection but two heads, looking like a forked tree stump.

A pair of broad hands lifted the curtain, revealing two ferocious faces.

"When we get promoted, we'll be able to win the favor of that bitch Lilith."

"Don't say such useless things. When we climb higher than her, we won't be able to do whatever we want as a craftsman."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

“Hahahahahahahahaha!”

......

After going out, No. 112 breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickened his pace and ran towards the wild, a hint of joy appearing in his eyes.

As long as he gets this word from his superior, the rest of the things can be easily solved. He knows what the experiment subject fears the most and what he wants the most. As long as he makes good use of this, he will definitely be able to complete the master's order!

This token may seem insignificant, but it actually acts as a key. It can open a channel to a special location. In addition, it contains a high concentration of blood, which can be used to command the drug soldiers.

He found a safe node. Craftsmen lurking in the human realm would set up such a safe node at regular intervals for transmission and communication.

No. 112 took out a portable transmission device, which was said to be a good thing developed by a craftsman with a high status. But the craftsman had died before No. 112 was born. So he didn't care who made it, as long as it was useful.

Assemble these devices and pour in the energy liquid. In order to determine the destination, you also need to add this token.

No. 112 pressed the token against the surface of the teleportation array, and the tiny gears meshed with each other. The burst of light engulfed him.

With a familiar dizzy feeling of tearing, the scene in front of him twisted and changed, and finally gathered into a familiar image. No. 112 had lived here for a long time. This was the barracks of the drug warriors.

It was called a military camp, but in reality it was just a place for them to rest. As experimental subjects, they were naturally not on an equal footing with the researchers.

A simple training facility was built in the barracks, where all the drug fighters lived and only left when on a mission. So it was usually a mess.

"Hey, what's that thing over there? Throw it over to me!"

"Don't take up other people's space. Do you want to fight?"

"That's enough, you little brats, stop playing these stupid games here. I have something to tell you."

No. 112 kicked over the iron barrel at the door. The barrel hit the ground with a heavy sound, attracting everyone's attention.

His eyes scanned several special beings. The indifferent man leaning against the wall completely ignored his words, another hot woman was twisting her hair with her fingers, and the most obvious one was the muscular man. There were many drug warriors around him.

These guys are the biggest troublemakers. Fortunately, he took the token. No. 112 shook the token, and an invisible wave came from his body. It was the suppression from the blood, enough to tame the most arrogant warrior.

"Listen to me now, this is about your future. If you do well, you will be rewarded, but if you don't, you will be destroyed. Show me your full strength, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir! What should we do first?"

No. 112 gave a creepy smile. "Of course, we should set as many fires as we can and burn as many enemies as we can. Enjoy it. The more exaggerated the better. The only thing is, don't expose the existence of the base."

"This is not easy!"

Hearing this, the drug warriors burst into laughter, not taking it seriously at all.

"Don't take it lightly. We are going to have a tough battle next. You must take the opportunity to reveal the marks on your bodies and point the clues to the Luo family. Forcing them to abandon Oreius, we will have a chance to win him over to our side. I will form a team for you next. Remember to be careful about everything."

The pretty woman raised her eyebrows lazily: "I object. I will only choose people I like to form a team."

The muscular man clicked his tongue and said, "Ha, I don't need anyone to hold me back."

"This is not my decision alone, but an order from my superiors. If you are not satisfied, you can go and talk to them. Let's see who will be reprimanded."

The muscular man stood up, like a moving mountain range. He stared at No. 112, anger in his eyes: "How can a guy who is not as strong as me have the qualifications to order me around!"

No. 112 sneered: "Then go and have a tantrum with your boss, why are you talking to me? Let's see if he will listen to you or choose to kill you and get someone more useful. Do you want me to remind you? He doesn't like you."

No. 25's expression was uncertain. Finally, he snorted heavily and sat down angrily.

Once the strongest person shut up, the rest of the work became much easier. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the division, No. 112 easily grouped the newcomers with those who had been baptized.

After the last team was in place, No. 112 clapped his hands and spoke with a smile.

"Then I'll leave the rest up to you. I'll be waiting here for your good news."

Before their brains could think, the soldiers lowered their heads and said instinctively, "Understood!"

Only after No. 112 disappeared from their sight did they raise their heads and talk to each other.

"No. 25, you should be the one who is most unwilling. You are stronger than No. 112, but you are unable to control yourself due to the flaws of the drug."

The woman turned her head and asked with a chuckle. The muscular man growled, "Shut up, No. 113. I know what you're thinking. Don't treat me like a fool."

"How dare I? I can't even try to please a handsome and strong man like you."

No. 113 smiled coquettishly, her eyes looking very attractive: "What do you think, No. 66?"

The indifferent man said without hesitation: "It has nothing to do with me."

"Allah, if you all say so, then I have no choice but to listen to you. It's really boring. In this case, I won't say anything more."

No. 113 sighed with pretended regret and stretched out his voice: "But don't forget one thing——"

"There can only be one of us who is the strongest."

The muscular man's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

No. 113 snorted. Even if the other party said that, she knew that his temper would not be so good.

No. 25 stood up and left without looking back. The other two followed closely behind him, taking their trusted followers with them.

The rest of the people then began to communicate enthusiastically.

"Did you see that? They were almost about to fight. I was so scared that I didn't dare to say a word."

"Okay, stop talking about adults' business and let's finish our task first."

"I'm familiar with this mission, you just need to follow me. We got a lot of good stuff last time, and you can all get a share."

"I know a shortcut. Let's go together and take care of each other. If the boss eats meat, we should at least have some soup."

The old men who were stuffed into the various teams laughed and talked about their future missions. The remaining bloodline warriors nodded, convinced.

The old men catered to each other and exchanged glances secretly. It was so relaxing to see these foolish potion warriors being fooled. As for them? They have already changed their ways! Only the master is the true faith!

In this way, under the guidance of No. 112 and the baptized people, these simple potion warriors swarmed into the trap. With blood ties, they never thought that their companions would deceive them. So after reaching the destination, they were still confused and asking questions.

"Is this Partington? What are we doing here?"

The tall city wall was within reach. The old man who was in charge of leading the way chuckled and said, "To spread rumors, you have to go to the area where the other party often moves around to be effective. Don't worry, No. 112 didn't get reprimanded for causing a big fuss last time, which proves that this plan is feasible."

He said this confidently, pointing to the trees nearby: "Look, the team next door is here too. Even if there are any problems, we can support each other and nothing will go wrong."

The team members looked carefully and saw the figures of other teams. It seemed that everyone had chosen to observe first. After a brief consideration, the pharmacy warriors nodded and asked, "So what should we do next?"

"First, hide your identity and monitor the Luo family's situation, and obtain information about Oleus's comings and goings. When we find an opportunity, we will take the opportunity to create chaos and complete the mission."

All the information was analyzed in an orderly and convincing manner. The drug warriors were convinced.

They only selected the best hidden people to enter Partington. The old men lured them while looking for the right opportunity. They patiently ambushed for three days and finally saw the target leave the Luo family's residence and walk out of the city.

The drug warriors who couldn't wait were so happy that they applied to go without being asked. The two sides hit it off and decided to go for a big deal first. The old people who had been here before took on the task of leading the way. As they walked, the road ahead became more and more remote, with a wild atmosphere that no one had been there for a long time. After several teams turned around two or three times, the view in front of them suddenly opened up and they arrived at an open space.

The red-haired young man stood in the middle of the clearing, waiting for them openly. The potion warriors suddenly felt something was wrong: "Hey, isn't this the target?"

"Why did you bring us here? The mission didn't say we had to go straight in."

The person leading the way laughed softly, and the laughter became louder and louder, and finally turned into a frenzy. His expression was enthusiastic, and his tone was full of praise.

"Don't you feel it? I didn't bring you here, but we are the ones who are eager to submit to him!"

Bang, bang, bang.

The sound was deafening, and it did not come from the sky or the ground. When the warriors realized it, they found that it was their own heartbeat. The blood in their bodies was urging them to surrender to each other. Yes, this is the person they want to follow, this is their king. Compared with him, all the orders received are unimportant. Leng Han rolled down the warriors' faces until the red-haired young man walked in front of them, and then his knees couldn't help but thump and he knelt on the ground.

Bang, bang, bang.

The dark golden eyes were lowered, and the gaze brought an incomparable pressure. If the other party continued to remain silent, they might be squeezed by their own emotions like a balloon. Chaotic thoughts kept flashing through their minds, until the other party spoke lazily, and the people present breathed a sigh of relief.

Oleus looked at these people with interest. "Are you the potion warriors made by the craftsmen? There are more of you than I expected. Bring all the remaining ones here."

"yes!"

Without any hesitation, all the warriors answered in unison. Under his order, these warriors instantly changed sides, and groups of people were led into the trap, and then accepted the baptism of blood and became subordinates of Aurelius.

After finishing off the last team, Oleus nodded with satisfaction: "I heard that you still have three very powerful people. Call them over - um - maybe two."

"Guests who have already arrived, why don't you show up yet?"

"You are really sharp."

An elegant voice came, and a long-haired woman appeared in the distance. She smiled, her eyes were amazingly bright, and she stared at Oreius without blinking, as if she had seen some treasure.

"Hello, Lord Orelius, I am number 113."

Olesi was not surprised that the other party recognized him. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Since you call me like this, are you going to surrender?"

"Of course, I am not someone who cannot understand the situation. No. 66 is a fool, and No. 25 is strong but not smart. Compared with them, you are the real leader."

The long-haired woman flicked her hair and winked at Aurelius flirtatiously: "You are strong and handsome, of course I will stand on your side. Who can resist the fragrance of your blood? Please leave this task to me, I will bring them both here."

"It sounds like you've said similar things to a lot of people. I know you're different than them, and you want something more, right?"

The red-haired young man chuckled. He bit his finger, and the blood dripped out, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

No. 113 stared at the drop of blood hanging in the air without blinking, his expression intoxicated.

Yes, this is what attracted her here. Even though she was hundreds of meters away, she could immediately feel the alluring aroma and the desire to surrender.

Oreius smeared the blood on the woman's forehead, and the lines on the woman's face suddenly expanded, extending like a spider web. The flesh behind her throbbed, and her body kept deforming like plasticine being kneaded.

Her heart was beating like a song, urging her to surrender to the other party. No. 113 thought so, and she did it.

The woman half-knelt in front of the red-haired young man, fascinated by his handsome face. Her smooth white skin shone brightly in the moonlight, with gorgeous lines. She was both elegant and dignified, combining debauchery and ladylikeness. It was no exaggeration to say that she was everyone's dream lover. As long as you didn't look at the huge bat wings behind her, no one could resist her beauty.

But this is not worth mentioning in front of the king.

She humbly kissed the dirt on the tip of the other's shoe, her tone full of intoxication and passion. At such a close distance, she could feel the thick blood even more. It was this power that gave them birth and gave them possibilities. No. 113 was overjoyed, her voice sweet and charming.

"Thank you for your gift, my Lord. I will bring you those two fools and anything else you desire."