Prelude to the Attack

"Sir, we have already investigated. Oleus left the Luo family during the day today and has not returned yet..."

A pharmacy warrior knelt on one knee and reported respectfully. Before he finished speaking, No. 25 made a sound and interrupted him impatiently.

"Don't tell me what's useful or not. I just want to hear where I can meet him."

Before becoming an experimental subject, No. 25 was often criticized for thinking with his muscles. He hated those motherly things the most in his life, and his thinking was also very simple.

Since we are targeting that guy called Oreius, why don't we just go over and beat him up so that he has to obey us? Why is there any need to go through so much trouble? Disguise and seduce are not his style at all.

Hearing his words, the subordinate swallowed his saliva and tried to fight desperately: "Sir, I think we should take a long-term view. It is said that the target this time is very strong..."

"You mean I'm not strong?"

No. 25 stood up and lifted the other person up in the air, his cold tone making people's scalps numb.

The subordinate immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "No, no, no, I mean you are of course the strongest! No one can beat you! If it were you who took action, whether it was Olayus or any other Oreus, you would have smashed them into pieces!"

"You are good at recognizing faces."

No. 25 snorted coldly and threw the opponent to the ground.

He turned to look at the others and said coldly: "No matter how you look for it, I just want the result. Now go find the man named Oreius and bring him back to me. Do you understand?"

The men immediately answered loudly: "Yes, sir!"

“Puff.”

At this moment, a chuckle came from somewhere, and No. 25's face immediately darkened.

He was very familiar with the sound, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"Get out of here, No. 113, and stop playing tricks on me."

"I'm not being mysterious, I just heard something interesting."

A charming voice answered, and a figure fell from the sky. The bat wings behind her flapped gently, making her look even more graceful. Since she was flying in the air, No. 25 had to look up to see her face, which made him feel a little unhappy.

But he also clearly realized one thing: the other side has become stronger.

At least before, he had never taken No. 113 seriously, not to mention that he now had a vague idea of ​​surrendering.

"Where did you get the drug?"

"Medicine? I don't need that stuff. I have better sources."

The woman looked down at the other person and answered leisurely.

"It was that master who gave me blood. It was he who gave me a new life. Don't worry, on the 25th you will soon surrender to that master."

"What the hell are you talking about? I only listen to the strong."

No. 113 said as a matter of course: "That man is the most powerful man in the world. He is the one who asked me to find you. Do you know where No. 66 is?"

"How would I know where that thing is hidden? He is just a turtle who shrinks his head all day long. I despise such a guy who stabs people in the back the most."

No. 25 spat fiercely on the ground, with a look of great disgust. No. 113 shrugged, not surprised: "Okay, I know your relationship has always been bad. I'll just take you back first."

"Stop talking to yourself. You haven't answered my question yet. Who on earth is that adult? You can't be looking for another weakling as your lover."

Hearing 25's malicious words, 113's expression turned cold. In a flash, 25 suddenly stepped back, and two bloody flying blades stabbed into the place where he was standing. His face was cold: "Do you want to fight with me?"

No. 113 had a smile on his face, but his eyes were dull: "I didn't want to be your enemy, after all, the master needs enough fighting power. Lord Orelius is our master. From now on, you'd better change your address and show him the minimum respect, otherwise I will chop off your head next time."

"Then come and try it!"

No. 25 roared and hugged the tree beside her. The tree, which was as thick as a man, was pulled out and thrown towards No. 113 in front of the shocked eyes of the drug warriors. The effort was not much more than throwing a stone. No. 113 flashed in the air and a bloody long whip appeared in her hand. She lashed hard with an expressionless face, but No. 25 blocked it with both hands.

As soon as he received the blow, he felt something was wrong. This was no ordinary whip, but was constantly sucking his blood. Originally, this move could not break his defense at all, but now it brought a burning pain and a feeling of weakness.

No. 25 shook off the whip, eyes blazing with anger: "You bastard...!"

The woman put away the whip and said coldly: "I am not here to fight with you. This is my only chance. If you don't want to, I will clean up the rebellion for my master."

No. 25 looked at the other party with fear. No. 113 was not good at direct combat, but just now, the strength she showed was far beyond the ordinary. It all had something to do with the director behind her.

The man was silent for a while, and finally spoke: "I don't know where No. 66 is, but I heard him say before that he would find something useful."

Even a wild animal would know when its life is in danger. No. 113's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he landed gracefully.

"I know where he is. Thank you for the information. Please come with me first."

"Sir, we..."

The surrounding drug warriors were about to speak but stopped talking. No. 25 silenced them and said in a strong voice: "Follow her."

He wants to be stronger.

As long as I can become stronger, I don't care what I do.

......

Bright red maple leaves slowly fell from the sky, as if they were performing a graceful dance. Occasionally, a few of them covered the cold light of the swords. A breeze blew by, and they were immediately chopped into pieces by the sharp blades. The man in black silently cleaned the swords, never looking up.

From the outside, this place is a beautiful and elegant sight. Maple forest, running water, and a man sitting by the water washing his weapons.

"You still like coming here so much."

No. 113 jumped down from the tree and just avoided a stone on the ground. She knew at a glance that there were many traps here. No. 66 was the most special one among them. He liked to be alone and the place he lived was always full of danger. But compared with No. 25, he was much smarter.

She said gently: "I have something to talk to you about."

No. 66 said without raising his head: "Right foot."

No. 113: “?”

"That's the poison trap I set up."

"......"

The woman withdrew her right foot, which had almost stepped on it, and said, "You are so unlovable. You put so many things in your living space. Won't you get hurt?"

"Only a fool would be killed by his own trap. Weapons cannot harm me."

"ha..."

No. 113 subsidy quota.

She was used to such strange thoughts, so she quickly skipped over this point and said crisply: "Well, I'll make it short. I found a master who is truly worthy of our loyalty, and he hopes to meet you. No. 25 has already gone. Do you want to go with me, or do you want me to knock you out and take you there?"

No. 66 held a dagger and carefully applied poison before answering, "I'll go with you."

No. 113 chuckled, "This is much easier than I thought. Fortunately, you are not an idiot like No. 25, so there is no need to use violence to convince me."

"Your aura has greatly increased, but you don't look like you've taken a new drug. There is only one way to increase your aura in a short period of time, and that is to come into contact with a blood source. Since you want me to meet Orelius, and your attitude is firm. I can't beat you now, so there is no reason for me to continue."

"That's why I like talking to smart people. Come on, that gentleman has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Okay, hold still."

"Um?"

"The rock under your feet is a rope trap I set."

"...I told you not to put so many things in your house!"

"The most foolish person is the one who falls victim to a trap he has set."

"That's not what I meant. Hurry up and remove this trap!"

"......"

When the two returned to Oreius, No. 25 had completed the baptism and absorbed enough blood.

He seemed taller than before, like a small moving mountain range, with muscles that seemed to be carved from rock, with clear veins.

His already bad temper did not improve at all. He looked at the two people who came over with dissatisfaction: "Too slow, how could you let the master wait for so long."

"You obviously didn't want to come before, right?"

No. 113 rolled his eyes, then bowed to Oreius and said in a soft voice: "Master, I brought No. 66 back."

"Thanks for your hard work."

The red-haired young man smiled slightly, then looked at the assassin.

He had already asked the others. It was said that No. 66 was the best assassin among them. There was no prey he could not take down once he struck.

From the outside, this excellent assassin even looked a little thin. He lowered his head and never looked at Aurelius, maintaining respect and awe.

"You look scared of me."

"The energy fluctuations in your body are very strong. I know I have no chance of winning against you, and I have no intention of fighting you. My blood tells me that surrender is the best option."

No. 66 raised his head, revealing a pair of strange purple eyes. In his perception, the other party was like boiling molten lava, and also like the heart that gave birth to life. From the first sight, he lost all his thoughts and only had the thought of following.

"The blood in your body gives me everything. I am willing to be the knife in your hand, harvesting all your enemies in the dark night."

Orelius wondered if there was something wrong with the training of the craftsmen, otherwise why were these people so immature.

Well, as long as it works, what's there to be picky about?

He gave blood to No. 66 according to the rules. There was not much change in the latter, but his aura was more restrained, and it would be ignored if you didn't pay attention.

After processing the last batch of potion warriors, the four experimental subjects gathered together and led all the warriors to kneel and pledge allegiance. They looked at their king with fanatical eyes.

The four experimental subjects were naturally the strongest among them, and they rushed to introduce their abilities.

"I'm No. 112. My ability lies in stealth. I can investigate anything you need."

"I'm number 25. Nothing can beat me in strength. I can tear those machine-made lumps apart!"

"Number 66, good at assassination."

Finally, the long-haired woman smiled charmingly: "I am No. 113. I can restore my life by absorbing the blood of others. As long as there is enough blood, I can restore wounds indefinitely. As a price, I can only consume blood."

Oh my god, vampires!

Oreius looked at the other party in surprise. He didn't expect that the first false vampire in the Black Mist Era was created by himself.

That makes sense. To put it bluntly, vampires are special bats. As long as they have bat blood, they can easily be strengthened with related characteristics. If No. 113 gives birth to offspring, and reproduces with this characteristic as the goal, then in a few hundred years, new vampires may really appear in this world.

He put these thoughts aside for the moment and looked down at these loyal soldiers.

Out of precaution against him, the number of Potion Warriors was not particularly large, but it was enough to deal with the current situation. And later, no matter how many Potion Warriors the craftsmen made, they were just to provide him with soldiers. As long as they continued to influence them, these people would eventually belong to him.

Looking at the warriors in front of him, the red-haired young man chuckled and said slowly: "Okay,"

In addition to helping the vest of Oleus integrate into the craftsman and thus undermine the opponent's power, the most important task at the moment is to provide enough energy for the World Tree.

The energy of the World Tree comes from changes to history. As more and more people are affected by it, the energy generated will increase.

He is a greedy person. He wants both the good and the bad sides. Only in this way can he satisfy the needs of the World Tree and make it bear the first fruit as soon as possible.

The red-haired young man's eyes were blank. There was no hesitation, no hesitation, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

"Go ahead, light fires everywhere and prove your identity."

Then the curtain of depravity was raised, playing the elegy of the knight, leading [Oreus] to betrayal and abandonment, completing the complement of his fate and completely tearing apart the ambitions of the craftsman. To this end, Mason did not hesitate to use the vest as bait.

"Yes, sir!"

The warriors looked at that figure and responded enthusiastically.

So the attack began.