Chapter 422: Being too clever
Early morning was the quietest time of the day in the city of Bayam. The late-night revelers had already fallen asleep, and the morning work had not yet begun. The streets were shrouded in silence, and even the sparse gas streetlights dimmed.
In the sky, a huge carpet seemed to be blown by the wind, floating slowly above the street. It was peacock blue in color, larger than an ordinary four-wheeled carriage, and had mysterious and strange patterns on its surface.
On it, there were more than ten people standing or sitting. Most of them had no expression and stood in a stiff posture like dead people, but five of them had different expressions and were looking in different directions at the street scene below this "flying carpet".
"It's ahead, a little to the left, almost reaching Xiangshu Avenue."
A man with a thin face, black hair and green eyes said that he was Squall, the think tank of "Iron" McVitie. He was good at controlling his emotions, calm, and even a little cruel, so he was called "Calm Squall". His value on the bounty list was 1,500 pounds.
Sitting at the front of the flying carpet was "Bloody Thorn" Huntley, who was responsible for controlling this magical carpet. He nodded when he heard it, and without any movement from him, the flying carpet carrying a large group of people turned a corner and descended.
He took out a black handkerchief and shook it, which turned into a black curtain, blocking the trace of the flying carpet. From a distance, they had become one with the night sky and were difficult to detect unless one looked carefully.
Sitting in the center was "Iron" McVitie himself, with dark skin, thick lips tightly pursed, and curled hair that looked like beads inlaid on his head.
"Did you see the 'flame'?"
He asked in a low voice, his muscles bulging and his whole body filled with power.
"Not yet."
Another Beyonder answered casually, his eyes fixed on the street below.
The five of them, along with a team of zombies and puppets, had come here overnight on a "flying carpet" in order to capture Vice Admiral Iceberg's fourth boatswain, "Flame" Danitz, and inquire about the whereabouts of the Death Key for Admiral Blood's Senior.
The news that "Flame" was hiding in Fragrant Tree Avenue came from a pirate captain who was greedy for money and tried to get a share of the 3,000 pound bounty. This captain had received a mission from Danitz to gather information about "Steel," but he betrayed him and went directly to Senior's intelligence officer in Bayam, Old Quinn, who sold Danitz and his contact location for 1,000 pounds.
Of course, McVitie had no intention of paying the 1,000 pounds, but it was not appropriate to cause any trouble at the moment, so he only placed the dark blue-haired pirate under house arrest and did not kill him to silence him for the time being.
Regardless of whether the information was true or not, he was not prepared to spare the other party's life.
The flying carpet stopped on top of a big tree beside the Fragrant Tree Avenue. Under the dual protection of the night and the camouflage spell, the occasional passers-by below did not notice that there were more than ten people floating above their heads.
They waited quietly, changing shifts from time to time, watching the street below and the safe house belonging to "Flame".
It was not until a reddish light appeared on the distant sea level and the sun was about to rise that Squall, who was on duty for the third time, discovered a sneaky figure appearing on the roof of the street below.
He perked up and took a closer look. The man was wearing a black woolen coat and the peaked cap that Bayam often wore. He was nimbly climbing between the rooftops of the houses. In the rising sun, the golden hair and signature burnt-brown eyebrows that peeked from the brim of his hat were clearly visible. It was the target everyone had been waiting for.
"It appeared, it's him!"
Squall called out in a low voice, waking up his drowsy companions. Several heads came to the edge of the flying carpet, watching the nimble figure below jump over the roofs one after another, quickly arriving at the roof of No. 15 Fragrant Tree Avenue, looking around for a while, then climbing up the chimney and going in.
The expected prey has appeared, but the five people did not make any move. They just continued to watch quietly. The zombie puppets on the flying carpet, under the control of Maiviti, stood on the other side to balance the weight. For a moment, the flying carpet was silent.
Below, several other figures rushed out from other buildings, some kicked open the door of Room 15, some broke the windows directly, and some even climbed onto the roof, followed Danitz's route and went into the chimney, entering the room one after another.
They were local adventurers and bounty hunters who had been deceived by the news spread by Squall. Among them were only two Beyonders, the lowest Sequence 9, and the majority were speculators who wanted to take advantage and share some of the bounty.
Normally, even if this group of people were tied together, they wouldn't be enough for Danitz to defeat with one hand. However, the news they received was that "Flame" had been seriously injured, like a moving vault, waiting for the right person to take it away, so they naturally moved forward courageously.
After waiting for a moment, the calm Squall frowned.
These figures entered the house, and no sound was heard. Even if Danitz had recovered his strength, it would be impossible for him to deal with so many people without making any sound.
He looked at his boss. There was no expression on the cold face of "Steel", and his thick lips moved:
"Go down to the roof and we'll go in together."
He had already wasted considerable time in Bayam. If he couldn't obtain information about the "Death Key," he wouldn't be able to explain to Admiral Blood. The only clue was right before his eyes, and he had to capture him at all costs.
The flying carpet rose slowly from the treetops and floated towards House 15. Under Huntley's command, it began to slowly descend. The pirates on it stood up, rubbing their hands, ready for battle.
At this moment, a gentle but majestic voice came, reciting the ancient Hermetic command that could not be resisted:
"Flying and floating are prohibited here."
What?
Just as this question arose in everyone's mind, the flying carpet beneath their feet softened and folded as if it had lost its support, falling downwards with human bodies weighing over a ton in total.
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Watching the "flying carpet" falling to the ground like a stone, and the figures emerging from it, Angel didn't hesitate and immediately switched to the "Rose Necklace"'s Shepherding Soul. His eyes seemed to be oozing with molten lava, and he uttered a foul word in the demon language:
"slow!"
An invisible ripple spread out with her as the center, and "Steel" Maiviti, who was the first to emerge from the flying carpet that fell to the ground, was the first to be hit and fell into a state of sluggishness.
In his eyes, Angel, who was already extremely fast, seemed to be approaching with a shadow, and the "Good Luck" pistol in his hand, with the hammer already cocked, burst out with a flame far stronger than that of an ordinary revolver.
He subconsciously hardened his skin, preparing to use his iron body to resist the attack of firearms.
"call out--"
The sound of bullets piercing the air rang in his ears. Behind him, "Mad Dog" Darry had just struggled to climb out of the flying carpet when his head exploded like a fragile watermelon, spilling red and white all over the zombies beside him.
She wasn't targeting me...
The "slow" effect faded, and McVitie finally reacted.
His movements and thinking speed returned to normal. He stepped forward with his strong right leg, and a layer of cold ice quickly spread out from the soles of his feet, extending forward rapidly under his control.
In such cold weather, all living things will be affected except for the "zombies" Maiviti and his puppets.
But the blonde woman in front of him didn't care at all. She continued to walk forward. When she stepped on the ice, the ice became even colder and spread more than twice as fast. She even turned around and rushed towards the flying carpet.
No, that's not me...it's her who is controlling the ice!
Knowing this, Maiviti no longer tried to waste his spiritual energy fighting with the opponent for control of the surrounding ice. Instead, he exerted force on his feet and rushed forward suddenly, trying to close the distance with the opponent and take advantage of his own melee and defensive abilities.
Behind him, the puppets he controlled also jumped up and pounced on Angel in various stiff and weird postures.
Squall and Huntley wanted to attack with him, but seemingly due to the influence of the extreme cold around them, they began to cough constantly, had abdominal cramps, and fell into various states of illness.
Controlling ice, disease, and stunning appearance... Squall forced himself to calm down amidst the coughing and dizziness, thinking quickly, and soon determined the other party's most likely potion sequence.
"Disease Girl, Tracy!"
He shouted to remind McVitie. Although the second mate's think tank did not know the specific sequence of the "Vice Admiral of Disease", he still guessed it based on the extraordinary ability in front of him.
What? Lieutenant General Disease? But I've seen her before, and she's nothing like the person before me...
McVittina's brain, which had become somewhat dulled by anger and fighting spirit, quickly reacted and realized that Squall was referring to the opponent's sequence.
The same sequence as "Lieutenant General of Disease"?
His forward pace slowed down.
The zombie puppets behind him who had already received the attack order did not hesitate like him, but maintained their previous movements and rushed forward, but the target they chose was not Angel, but a copper whistle that appeared on the ground at some point.
“Ouch—”
Like vicious dogs pouncing on their prey, the puppets rushed to the ground one after another, trying to grab the copper whistle that was absolutely attractive to them.
The next second, a holy light descended from the sky, enveloping the huddled puppets. Their long-dead flesh and blood burned and melted under the purifying light, quickly losing their vitality.
"Danitz," with his left hand and chest glowing with gold, pushed open the door of No. 15 Fragrant Tree Avenue and slowly walked out. His blond hair quickly turned black, his deep blue eyes turned brown, and his face squirmed and deformed. Before everyone's eyes, he transformed into the cold-eyed, crazy adventurer, Gehrman Sparrow.
So that's how it is. The greedy pirate captain and the "Flame" who fell into the trap were all traps... We are the real prey!
Just as this thought flashed through Iron Maiviti's mind, two white rays of light flashed from the brown eyes of the fake Danitz in front of him. They struck his brain like lightning, causing the soul hidden under the iron body to burst into intense pain.
"Spiritual Piercing!"
Klein silently recited the name of the extraordinary ability bestowed upon him by the "Interrogator" soul. He watched as Angel waved his hand to summon the bone sword, bypassing the thick-skinned "Steel" McVitie and rushing towards the other pirates who were sick and slow in movement.
This was the battle plan they had already planned. Klein, who had herded the souls of the "Interrogator" and the "Priest of Light", would be responsible for dealing with the Sequence 6 "Zombie" Maiviti, who was difficult to harm from physical attacks. Angel, who was not afraid of siege, would be responsible for the other pirates.
This is called "Every profession has its own specialization", well, that's not what Russell said.
A cruel smile appeared on his lips, and the "creeping hunger" in his left hand emitted a bright sun light.
"Holy Light!"
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