Chapter 848 Then Don’t Win!
New Glass Island, Red Queen District, inside the Supervisory Bureau.
The middle-aged man, who was stripped down to shorts and a vest, but still had a resolute look on his face, now looked a little confused.
He sat alone in the middle of a glass cell with transparent sides.
Those solid glass layers are covered with complex silver-white patterns, making them look like some extremely expensive luxury item.
Under the suppression of these lights, the extraordinary power in his body was almost completely unable to be mobilized.
His hands were bound in front of him, a silvery-white hollow triangle locking his wrists together. Four or five tentacle-like vines dangled from his back, connecting in a row to the back of his head and spine, completely paralyzing his movements from the elbows down.
Opposite him were several Avalonians in uniform with serious expressions.
"—I ask you again, why did you kill him!"
The other party's voice was extremely high, reverberating through the glass cell. The roar, like a dragon's roar, made the middle-aged man's scalp tingle and his heart tremble. The intense fear made him tremble uncontrollably.
But unlike the inexplicable fear that arose in his heart at this moment, the middle-aged man was not too panicked.
He remained silent and did not reply.
There is a reason for his confidence.
Because he could clearly sense that... these people looked ferocious, but they had no murderous intent at all. This was completely different from the situation on the Black Hawk side.
When faced with such situations, the Black Hawks were usually accustomed to using torture.
Generally speaking, there are two methods - for those suspects whose limbs need to be kept intact, they will be fixed in a completely immobile metal cage and then placed in a dark place or exposed to the sun.
For prisoners whose guilt is proven by irrefutable evidence, they are subjected to blunt saws to cut off their limbs, or to a torture device called a "knee separator" to slowly crush their knees. This is both a form of forced confession and a form of "early punishment."
When the man was arrested, he was even mentally prepared to be tortured.
But he soon discovered... these people were too weak. Not to mention severe punishment or torture, they didn't even dare to beat themselves—fists wrapped in animal skins or whips were good tools and wouldn't cause any serious injuries.
Injuries of this degree can be healed with just a bottle of the cheapest potion for treating minor injuries, and will not leave any traces.
——Then the man immediately felt relieved.
Since they are so particular about "rules", it wouldn't hurt to play with them.
The place where he is should be the interrogation room of this country.
Although it was indeed difficult for him to escape... on the other hand, this place was safe enough. If other ascended beings wanted to kill him, they would at least have to rush in and kill him by force - and that would mean confronting this Avalon-like country head-on.
For a promotion ceremony, this was too risky.
——Even if they have to kill people, they must give priority to killing those who are easier to kill.
And if that happens, he might be arrested like them... He might even be killed on the spot for resisting arrest!
...That would be great.
Because he had already missed three chances to answer the questions due to being caught here, his score was undoubtedly the lowest among all the others, making it difficult for him to complete the painting.
Since he couldn't possibly win, he might as well stay here and watch how others lost. After all, surrender was allowed during this promotion ceremony...
If he managed to survive until there were only three people left, and the remaining two triggered a special victory condition and had to come over to kill him, he might be killed by the guards here.
If he surrenders at this time, it would be pure profit!
I disgusted my opponent and then left safely. Although I still had to accept the penalty for failure, it was better than dying here or becoming disabled...
Seeing that the soldier remained silent, the other party slammed the table and said, "Name!"
"Grey Falcon, you've asked this three times."
"What's your real name?"
"I forgot."
“Nonsense!”
The other party was furious.
Gray Falcon was somewhat helpless: "Then what can I say? This is a promotion ceremony, and you are just a group of fabricated souls?"
And sure enough, the other party didn't hear these words at all.
"Where are you from?"
"I'm from... the Black Hawk Principality."
"How did you enter the country?"
"I'm here to participate in the promotion ceremony," Gray Falcon said sincerely, "I've said this twice."
"Speak!" When he spoke the truth, the other party could not hear him again.
“…I came here illegally.”
Gray Falcon sighed, feeling very tired, and smoothly said what the other party wanted to hear.
If he had known that these people were so troublesome, he would never have taken the initiative to attack "Sour Wine".
After making his first choice, which was the question "Do you think this world is real?", he encountered sour wine.
That guy was a law mage—he wanted to sign a pact with the Grey Falcon, a temporary alliance of non-attack, non-persecution, mutual assistance, and protection. A law mage on the Path of Authority, after reaching the fourth level, could indeed do this. A temporary contract was written to constrain the behavior of both parties...
However, the gray falcon does not trust sour wine.
Sour Wine was the last to enter the ceremony. Not to mention that such an ally was too weak, even if the two of them joined forces, they would be completely unable to defeat any of the first three. Gray Falcon possessed a special ability, keenly able to judge the threat level of its opponents. The first three in this promotion ceremony were completely different in strength from the rest; any one of them could completely destroy the rest.
Fortunately, this ceremony was not a bloody battlefield where the fight would end to the death, so he had a chance.
But only two people can survive to the end and win this ceremony.
If he were to be tied to Sour Wine, it would mean that the remaining people would all be enemies. In that case, there was no way he would survive. On the other hand, if he went alone, he would be more likely to get a spot while the top three fought each other.
But if Sour Wine were released and he were to ally with any of the first three, he could potentially overwhelm the remaining two. The Law Mage was simply too troublesome. As long as he was in a position where others couldn't immediately intervene, he could control at least three people of the same power level and paralyze them.
Furthermore, the other party was a law mage, and Gray Falcon was completely unable to understand the densely packed clauses. It was entirely possible that some insignificant clause contained restrictions against him. Even for safety reasons, he would not dare to sign a contract with a competitor.
——So when Gray Falcon pretended to look at the contract, he suddenly attacked and killed Sour Wine.
As a sword master... when he was already within three meters of the law mage, it was useless even if Sour Wine was still on guard against him.
Gray Falcon easily finished off the sour wine with just two moves.
He didn't even use a sword - he put his fingers together to form a knife, and that was his sword.
The first "sword" tore Suanjiu's mouth, silencing him and depriving him of his ability to speak; the second "sword" aimed directly at his throat, piercing through his right arm that he used to block, and directly cut off his head along with half of his forearm!
He immediately searched for the body, cleaned up the blood and left the scene.
But for some reason, no matter how he hid, he couldn't get rid of the pursuers behind him.
That feeling... was like being watched by a transcendent being from the Path of Beauty. However, he had repeatedly confirmed that there were no sculptures or paintings around him that could trigger the Path of Beauty's surveillance. Any that could have been, he had completely destroyed.
As a result, in less than ten minutes, he was held down by more than sixty people.
There are more than sixty third-level supervisors and several fourth-level lawyers who are under heavy protection.
...There's no way, the equipment of this city's superhuman troops is too advanced.
They were able to fly at high speeds using some kind of device—and they could also create a simple shield. That shield, which could withstand a single attack, also caused him a lot of trouble.
Although the shield was too fragile for him, it could be broken with just one elbow strike...
But as long as he has a knife in his hand, he can try to break through!
Their weapons didn't fire fragile projectiles that could be directly immunized by their bodies. Instead, they seemed to be imbued with the power of the Tao, continuously emitting a silver light that weakened his strength; another type of weapon, when thrown, would automatically eject a net with paralyzing silver tentacles.
He didn't even see the Griffin Legion, and those law mages didn't take any action, but he was caught by a group of third-level supervisors!
The guarding force for this promotion ceremony is too strong!
Moreover, he clearly killed someone in a deserted place, so how did he get discovered?
…but it’s okay.
After calming down, the gray falcon chose to admit defeat.
Put yourself in his shoes—if he can't win, then no one else can either. He's a warrior, a profession best suited for combat.
He was also too arrogant... When he made his first choice, he actually had the opportunity to jump to the first two paintings.
But because the points for the third painting were so high, he wanted to try to complete this one. Even if he died here, as long as he could complete this painting, the 6,000 points would be enough for him to be resurrected and win.
——If he hadn’t escaped at that time, he wouldn’t have had the chance later.
After hearing what Gray Falcon said, the other party asked, "Do you have any other accomplices?"
The gray falcon's eyes suddenly lit up.
Wait, could it be...
"Yes! Yes!"
He immediately asked, "If I give them up, can I get a reduced sentence?"
Gray Falcon felt that he had found the secret to this promotion ceremony—
Since the city’s guard force is so strong and the rules here are so strange... let the other promoted people who come to this painting come and give it a try!
——Since I can’t win, no one else can win!
(End of this chapter)
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