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Chapter 605 309. Nightclub Ecstasy (4k6)

Psychedelic colorful lights shine alternately, and all kinds of people in the center of the dance floor shake their heads and tails, dancing to the beat of the explosive music.

"Forget about that damn life! There's no day or night in space, work is eternal, pleasure is yours!"

The DJ on the stage turned up the volume and shouted into the microphone:
"Shake the fuck up!"

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

The purple light fell down, criminals from all walks of life danced and danced, and wrote in the air with their heads. The people in the private room shook some indescribable powder into their noses openly, and then closed their eyes. Silly and crazy laughing.

The sexy six-armed snake maid walked swiftly through the crowd with a plate, her waist and hips twisted as if she could squeeze out juice, she smiled and knocked down the malicious salty pig's hand, turned around and entered the booth, The wine and fruit plate were placed on the table, and when he was about to leave, he was stopped by a small white hand into his embrace.

"Oh, what a nuisance." The snake-man maid castigated and glanced at the woman who harassed her, and said softly, "Priest Alia~ What are you always pestering her for? I haven't developed any new business."

"Hey hey~ Look at what you said, little cherry, I didn't miss a tip for you."

"I'm not saying this - you play too much every time."

The priest known as Alia has short blood-red hair and scars on her face, but she can still recognize her former dignity and beauty from her facial features. She is presumptuously playing with the maid's small face and side ears with one hand, and holding the whiskey with the other. Sprinkle it on the opponent's chest, but the snake-man maid looked like she wanted to refuse and greeted, she took the initiative to stand up and shake her chest, and sparkles shone on the scales.

"Oh, it's so beautiful! I just like you snake people, how can you understand fever like other races!"

"What you said is too indecent. This is not called ostentation in our family, it's called exotic style."

"Hahaha - good, good, style."

Priest Alia raised her legs, holding a beauty in one hand and wine in the other. Evil, hatred, and curse runes can be seen everywhere on the black-and-white-patterned robe, confirming her identity.

【Fallen Priest】

[Salvation] is a way to save other people's lives. Because of differences in worldview, technology, magic, and theories, the directions of the evolved ways are also different.Although the vast majority of them have become "doctors" who save lives and heal the wounded, there are also many who choose to embark on the path of playing with life and desecrating corpses.

For example, in the advanced branch of [Doctor], there are [Healers] who advocate saving others and taking into account the control of the battlefield. They transmit vitality through nanowires and cause damage.There are also [corpse stitchers] who are ruthless, specialize in surgical techniques, stitch corpses, use violence to control violence, and have strong blood-sucking recovery and combat capabilities.

Because of the different areas of emphasis, the path of [Salvation] is usually divided into two schools: 'outside' and 'inside'.

The superficial school of [Priest] is naturally advocating light and nature, combining vitality and faith to save lives [Blessing Teacher], while the internal school, like Alia, uses evil techniques to enshrine evil gods. And the [Fallen Priest] who achieves healing by harming the lives of others.

If you step into the [Fallen Priest] of the inner sect, you don’t have to abide by strict rules and regulations. Instead, you have to be more corrupt, corrupt, and enjoy all the dirty and dark sides of the world. Only by recognizing these from the bottom of your heart and gradually reshaping your worldview can you go further. Far.

"You play so much, don't you still have a job later? Will it affect you?"

Sitting opposite Alia was a blue-eyed mixed-blood demon, with white eyes on both sides of the apple muscle, drinking wine leisurely at the moment, his pale skin exuded a cold breath, making the surrounding The male attendants were trembling all the time, and had to show a gentle business smile.

If there are mercenaries from the Valkyrie Fortress here, they will definitely exclaim: Isn't this the legendary mercenary who has been missing for 43 years, the 'Ice Demon' Dugan Golas?
For the mercenaries of the layered abyss, the Zeta order is the pinnacle, and they are called legendary mercenaries.

And Dugan Golas is a legend among legends—he possesses the ability of quasi-Ita order (7).

"Don't worry, it's just a Zeta stage resurrection, I can complete it while applauding for love - Party A won't care about such details."

Alia smiled, and twisted the face of the girl in her arms, begging for a sweet reproach punch.

"On the contrary, it's you, Dugan Goras, you still accept money from narrative-level civilization."

"Is there anything strange?"

"Of course it's strange."

Alicia held her chin and said:
"The Zeta order (6) is a very special rank. The Epsilon rank (5) allows people to determine the godhead and aim at the future development direction. When it reaches the Zeta order, it belongs to the division of the gods and the extraordinary. watershed."

"As recognized gods on the ground, they are also the main force participating in the space war. They are enough to make the ocean boil, destroy mountains and rivers, and destroy the cities on the surface. It is only a matter of time. This kind of power is the limit that mortals can witness."

"Thus, their title is no longer 'Supernatural', but respectfully called 'Admiral'."

Dugan drank the lava wine lightly:
"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

"It's just a sigh of relief about the situation in Xingyuan."

Aliya laughed and continued:
"But the star abyss is so big that there are too many god-climbers like this."

"There are actually many battlefields like the Galaxy Eye Meat Grinder in the universe. Zeta-order mercenaries are often active in such places, as commandos and gang fighters, sneaking into disputed areas, and performing tasks that regular troops cannot accomplish." Task."

"As for those above the Zeta order, the losses in the war have not been large."

Aliya looked at Dugan and said:
"After all, those who exceed this level basically have the ability to influence interstellar wars and affect local theaters. They would not choose to do it themselves and live a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife."

Dugan knew that the other party was mocking him, so he explained casually:
"Although it is generally believed that the gods who have been promoted to the Ita stage have basically completed the stage of primitive accumulation, they either retreat to the second line, upgrade themselves from chess pieces to chess players, pull up a battle group, and form capital. Officially, as a guest in a certain civilization or even a narrative. Financial freedom has been fundamentally realized. But there are also Itaians who cannot join the righteous path because of their political stance..."

"In a word, the truly strong must either start a business or start a company, or become a leader within the system."

Aliya took a sip of wine, her eyes blurred:

"I remember you said it yourself: 'Working? That's just a fantasy of the poor'-but now, you choose to come back?"

"Money is tight recently, just come out and find some work to do."

Dugan said perfunctorily:
"It's you, who was originally the key training object of the first-class civilization [Kelly Church], but has degenerated to this point. From a goddaughter above ten thousand people to a poor ghost addicted to wine and sex, no matter how you look at it, it's you Is it worse than my situation?"

"It's not the same, I chose this path myself. I can't bear to close my desires for the rest of my life, and stay in a monastery all day long, praying, chanting scriptures and washing clothes-it's not like now, I have a beer in one hand and a beer in the other, and those priests guard me every day. God, how can I be happy?"

Alicia spread her hands:

"Besides, we've all come to the Tomb of the Stars, so don't pretend to be a good person, Ice Demon Dugan, how many civilized lives are you carrying on your back? [-] million? Or [-] million?"

"I'm not a butcher, I didn't kill that many people, only 1 million people."

"That's still a killing spree. The interstellar court sentenced you to genocide, man-made natural disasters, and destruction of ecosystems—23 crimes, combined punishment for several crimes, awesome."

"I've said it all. It's not that exaggerated!"

Dugan retorted:

"I just used magic to lower the temperature of that planet a little bit: only 6 degrees Celsius - they died because of the food production reduction due to the arrival of the Little Ice Age. In fact, the judgment was not fair to me at all, and I did not personally They killed people because they didn't work hard, if they had the habit of accumulating food, they wouldn't have killed so many people at all."

"Look at what you said, I think the court's judgment is all right."

Priest Alia lit a cigarette and muttered:

"As soon as you mentioned natural disasters, I immediately thought of one thing - do you know that kid Wan Yue?"

"You mean the holder of the natural disaster arcana? I have the impression that he reached the peak of the Zeta order before he was 100 years old, and he is still recognized as the most difficult to advance to the [Master] system. It can be said that he is quite Talented."

When Dugan mentioned the waning moon, he did not hesitate to praise him.

Different from other paths, arcanaists of the [Master] department rarely have the opportunity to learn systematically. Most people will embark on a rough road for various reasons, especially those sequence arcana holders. All of them are crazy and paranoid, or just illiterate idiots with no brains.

The crescent moon was different. Dugan had an impression of him as a very pure person. He didn't develop redundant arcane abilities, but focused on tempering his innate talent to control the power of disaster from beginning to end.

"He is studious and quick-witted. He is strong and charismatic. He doesn't hesitate to reward his subordinates. I heard that he has also assembled a fleet and has connections with many civilizations. He has risen from the slums to this point. I still appreciate such juniors."

Alicia glanced at him.

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong with what I said?" Dugan shrugged: "You female ketone priest never praises others, unlike me, when others are better than me, I will only appreciate it more."

"The crescent moon is dead."

Aliya said lightly with a cigarette in her hand.

"...Dead?" Dugan was surprised: "Wan Yue is so young, I remember that he is less than 90 years old, right? He can jump dimensions at will, even I don't have the confidence to kill him, how could he die?"

"This time the customer told us."

Aliya drew on her cigarette and said:

"The client is a subsidiary of a narrative-level civilization, as you know—Velazzi Security, a notorious war contractor and security dispatch company in the abyss, doing worse than us."

"Speak the key."

"The one who traded with me was a little girl from Wei Razi, who I met before. The person I want to entrust to resurrect this time is the one who killed Waning Moon."

"This is really... an accident."

Dugan touched his chin:
"The ability of Canyue is very difficult to be killed. Since he can kill Canyue, it means that his combat power has already reached the level of Ita-level."

"I think so too."

Alicia says:
"So don't take it too lightly. I chose here on purpose because I can't trust the security force that the little girl recruited herself—if that guy suddenly kills people after he is resurrected, 70.00% of the nightclub is Zeta. Even if he didn't walk the path, his strength is still there, and he won't be given a chance."

"You are really bad-hearted, let the people around you share the firepower with you."

Dugan joked:
"But no matter what, it's just a Zeta class. With me, a quasi-Ita class, and the people in this shop, even if the real Ita class comes over, we will overturn it."

"exactly."

Alicia nodded:
"That little girl named Nalia has a brain for making money, but she has never suffered a loss, and she doesn't realize what it means to be able to forcefully kill Can Yue."

"The ability of the waning moon involves the dimension of time and space, and the only thing that can transcend time and space is [gravity]."

Dugan narrowed his eyes:
"Only Sequence Arcana can fight against Sequence Arcana, not to mention that he killed Wanyue, which shows that his level of arcane development is not low."

"To be honest, we are all old churros. Although this job is quite risky, we are playing at home. No matter how you say it, it is beneficial to us."

Aliya smokes a cigarette:
"It's Nalia, the rich lady. When I was talking to her, I heard her tone, and I probably have two Zeta steps around me, and one of them is even Gabros."

"Are you worried that they won't be able to deal with the guy who killed Waning Moon?"

"No, I'm just worried about their repudiation."

As soon as Alia finished speaking, the door of the nightclub opened suddenly, and a group of mixed-race half-orcs rushed in. Behind them, an elegant and decent young lady who was incompatible with the dirty and sinful environment of the tomb stars, naturally and generously Step inside.

"Oh, everyone is here."

Aliya pinched out the cigarette and waved to the girl over there:

"Naliya, this way."

Nalia glanced at it, and immediately found Alia's position. She turned her head and gave her subordinate a look. The other party understood, and hurriedly dragged the freezer cabin, squeezed away the crowd on the dance floor, and went to the booth.

The wine table was pushed away, and the black freezer took the place of the table, and it was displayed in front of Priest Alia. She was smoking a cigarette, and her eyes lit up:
"Hey——CVF-109, the most advanced biochemical cryogenic chamber, it is said that senior [biochemists] use this thing to transport the materials of biochemical warfare beasts. You are really willing to spend money."

"This is the lowest-cost prop in this operation."

Nalia said lightly, and then she looked at the 'Ice Demon' Dugan Golas next to her, and extended her hand politely: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Goras, the legendary mercenary."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, daughter of the company—but I have been separated from the Valkyrie fortress for 43 years. I have long since quit being a mercenary."

As soon as Dugan shook hands with the other party, Nalia's entire arm was immediately frozen, but she didn't care. The low temperature of minus 70 degrees did not cause her any harm.

"I'm going to trouble you this time."

Nalia said.

"That's free, just give a little more tip later."

Aliya curled her lips and looked at the data panel of the cryogenic cabin:
"The storage time is 4 hours and 22 minutes—it's not bad, you sent it here in time, and the corpse should be well preserved."

"It's the best option."

Nalia took a look at the noisy environment around her. The music was loud, and people were dancing and having fun. No one noticed that they came in with the corpse:

"Will it affect the resurrection ceremony?"

"As long as it's not an open-air environment, it's fine. Let your people stand up quickly, and when this guy is resurrected later—who can kill someone who can kill the crumbling moon, who knows how fierce it will be."

Aliya muttered, walked to the cryogenic chamber, pressed the start panel to unlock according to the password given by Nalia, then grabbed the edge with both hands, and opened it upwards:

"Smelly brat, don't die, it's time to get up and dance—"

laugh--

The hatch opened, the cold air escaped, and after a few seconds, the structure inside was exposed.

"...I mean the daughter of the company."

Aliya picked up the cigarette butt that she had pinched off, put it in her mouth, and tilted her head to look at the shocked Nalia:
"It took you 4 hours and 22 minutes to come here, just to send a cloud of air?"

There was no one in the cryogenic cabin, and the corpse of Lioz, who was clearly confirmed to be loaded in, could not find even a hair at this moment.

"It's impossible, impossible..."

Nalia murmured:

"We escorted him all the way here. I saw his head cut off with my own eyes. How could he disappear—"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt someone pat her on the shoulder.

"Are you looking for this?"

She turned her head, and Lioz's head immediately hit her face, crushing her skull and face!
　I wish you a happy Children's Day. Today is not divided into chapters.

　
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