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"What are you doing here?"

The mercenary sitting in the co-pilot looked at the mercenary in the main driver suspiciously.

"hey-hey,"

The mercenary driving the car opened the door, glanced at the small door of the closed cake shop on the side of the road, and said with a smile, "Did you see this cake shop? I bought cakes here yesterday. The proprietress here , very beautiful."

"You're crazy," the co-pilot mercenary looked at him in surprise, "We're on a mission!"

The two mercenaries sitting in the back row also looked blankly at the driver mercenary.

"Perform a shitty mission,"

The mercenary in the driver's seat looked up at the distorted purple sky, "We were probably deceived by the regiment leader and that old man, who cares, let me have a good time."

He got out of the car, looked at the small closed door, smashed the glass of the store door with a shot, and shouted into the door with a smile, "Miss Boss, here are the guests."

bang bang bang-

As he spoke, he raised his gun and shot around the shop.

"what!"

A little girl screamed in panic.

A blank sob followed.

"Oh, the child is here too."

Hearing this voice, the mercenary laughed even happier. He smashed the remaining glass of the store door with the butt of his gun, and was about to step into the door.

"Son of a bitch!"

A figure suddenly rushed out of the night, punched the mercenary on the head, and sent him flying.

Only then did the mercenary's teammates come back to their senses, and looked at the flying 'figure'.

This figure couldn't see any face, and his whole body was covered under a layer of silver-black armor.

"Bad old man is a good thing!"

The face of the smashed mercenary was bloody, he immediately reacted, raised his gun, and was ready to attack the armored figure.

bang bang bang-

But in the next second, he was smashed into a sieve by the gun held up by the figure.

Splashes of blood scattered in the night.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The Kaijet mercenary sitting in the co-pilot immediately shouted.

The remaining people finally recovered from the shock just now, and pointed their guns at the figure at the same time,

boom--

The blazing light flashed across the night sky and penetrated the entire off-road vehicle in an instant, and the violent explosion and blazing flames lit up the entire night.

Two figures also in armor came quickly from behind the flames of the explosion.

"Time is running out, we have to act quickly."

The figure on the left put away the laser cannon in his hand, took out a bucket of white liquid from his waist, and said quickly.

"it is good!"

The earliest figure nodded, and also took out a bucket of liquid from his waist, and the three of them quickly separated.

In the cake shop full of shards of glass, a little girl looked out through the gap in the wall.

Under the blazing flames of the off-road vehicle, the emblem of the city of stars printed on the armor caught her eyes
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Villent looked up at the sky, "Actually, you know very well that we are the same people, you have a very strong aura of Winding Hill, and you can recover so quickly because you have obtained the 'gift' of Winding Hill Well, if you are willing to cooperate, then we can share the proceeds of this ceremony."

"Ha...so, what do you want?"

He Ao laughed abruptly.

"Since you know the location of the three major altars, then you also obtained the 'ceremony information' from the Winding Hill."

Valente's always calm face was a little confused by He Ao's smile. He lowered his head, looked at He Ao, and raised his tone a little higher for the first time, "I'm afraid you don't know what the essence of Winding Hill is. ?”

He Ao stared at him, "It seems that you have collected a lot of occult materials, um, I'm all ears."

"certainly,"

Villent took another look at the burning 'Purple Torch Building' and the distorted lines of the sky,
"Your talent sequence should be 'Chess Player', right? You should also know that A-level is an angel. All the information you can find about the talent sequence will tell you that A-level is the limit that humans can reach, but in Above angels, there is actually a higher level."

"God?"

He Ao shook his head, "This winding hill doesn't feel as powerful as a god."

Hearing He Ao's words, Villent subconsciously prepared to refute.

He stared at He Ao, as if he couldn't understand why this old man who didn't look particularly miraculous could talk about gods so convincingly.

Not as powerful as a god?

Have you come into contact with the gods?

Can you still stand here alive after contacting the gods?

Although he felt that 'Sito' was bragging, he adjusted his language and continued,
"Even if it is not a god, it is still a high-level existence between gods and angels,

"In fact, we are not the first group of people who came into contact with the winding hill. Some ancient books left by wizards in the catastrophe era believe that this winding hill may be a high-level existence between gods and angels. The cemetery left behind."

He stared at He Ao, and said word by word, "The cemetery left by a high-ranking existence of the 'Chess Player' path."

"Well, so what can I get?"

He Ao looked up at him, and asked absently.

"Don't you want to be an angel? Don't you want to have eternal life?"

Valente stared at him, "Since you have entered the winding hill, you should have gained some 'inspiration' about the direction of further promotion? Even if you are not an angel, don't you want to be promoted? Your B-level power does not actually come from You yourself? Don't you want to be a real B-rank?"

His voice paused, his body leaned forward slightly, trembling with a little depression and excitement, "Don't you want to spy on the power above the angels, spy on the real gods, and spy on the eternal and immortal power?"

He Ao looked at the depressing crazy old man in front of him, he could feel the trembling of Valente's soul, the trembling almost at the same frequency as the distorted lines in the sky.

"Sito, we are the same people, I don't believe you haven't heard the call from the winding hills in your heart,"

Valente sat up straight. He seemed to have regained his composure, and then seemed to fall into a deeper madness. "We can cooperate, and we can spy on the eternal knowledge together. After this ceremony is successful, the passage between the winding hills and the world will be opened." will open completely,

"We can really enter the Winding Hill to seize the wealth left by the ancient high-ranking existence. There is at least a set of talent sequences from F-level to A-level in it, and we can even get the Winding Hill Itself, become an immortal high-level existence.

"I can share this opportunity with you, we can go in together, what we can get, all depends on our own ability, how about it?"

"so,"

He Ao stared at him, "For such an 'opportunity', you created the Pollution Cleanup Division and Evolution Servant, created the Pollution Monster, killed so many people, and sacrificed this city?"

"Are you here for justice?"

Valente looked at He Ao with a smile.

"no,"

He Ao reached his back, slowly took out a suitcase from his back, and put it in front of him, "I'm just here to find justice."

"Is this the ashes of your lost child?"

Valente glanced at the suitcase, "The kid named 'Kavi'?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, and said suspiciously, "You 'Kavi', are you really not Nighthawk's clone? Are you really not Nighthawk's father?"

"Yeah, it's reasonable for the child of 'Sitto' to be Nighthawk. Both father and son are righteous and powerful, which is in line with your perception,"

Hearing his question, He Ao smiled,

"The powerful old father who lived in seclusion and the C-class child who died because of his own framed revenge, this is the unfolding of the heroic story."

Slowly stroking the suitcase with his wrinkled palm,
"Nighthawk is a good boy, but unfortunately he is not my boy.

"My child is just a nobody, and I'm just a nobody's father.

"There are 360 million people in this city, 75 city councilors, seven representatives, two senators, ten city cabinet officers, one mayor, three B's, ten C's.

"As for the remaining 360 million unknown people, the death of just one person will not cause any waves.

"In the past ten years, countless such unknown people have been killed by you in your pursuit of the so-called 'eternal power'."

He Ao got up slowly, grabbed the spear beside him,
"My child is not Nighthawk, he is just a nobody, one of tens of thousands of nobody in this city."

He paused, his old voice was slow and clear, "But it's my only child."

"It seems that there is no way for us to cooperate."

Valente also stood up slowly, staring at the old man in front of him.

He Ao slowly took off his cloak.

He was still wearing the custom suit his wife had left for him, and the clothes he was going to wear to his child's funeral.

After several battles, this suit was inevitably damaged and blood stained, but He Ao tidied it up very well, all the creases were as smooth as possible, and all the dirty places were washed as clean as possible.

The clean clothes clung to his body neatly.

Just like when Xito put on this dress for the first time, his wife tidied it up carefully for him.

"Nice clothes."

Valente stared at the blood stains that hadn't been washed away, then glanced at the suitcase next to him, and sighed softly, "It's very suitable for a funeral."

"really."

Howe raised his spear.

Keng——

Villent's hand touched the bottom of the chessboard and twitched violently.

In the dark night, something seemed to appear in his hands, but there seemed to be nothing.

He Ao stared at Valente's palm, he knew very well that there should be a weapon there, but he couldn't see it.

Obviously, this is an extraordinary weapon, and it's not weak at all.

"I'm not actually waiting for Bran,"

Valent laughed. After realizing that the negotiation was unsustainable, the communication between him and He Ao became much easier. He looked up at the sky.

Between the blazing purple flames of those buildings, the purple twisted lines that had been dancing all over the sky had gradually quieted down at some point, outlining undulating shapes.

They look like hills, but they don't seem to be hills. Everyone who looks at these lines will naturally have an image of endless hills shrouded in some kind of hazy purple light.

This piece of 'hill' hangs upside down on the high-rise buildings, like a huge and oppressive purple cloud, covering the whole city.

At this moment, whether it was Fez who was dragging Bran into the city at the gate of the city, or the mercenaries and city defenders fighting on the high wall, or the panicked people hiding at home, everyone raised their heads, Look to the hills where the sky covers everything.

The building turned into a torch is burning, the chaotic dance music echoing in the void is getting louder and louder, and the despair of being destroyed in the doomsday spreads along the endless night.

At this moment, a thought naturally appeared in everyone's mind.

The winding hills have come.

"You should have the knowledge of the ritual in your mind,"

Valente lowered his head and looked at Howard,

"You should know how much painstaking effort I have put into today's step, just to support the Kaijiete Group like this, to build these buildings to the point required for the ceremony, and to engrave complex ritual lines into the city , It took me more than 20 years."

He stroked the white hair on his temples, and suddenly showed a self-deprecating smile. The smile was very light, but with a certain suppressed madness, "20 years are fleeting! And I don't have another 20 years."

"You didn't just do this in one city."

He Ao answered the words calmly.

"certainly,"

Holding the invisible weapon in his hand, Valente stared at He Ao, "This is only the first city."

He laid the invisible weapon in his hand across his chest,
"Old brother, everything is over, and the real sacrifice has already begun. When the passage between Winding Hill and this place is opened, I will be able to get feedback from Winding Hill. Maybe you just attacked me directly. Victory or defeat is still unknown."

He looked at He Ao with a smile, "You won the first half of the round, but I am the winner of the second half and the final round."

"What do you think I've been waiting for?"

He Ao held the spear in his hand, and stared at Villent in front of him with a smile.

Vinyl's complexion changed.

The imaginary situation where the entire city began to sacrifice did not happen.

The upside-down valley above the city remained the same, and the purple light burning like a torch on the building remained unchanged.

However, as the host of the entire ceremony, Valente obviously felt a serious "sluggishness" in the "sacrifice" part of the ceremony.

Like a gear stuck by some foreign object, the gear itself is still trying to turn, but it can't turn anyway.

"what have you done?"

At this moment, an expression of obvious surprise finally appeared on Valente's face.

"As you say, I also have knowledge of those rituals,"

He Ao stared at him, and raised his gun forward, "And I happen to be rather complicated in mysticism, so I added a little 'obstacle' to your ceremony."

"Occult knowledge from 'K'?"

Valente stared at Howard.

When he knew that Nolanka Group was involved, he actually had some guesses about the supporters behind 'Sitto'.

"It seems,"

He clenched the weapon in his hand, his face turned cold a little bit, and a terrifying sense of oppression spread from around him, "The next thing is the battle between us."

Once the Winding Hills descend, the ritual cannot be stopped.

He had the chance to cancel the ceremony and run away before, but now he no longer has it.

Valente has already understood that He Ao was also stalling for time just now, to the point where he has come to this point and cannot retreat.

Of the two of them, at least one must stay here forever.

He Ao stared at Villent in front of him, and felt the almost substantial sense of oppression, which even surpassed that of Dries, and surpassed any B-level he had seen before.

He held the spear in his hand without frowning.

Thanks to the leader of the book friend against the boss.

Two more eight thousand, ask for a ticket at the beginning of the month.

The next update will be at noon tomorrow, and I can't come and go, and I'm drained.

(Happy Children's Day everyone)