The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 95 Alliance
The city wall of flesh and blood fell down overwhelmingly, turning into a mighty river that engulfed the Death Knell, the Shadow Warrior, and Lars Gul El below.

Li Ang was standing in the middle of the blood river, the magic circuit of Wanhua Cardinal Box was shining red, and the iron pieces scattered on the ground melted into viscous molten iron, gradually gathered together and solidified into a throne shape, standing at his feet,

Numerous flesh and blood faces surrounded him, just like the flattering attendants beside the king.

Li Angshi calmly dug out Baron Sterak's steel prosthetic limb from the snow, handed it to Cardinal Wanhua's box casually, and asked him to chew and devour it, then turned around and said softly to Xuehe, "Let's go back to the manor. "

The giant slug-like river of flesh and blood trembled docilely, responding to the call of the creator, carrying incomplete corpses and living captives, crossed the road, and slowly slid into the sea below.

The traces of the battlefield were too obvious. The four armed helicopters that fell from a high altitude were still burning. Li Ang casually patted the Iron Throne under him.

The Wanhua cardinal box, which was still savoring the steel prosthesis, moved in response to the sound, overflowing in the form of molten iron, engulfing and consuming the wreckage of the helicopter as nourishment for growth.

After all the dust had settled and the wind and snow were still drifting, Li Ang bowed down and pressed his palms on the ground, and the aura around him escaped along the veins of the earth.

Boom, boom, boom.

The earth seemed to have a heartbeat, and began to tremble slightly. With every sound, the snow layer on the surface would shake.

After the three minor earthquakes, the muddy surface in the battlefield has been completely covered with white snow. From a distance, everything is still the peaceful and peaceful appearance of the forest, sea and snow field.

As for the trees that were broken due to fighting, they can also be prevaricated by the reason that the trees were crushed due to too much snowfall.

After the battlefield was cleared, Li Ang took the Wanhua cardinal box and walked towards his pickup truck in the distance like a stroll in the courtyard.

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When Lars Gul Al woke up again, he found himself lying on a stainless steel stretcher bed, with his hands, feet, and neck tightly bound by belts, and a white dustproof cloth covering his body.

He looked around in a little confusion. This is a corridor in a confined space. The floor and walls are covered with pale tiles, and there are inorganic cylindrical light tubes embedded in the ceiling.

"It looks like a hospital, am I captured?"

He tried his best to recall the memory, but the picture in his mind has been stagnant at the moment when the city wall of flesh and blood fell down.

Suddenly, the stretcher bed under him was pushed, and the four small tires rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound.

He was startled suddenly, tilted his head and looked out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the person pushing the cart was the young man in the white coat.

Li Ang smiled gently, "You're awake."

"Where is this?" the leader of the assassins asked indifferently.

"For now, this place can only be regarded as a workshop," Li Ang replied, "But with the influx of funds, equipment, and experimental products, this place can be used as my private experimental base immediately."

experiment?

Despair climbed into the heart of Lars Gul Al. The impression of the flesh and blood city wall that covered the sky and the sun just now was too deep. Even if he lived for several centuries, he had never seen anything that could A terrifying scene comparable to it—even the Burning Hell announced in the sacred tome will not work.

Thinking that he was swallowed up by minced meat just now, that his nasal cavity, mouth, and throat were all occupied by fishy and sweet wriggling pieces of meat, the leader of the assassin couldn't help feeling stomach acid, and almost vomited out.

Fortunately, his strong willpower prevented his body from losing his composure, and Lars Gul Al forcibly calmed down. Since the other party didn't kill him immediately, there was still room for mediation.

"What do you want?" The assassin leader said, "Whether it's money, power or even..."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in these." Li Ang interrupted the Arab indifferently, and said indifferently: "Listen, I don't care how huge social resources the organization behind you has, and I don't care that you can send me How much benefit—anyway, in a few months, I can become one of the richest people in the world in a serious way, without your black money at all."

"Okay," Lars Gul-Eir did not try to argue, but said as kindly and humbly as possible: "Your Excellency, maybe you don't have much pursuit of money, but there is a whole group of assassins standing behind me." alliance."

"Oh? Are you talking about those soldiers in black?" Li Ang nodded, and said calmly: "Their fighting skills and tactical accomplishments are indeed the most elite ordinary humans I have ever seen - and the overall way of action is very Think of an acquaintance I know."

The acquaintance he was talking about was naturally Batman who had been trained in the League of Assassins.

Lars Gul-Air had selective amnesia without changing his face, ignored this topic, and continued with a peaceful attitude: "The power of the Assassin Alliance is far more than that. We are entrenched in the island country of Japan, and we have ties with the local chaebols, aristocratic families, and dignitaries. Forming an inseparable network of relationships, they are the real rulers of the country.”

"But I heard from Deathstroke that your Assassin Alliance has always advertised that 'justice must be achieved through your own hands'? How could you collude with the rich and powerful?"

Lars Gul-Air's thoughts changed sharply. While thinking that Deathstroke had completely surrendered to the enemy, he bit the bullet and continued to state, "As a huge organization like a deep-sea titan, the League of Assassins naturally cannot separate its daily operations from civilized society. In order to maintain To ensure the continuity and purity of the organization, we will use agents to carry out the transfer of benefits."

"." Li Ang couldn't help rolling his eyes. These organizations that claim to be "long-history" and "hugely powerful" took turns to appear on stage, such as the Gotham Gang, S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, and the League of Assassins. Gotham City has become a vast stage. , to provide venues for these actors and clowns.

He was not at all interested in what the Arabs claimed, and he just pushed the stretcher bed and walked slowly in the narrow corridor.

Seeing Li Ang's indifferent attitude, Lars Gul Al closed his mouth unwillingly, looked around, and racked his brains to think of countermeasures.

The basement of the Williams Manor had been expanded urgently. On both sides of the corridor, there were compartments made of special bulletproof glass.

Noticing the nervousness of the leader of the assassins, Li Ang said with a smile: "These compartments are specially used by me to hold the test items, and they are arranged in different categories according to the degree of danger, potential value, and test progress. Most of them are still empty now. Only a small number of volunteers such as owl assassins and shadow warriors were imprisoned.

As a high-value target, your private single room is still ahead. "

(End of this chapter)