Crown of Silence

Chapter 98 The oriole is behind

In an instant, the sudden 'army' strangled the exits at both ends of the alley, raising their weapons with ferocious killing intent.

"Look who we caught? Two big fish! The Sicilian sissy young master, and the sneaky professor!"

The short man at the head laughed loudly. He was carrying a heavy flame-shaped sword, his face was covered by a horned helmet, and his voice was hoarse and cold.

"'Dwarf' Werner?"

Lorenzo finally understood who was coming... These guys were not an army, or in other words, they were no longer an army.

They are Asgardians!

This group of born pirates, madmen who knew nothing but killing, wandered around the world after the disarmament of their motherland, making a living from the edge of the knife, and became famous for their ruthless hands and their refusal to survive.

Under the leadership of their original leader Warner, a group of lunatics landed in Avalon and became one of the cancers in the lower city.

"Yes, it's me."

Werner laughed: "The professor is right, none of you can leave here today."

Lorenzo was bewildered.

He had always known that these guys were crazy, but he didn't expect them to be so crazy. There are so many weapons hidden! This equipment is enough to attack Scotland Yard's headquarters! Where do they think Avalon is?

"Are you crazy!"

His face was twisted and his tone was almost deafening: "Scotland Yard will never make it easy for you!"

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter. We spent some money and the guards will pretend not to see it."

Werner stroked his epee, the guy he was eating:

"——Don't forget, Asgardians never leave their 'tableware'. Now it's time to start dinner. Do you Sicilian sissies have anything else to say?"

Lorenzo was extremely angry and laughed: "Do you think you can eat us with these seventy tin cans?"

"My good boys will tell you the result."

Warner smiled crazily, his eyes bloodshot. The war dog that resided on him had awakened, full of desire for corpses and blood, and raised the flaming sword high.

"Have a sweet dream!" Lorenzo looked livid and drew his sword. Behind him, the Sicilian thugs were ready to fight to the death.

But in the tense and tragic atmosphere, a hoarse and mocking voice sounded.

That's the professor standing in the center.

It was clear that he would be chopped into pieces by people on both sides in the next moment, but he had no fear, and there was a hint of ridicule in his voice:

"Everyone, if I were you, I wouldn't be so impatient. After all... the friends on the roof haven't spoken yet."

As soon as he said this, the whole place fell silent.

"roof?"

Warner and Lorenzo reflexively raised their heads and looked at the high walls on both sides. There, there was a scalp-numbing sound... It was the sound of bowstrings being tightened, so dense!

As a result, everyone's bodies became tense.

Even Werner, who was hiding under the tin can, was sluggish, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from the tip of his nose.

"Fuck!" he couldn't help but whisper.

They could almost imagine how the crossbow was being slowly opened on the roof.

While looking up, thin figures appeared from the roof one by one, with open crossbows aimed at the 'guests' at their feet.

There are a total of sixteen military crossbows, which are well maintained and exude the pungent smell of maintenance oil. Such a crossbow is so commanding at such a distance that it can penetrate even iron armor. Sixteen pictures, although few, are enough to turn all of them into hedgehogs!

"Oh, have you been discovered?"

On the roof, a stooped short figure hid his body behind a large shield, carefully revealed half of his face, opened his mouth to the professor, and smiled:

"Mr. Professor, I didn't expect you to have a dog nose."

"Rat can?"

Werner and Lorenz finally understood the identity of the visitor. They did not expect that this group of bastards who did dirty work for the nobles would also want to wade into this muddy water!

Appearing on the scene at this moment is the biggest smuggler in the entire Avalon, a lackey of the nobles, and the leader of the Rat Society - the Rat King: Sam Rowe.

"Despicable! Absolutely despicable!"

Lorenzo was so angry that he was shaking all over: "Sam Rowe, do you still know your shame?"

"Oh, young master, what are you talking about!"

The man named Sam Rowe seemed a little aggrieved. He waved his crossbow indignantly: "You are all heroes who dare to fight, but we, the Rat Club, live on the crumbs of big shots. Poor man!

When I face you face to face, it will definitely be a matter of life and death, okay? I had no choice but to run to a higher place. "

He paused, shook the gadget in his hand, and smiled happily: "As for this thing is only for self-defense, please don't care. Just pretend that I don't exist, everyone continues, everyone continues... "

In the alley, everyone was silent and already looking for a way out.

Professor Viper, Eagle of Palermo, Dwarf Dog, Rat King...

In such an awkward and strange atmosphere, the leaders of various forces in Xiacheng District gathered together for the first time in a long time.

The situation is tense.

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"Mr. Luo, there is one thing I want to remind you."

Facing the Mouse King's ridicule, the professor just shrugged: "Do you think we are really stupid enough to fight on the spot and let you reap the benefits?"

"Oh, how can you think of me like that? I'm a pacifist. I hate fighting and killing!"

The Rat King's eyes turned: "Aren't we all here for the same purpose? I have a suggestion. Why don't you listen to it?"

Lorenzo and Werner looked at each other and squeezed out a word from between their teeth.

"Speak!"

"You see, we all came here for that little oriental bastard, so there is a lot of room for negotiation. You want something from that kid, but we are different. Arthur's treasure is too ethereal. We just want something that can be seen and touched."

Lorenzo asked coldly, "What do you mean?"

"It's very simple. We want his life."

Rat King Lao Luo grinned, "The Rossi family lost an important heir in him. In order to get rid of him, they paid us a large price."

He paused and looked at the professor: "It's just that we have too many people, and the cake is not easy to divide... Why don't we get rid of the weakest one first, and then talk about the ownership of that little oriental bastard, how about it?"

The weakest here?

As soon as the voice fell, everyone's eyes fell on the professor in the middle of the alley.

Although they knew that this guy was trying to sow discord, several people's eyes couldn't help but warm up:

Indeed, the professor is usually elusive. Although he has no direct forces under his command, he holds a lot of daunting secrets.

If you want to completely solve this scourge, now is indeed the best opportunity...

Anyway, he is only one person, right? Why do you want to take the cake from them? Avalon is already too small, and it might be a good thing to get rid of a guy who is in the way?

Lorenzo swallowed his saliva, and Werner held the flame-shaped sword, his eyes eager to try.

"What's wrong? Everyone, suddenly look at me."

The professor sighed: "It seems that I am the weakest one?"

"Isn't it?"

Rat King Lao Luo smiled sinisterly and raised his hand. When that palm fell, sixteen crossbows would pierce this guy into a hedgehog!

"I think it's better for you to think about it carefully before taking action. How about - I'll perform a magic trick for everyone to enjoy?"

The professor laughed softly, raised his hands in his robe, and clapped gently. The crisp clapping sound echoed in the quiet alley.

As everyone looked at him in astonishment, the air behind him fluctuated.

A 'monster' suddenly appeared in the empty place!

-Yes, it's a monster!

A huge shadow suddenly appeared behind the thin professor.

Like the offspring of a giant, the hideous shadow was three meters tall! It was as if he could smash the rat king on the roof into a meat paste with just a stretch of his hand! If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, almost everyone would not believe that the thing was actually a person!

Yes, he was actually a human...

In the alley, the monster was wearing an exaggerated and funny donkey head mask and squatted behind the professor. He was holding a folded bone saw in his hand, like a butcher who had just got off work from the vegetable market.

But everyone present felt a deep fear.

The giant's upper body was naked, wearing only a dirty apron. The linen apron was covered with dried blood stains... layer after layer, the rotten yellow apron was almost dyed dark red!

On his arms, the knotted and bulging muscles beat with his heart, and the bulging blood vessels on the scarred skin could be vaguely seen!

In the silence, there was only the sound of everyone swallowing saliva. Someone opened his mouth, whispered the name, and screamed in fear:

"——Blood, Flesh and Blood Butcher!"

Undead, monster, butcher, son of evil spirits, horse-faced man, bloody night nightmare... Of course, the most famous nickname is the Flesh and Blood Butcher.

With an exaggerated and terrifying figure that was almost like a giant and an exaggerated record of victory that left no one alive and was not afraid of any enemy, this monster was like a nightmare and spread in the streets and alleys of London.

No one thought that the professor would hire this monster and hide him beside him...

Lorenzo took a few steps back without leaving a trace, his eyes were full of fear. He had heard from his father the terrible rumors about what would happen if this monster went on a killing spree.

Warner was much more straightforward and retreated quickly. All the heavily armored thugs raised their weapons and stood ready.

But compared with the terrifying rumors about the flesh butcher, seventy fully armed heavily armored soldiers...seemed a little bit underwhelming.

"Fuck."

This time it was the Rat King's turn to curse.

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Now, in full view of everyone, the violent monster emerged from stealth, but did not go on a killing spree. Instead, he raised his head and took a deep breath of the bloody air.

So, in the heartbeat like a drum, the skin of 'him' or 'it' turned red. A hideous smile cracked on the funny donkey head mask.

At his feet, countless insects suddenly emerged from the cracks in the blue bricks and fled madly in all directions, as if they had sensed the arrival of a terrifying monster and began their desperate escape.

In the silence, it remained silent, but just picked up the bone saw, stood up from the ground, and in an instant came to the front of the Rat King on the roof, staring intently at the hunchbacked man hiding behind the big shield.

The hollowed-out eyes on the mask were bloodshot. His eyes looked like he was looking down at livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

He was clearly a human, but he looked like a demon. He was a monster nurtured by the darkness and blood plasma beneath this city, a demon summoned by the ugliest side of this city.