The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The floating snow that fell on the hillside the night before was blown by the air current, Gabriel's bare feet stepped on the ground, blue blood vessels faintly penetrated the snow-white skin, and for a moment it seemed to be integrated with the snow mountain itself.

The archangel folded its wings completely, and walked towards the top of the snow-capped mountain silently.

With every step forward, Gabriel's heartbeat became weaker and weaker, and the whispers in the wind rushed towards him, but this did not stop his willingness to move forward.

The snow creaked under the archangel's feet, and the shallow footprints formed a series of paths leading to the top of the snow mountain. Soon, they were buried by the snow particles blown up by the wind.

[Synchronization degree of the wings of the holy spirit: 60%]

In the cold snow mountain, there was a voice calling Gabriel intermittently.

This is an empty and suffering pilgrimage. He folded his wings, so the warmth can no longer protect him;

【my child. ] said the voice.

[Have you seen the suffering and filth in the world, those people you can't save. 】

—I saw it.

At the next wind blow, Gabriel hung his noble head like a quivering swan.

【The world should be as pure as this snow mountain. 】

said the voice.

Gabriel pressed his thin lips tightly, and tasted the smell of blood in his mouth.Angel's blood is sweet, he tore at the wound, but couldn't feel any excess heat.

Something colder and higher-pitched wrapped Gabriel's body from his legs.

[Synchronization degree of the wings of the holy spirit: 67%]

He was now getting closer to the place that called him, and before Gabriel knew it, the numbness had frozen his blood along with the cold.

In this regard, Gabriel could not even raise the heart of resistance.

The archangel straightened her waist, which was slightly shrunk due to the cold, and hurried on the road as quickly as possible while regaining her soft steps.

Power flooded his body again, but his heartbeat was getting lower and lower, until everything felt like a gentle shudder.

In the end, when Gabriel's toes touched the snow on the top of the mountain for the first time, the golden light that had been lazily lying behind the flowing clouds in the world suddenly woke up.

It kissed his face delicately, illuminating every hazy shadow in his long hair.

The cold wind blows the corners of Gabriel's spotless robe, and the blood coagulates in his pale lips. The blue-purple eyes of the archangel are as bright and magnificent as jewels. In this land of ice and snow, they reveal a breathtaking cold.

Behind him, the huge wings covering the shoulder blades suddenly stretched in the air, tightly fitting together, each piece of feathers looked fluffy and holy, fluttering slightly with the ups and downs of his body.

[Come here, my child. 】

——that voice called him from the direction where the sun appeared.

Gabriel walked down the rock, and the soles of his feet touched the soft grass, which trembled and scrambled to take over his fragrant body.

Without hesitation and without squinting, the archangel stepped straight through the flowers and grasses, and knelt down on one knee in front of the source of the voice.

【Use destruction to save, use burning to bring new life. 】

--Yes.

Gabriel, bathed in endless light, whispered.

[Synchronization degree of the wings of the holy spirit: 89%]

The young man lowered his head and closed his eyes, and half-kneeled in the snow-covered world of ice and snow, with nothing else in front of him.

On the top of this mountain, everything is cold, silent, and lifeless, but he is more silent than the wind and snow, coupled with the beauty of his facial features, it is difficult to distinguish between male and female, like a monster made out of snow.

[Synchronization degree of the wings of the holy spirit: 90%]

After a long silence, Gabriel opened his eyes.

The softness and freshness common to Sisley's shells has completely disappeared from his eyes.

Human emotions were like the morning mist, unable to penetrate his heart, which was covered with thick ice.

The golden light flickered on his hanging fingertips, forming a thin parchment.

The air twisted several times around the small rolled-up parchment, and Gabriel ignored the force on the parchment and placed it back on his chest instead.

[Anything more filthy than a snow mountain can be erased by the oracle. 】

When the archangel spread its wings without hesitation and was about to fly, suddenly there was an unusually conspicuous black in the snow.

Abaddon stood opposite him, panting softly, tearing a piece of cloth at his elbow, looking embarrassed and fierce.There was also a blood stain on the corner of the Lord of Hell's mouth, and Gabriel could smell the deepest and most evil smell on it.

And Abaddon was still smiling provocatively, two terrifying eyes locked on Gabriel's face, patrolling coldly like a snake.

"Come on." Gabriel, who was in a daze, heard the evil creature on the opposite side hiss, "Want to fight me?"

Archangel: *nerves snapped*

The war over there is about to break out, blood, white dove feathers, cat claws and black crow feathers fly together, here Mephisto and Ken happily follow the route to catch the map, Gotham Red Rose and New York Killer scored twice, friendly cooperation middle.

"Are you setting the anchor point of the hotel or am I?"

- I will.

"Will you pick Sisley later or should I pick it up?"

- I will take it.

Mephisto was quite satisfied with the answer.

She glanced at the vibrating light screen, just in time to see the prompt that the virtual energy bar was dropping sharply. She lamented that Sisley is so difficult to raise. I don’t know which one is doing things again. The guard with the gun survived for three seconds longer, and after confirming that he had seen his true face, he snatched and snatched the guard with a ribbon, and slapped the thick and thick guard back into the wall.

Sisley is also an old financial master.

On the one hand, he is not willing to give up. Since the last time he discovered the passive skill of his mask in the warehouse, this time, he has been using various corners to wait and see. Looking back - something went wrong.

After all, it may be that these people haven't seen enough horror movies, so don't look for them if you don't know the sound behind them or feel it.

Among the screams of Mephisto's ribbon flying away, there is still a considerable part that sounds like screams of pure fright.

Mephisto: "..."

Ken: "……………"

It was pretty miserable to think about it, so Mephisto and Ken looked at each other and tacitly decided not to think about it.

Since the last time a team of puppets came to Gotham to stir up trouble and tried to bring Sisley back to the other world, but they were severely injured on the spot and even got several handfuls of wool, those prying eyes have been restrained for a while.

It seemed like a grievance emoticon, and it seemed to be accumulating the next wave of offensives. Anyway, Sisleys were never limited to guessing them with the most vicious thoughts.

As long as there are evils in the world, these evils will gather into solar panels that power the puppets and the eyes, so Sisleys are actually wearing the skin of the wicked every day to punish the evil and promote the good-although they are considered to be evil Presumably because of their looks and means.

This time, Mephisto searched for a faint smell in New York, and found the mutant trafficking group below the auction house.

She didn't have much information at hand, and she was going to go all the way to open Wushuang Mang like this, but Ken stopped her and opened a new door for Mephisto: Wu Yihuo Wushuang sneaked into the series.

As long as I clean up the people around me and no enemy notices, I win.jpg

The entire auction house is decorated in a low-key and gorgeous way. Various light sources are hidden under the red-gold set and seats. The boxes are located high on the top floor, and there are brass telescopes on the table mats.

The lights on the stage were on, dimly, and the velvet curtains were drawn tightly, as if it was still an auction in the traditional sense.

The only difference is that the auction will auction jewelry, authentic works of novels, and auction dead objects.

And in such an underground auction, people auction off human beings, novelties, the weak and innocent lives.

Thinking of this, the two skinned Sisleys were furious!

Both of them now have proper masks and costumes.

Half a piece of cloisonné enamel embellished with gold, silver and precious stones, and a pure black dress, all those who want to participate in tonight's auction are wearing the same clothes as them, so that even if someone really discovers their infiltration, Ken and May Pfister at least has planA and planB that can be explained, and there is no need to open Wushuang directly.

Of course, believe it or not, it's about the security. If you haven't worked hard, Sisleys can confidently say that they really tried to sneak in.

At this very moment, in the dark, heavily-carpeted hallway, Ken was dragging an unconscious man by the hand, and Mephisto's red ribbon was pulling one too.

Both of them were disheveled and out of shape - but the Sisleys didn't wake them up for the vogue cover in the first place.It's because, if you want to open the room leading to the underground preparation room, you must have two or more high-level identities in order to pass fingerprints and iris scans.

When these two people were used up, Mephisto opened a private room and lifted the two people upside down, shaking out countless positioning, satellite phones, monitors and nano-bombs.

She stomped, stomped, twisted, and twisted these things. After scrapping everything, she stuffed them into the nearby viewing flower pots.

"gross."

Mephisto dragged the man in disgust, opened an empty box, tied his limbs to death with towels, then Ken dragged in the other man whose eye was bruised by him, and used a more difficult way to break free A big circle was tied up for the man.

The two Sisleys looked at each other in blank dismay, and patted these two hapless bastards twice to ensure that they slept soundly.

"What should we do next?" Mephisto asked calmly.Red ribbons gushed wildly from her body, dangling, waiting for a real hunt.

—Get the kids out of it.

Ken was much calmer than her. He pressed Mephisto's ready-to-move paw, and blew her forehead with the night wind to calm her down.

They haven't encountered a battle that can be called a frontal firepower, because they have the ability to avoid monitoring at the bug level, and Mephisto cooperates with him to solve people very quickly. Screw a pair.

And when they really fight with this human trafficking group, the two Sisleys can't guarantee that they won't hurt the child, and they can't guarantee that another group of people will take advantage of their inattention and simply take advantage of this group. The mutants are shipped first.

After all, this kind of thing is not uncommon, light is limited, but darkness and desire are infinite.

Mephisto was still standing in the middle of the box, frowning, with a troubled look on his face, when Ken suddenly had a flash of inspiration and pulled something out of his mind.

—Do you remember that little boy?

"Which one?" Mephisto returned to his senses, shaking his head in confusion.

—The one who asked if you were a mutant.

"Ah, indeed..."

The woman stared blankly under the light, like a bitter dog or cat, until Ken patted the back of his hand again, thinking the same.

It was also the first time Mephisto had come face-to-face with her father when she first arrived in Gotham a few months ago.

The little boy in the cage was the node that first reminded Sisley that "there are mutants in this world".

Two Sisleys handle things together much faster than one Sisley!Mephisto immediately became happy after being taken by Ken.

Ken was quite right.

There is a place that can accept these mutants, no matter how many there are, it should be, probably, all can be accepted.

"...Xavier Academy for Gifted Youth."

— Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters.Sure said.

Professor X:?

Professor X: *Ah Choo*

Gabriel wanted to slap Abaddon with his wings, but the lord of hell grabbed the tip of his wings and pulled them out.

Just now it was quiet and cold like a mountain on the top of the world, but now it has become a super melee spot where cats and cats fight. The uneven gray-brown rocks underneath are exposed.

It's very... lost a certain sense of aura.

Gabriel: Furious!

When did the Archangel suffer this kind of grievance, let alone the Archangel with a synchronization rate of 90%, began to forcibly fight with Abaddon, and then his wings were pulled, his clothes were pulled, and his back was cut and thrown in various ways. Jiang Zhi was also thrown into a ignorant little fool.

However, Abaddon can't fight hand-to-hand. The fighting power of two people is equivalent to fighting with cats and cats.

The black crow also had several precious hairs pulled out, and three bloodstains appeared on his face. Gabriel stretched out his arm and grabbed his chin, making him look even more evil and strange. He perfectly hit the archangel's lightning point .

No sooner had he pinned the thumping Gabriel to the rock than he got an even more violent thump.

Gabriel was about to faint from anger, and the Archangel looked cold. Taking advantage of Abaddon's temporary exhaustion, he overturned Abaddon severely, and strangled Abaddon's arm at lightning speed.

The fight between the two cats seems to be coming to an end, with Abaddon losing.He lay back awkwardly, waiting for Gabriel's hand to snap his wrist.

However, the strength of the archangel's grip on this wrist gradually loosened, and his eyes were dazed only when there was more Sisley in his eyes.

[Synchronization degree of the wings of the holy spirit: 70%]

"Why..." he asked in a low voice.

Abaddon: ?

Abaddon changed to a more comfortable way, and lay down on the strong and soft thigh of the archangel who was kneeling on the ground.

After waiting for a while, he heard the archangel muttering to himself, as if he was asking him, or asking the archangel himself.

"...why... can't you feel it together?"

What, it turned out that the synchronization rate of the whole person suddenly dropped by 20.00% because of the lack of common sense.

Abaddon: ...

Abaddon: After fighting for a long time trying to break the friendship, can the meow boxing be resolved only by touching hands?.jpg

Abaddon: I'm tearing apart.

For six-star props, it seems that 90.00% is the watershed of sanity, and further up, it is the props themselves that control the virtual human body, not Sisley herself.

Right now, Gabriel himself suddenly dropped to 70.00%, and after he regained his sanity, this value dropped even faster.

Of the two Sisleys, one was lying lazily, the other was kneeling in a daze, without turning their minds, they pinched the arm of the Lord of Hell without giving up.

"Why no empathy?"

There was a sudden light on Gabriel's thigh, and Abaddon walked out from behind the rock intact, the wounds on his face and the bruises on his hands completely disappeared.

He walked to the middle of the battlefield just now, picked up another feather that he had ripped off, and brushed those feathers on Gabriel's disfigured face.

The golden light flashed, and the handsome and beautiful face of the archangel returned to its original state.

After cleaning up, Abaddon lowered his head and touched the tip of Gabriel's nose, which was cold from the leeward wind, feeling distressed and funny to his other self.

"It's an avatar skill."

Gabriel was still in a daze, pulled up from the ground by him, and flapped his wings feebly twice.

[Synchronization degree of the wings of the holy spirit: 10%]

"What's the matter?" Abaddon tugged him twice, but didn't move, and looked back at him again.

"I—" Gabriel seemed to be struggling to form words.

Ken didn’t speak, Mephisto didn’t have a chance to speak, Abaddon talked too much, Sisley was forced to silence now, only Gabriel, who had normal lips and teeth, didn’t have a problem anywhere, just very I don't like to talk.

"...?" Abaddon looked at him encouragingly, and waited patiently because he couldn't empathize with his skin.

"I want to level this mountain."

Gabriel said finally.

"..." This answer was beyond Abaddon's imagination.

He looked at Gabriel silently, and then saw the glowing parchment—an oracle—from the latter's chest.

"What's written on it?"

He pointed to Gabriel and asked in passing.

Gabriel was about to pass the oracle directly to him. Abaddon carefully observed it, and just about to stick his fingertips into the twisted air, he suddenly realized that he might be burned.

This is more of a keen hunch, after all, angels and demons have been incompatible since ancient times.

"See for yourself," he said with a final sigh.

Gabriel held Abaddon's wrist with one hand, unfolded the oracle with the other hand, and read it intently along the paper. The Lord of Hell also glanced at it, and found that he couldn't understand anything except feeling dizzy. , can't even remember the shapes of those characters, as if the system has deliberately changed the settings in this regard.

"what."

Abaddon heard a soft sigh from his other self.

"What's the matter?" He looked at Gabriel's expression and thought that there should be no bad news, so he couldn't help asking.

"I have to level this mountain."

With a flat tone, Gabriel filled in two words and repeated what he had just said.

The six-star item, the Wings of the Holy Spirit, brought an additional item called an oracle.

The oracle itself will give Gabriel the ability to do what he says, but at the same time, it is more similar to an item-type skill, which means that every time it is activated, Gabriel must complete the task specified above.

For example, this time, Gabriel had to destroy the mountain—even if he realized the skill of the oracle on this mountain.

It's as funny as when studying the super proposition of whether the chicken lays the egg or the egg lays the chicken. The chicken turned around and swallowed the egg, the egg white, the shell and the yolk into its stomach.

"Then you are free to play? I will go first."

Abaddon gradually understood all this in Gabriel's narration, and broke out into a frenzied laugh. While feeling sorry for his other self, he laughed very happily.

After all, Gabriel really looked confused and reluctant, Sisley in goat skin thought about it, and comforted her.

"I'll make you waffles when we get back to the hotel."

"Really?" Gabriel was obviously very coaxable. Although he was laughed twice, he still focused on the point and took the opportunity to raise conditions.

"It should be charred and crispy on the sides, and soft and milky on the inside."

Of course Abaddon agreed.

"Bake it for you."

Gabriel: *head blows with joy*

The lord of hell disappeared into thin air from head to toe, leaving Gabriel alone on a snowy mountain.He restrained the flowers on the top of his head, stared gloomily at the snow-capped mountains under his feet, and exhaled coldly.

The wings of the holy spirit took him to the sky, until the highest point of the mountain could be overlooked by Gabriel.His eyes were half closed, the eyelids drooped slightly, and he pointed at the location of the entire snow mountain with his hand.

In an instant, the entire mountain collapsed into rolling gravel, snow and streams trickled down, but all the matter seemed to be fixed in a special cube, and with Gabriel's touch, the entire mountain They were all cleared into a jagged flat land.

Huge roars and explosions came later, the air waves were all imprisoned in the energy shield, not a single bit of it penetrated outside.

The archangel manipulated the energy in the body, feeling how to mobilize which part of the body to do what and to what extent, using the gravel on the mountain to experiment repeatedly.After a while, Gabriel felt that he could control his power initially, and then he prepared to leave.

A figure galloped towards him at the speed of light.

Gabriel: ...?

And that figure stopped not far from the archangel.

Clark was wearing a Superman uniform, and the cloak was blown up and down in the cold wind. He silently looked at Gabriel with a complex look of "what are you doing?", as if waiting for an explanation.

No one would have guessed that the first day the Archangel was discovered by the rest of Chaoying, he blew up a mountain in no man's land.

Gabriel: "...uh..."

Gabriel: "..."

What can he do, he is also quite desperate.

Ken was making his way down the dark corridor, in the direction of the new shipment.

His eyes see in the dark, his steps leave no sound on the loudest creaking floorboards; Ken is the best hunter, a ghost waiting to kill.

As he moved forward to feel the terrain, he slowly recounted everything that happened just now in his mind.

When he saw the underground depression several meters high, Ken stopped his progress and peeked over there from the corner.

The entire sunken hall was filled with cages, some of which were tightly covered with cloth, and some of which seemed to be completely unafraid of the creatures inside peeping or escaping, carelessly crooked.

Indistinctly, Ken could see some thin human figures in the large loose cages, some crowded together, and some alone, lying face down on the floor of the cage. .

They seemed to be alive, but it was not despair that lingered around these cages, but a silent death.

There was a team of well-armed people patrolling every now and then, and under the circular design of the sunken hall, nothing unusual could escape their eyes.

After writing down all this, Ken silently and quickly returned the same way.

He walked down the empty corridor, walked to a box door that was ajar, and pushed it open.

The woman with light purple hair was fiddling with the earrings boredly, her eyes were out of focus, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

If placed in other places, she would look like a glamorous lover waiting for her date tonight, but when she turned her head to look at Ken, she instantly turned into a hunter with pitch-black eyes and scarlet pupils the size of pinpoints. monster.

Mephisto: *eyes questioning*

Ken walked up to her and put a straight hand on Mephisto's arm.

The two Sisleys shared the same feeling and memory in an instant. Ken was equivalent to drawing a map for Mephisto in his mind, telling her where to avoid, where the people were, and what the specific situation was.

But Mephisto discovered a blind spot in Ken's memory.

"What's that?" She gestured to the things that Ken remembered, the little figures in the cage were wearing around their necks.

--what?

After she said this, Ken noticed that those figures would more or less wear a metal ring on their limbs.

—Is it shackles?He makes guesses.

"I don't think so." Mephisto said meaningfully.

She reached out her hand to touch the void, and slowly pulled out something out of thin air.The silver collar—the neck ring, lay quietly in the palm of her hand, and the fluorescent green LED lights still glowed peacefully.

It was the nanobomb collar she had worn from her first day in Arkham until the end when she slipped away and was never threatened by it.

This is one of Mephisto's souvenirs from Arkham.

"I suspect those kids had these nanobomb collars on them too, or something that inhibited their abilities."

Mephistopheles whispered, showing Ken the collar, before taking it back.

As a result, the murderer pinched his wrist.

—Can you still wear this now?Ken asked.

"You mean..."

The two Sisleys felt synchronously and thought of the same thing at this moment.

Mutants don't hate humans, but mutants who are captured here are sure to be terrified and terrified of humans.If Mephisto or Kenmao rushed in, it would probably cause unnecessary commotion.

Unless she plays like an accidental escape victim between them.

Ken took a closer look, and found that the entire hall was filled with cages piled up high, and there were hundreds of them locked inside.

He was sure that the little mutants who were locked up had no chance to see their companions, because the black cloth fell on the cage and it was already covered with a layer of dust.

— put it on.

Thinking of this, Ken took the nanobomb collar from Mephisto and shook it at her.Mephisto gave him a helpless look, lowered her head slightly, and asked Ken to put it on for her.

Ken pushed back her long hair, gazed at her white, drooping neck, and sewed the collar on tightly.

With a click, the lock was barely tight, and it was fastened again.

For Mephisto, it is not difficult to escape from this collar again. She only needs to take back her virtual body and return to Sisley's thinking space. superior.

—Do you have the key?

Ken asked.

After a pause, Mephisto reached out to the void, and slowly took out a controller.

Ken didn't know what to say about her, so he couldn't help but smiled behind the mask.

- let's go.

He said, brushing Mephisto's hair and watching her silently open the box door.The red ribbon swayed outside her body, causing Mephisto to break free from gravity and run wildly along the ceiling, like a banshee chasing her soul from thousands of miles away.

This scene can be said to be the pinnacle of ghostly and funny.

Mephisto himself was unaware of this.

She ran along the ceiling towards the hall according to the sentry post and surveillance camera that Ken had drawn for her.In the darkness, she jumped over the patrolling group of armed personnel, deftly and silently, and landed in front of the middlemost cage.

She bent down and touched the door of the cage, waiting for a possible response.

After a few seconds, maybe tens of seconds, an eye was suddenly blocked in the gap at the door of the cage.

It was a timid eye peering out.

Mephisto bent down and stopped in front of that eye.The owner of the eye seemed to have been greatly frightened, and the eye was withdrawn from the gap in an instant, and there was the sound of a child trembling in the cage.

In the dim light, Mephisto's red ribbon and eyes are indeed No.1 in scaring children.

The little boy before was so frightened and fainted by her, and he didn't know what happened to him.

She thought regretfully in her heart, and continued to stand in front of the cage and wait.

Another ten seconds passed, and the resident of the cage stopped trembling, and bravely leaned over again, and met Mephisto's eyes again.

Mephisto could hear her, the little girl, trembling again.But the eye that seemed to be glowing in the dark was examining carefully, and Mephisto had the same characteristics as them.

And Mephisto's red ribbon hangs high, the shark's teeth are sharp, and he looks more mutant than mutant. From the perspective of a little girl, Mephisto's collar can just be seen.

This made the little girl suddenly give her all the trust.

In the gap of the cage, she stretched out a small hand with great difficulty, and opened it silently in the direction of Mephisto.

Mephisto shared her thoughts for a split second.

She walked over and wrote on that small, hot palm.

[Don't make a sound for a while. 】

[Come with me. 】

The girl's palm trembled under her fingertips.

She gave Mephistopheles a firm grip, agreeing with her statement.