books44 Chapter 121 Sexy Boss Online Chat
Chapter 121 Sexy Boss Online Chat
He covered half his face with a folding fan, his four-dimensional pupils dilated, his gaze instantly turning cold as he issued a command:
"Skewer her like a meat skewer and bring her to me!"
Her orders were obeyed without question. The servants she had assigned to guard the front raised their rapiers, their movements perfectly synchronized, like phantoms reflected in layers of mirrors, their swords pointing at Wu Shijing.
One after another, they launched themselves forward with the speed of arrows released from a bow, each attacker maintaining a precise one-meter distance in front and behind, forming a spiral-shaped encirclement!
The sharp edge was already close to his eyelashes, and Isoji's pupils contracted sharply as he focused.
Suddenly, she turned her body 34 degrees to the right, weaving through the first wave of attacks face to face, and stabbed the maid at the back of the group in the chest!
The prey in his palm was twisted and absorbed. Isoui, with unsteady steps, raised his head and stared intently at Yotsuba.
"Attack! You bunch of useless trash, attack now!"
Feeling chilled by the intense gaze, Siling mustered her strength, using the Wuwan Formation as a shield in front of her, and moved towards other areas of the basement:
"The rest of you provide cover fire, unleash full firepower, and take her out in one go!"
The bodyguards raised their guns, looking at the intricate web of attacks by the servants, and exchanged bewildered glances.
"Lord Yoshitsubo, this might cause accidental injury..."
"Fire at all costs!"
A sharp sound echoed in the basement. Seconds later, bullets rained down on the direction of the brawl, indiscriminately targeting friend and foe.
Amidst the smoke and fire of battle, Fifty Wells moved with the speed of a drop of water through a crack, maneuvering and weaving among the swords of encirclement, each step anticipating the attack that would come moments in advance!
'There is a distinction between master and servant. The mansion cannot teach servants combat techniques that are not in line with their status. As long as they understand their rigid and uniform combat rules, escaping from the mansion's siege is a piece of cake.'
I'll now share the techniques with you to buy time for our win-win situation...
With the help of the enemy's incompetent teammates, Iso-i's servants, who had been caught off guard and thrown into disarray, let out a sigh of relief as they went blank and pondered.
"Something's not right. How could she have broken through? Iso-i doesn't have that kind of skill."
Karasuma Jin turned around and saw that Yoshikage was not in a good state, clearly in a state of confusion. Her nails dug into her palms, completely ignoring the bleeding wounds, and she muttered to herself, "Is this also your backup plan? What? Impossible, what good will it do me? I'm the one supporting it!"
'Of course, it's to add drama; a one-sided situation is too boring.' A long-lost phantom appeared beside the portrait at the end of the line of sight.
Siling stepped forward and questioned, "For fun? Don't be ridiculous..."
This woman's will is too weak; she can't even resist the erosion of her mind.
Karasuma Jin looked at the collapsing battle line ahead, clicked his tongue, and reminded her, "Calm down, something's not right on her end!"
!
Her breath caught in her throat, and Siling looked up from her reverie. Her servants had been wiped out without her even noticing. On the other hand, Wujing stood there, exhausted and disheveled, but because of the fighting prowess she had just displayed, no one in the bodyguard group dared to approach her.
Taking advantage of the lull, Fifty Well refreshed the map on the spot and then fled towards the center of the basement without looking back.
"Tsk!"
Siling looked around in displeasure, gripped his rifle tightly, and shouted, "What are you standing there for? Are you afraid of dying but can't you suppress the enemy with fire? Don't let her out of sight, follow me and charge!"
Turning back from their lingering fear, the bodyguards were finally jolted awake and quickly followed Siling in pursuit.
From the outside, the Twilight Villa presents a "回" (hui) shaped architectural layout. When gathering intelligence, Mitsubishi had wondered "why the Twilight Villa had such a large central area designated as a garden?" Now, walking through this magnificent treasure trove, the answer is clear—
This vast underground space likely occupies the entire center of the annex. Adding buildings on top of it would be an enormous undertaking, given the architectural standards of Japan a century ago, and would attract the attention of all the wealthy and powerful.
She ran with all her might, while a group of bodyguards stood guard around her, keeping Wu Shijing's figure firmly in sight.
We absolutely cannot let her escape! Now that Ishii has found the basement, there's no guarantee she won't find other structures and mechanisms within the mansion that she can use. Our forces are already quite depleted; if we give her an opportunity to pick them off one by one, the consequences will be unimaginable!
Bang, bang, bang bang!
After sprinting forward for a distance, Siling glided to a stop, raised his rifle and fired four shots in quick succession!
First, use the first two bullets to disrupt Isoui's movement trajectory, then follow up with two more bullets to anticipate his evasive maneuvers.
"Ugh!" One of the bullets pierced through his calf, and Isoui instantly lost his balance and collapsed to the ground.
She gritted her teeth and struggled to keep going, despite the pain.
'Damn it, only a few meters left. If only... if I could get there...!'
Bang, bang!
After firing two more shots into the almost healed joint, Si Ling, panting, approached and said, "The rest of you, surround her from the front and trap her."
Pulling the pin, Isoui raised his trembling hand and tried to throw a grenade at the guards in front of him.
Bang!
Mitsubishi fired a shot, and the grenade hit the ground with a thud. Iso-i tried to avoid the blast radius, but was still blasted and rolled several meters away.
"This sacred ceremony can finally come to an end. Having absorbed the other six, I am the final victor and will be the eternal king of Japan in the future!"
With cold, icy steps, Siling, surrounded by his men, fired shot after shot, slowly approaching the last competitor.
'It's now! ’
With his fingers gripping the dagger tightly, Isoji used his last bit of strength to flick his wrist.
Before his wrist was struck, a flash of silver light streaked across the air and pierced Siling's shoulder.
crackle.
A few drops of blood slid down. Due to insufficient force, the dagger pierced the floor without causing any pain or discomfort. It fell to the floor without being pulled out, making a crisp clinking sound.
After firing a few more shots, Si Ling's face fell, and he spat at her.
"Struggling is useless; losers should accept their fate."
The body on the ground remained unresponsive, no longer twitching or struggling, indistinguishable from a corpse, giving one a sudden sense of foreboding.
"O Lord of Universal Knowledge, you are the door, you are the key, you are the gatekeeper."
After the environment quieted down, a faint sound, like the buzzing of insects, reached my ears.
Through the gaps in her loose, long hair, Si Ling could vaguely see her lips moving as if she were saying something.
Si Ling frowned, and under the restraint of the bodyguards, he approached her and leaned close to listen:
"Hear my prayer, now is the time to open your doors..."
She's reciting... a prayer?! A prayer for a summoning ritual!
At that moment, everyone present could feel an invisible aura of authority pressing down from above.
"Shut up!"
Siling roared ferociously, stretched out its right hand, and lunged at Wushijing.
But there was a figure who was faster than her.
"Waruma Jin" opened his large hand and grabbed Iso-i's face, muttering unpleasantly in his throat, and simply used all his strength to lift her up.
"I almost let my guard down. I didn't expect you to have such a dangerous thing in your possession; it really gave me a fright!"
"Goo."
The skull creaked from being crushed, and blood seeped from between Ishii's teeth, but she still stared intently at the Karabusa formation with a venomous hatred in her exposed eye.
...behind?
A sharp, pure silver dagger pierced the back of the "Wuhuan Formation," and blood gushed onto the floor, heavy and viscous.
It heard a neutral chanting voice coming from behind it:
“Nem'ieh Izreed Iai Uz Nemo W'ihz, the past is you, the present is you, and the future is you.”
"Siling" gripped his folding fan tightly, plunged it into the artery in his thigh to accelerate blood flow, and shouted loudly:
"Show yourself, and return this holy blood to the Holy Grail!"
Their endless blood pooled on the golden floor, extending along the lines carved by the floor craftsman, outlining a scarlet magic circle.
Guided by an unseen force, the blood, like a swarm of snakes, purposefully parted the gold and silver treasures piled beneath the portrait, carrying out the Holy Grail hidden within.
—This is the very golden cup originally used to hold the elixir of immortality at the conference!
As Karasuma's blood drained from his body, a foul-smelling black liquid continued to seep out, mingling with the crimson blood of Isoi and Yotsuba, congealing into a mercury-like fluid.
The young man's body quickly disintegrated, the demon crushed and absorbed Fifty Well's head, and then raised his hand to swing it backward.
Boom!
A massive, irresistible shockwave emanated from it, slamming the quadrilateral against the pillar.
"Give up any hope. The ceremony is too rudimentary; it won't work unless you're blood relatives."
The demon raised his foot and stomped on Siling's chest, disgustedly flinging away the mercury in his hand, his furious black flames tearing through his skin:
"The ritual to summon such beings shouldn't exist in this era. What exactly are you?"
"Of course, cough cough cough..."
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and despite coughing incessantly, Si Ling maintained that infuriatingly flippant air:
"According to etiquette, shouldn't you state your own name before asking someone else's name?"
“My name is Nigredo, the devil who abandoned the son of God.”
"Looks like I lost this game, but you don't seem to have won either." Siling chuckled as it looked at its ruffled feathers.
As the blood drains away and the body dies, the effects of the Elixir of Immortality are fully activated.
In the fading silvery light, Akiko Iwasaki's thin, frail figure transformed according to her soul. Her long, black hair grew short and faded to brownish-gray, just as it had been in the snow, her expression serene and peaceful.
"I am Kuromon, but since my past life is over, I might as well follow local customs and take a Japanese name..."
You may call me Kuromon Renya.
“Renya…”
Chewing on the name, the bird-headed demon bent down toward the Black Gate, its enormous beak splitting into several pieces, and swallowed his head whole.
"It's terrible as a pastime, but it tastes pretty good."
"belch"
It let out a burp, and its shape changed, transforming into a round, black chicken.
"I'm so tired—I feel like I've used up all the exercise I've done in three hundred years. I'm going to sleep for a hundred years!"
Nigredo licked his beak with relish, then hopped and skipped away, turning to leave.
Then it saw a black door standing in front of it, slightly ajar, from which billions of rays of light seeped out.
Oh no, that's it.
The door opened and closed, and it swallowed the black chicken whole, letting out a satisfied burp.
Then the place was completely empty.
...
When the black door opened its eyes again, the cold, solid touch behind it was clearly not snow; what came into view was an unfamiliar golden ceiling.
He blinked, pondered for a moment, and then chose to close his eyes again.
After silently counting to one hundred in his mind, he opened his eyes again, and there was still this yellowish ceiling.
With a helpless raised eyebrow, Kuromon sighed in resignation, and shakily rose from the cold floor. His first words were:
"Where have you been this time? Is this still Earth...?"
The second sentence is:
"Holy crap, where are my clothes?!"