Do not confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 827: Lanci and Toliado's Enthusiastic Crowd
In the winter in the port area of ​​​​Brielda, the biting cold wind is mixed with misty snow.

Snow covered the scattered containers, and heavy clouds cast a shadow on this gray area hidden in the corner of the city.

"Oh shit!!"

In this steel maze of containers and narrow alleys, a tall figure is fleeing.

At this moment, Maguire is trying his best to avoid the Imperial Special Operations Agency agents who are chasing him relentlessly.

Maguire has a slender figure and moves as agile as a leopard. He is wearing a light gray winter coat that he stole after escaping from prison last night. This outfit makes him blend in with the environment and is difficult to be discovered on this cold winter day.

He moved between containers, sometimes climbing to high places, sometimes sneaking into the shadows.

Maguire still doesn't know why there were rubbings of Professor Landry's research results in his home. He was caught off guard by Red Falcon Nikolai and the elite members of the Countermeasures Department.

Now he is increasingly suspicious that it was Dex who framed him!
As for the lackey Nicholas the Red Falcon, no matter how he was explained, he wouldn't listen. He didn't believe that Dykes was the traitor at all and only wanted to arrest Maguire.

Maguire cursed in his heart.

He turned the corner of the alley and caught a glimpse of several dark figures approaching him rapidly. Their heavy breathing and the crunching sound of their boots on the snow could be heard in the cold wind.

The ones chasing him are the elite Countermeasures Division of the Imperial Special Operations Department.

Maguire knew how difficult it was to deal with this group of well-trained elite Imperial Special Operations Forces.

They were dressed in dark blue special combat uniforms and equipped with the most advanced magical equipment of the Imperial Weapons Department.

Leading the team was a tall squad leader with tight short hair.

"Search carefully! Director Dax has given the order. Maguire must be arrested today. We cannot let him affect the Moon Goddess Festival."

The squad leader gave orders using the communication magic card while chasing.

His voice was hoarse but majestic, echoing in this desolate harbor.

Following the squad leader's orders, the agents began to search the factory area in an orderly manner.

They are familiar with Maguire's characteristics, and Commander Nicola the Red Falcon has long been aware of Maguire's hiding route. As long as Maguire dares to take action, they will surround and kill Maguire in the first place.

Although Maguire can always slip through their fingers with his superb anti-reconnaissance ability and clever use of the environment whenever this cunning fox is forced into a desperate situation, Maguire's path is getting narrower and narrower and is heading towards a dead end.

"..."

Maguire's figure pressed against the crumbling steel frame, and then disappeared into the narrow gap between the containers.

His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, looking for any useful cover and breakthrough.

The loose snow splashed under his feet, but he always kept his balance and moved like the wind in this dangerous steel jungle.

The wind was howling throughout the entire dock, the rust-colored containers looked even more eerie in the gloomy sky, and crows made mournful cries from time to time.

A few minutes later.

Maguire finally managed to temporarily shake off the pursuing special agent team and hid in a narrow and dark corner of the alley.

He leaned against the mottled brick wall, his strong body like a wolf hiding from hunters.

"Where are the reinforcements... Why haven't they arrived yet..."

Maguire gritted his teeth and suppressed his anxiety.

It is not surprising that the vampires cannot support him during the day, but when he gets the news, there will be vampire partners to pick him up.

He quickly glanced around, looking for the next escape route.

With the help of the weak morning light, he analyzed his surroundings.

The towering abandoned buildings are like silent giants, and the intricate pipes are connected into a spider web that stretches between the buildings.

Maguire's gaze finally fell on a path leading to a distant harbor. The path was lined with dilapidated and rusty containers on both sides and entangled with dead vines. It was almost one of the last paths where hope could be seen.

However, his intuition told him that it was also dangerous to move forward in that direction.

It is possible that there is already a siege set up by Imperial agents.

But if we don't leave now, we will be surrounded here soon.

Over time, the encirclement will only get tighter.

Judging from the scale of the manhunt and the agents' momentum, they are determined to capture me today, no matter the cost.

Maguire forced himself to calm down.

As the captain of the action team, in times of crisis, rational thinking is often more important than blind action.

As long as he escapes and goes to Blood Moon City, he will sooner or later have the opportunity to overthrow Duke Dax and Nicholas the Red Falcon and make a comeback!
After making up his mind, Maguire quietly stood up, turned into light gray lightning, and quickly disappeared into the unknown path.

As soon as he moved, he could hear the footsteps of the agents approaching from a distance behind him.

Just as Maguire was planning a new escape route in his mind, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

A new type of military standard ammunition made of magic-forbidden steel flew past his ear and shot into the container behind him, splashing rust and echoing with an explosion.

"Damn it, Nikolai, bringing out all this new equipment."

Maguire cursed under his breath and instinctively dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the second shot.

It seems that the agents have discovered his whereabouts and are lying in ambush on top of the container.

With his amazing reaction speed and agility, Maguire dodged left and right during the sniper attack.

Maguire knew that he had to hide in the blind spot of the sniper's field of vision and find cover.

He pounced on a group of dilapidated containers, smashed open the heavy doors, and moved around in them.

With a sharp sound of metal friction, Maguire crawled into the container and barely avoided another round of sniper support from the Imperial agents.

Maguire let out a long breath, leaned his back against the cold wall of the box, and felt his heart beating violently in his chest.

Deep in the dark alley, several figures wearing the combat uniforms of the Imperial Special Operations Department quickly caught up.

The short-haired team leader glanced around coldly and gave orders into the communicator.

"Section Chief Nikolai, requesting backup. All members of the Second Division, please pay attention. The target has been moved to the fourth area. I repeat, the target has been moved to the fourth area. The sniper team will be in position immediately. We must capture him at all costs."

The sound of machinery and footsteps intertwined together, sounding particularly harsh on this quiet winter holiday morning.

None of the citizens of Brillda knew about the fierce battle going on in the gray area of ​​the port area.

Maguire's superhuman physical abilities made him so fast that it was difficult to catch with the eyes, and his escape was unexpected.

He did not continue to break out to the outskirts of the port area, but instead ran towards the bustling center of the city without hesitation.

"Is he crazy? That guy actually ran towards the downtown area!"

When the leading team leader saw Maguire's route of action, he was stunned at first, then he realized his intention.

If they caused a riot in the downtown area, not only would the mission be considered a failure, but they themselves would probably be severely punished.

"We must stop him before he enters the downtown area!"

The agents urgently sped up accordingly.

Maguire knew the area very well. He deftly moved between the intricate alleys and high-rise buildings, jumped onto the old fire escape, and passed through the narrow culverts.

boom!
Several dull explosions rang out, and thick smoke instantly engulfed the alley. The air waves caused by the explosions caused the bricks and tiles on the walls to fall off, and the snow on the ground was also blown away, drawing white arcs in the air.

The sudden increase in firepower caught Maguire off guard and he was hit hard. He rolled on the ground several times before he was able to release the force.

He raised his head alertly.

"Nicholas..."

Maguire crouched in the shadow of the container, his chest heaving violently and white mist escaping from between his clenched teeth.

He looked around and saw that more than a dozen agents from the Countermeasures Department had surrounded him.

These teams finally reunited.

"Maguire, this is the end. Please come back with me, or do you want to suffer here?"

The leader, Red Falcon Nicholas, stepped out of the crowd from the back of the team, his hat brim still pulled down low, and the magic firearm [Blaze] on his arm flashed a cold metallic light.

He raised his hand to signal the agents beside him, ready to open fire and suppress Maguire at any time.

"Ha ha……"

The answer was Maguire's laughter.
"You bunch of damn low-level creatures, you don't even know what you're fighting against!"

Power roared in his body, and his excited nerves were ignited by the hope of survival.

The next second, fire broke out between the containers!
Maguire suddenly attacked, pouncing on Nicholas like a bird of prey and hound, wanting to kill him as soon as possible.

Nicholas had no intention of taking the attack head-on. He took a step back and the magic barrier of his troops opened.

The rest of the elite agents joined the battle, and the Imperial standard magic device unfolded around the container, forming a light blue crystalline net that completely blocked Maguire's attack.

An invisible pressure field enveloped him, and Maguire suddenly felt as if all his limbs were entangled by invisible shackles, and his movements became slow.

"Did you even bring out the [Gravity Field]?!"

Maguire roared at Nicola.

"You have no chance of winning."

As Nicholas the Red Falcon spoke, the agents surrounded by the magic mechanical dolls behind him also controlled these dolls to quietly spread out the [Optical Maze]. The colorful magic projections filled Maguire's vision, making it difficult for him to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The figures of the special forces appeared and disappeared in the light and shadow, making Maguire completely unable to grasp them.

A feeling of anxiety filled Maguire's heart.

Before he could think of a countermeasure, the fighter holding the mechanical heavy artillery on the top of the container high in the air had already clasped his hands, and the light wings quickly expanded in the dent of the heavy artillery.

The glow from the muzzle was like a divine weapon sent from heaven, smashing down on Maguire's head with tremendous force!
The crash resounded throughout the port, the ground shook, and thunder rumbled among the containers.

Smoke and dust rose up, and sand and gravel flew everywhere.

A huge pit with a diameter of several meters suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield.

The muddy, steaming scorched earth at the bottom of the pit almost completely submerged Maguire's figure.

"..."

Nicholas the kestrel did not relax his vigilance at all, his eyes were like a hawk staring at its prey.

Maguire slowly stood up in the pit.

His jacket became tattered, but he was hardly seriously injured, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if they were about to spit fire.

Nicholas knew that it was impossible for a seventh-level Maguire to be fatally injured so quickly, and it would take a long battle to wear down his life to the point where he could be captured.

Fires from the Brildad Mafia's factory district occasionally burst into the sky, illuminating the dark sky.

According to the agreement with the military, if a prisoner enters the Blierda Mafia's area, the Blierda Mafia will not interfere with the military's mission.

Although the several gray areas outside the capital city-state barrier are historical issues, after the pacification and reconciliation after the "Bloody Day" many years ago, these are now neutral areas specially licensed by the Krewe Empire.

"Nikola, I will definitely kill you!!"

Maguire fought hard and unyieldingly while being surrounded by the magical agents.

As time went on, he became more and more frustrated.

Red Falcon Nicholas and his agents worked in perfect harmony, and the circle of defense made Maguire's movements increasingly restricted, making it difficult for him to parry and counterattack.

Maguire gritted his teeth and tried hard to find a breakthrough, but wherever he looked, there were only the black muzzles of the fighters' guns and the barriers cast by the magic devices.

A ball of silver light flashed, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared into the team of agents besieging Maguire.

Before anyone could react, this strange liquid metal was like a released beast, wreaking havoc among the people in the Countermeasures Department.

Screams rang out one after another, and blood splattered all over the iron walls of the container.

The attacked agent was like a cake with a bite taken out of it; his body and lower limbs suddenly disappeared, leaving only a broken torso, lifeless.

The other agents who reacted were at most slightly injured.

"Defend, hide!"

Nicholas the Kestrel shouted loudly, looking horrified.

The agents quickly retreated, distanced themselves from the terrifying silver liquid, and took a defensive stance.

The magical devices in the agents' hands flashed ominously, illuminating the bloody arena.

Maguire was also shocked, and then burst into laughter.

There were footsteps coming from the other end of the container.

Looking over, I saw a figure in a silver-white vestment walking slowly towards me, followed by several high priests in similar attire.

He just stood there, raising his finger with one hand, controlling the silver alchemical beast, wearing a white robe, like a sacred yet evil statue. The pure white was not a symbol of purity, but an almost morbid paleness, like the color of death.

He had black pearls hanging around his neck. The beads seemed to have life, swaying gently in front of his chest, making tiny clinking sounds. In his hand was a silver staff, the body of which was like a snake's spine, coiling upwards, with a crow with its wings spread out on the top.

The leading figure's robe dragged behind him, leaving a long trail on the snow.

"Nicholas, do you feel it? This chill is the foreshadowing of your burial today."

He spoke, his voice low and pleasant, like the sound of a midnight bell, with a hint of temptation.
"I heard you've been looking for me, so I came to see you today."

With the appearance of this group of people, the air became sticky and heavy, and even breathing carried a hint of acid rain.

The soldiers of the Empire Special Operations Department instinctively sensed the danger. The squad leader's combat goggles had already displayed the identification information of the silver liquid life just now -

【Decay Splitting Beast】

[Category: Summoning Card]

[Level: Orange Epic]

[Attribute: Alchemy/Corrosion]

[Level: 7]

[Effect: Immune to 90% physical attacks. When making contact with or being attacked, it will cause the effect of devouring living bodies and split into new small individuals, which lasts for 1 hour.]

【Note: Become one with me and you will be reborn. 】

"The Corrupted Saint, Montillo..."

The squad leader's pupils suddenly shrank and his face looked terribly gloomy.

As a subordinate in the Countermeasures Department who followed Nikolai in investigating the recent murder case, he was very familiar with this guy.

The evil cult Church of Resurrection, a long-time outlaw on the wanted list, actually came to them brazenly on the day of the Moon Goddess Festival.

"Sure enough, you are all in cahoots with each other."

Nicholas the Red Kestrel watched this scene, his cold eyes mixed with anger.

He has been hunting down the corrupt branch for a long time, and their goal is obviously not just to take revenge on the Imperial Special Operations Department.

What the truly corrupt branch wants to do today is to rescue Maguire and massacre them in the process.

"Red Falcon, are you happy to see me?"

The corners of the mouth of the Decayed Saint Montillo stretched into an almost unnatural arc.

He waved his pale fingers lightly, and the silver liquid on the ground immediately gathered and squirmed, spitting out a split body the size of half a body, which was exactly the face of the fighter who had just been swallowed.

"Don't resist, just surrender. Throw yourself into the arms of death and gain eternal peace."

Montillo opened his arms with a half-smile on his face.

The high priests behind him were also ready to wipe out the Countermeasures Department.

"..."

Nikolai the Red Falcon did not panic. He slowly looked around. The wounds and fatigue left by the battle were clearly visible.

"It's not up to you to make the final decision between you and me."

Nicholas said coldly, and the elite magic agents formed a formation to meet the enemy and pointed their weapons at the crazy believers of the Resurrection Church.

Maguire's fate is no longer important at this moment.

Defending the dignity of the empire and crushing the source of conspiracy are the top priorities.

"Maguire, get up."

At a command from the Saint of Decay, Montillo, the silver alchemy beast rushed towards the imperial agents.

"Finally here."

Maguire wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and looked at Nicholas the Kestrel with a smile.

The more arrogant these guys were just now, the more desperate they will be later.

Unfortunately, these countermeasures agents didn't even have the chance to see the true terror that now existed deep within the empire.

Blind loyalty will only lead to their unclear death!

There was a roar of heavy weapons and smoke everywhere.

The entire dock fell into chaos.

With the joining of Montillo, the situation of the war changed dramatically.

The spiritual leader of this cult seemed to have brought the fire of hell, igniting the fanaticism of the followers of the Church of Resurrection.

They roared, raised their weapons high, and pounced on the imperial agents like a group of bloodthirsty beasts.

"Prioritize maintaining the gravity field. Don't covet the life of the corrupted priest. Prioritize targeting the two seventh-level creatures!"

Nicholas the Red Falcon gritted his teeth and commanded his men to meet the enemy. Facing the large number of corrupt priests with violent offensive, the imperial agents soon fell into a bitter battle.

This is not the most fatal thing. The most dangerous thing is undoubtedly that the Son of Decay, Montillo, and his silver alchemy beasts are too powerful when facing enemies weaker than him. Once casualties occur, the momentum will begin to collapse from this gap, quickly causing his alchemy beasts to split into more individuals and completely defeat the formation.

Nikolai the Kestrel looked at the acidic mist rising from the harbor ground.

The corrosive magic of the Son of Decay's body is all large-scale, and even the magic barrier can hardly block it completely.

Montillo waved the staff in his hand, and light green mist rushed out like a poisonous snake. Wherever it passed, even the air was corroded and distorted.

The agents' defense line gradually began to cough up blood in pain in this corrupt fog.

"You felt really good beating me, the captain of the action team, just now!"

The change in the situation gave Maguire an opportunity.

Taking advantage of the agents being attacked from both sides, Maguire launched a sudden attack.

His iron fist smashed into the agent closest to him, and with the sound of bones breaking, the figure flew out heavily and hit the container.

"Fill in."

Red Kestrel Nicholas knew something was wrong but he had no time to care about anything else. He could only command the fighters to fill the front line.

"Nicholas, have you ever thought that you would end up like this?"

Maguire smiled sinisterly, with a gleam of revenge in his eyes.

"The villain succeeds..."

Nikolai the Kestrel didn't want to pay any attention to him.

All we have to do now is find a way to break through.

If there is anyone who can help them now, it is only Patton, the leader deep inside the Brildae Mafia.

A strong man like former Chief of the Royal Guards, Barton Hall, might be able to change the situation, but Barton had already broken with the military and would no longer interfere in their disputes.

"You don't expect the neutral Mafia to step in and help you, do you?"

The Saint of Decay, Montillo, smiled, and his magic power turned into a big net, and the corrosive tide smashed down on Nicholas' head.

Dilemma.

Red Kestrel Nicholas knew that if he continued to fight, he would die.

He gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Everyone retreat! Regroup!"

Red Falcon Nikolai signaled the surviving agents to evacuate the battlefield as quickly as possible, break out to the city, and restore communication signals.

As long as they enter the urban area, they can ask for help. Even if they cannot rescue them, it is possible to block this group of cultists in the gray area and finally wipe out these lawbreakers.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Montillo chuckled, and more mist gushed out from his staff, chasing after the scattered agents.

Many agents were still hit. The poisonous fog corroded their bodies and they soon began to slow down. They were caught up by the corrupt high priests and a new fight began.

"Nicholas, even the gods can't save you."

Maguire approached with a sarcastic look on his face, enjoying the show.

He had been surrounded for so long, and now he could finally come to Nikola without any hindrance.

"..."

Nikolai the Kestrel clenched his teeth and remained silent.

He still has several backup magic devices on him, and even if he cannot pose a real threat to Maguire, he will fight to the last moment.

The only option is to admit defeat, which is absolutely impossible.

Maguire raised his fist.

He was about to deal a fatal blow to Nicholas.

Suddenly I felt a sudden gust of wind behind me!

The next second, Maguire felt dizzy and flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting the container heavily.

The container cracked and collapsed like dominoes, creating large holes on the ground one after another.

"who?"

Montillo also stopped and looked at the uninvited guest warily.

When the smoke cleared, a man in black stood quietly in the Mafia's alley.

"I know, I've caught up."

The man hung up the special communication device in the Mafia shielded area, and no one knew who he was communicating with.

He stared at the Son of Decay and Maguire, his back to the morning light, his face hidden in the shadows, only his pair of ice-blue eyes shining brightly in the snow.

"Patton...?"

Nicholas widened his eyes and looked at the figure in disbelief.

This dangerous man of Brillda—

The leader of the Brillda Mafia.

In Brielda, he is the underground emperor of Brielda, feared by smugglers and avoided by the police.

Why would you break the rules and help him as a spy?

"I'll explain it later."

Patton did not look back at Nicholas. There was no need for him to let the enemy on the opposite side hear their conversation.

He just walked over slowly, and the sound of metal friction reached everyone's ears.

That was the slight sound made by the various knives hanging on his waist, and the cold light was faintly visible in the wind and snow.

Slowly, the shadow on Patton finally faded away, allowing people to see his dark gray hair and ruthless eyes clearly.

He was wearing a pure black windbreaker robe, tied with a brown leather corset, with a black shirt and vest underneath. The cuffs and hem of his robe were decorated with dark red patterns, allowing him to ignore the terrain and cross any obstacles.

That black cloak and coat are probably filled with specially made magic vibroblades.

Before he could finish his words, the figure of Mafia leader Patton had already been infinitely magnified in the enemy's eyes.

In the next frame of view, Patton was very close to the Son of Decay, and even his movements were silent and without any pre-sway.

Patton attacked with such speed that it was dazzling. He didn't even draw his weapon. He relied entirely on his combat experience to hold down the staff of the Saint of Decay, Montillo, and Maguire's fist.

Patton crossed his hands and drew a cross in front of him with two knives. Then, a burst of sharp sword energy replaced them, forming a net in the air and slashing towards the chests of the two men.

The deafening sound of metal colliding resounded throughout the port, shaking the earth.

Maguire and Montillo flew out at the same time, smashing two long grooves on the ground and plowing countless cracks in the concrete floor.

Patton stood still, surrounded by faint blade shadows, and even the snowflakes were clearly cut by him.

"You shouldn't have taken action..."

The Saint of Decay, Montillo, held up his staff and used his shield to defend against the previous attack.

Maguire was obviously not as calm as Montillo.

There was already a hideous knife wound on his body.

Maguire did not take a break and fought back with all his strength. His punches were as fast as lightning, almost leaving afterimages in the air as he bombarded Patton.

Barton and Maguire fought again between the containers, and each fight was accompanied by the loud noise of the containers being cut off, which seemed particularly harsh in the quiet winter festival outside.

Not far away, the face of the Decayed Saint Montillo was as gloomy as water.

He stared at Nicholas with a cold gaze, and the dark green magic power gathered in his hands into a swirling vortex, emitting the smell of corrupted blood.

"..."

Nicholas's heart was filled with alarm bells, as he could see that the Son of Corruption's only target was him.

The corrupt high priests who were originally fighting hard with the imperial agents were gradually gathering towards Montillo.

Regardless of casualties, they surrounded the agents layer by layer and cut off support for Nicholas!
As long as the commander Nicholas is beheaded, the combat effectiveness of the elite troops of the Imperial Special Operations Department will be greatly reduced.

"Maguire, hold Patton back for me. Everyone else, cover me while I kill that Imperial lackey!"

The Saint of Decay, Montillo, gave instructions and orders.

This mafia leader Patton is really too strong.

But it doesn't matter, his real goal is to kill Commander Nikolai.

Mafia leader Patton couldn't hold them both by force by himself.

"Row!"

Maguire responded with indignation.

It’s a good thing that Patton didn’t stab Nikola in the back.

There is absolutely no reason for the Brildada Mafia to help a spy chief like Nicholas!
Maguire launched a frantic blocking attack on Patton. Each punch was as powerful as wind and thunder, determined to submerge Patton's figure.

At the same time, the corrupt priests also rushed forward and suppressed the agents, buying time for Montillo to kill Nicholas.

"..."

At the critical moment, Patton glanced at the situation on Nikola's side with an expressionless face, raised his arm and drew a semicircle in the air, and dozens of sharp blades flew out from his cloak.

Wherever the sharp blade passed, the container was cut in half.

The rusty steel plate fell apart like tofu and fell to the ground with a crash.

Maguire was also cut by the air blade and was covered in wounds and blood!

During the break in the battle, Patton threw a string of flying blades to force back Maguire and the Son of Decay in the distance, and at the same time, one of the crystal cards also flew towards Nikola.

Nicholas the Kestrel caught the mafia's crystal key steadily.

The two men made eye contact briefly, and Nicholas instantly understood what Patton meant.

With it, Nikolai can enter the Hasselport building, the Mafia headquarters.

In the core area with forbidden barriers, Nicholas can better avoid enemy pursuit.

The Red Kestrel Nikolai had no time to hesitate. He immediately turned around and ran towards the Hasselport Building.

It would not be of much help to Patton if he continued to stay here, but if he started to run, there was still hope that he could follow the enemy's wishes and lead away the Son of Decay, Montillo, so that Patton could gain the advantage and protect his subordinates.

No matter what, he now had no choice but to trust Patton's instructions.

"Want to run? It's not that easy!"

The Decayed Saint, Montillo, sneered, and followed him like a shadow with his feet moving fast.

While parrying Maguire's attack, Patton threw out three spinning blades, accurately locking onto Montillo.

Montillo groaned and stopped moving. He could only dodge the three magic blades that were tracking him, and finally let the silver alchemy beast protect him, turning into metal armor to block the blades.

"Barton...just wait for your mafia to be wiped out by us."

Montillo was determined to kill, but he knew that now was not the time to fight Patton head-on.

Seeing the figure of the Red Kestrel Nicholas getting farther and farther away, Montillo chased after him without hesitation.

Nikolai shuttled through the maze of containers, trying his best to escape the death behind him.

The Saint of Decay and Corruption, Montillo, was chasing after him relentlessly. His corrupted blood magic transformed him into a ferocious beast that rampaged through the containers. Wherever he passed, the steel seemed to be melted and scatter all over the ground.

In just a dozen seconds, the container area had turned into a purgatory, with broken walls and ruins everywhere.

Until the Son of Decay, Montillo, stood on the container and the cold wind blew up his silver robe.

He stood still, his eyes of death searching for traces of prey in this forest of steel.

The location where they were fighting was indeed not far from the square area where the Mafia headquarters, the Harbor Hassel Building, was located, so Patton was able to get there so quickly. Nicholas was also not slow, as he was an Imperial assassin known for his agility.

"Nicholas, you are like a trembling rabbit trying to hide from the hunter."

The Saint of Decay, Montillo, spoke, his voice was terrifyingly calm, yet it also revealed a hint of creepy pleasure.

Normally, it was Nicholas the Kestrel who tracked down their rotten branches.

Now the roles are reversed.

He was happy and sullen at the same time.

"Do you think you can escape my pursuit by hiding behind these pieces of scrap metal?"

The Saint of Decay, Montillo, walked slowly forward, his leather boots making a squeaking sound as they stepped on the wreckage.

Wherever his corrosive gas reached, steel turned into powder and containers collapsed.

Although releasing such a large-scale indiscriminate attack will consume a lot of magic power, the damage is not that fatal.

But Nicholas would always give up and crawl out of his hole like a mouse.

The silver liquid alchemy beast was also rushing and destroying recklessly, searching for the red kestrel Nicholas.

"Nikola, the game is over. This square is your destination."

The Saint of Decay, Montillo, slowly raised his staff and pointed it at the Hassel Harbor building looming in the distance.

The building towered into the clouds, looking particularly solemn and majestic in the wind and snow, as if it were an unattainable salvation.

Of course he knew what Nicholas was planning.

There might be some hope if we go to the headquarters, the Harbor Harbor building, with the mafia leader's crystal key.

But this distance is a chasm for Nicholas. The Corrupted Saint Montillo will never let Nicholas run to the Mafia's headquarters, the Port Hassel Building, to seek help from the Imperial Special Operations Department.

"No need to hide anymore, I will deal with you before Barton deals with Maguire."

The Decayed Saint, Montilio, counted the time with his fingers without lowering his head.

Maguire, a seventh-level warrior, has extremely strong vitality. Even if we don't expect Maguire to defeat Patton, Patton can't think of getting around Maguire quickly.

Just waiting made him feel a little restless.

Nicholas the Kestrel's struggle only made him feel ridiculous.

If his [Decay Splitting Beast] could split into more, it should be able to force Nikola out faster.

Too bad there weren't even any Mafia patrolling today.

If the Mafia still has some miscellaneous soldiers, they can be devoured and transformed by the alchemical beast, and new alchemical life forms can be separated to track down Nikola.

Or maybe Patton didn't send his men out to die.

It's hard to find any living human material that can be made into art statues.

Since coming to Brillda, Montillo has been patient for a long time. Looking at those happy families but unable to make them more beautiful, he feels empty inside.

"Human beings are born corruptible. Only works of art can be eternal. Why don't you understand me and label me a lawbreaker..."

The voice of the Decayed Saint Montillo was filled with his eager murderous intent towards Nicholas.

There was no chance to hold a grand feast, and only delicious food like Nicholas could relieve hunger and thirst.

The sound of feet stepping on the snow could be heard.

It immediately attracted the attention of the Decayed Saint Montillo.

He looked in the direction of the Mafia's Harthelport building.

"..."

Montillo gradually frowned.

Two young men who seemed to have taken the wrong road were coming out of the Harthel Port building, like ordinary citizens who had strayed into the heart of the mafia.

The way they walk is a bit heartless.

Put one hand in your pocket and swing your arm backward.

One of them put his hands in his pockets and bent over to look at the ground.

Seems like they are trying hard to play the roles of two mafia members.

"I'm really going to work today with the mood of visiting a grave. I hope no one will mess with me."

"Serve the people, help others, love what you do, specialize in what you do, and be good at it, because we are kind."

He paid no attention to the rotten Saint Son Montillo in the distance.

"..."

The Saint of Decay narrowed his eyes.

Do you two treat this as your living room?
well.

Here come two noobs to give away their heads.

"The decision is yours."

The Saint of Decay walked towards the two of them with a sinister grin.

(End of this chapter)