Jonathan, the representative of the Hutton family, and Swisher, the representative of the Basby family, stood up at the same time and tried to stop them with angry faces.
But those present turned a deaf ear to it. They looked at the tightly closed exit door. The representative of the Orlanst family and Master Hermondos had just left from there, and now security personnel were surrounding the outside.
The sound of footsteps outside the door made the representatives of the Sacred Heart Fraternity feel more at ease.
These extraordinary people are also well-known figures. This time they came to Wei Aodi with students and followers who also possess extraordinary powers. Now they are in another building, and the security personnel of the Basbe family have isolated them. Even if a fight occurs, the degree of danger can be minimized.
Although not designed as a weapon, a fountain pen launched by a master archer like Daur using the secret power of the blade to drive the string can exert a power almost equivalent to that of an elite archer shooting a longbow with a hundred-pound pulling force. There is no way the human body can block them.
Cut off the tongue, do not learn to write. The ascetic Marug has acquired terrible martial arts with years of absolute concentration. A white light lit up in his arms, seemingly slowly but actually leaping forward at great speed. It trembled in the air, and after a very slight cracking sound, the two pens were scattered into several pieces and smashed into pieces on the wall behind him.
The bear shaman Gasherov was also fine. The closer the pen got to him, the more it tilted. After turning thirty degrees, the tip of the pen continued to move forward, drawing an arc and then firmly nailed into the solid wooden wall in the distance.
Less than a second had passed since Daur took action, but the situation became clear.
Gasherov looked at the three men sideways. As a shapeshifter, he did not transform himself. Instead, he took out two axes from his waist and struck each other. Amid the dull sound of metal collision, white electric current was generated out of thin air and wrapped around the thick axe blade.
"Shulihan, the blue sky and the white thunder will bless me with victory."
He swung his two axes fiercely, and the solid wooden round table between the two sides was split in half by his axe. The cross-section of the broken surface was burned by lightning and gave off a burnt smell.
The next second, the shaman's bloated body had passed through the bisected table and appeared before Daur. His fat-wrapped thick arms were raised high, and the axe shining with lightning could only be blocked by another person present.
prick--
Captain Khain's flaming straight sword successfully met the blow.
Sword blade against axe blade, the lightning and sparks became extremely bright at the moment the two weapons collided.
In this flashing moment, the shaman's left-handed axe's pursuit was silent, but it was still noticed by Khain. He waved the chair with his left hand as a shield, but it was dispersed after only blocking it for a moment.
"Shit, this costs extra money!"
The rogue knight stumbled back cursing, but quickly changed his pace and adjusted his posture, changing from a flaming attack stance to a tentative sword stance.
Diagonally opposite him, the ascetic Marug jumped onto the edge of the overturned half-table on the left as nimbly as a cat, and rushed straight towards Gregory without any sign of loss of balance. The druid saw that he could not help him.
Khain cursed again and focused on dealing with Gasherov.
The fire-infused sword in the right hand of this rogue knight is a little over three meters long, which is longer than an ordinary half-handed sword, but for a tall warrior like him, it can still be used as a one-handed sword.
Gasherov took a step to the right, turned the axe in his left hand, and slashed towards Khain's neck with a heavy sound, while the short axe in his right hand swept from bottom to top.
At this time, he was standing on the left side of Khain. If the right-handed gangster had reacted a little slower, or made a wrong choice and chose to defend instead of retreat, he would have been dead for sure.
The lightning from the double axes can cause muscle spasms just by getting close to the skin.
As long as he was hit once, even if the victim was not seriously injured, it would be more difficult for him to avoid being hit a second time because of the deformation of his movements. And if he was hit twice in a row, Gasherov's third and fourth blows would follow one after another until he was completely killed.
The old shaman waved his arms, his posture as powerful as beating a sacred drum, and his two axes fell in turn, smashing on Khain's sword. His expression became more and more pious with the continuous attack. However, although Khain seemed to be struggling, he was still able to block all attacks with just a sword and prevent the opponent from threatening to reach Ur.
It's not the difference in martial arts, but the sword in his hand is really strange.
In addition to the enchanted flame, it can also adjust Khain's body center of gravity at any time, reduce the hindrance of inertia to him, and shorten the interval between each of his movements to the shortest, so that he can make adjustments immediately even if he makes a mistake.
It's like the wrong action was "cancelled".
Behind him, Daur looked grimly over his shoulder at Gasherov, and a new snare was being woven between the hands of the archery instructor.
On the other side, Marug's sharp knife failed to seriously injure Elder Gregory.
The Druid's chief priest may seem tall, but he is incredibly flexible.
Faced with the authority of the White Wind School's swordsmanship, Gregory took a step back. The ascetic monk's sharp knife barely cut open his abdomen, but did not cut him in half as expected.
There was no bleeding from Gregory's abdominal wound. Instead, countless green vines emerged from his flesh and blood and entangled with each other. The wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Taking advantage of the ascetic's stiffness after swinging the knife, he stepped forward again, holding the crescent-shaped golden sickle in both hands, and stabbed the sickle forward like a sword. The round sharp blade cut the ascetic's chest, and the flowing blood dyed his skin red, making the shape of the ascetic's ribs more prominent.
"That's it! Kill them all!" Gregory howled, pushing the blade deeper, but the ascetic's skinny but steel-like left hand grabbed his right wrist and pressed against the sickle, and then the terrible scimitar flashed with cold light again.
The high priest of the druid did not hesitate. He loosened his left hand that was holding the sickle before Marug drew his sword and hit Marug's temple with a fierce elbow. The ascetic's head turned 90 degrees under the huge force. His senses were confused for a moment by the violent vibration, but his body was still as stable as an old tree and a rock. His thousands of battle experiences had turned into instinct. He swung the scimitar at the enemy as usual, cutting deeply into Gregory's abdomen, which was as hard as a log, revealing his internal organs protected by many vines.
Dodo dodo dodo.
That was the sound of sawdust and iron nails shot by Daur hitting the wall.
The dense sound was comparable to the continuous shooting of ten musketeers, and the impact area was equally wide.
The representatives of the Hutton family and the Basby family had already left the table and were now bending over in the corner, trying not to attract anyone's attention. Above their heads were the iron nails that Daur had just shot. These "arrows" were exactly what the archery instructor had just pulled out of the table and chair.
The exit door was also broken through by Daur, and a scream was heard from outside the door. If there was someone standing behind the door, he would probably be in trouble.
They should have left with the representatives of the Orlanst family just now. It was indeed risky to meet with the extraordinary people in the same room. However, for the sake of etiquette, they did not let An stay here from the beginning.
Maybe they should hire a representative for themselves to attend meetings, just like some secretaries have their own secretaries.
At the critical moment, the wall behind the two family representatives suddenly became soft, forming a curtain-like texture. Before they could react to what had happened, their bodies fell inside. When the wall, like a stream of water, flooded their eyes, they could not help but close their eyes.
When they opened their eyes again, they were already outside.
A man in a robe stood in front of them. It turned out to be the mad wizard from the Key Group who rescued them in time and pulled them out. There were many gunmen nearby, aiming nervously at the door. One of their men was lying low in front of the door, with a grain of sawdust shot into his eye and pierced his brain.
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The two representatives stood up quickly and adjusted their collars as quickly as possible.
The distance to the battlefield was only through a wall, but they did feel a lot safer.
"Do you want us to stop them?" The security chief of the mansion came up and asked in a low voice. He was a captain before retiring from the army. Since he was hired, the Basby family has trusted his abilities, but now the Basby representative is a little shaken.
The scenes of swords, sabers, lightning and flames made him doubt the use of muskets.
He calmed himself down and waved his hand.
"Let them fight. Whoever wins can continue the talk with us. Now go and inform the old man to go out for a walk. Send a few more people to escort him, and send someone else to invite Hazel."
"Also," he paused again, "send someone to the guest house to watch over the guests' entourage."
After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly to the other end of the corridor.
Representatives of the Hutton family also followed. They were not leaving, they just wanted to stay somewhere safer. They had important positions and could not leave halfway, so they could only wait for the bloody fight in the room to be over.
As for the other members of the Sacred Heart Fraternity who were not so lucky and were trapped in the room, they had no time to take care of them.
When we arrived at the lobby on the first floor, the representatives of the Orlanst family and Master Hermondos were both here. In addition to these two, there was another person who had already negotiated a cooperation project. He was the messenger of the Holy Grail Cult.
The Holy Grail Order is often mistaken by ignorant people as an accomplice of the Holy Grail Society, but their philosophies are completely different.
The Holy Grail Society believes that the blood that the Father bestows life on creation is a symbol of wisdom, which gives life a true soul. The Holy Grail Society believes that the wisdom of life already exists, and what they lack is actually the physical body, so the Father bestowing life entity blood is the process of evolving into a material body.
Based on this philosophy, the path of the Holy Grail Order is to follow in the footsteps of the Heavenly Father and find ways to create life outside the body.
The envoy sat on the sofa and listened with interest to the sounds in the conference room upstairs.
"If any party is defeated, please allow me to collect their bodies. This is crucial to the presentation of our finished product."
The representative of the Busby family, Swish Busby, had a grim look on his face. He neither agreed nor refused. The impression these extraordinary people gave him was getting worse and worse.
During their silence, the sound of crutches pounding on the ground came down the stairs, almost mixing with the sounds of fighting.
The oldest man in the Busby family - the grandfather of Jeremy, Swish, Cuomo and others - walked down slowly accompanied by security personnel and the mad wizard. He was very old, but his back was very straight and his eyes were still bright. People who have seen Jeremy Busby would say that he looked as sharp as Jeremy.
He walked to the first floor and stopped in front of Schweizer.
"Don't bother Jeremy, let's take care of things here ourselves."
The old man waited for Schweizer to nod before slowly turning around and walking out.
Although there was nothing unusual in the content of this instruction, everyone who heard it felt something was amiss.
But this is not the most important thing at the moment. They looked up again, paying attention to whether the fighting in the conference room on the rooftop has stopped. Only the messenger of the Holy Grail Order seemed to have thought of something. He kept a smile on his face and looked very happy.
But those present turned a deaf ear to it. They looked at the tightly closed exit door. The representative of the Orlanst family and Master Hermondos had just left from there, and now security personnel were surrounding the outside.
The sound of footsteps outside the door made the representatives of the Sacred Heart Fraternity feel more at ease.
These extraordinary people are also well-known figures. This time they came to Wei Aodi with students and followers who also possess extraordinary powers. Now they are in another building, and the security personnel of the Basbe family have isolated them. Even if a fight occurs, the degree of danger can be minimized.
Although not designed as a weapon, a fountain pen launched by a master archer like Daur using the secret power of the blade to drive the string can exert a power almost equivalent to that of an elite archer shooting a longbow with a hundred-pound pulling force. There is no way the human body can block them.
Cut off the tongue, do not learn to write. The ascetic Marug has acquired terrible martial arts with years of absolute concentration. A white light lit up in his arms, seemingly slowly but actually leaping forward at great speed. It trembled in the air, and after a very slight cracking sound, the two pens were scattered into several pieces and smashed into pieces on the wall behind him.
The bear shaman Gasherov was also fine. The closer the pen got to him, the more it tilted. After turning thirty degrees, the tip of the pen continued to move forward, drawing an arc and then firmly nailed into the solid wooden wall in the distance.
Less than a second had passed since Daur took action, but the situation became clear.
Gasherov looked at the three men sideways. As a shapeshifter, he did not transform himself. Instead, he took out two axes from his waist and struck each other. Amid the dull sound of metal collision, white electric current was generated out of thin air and wrapped around the thick axe blade.
"Shulihan, the blue sky and the white thunder will bless me with victory."
He swung his two axes fiercely, and the solid wooden round table between the two sides was split in half by his axe. The cross-section of the broken surface was burned by lightning and gave off a burnt smell.
The next second, the shaman's bloated body had passed through the bisected table and appeared before Daur. His fat-wrapped thick arms were raised high, and the axe shining with lightning could only be blocked by another person present.
prick--
Captain Khain's flaming straight sword successfully met the blow.
Sword blade against axe blade, the lightning and sparks became extremely bright at the moment the two weapons collided.
In this flashing moment, the shaman's left-handed axe's pursuit was silent, but it was still noticed by Khain. He waved the chair with his left hand as a shield, but it was dispersed after only blocking it for a moment.
"Shit, this costs extra money!"
The rogue knight stumbled back cursing, but quickly changed his pace and adjusted his posture, changing from a flaming attack stance to a tentative sword stance.
Diagonally opposite him, the ascetic Marug jumped onto the edge of the overturned half-table on the left as nimbly as a cat, and rushed straight towards Gregory without any sign of loss of balance. The druid saw that he could not help him.
Khain cursed again and focused on dealing with Gasherov.
The fire-infused sword in the right hand of this rogue knight is a little over three meters long, which is longer than an ordinary half-handed sword, but for a tall warrior like him, it can still be used as a one-handed sword.
Gasherov took a step to the right, turned the axe in his left hand, and slashed towards Khain's neck with a heavy sound, while the short axe in his right hand swept from bottom to top.
At this time, he was standing on the left side of Khain. If the right-handed gangster had reacted a little slower, or made a wrong choice and chose to defend instead of retreat, he would have been dead for sure.
The lightning from the double axes can cause muscle spasms just by getting close to the skin.
As long as he was hit once, even if the victim was not seriously injured, it would be more difficult for him to avoid being hit a second time because of the deformation of his movements. And if he was hit twice in a row, Gasherov's third and fourth blows would follow one after another until he was completely killed.
The old shaman waved his arms, his posture as powerful as beating a sacred drum, and his two axes fell in turn, smashing on Khain's sword. His expression became more and more pious with the continuous attack. However, although Khain seemed to be struggling, he was still able to block all attacks with just a sword and prevent the opponent from threatening to reach Ur.
It's not the difference in martial arts, but the sword in his hand is really strange.
In addition to the enchanted flame, it can also adjust Khain's body center of gravity at any time, reduce the hindrance of inertia to him, and shorten the interval between each of his movements to the shortest, so that he can make adjustments immediately even if he makes a mistake.
It's like the wrong action was "cancelled".
Behind him, Daur looked grimly over his shoulder at Gasherov, and a new snare was being woven between the hands of the archery instructor.
On the other side, Marug's sharp knife failed to seriously injure Elder Gregory.
The Druid's chief priest may seem tall, but he is incredibly flexible.
Faced with the authority of the White Wind School's swordsmanship, Gregory took a step back. The ascetic monk's sharp knife barely cut open his abdomen, but did not cut him in half as expected.
There was no bleeding from Gregory's abdominal wound. Instead, countless green vines emerged from his flesh and blood and entangled with each other. The wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Taking advantage of the ascetic's stiffness after swinging the knife, he stepped forward again, holding the crescent-shaped golden sickle in both hands, and stabbed the sickle forward like a sword. The round sharp blade cut the ascetic's chest, and the flowing blood dyed his skin red, making the shape of the ascetic's ribs more prominent.
"That's it! Kill them all!" Gregory howled, pushing the blade deeper, but the ascetic's skinny but steel-like left hand grabbed his right wrist and pressed against the sickle, and then the terrible scimitar flashed with cold light again.
The high priest of the druid did not hesitate. He loosened his left hand that was holding the sickle before Marug drew his sword and hit Marug's temple with a fierce elbow. The ascetic's head turned 90 degrees under the huge force. His senses were confused for a moment by the violent vibration, but his body was still as stable as an old tree and a rock. His thousands of battle experiences had turned into instinct. He swung the scimitar at the enemy as usual, cutting deeply into Gregory's abdomen, which was as hard as a log, revealing his internal organs protected by many vines.
Dodo dodo dodo.
That was the sound of sawdust and iron nails shot by Daur hitting the wall.
The dense sound was comparable to the continuous shooting of ten musketeers, and the impact area was equally wide.
The representatives of the Hutton family and the Basby family had already left the table and were now bending over in the corner, trying not to attract anyone's attention. Above their heads were the iron nails that Daur had just shot. These "arrows" were exactly what the archery instructor had just pulled out of the table and chair.
The exit door was also broken through by Daur, and a scream was heard from outside the door. If there was someone standing behind the door, he would probably be in trouble.
They should have left with the representatives of the Orlanst family just now. It was indeed risky to meet with the extraordinary people in the same room. However, for the sake of etiquette, they did not let An stay here from the beginning.
Maybe they should hire a representative for themselves to attend meetings, just like some secretaries have their own secretaries.
At the critical moment, the wall behind the two family representatives suddenly became soft, forming a curtain-like texture. Before they could react to what had happened, their bodies fell inside. When the wall, like a stream of water, flooded their eyes, they could not help but close their eyes.
When they opened their eyes again, they were already outside.
A man in a robe stood in front of them. It turned out to be the mad wizard from the Key Group who rescued them in time and pulled them out. There were many gunmen nearby, aiming nervously at the door. One of their men was lying low in front of the door, with a grain of sawdust shot into his eye and pierced his brain.
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The two representatives stood up quickly and adjusted their collars as quickly as possible.
The distance to the battlefield was only through a wall, but they did feel a lot safer.
"Do you want us to stop them?" The security chief of the mansion came up and asked in a low voice. He was a captain before retiring from the army. Since he was hired, the Basby family has trusted his abilities, but now the Basby representative is a little shaken.
The scenes of swords, sabers, lightning and flames made him doubt the use of muskets.
He calmed himself down and waved his hand.
"Let them fight. Whoever wins can continue the talk with us. Now go and inform the old man to go out for a walk. Send a few more people to escort him, and send someone else to invite Hazel."
"Also," he paused again, "send someone to the guest house to watch over the guests' entourage."
After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly to the other end of the corridor.
Representatives of the Hutton family also followed. They were not leaving, they just wanted to stay somewhere safer. They had important positions and could not leave halfway, so they could only wait for the bloody fight in the room to be over.
As for the other members of the Sacred Heart Fraternity who were not so lucky and were trapped in the room, they had no time to take care of them.
When we arrived at the lobby on the first floor, the representatives of the Orlanst family and Master Hermondos were both here. In addition to these two, there was another person who had already negotiated a cooperation project. He was the messenger of the Holy Grail Cult.
The Holy Grail Order is often mistaken by ignorant people as an accomplice of the Holy Grail Society, but their philosophies are completely different.
The Holy Grail Society believes that the blood that the Father bestows life on creation is a symbol of wisdom, which gives life a true soul. The Holy Grail Society believes that the wisdom of life already exists, and what they lack is actually the physical body, so the Father bestowing life entity blood is the process of evolving into a material body.
Based on this philosophy, the path of the Holy Grail Order is to follow in the footsteps of the Heavenly Father and find ways to create life outside the body.
The envoy sat on the sofa and listened with interest to the sounds in the conference room upstairs.
"If any party is defeated, please allow me to collect their bodies. This is crucial to the presentation of our finished product."
The representative of the Busby family, Swish Busby, had a grim look on his face. He neither agreed nor refused. The impression these extraordinary people gave him was getting worse and worse.
During their silence, the sound of crutches pounding on the ground came down the stairs, almost mixing with the sounds of fighting.
The oldest man in the Busby family - the grandfather of Jeremy, Swish, Cuomo and others - walked down slowly accompanied by security personnel and the mad wizard. He was very old, but his back was very straight and his eyes were still bright. People who have seen Jeremy Busby would say that he looked as sharp as Jeremy.
He walked to the first floor and stopped in front of Schweizer.
"Don't bother Jeremy, let's take care of things here ourselves."
The old man waited for Schweizer to nod before slowly turning around and walking out.
Although there was nothing unusual in the content of this instruction, everyone who heard it felt something was amiss.
But this is not the most important thing at the moment. They looked up again, paying attention to whether the fighting in the conference room on the rooftop has stopped. Only the messenger of the Holy Grail Order seemed to have thought of something. He kept a smile on his face and looked very happy.
