≮William, you bastard! ≯
The moment Greedy Grid's head was chopped off, even the usually reserved Huangpi straightened up.
These were the Seventh Marquis, representing the highest combat power among the Silver Circle patients, yet they were killed by William.
Huangpi originally just admired William's courage and talent.
As William reached the abyss path, Huangpi began to believe that this young man might really be able to overthrow and reorganize the leather factory.
But it still requires a long period of accumulation. After all, stepping into the silver circle can only be regarded as the beginning of becoming an old patient, and there is still a long way to go.
But William had just set out on this journey when he actually killed one of the "Seventh Marquis" who was almost finishing the journey.
Although there are many reasons for this, including the complete fusion with Yuehen Lorian, the fact that Grid was the weakest of the seven marquises and could be targeted by William, and the fact that he fell into an illusion due to carelessness,
But the killing of seven marquises is an undeniable fact. Throughout the history of the Old World, there has never been such an exaggerated thing.
In Huangpi's eyes, the contract he signed with William seemed to be about to come true.
≮William, he almost lost his ability to move at the last moment, you actually didn't choose to educate him? If we can educate a "Seventh Marquis", it will be of great help to our subsequent attack on the leather factory. ≯
"If I still want to educate such an opponent and hold back, then what is the difference between me and Grid... It's good enough to be able to kill him, and his corpse is also useful.
Huangpi, can you fulfill the role of "First Gentleman" and briefly open the passage to the leather factory? It only takes one second. 』
≮Yes, after all, the passage was closed not long ago, and there is still some "residual heat". I can barely do it... What are you going to do? It's very dangerous to do this, the guy over there might take advantage of the gap to get in.
If another Seventh Marquis comes, you will really die. ≯
"The passage was closed just now. The blood people on the other side have no idea what happened here. As for the seven high-ranking marquises, they will naturally not guard the closed passage all the time.
It's only a momentary activation and there's no danger.
And what I want to do is give them an important gift. 』
≮Okay! ≯
Huangpi immediately understood William's intention and swam out in a separate suit, coming to the place where the first gentleman once was.
Whoosh~ Yellow threads shoot out from the clothes room and connect to the ground.
Buzz!
Faint pulses visible to the naked eye were emitted along the silk thread, going down along the ground and seemingly reaching another world.
The ground began to vibrate slightly, and the stones spread... The passage that had just been closed dozens of minutes ago was opened again, but the opening was very small, not even enough for a person to pass through.
William was ready. He was holding Greedy Grid's head in his hands. Through special indoctrination invasion, he allowed the dead brain, whose consciousness had dissipated, to maintain pure activity and do the last thing for him.
Let go and let the head fall into it.
…
Old World-Yousui Leather Factory
In the upper part of the leather factory where the naturalized blood people live, deep in the manor.
In this temporary manor house that conforms to the aesthetics of the blood people, four marquises sat around the bonfire in the hall.
Each of them has a completely different aura and image, but their personalities complement each other and they get along very well. Generally, they stay together, whether it is to make important decisions or to vent their desires.
One of the men, who had fierce eyes and a huge hooked nose, said:
“After Grid passed by, the situation not only failed to ease, but the passage was closed... Can the indigenous humans on the other side do this
Or is there some old world organization that is secretly assisting those humans? "
The female marquis, who was sitting not far away and licking the girl's back, said softly, "It shouldn't be like that, right? The patients with the silver ring will be restricted if they go there, not to mention helping those humans to deal with us.
Not to mention Grid.
Gratoni is a very famous guy in the Old World, and most organizations don't dare to mess with him.
Don't think too much about it. The passage is closed anyway and there's nothing we can do.
With Gratoni in charge, there won't be any major problems. Although Grid is a little weak, with his help, those indigenous humans won't be able to cause any trouble."
At this moment, a panicked blood messenger who was responsible for reporting information to the Seventh Marquis flew in in the form of a bat and landed in front of everyone.
In his hand he was holding something wrapped in leather.
The leather used was of the highest quality, and the marquises could not tell what was inside for a moment.
"What's the matter? So urgent?"
“Just now… the passage connecting to the human city was briefly opened, and then something was thrown over from the opposite side and was picked up by a passing leather slave.
After a brief discussion, they finally decided to hand it over to us.”
"What?"
"yes… "
The blood messenger was trembling all over and did not dare to say it directly, so he could only slowly untie the leather bag.
When they saw the things being stored, the four people at the scene stood up suddenly.
Inside was the head of Grid.
What was strange was that although Grid was clearly dead and his consciousness had completely dissipated, his head did not turn into blood but remained intact.
Although the marquises did not like Grid who would kill his own people, they were kind to him because he could often collect some good things and hand them over to the manor treasury.
Even though Grid's strength is at the bottom among the seven marquises, there is currently no one at the earl level who can replace Grid.
Suddenly, the head held in the messenger's hands began to twist.
Pitch-black blood oozed out of the seven orifices, and the eyeballs melted together, falling to the ground in a muddy state.
The dead brain was forcibly activated, and spoke a sentence that was forcibly imprinted in the brain.
"Hello, my dear marquises. I wonder if I have disturbed you. I would like to take this opportunity to tell you something.
How dare bugs like you come and invade my city, even killing my friends and imprisoning my teacher... Marquis Grid is only the first.
Soon, I will go to the leather factory myself and execute all of you.
Enjoy the last moments now.
By the way, my name is William Y. Behrens. I say hello to you on behalf of all the members of the Circus of Fear.
Hahahaha…hahahaha!”
After saying that, the head began to laugh wildly. It seemed that something between the skull bones was constantly applying internal pressure, and the entire brain expanded like a balloon.
Just as it was about to explode, it was covered by a blood-colored cube created by one of the marquises.
Bang!
A large amount of pitch-black matter exploded and splashed out, blocking the block.
However, the blood-colored cube that had just been created was completely corroded in a short period of time, and even a few drops of black liquid fell on the floor, forming a dark hole that went straight to the basement.
This situation made the four marquises feel very unhappy and they no longer had any interest in entertainment.
“The humans are actually connected to the circus... Is that the First Abyss behind this
Gratoni should be able to come back, and when he comes back, we can ask humans what is going on... This black substance is not a plague, but a kind of death that does not belong to our world.
Things are getting troublesome.”