In the corner of the room, there is a model shelf resembling a bookshelf.
Aside from a few scattered books, it's filled with various models.
Motorcycles are predominant, cars supplentary.
There are also so models of cold weapons.
Each one is extrely exquisite.
It's even safe to say they're scaled down proportionally.
The handlebars of the motorcycle and car doors can move, and the swords among the cold weapons can be unsheathed.
Jason's gaze swept over these models one by one.
Finally, it stopped on a motorcycle model.
Unlike other motorcycles.
This motorcycle has a sidecar, and overall appears black.
It looks as exquisite as any other model.
At least to the 'Old man', Lauren Delder, Andek, and Euler, it seems that way.
But the four know that Jason wouldn't stare at sothing for no reason.
Andek raised his right hand, waved slightly backward to signal the others to retreat, and took a deep drag on his cigar.
The fla spread across the cigar.
After the cigar was visibly shortened, the deputy commander of the Freedom Army puffed out a thick cloud of smoke.
The smoke didn't disperse.
Instead, it ford into a palm shape.
Glancing at Jason, after he nodded in signal, this smoky palm reached straight for the motorcycle with a sidecar.
Roar!
Just as the smoky palm was about to grab the motorcycle model, a chilling roar emanated from the model.
Ear-piercing.
Like it would pierce the eardrums.
Moreover, a gut-wrenching force rose within the listener's body.
The 'Old man', whose inner alarm had sounded, hurriedly exited the room, flipping over and crashing hard to the ground.
Lauren Delder and Euler rapidly retreated.
The forr left the room, grabbing the 'Old man', ready to flee at any mont.
The latter leaned against the wall, eyes fixed intently on the model.
Andek did not retreat a step, furrowing his brow as the smoky palm clenched onto the sidecar motorcycle model.
Crack!
The sidecar motorcycle shattered directly.
Then, a translucent figure appeared there.
It was a translucent figure whose face couldn't be discerned.
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"Surprise!"
"I thought it would take you at least a day or two to discover this 'little gift'."
"Yet you've found it so quickly."
"Just as you conquered my base in just an hour, truly surprising."
The voice belonged to 'Jing'.
The opposite spoke in a praising tone.
But hearing such a tone, Euler flew into a rage.
"'Jing'!"
Euler shouted angrily.
"I heard, I heard."
"Don't get angry."
"We can talk about anything, even if Lag has died."
'Jing' looked conciliatory.
But these words completely infuriated Euler.
If Euler had simply been furious before.
At this point, Euler's eyes were bloodshot.
Ignoring the strange sensations in his body, he charged at the translucent shadow, but barely took a step before Andek stopped him.
Another smoky arm brutally threw Euler out the door.
"Calm down."
The deputy commander of the Freedom Army barked before turning his attention to the translucent shadow.
Simultaneously, more smoky arms appeared around Andek.
No less than ten.
Then, they all lunged at that translucent shadow together.
The translucent shadow stood motionless.
Letting attacks land on its body.
Each ti a smoky arm attacked, ripples spread across the translucent shadow.
But, that was all.
The shadow appeared completely unaffected.
Whether it was palms striking or pounding.
The result was the sa.
No effect.
"Can't we sit down and talk?"
"After all, I too was once part of the Freedom Army..."
"Shut up!"
Andek bellowed.
He interrupted 'Jing's' words.
As the deputy commander of the Freedom Army, he absolutely wouldn't allow 'Jing' to continue speaking.
Although it was the truth.
It was also shaful.
Even considered taboo.
Everyone present knew it too.
A tower constructed of faith, stained black.
Andek could forgive.
Because it stands beneath the sunlight.
But this doesn't an it can be shrouded by darkness.
Even in the depths of night.
Darkness appearing is not permitted.
Because that is when it shines itself.
It is a lighthouse.
Guiding the lost in darkness.
The light it brings must show the way for all in darkness.
Because that is their last remaining hope.
Hoo!
From the completely smoke-ford arms, nurous sparks suddenly burst forth, and flas erupted from each arm.
Ten arms.
Ten flas.
Ford a dense web of flas, instantly engulfing the translucent shadow.
Roar!
Another chilling, tragic scream.
The translucent shadow, seemingly unable to endure the pain, lunged straight towards a nearby screen.
And the snail shell hanging around its neck turned towards the shelf.
Two more smoky arms appeared.
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