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In the distance, Freeman watched with gleaming eyes as Malz devoured the weapon, his arms transforming the firearm.
For this newly born 'Blood Descendant,' such ability was simply too fascinating.
It was at this mont that Amiel exclaid in surprise by his side.
"Dawne Greene's chanized Gunpowder Sect?"
Freeman, not understanding, asked.
As one new to the Mystic Side, Freeman maintained sufficient humility.
And as for Amiel?
Lady Talin, always willing to teach, would definitely not refuse.
"Dawne Greene's chanized Gunpowder Sect erged towards the end of the 'Silver Age,' spreading briefly only within Count Bert's territory, lasting for about ten months before being exterminated by Count Bert at that ti—rumors say that the sect was founded by soone who had acquired part of Master Alchemist Geppetto's legacy from the 'Age of the Holy Empire.'
Master Alchemist Geppetto was the first alchemist to be sent to the burning stake during the 'Age of the Holy Empire.'
Unlike the eleven masters who were later sent to the stake, Geppetto was universally recognized as having committed an unforgivable cri.
He wanted to grant 'life'!
While many masters have researched this topic, only Geppetto chose to extract the lives of ordinary people to bring his puppet to life.
About two hundred people died as a result.
Latterly, as matters deteriorated, Master Geppetto and his puppet Pinocchio were both incinerated.
A puppet capable of using a saber is indeed sothing you can't help wanting to hold in your arms!"
Amiel said, and couldn't help but wipe away so drool.
Freeman, by now, had learned to turn a blind eye.
After a reflexive utterance once caused the conversation to veer off by tens of thousands of miles and led to a whole night of endless debate with Amiel, the newly born 'Blood Descendant' had co to understand the importance of keeping silent.
And Amiel, uninterrupted, slightly indulged in 'daydreaming' for a mont before continuing—
"Dawne Greene was a 'Mysterious Person' of fallen nobility, whose family could be traced back to the late 'Age of the Holy Empire'—records indicate that the earliest patriarch of the 'Greene Family' was a hunter enlisted by The Holy Court, who rose to nobility through hunting monsters and accruing ritorious service.
But as the Holy Empire crumbled, all was reduced to ashes and oblivion.
However, Dawne Greene, after uncovering Master Geppetto's laboratory from who knows where, once again rendered his family na morable—
the Silver Age's extermination did not truly erase Dawne Greene's chanized Gunpowder Sect.
During the 'Seven Years' War,' in nurous major battles, the sect demonstrated extraordinary strength.
This power aroused curiosity in many.
But...
Amiel said, frowning.
Freeman fought the urge to roll his eyes.
This was what he hated most about her; when discussing important matters, she not only frequently went off on tangents, but also occasionally left people hanging.
Such people were so annoying!
Freeman suppressed the urge to explode at Amiel and continued waiting.
About two or three seconds later, not waiting for Amiel to follow up, she couldn't help pouting.
Then, her voice grew weak and dispirited—
"That power, it includes a 'bizarre' force!
Yes!
It's precisely the 'bizarre' power you're thinking of… so, Malz is dood!
Lord Kledos will likely be in sorrow, don't you think? If I go comfort him now, might I gain his favor?"
Amiel said, turning her gaze to Freeman.
This ti, the newly born 'Blood Descendant' could not hold back; this matter touched on his father's business partner.
Imdiately, the 'Blood Descendant' scoffed and spoke.
"Others might be dood!
But the minions found by Lord Kledos?
Never!"
Freeman declared resoundingly.
"Hah, a greenhorn fresh from the nest!
You will never understand the dangers of the 'Mystic Side'!
According to those experint records, in less than ten seconds, Malz will be dead!"
Amiel looked at Freeman with the attitude of one who had been there before.
It was an expression filled with arrogance and a sense of superiority, as if she could see through everything.
But as ti ticked away second by second, Amiel's eyes began to widen.
The old sheriff did not die!
Far from it, he seed more vigorous than ever.
In the perception of this woman born in Talin, the old sheriff's vitality was suddenly surging.
"Impossible!
How can this be?"
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"This isn't mysterious at all!"
Amiel held his head in his hands, ruffling his hair.
"Because—he was chosen by Lord Kledos, my father's collaborator."
Freeman spoke casually, paying no more attention to his 'Supervisor'.
The gaze of the newly born 'Blood Descendant' was firmly fixed on the battlefield that interested him the most—
As the old sheriff fired the first shot, taking down a Mystic Side Person, more enemies erged from their hiding spots, their cold stares fixed on the figure standing in front of the 'Relief Grocery Store'.
Bob shook his head.
Crack, crack.
After two crisp snaps, the forr captain of the Daredevil Team beckoned the group with a wave of his hand.
Without any hesitation, these people raised their firearms and crossbow arrows.
Bang bang bang!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Bullets and arrows fell like rain.
Bob stood arms wide open, unafraid of the hail of bullets and arrows.
Bullets and arrows struck him, leaving only shallow marks before bouncing off.
Ting, ting ting!
Amidst the clear sound of bullets and arrows hitting the ground, Bob burst into laughter—
"Haha!
Yes, that's the way!
That's the way!"
The familiar feeling of exhilaration filled the forr captain of the Daredevil Team, who looked at the enemies before him as if he were back on the battlefield.
The next mont—
Whirr!
An unusual roaring sound ca from within his body, as if it were equipped with a motor, and Bob charged at these people with a speed far beyond anyone's imagination, swinging his hand directly at them.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A handful of darts flew out in a fan shape.
Seven or eight people were struck by the darts and fell to the ground.
But more people leaped over the bodies, brandishing swords and surrounding Bob, their weapons chopping down heavily on him.
Most of the swords were ineffective.
However, one of the 'sharp weapons' managed to slice through Bob's skin and a little muscle.
Bob was not annoyed; instead, his eyes lit up.
The forr captain of the Daredevil Team grabbed the 'sharp weapon' longsword in one motion.
"Hand it over!"
With a low shout from his mouth, the longsword in his right hand had already decapitated his opponent.
And the 'sharp weapon' longsword he had just seized in his left hand drew a perfect arc around his body.
Clang clang clang!
In an instant, the swords in those people's hands were sliced apart.
Before the crowd could react, Bob began to spin.
Wielding twin swords, the forr Daredevil Team captain's attacks were anything but hesitant; on the contrary, the 'sharp weapon' longsword only made him more ferocious.
Bob, spinning rapidly, was like a spinning top sweeping through everything in its path.
More like a grinding wheel, ceaselessly grinding flesh and blood.
"Hee hee hoo hoo hahaha!"
Seeing Bob wreaking havoc on the battlefield, Freeman, catching the scent of blood, couldn't help but crack a hysterical laugh.
The new 'Blood Descendant' leaned back, covering his face with one hand and shaking the other uncontrollably.
He couldn't control himself anymore.
He too wanted to join in.
After all, that was what he ca for.
But the next mont, the young 'Blood Descendant's' complexion changed, and he leaped to the side.
Amiel had already disappeared from the spot a mont earlier.
Boom!
As if an explosion had struck, the nearby ground trembled slightly, and within the dust raised, a towering figure spoke in a mocking tone—
"Is this the underling of 'Spirit dium' Arthur Kredos?
How disappointing!"
The undisguised scorn imdiately drew the attention of everyone on and off the battlefield.
At the sa ti, a crow, perched at the highest point of Rat Street under the night sky, also cast its gaze silently over.
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