The long hearse stopped in front of the narrow door.
A young staff member wearing a funeral parlor uniform jumped out of the car, glanced at the people guarding the door, and then looked at the well-organized bloody corpse in front of them.
"Is it this one?"
He looked at the people in front of him, glanced at the iron mask on the corpse, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Do you need any burial services?"
Isya and Si Enji were stunned by this question.
Isia's eyes fell on the iron mask that had never been removed from the corpse.
She has never seen Nighthawk's true appearance, but Nighthawk claimed that he was disfigured by a disaster when he was a child, so he had to wear this mask.
After a brief hesitation, she slowly reached out and lifted off the mask.
A ferocious face with almost indistinguishable facial features appeared in front of her.
Even the well-informed Isia was slightly startled when she saw this face.
"It seems that it was attacked by some kind of alien beast or similar monster." Si Enji looked at the wounds covering his entire face. "These are all tiny bite wounds that have healed and grown." appearance."
monster······
Ixia was stunned. At this moment, she suddenly understood why Nighthawk had always been so firm in her position, why she was so persistent in investigating and trying to solve the pollution monster.
Then, she suddenly remembered that Nighthawk never seemed to mention her relatives.
Even after his death, no relatives came to look for his belongings.
Perhaps, in that 'disaster' that forced him to wear an iron mask for the rest of his life, he lost more than just his appearance.
He may have been alone.
Ixia paused for a moment and looked up at the funeral home staff who were also a little surprised, "How good can this be?"
The young staff member was stunned. He wanted to refuse subconsciously, because this was beyond the scope of burial makeup.
At this time, his eyes once again glanced at Nighthawk's blood-stained clothes and the iron mask in Isia's hand. Finally, he thought for a moment and said, "I know a very powerful embalmer. Maybe I can hire him." She helps, but it’s a bit troublesome to find her, and she charges a lot.”
"Can you restore what he should look like?"
Isia thought for a moment and asked slowly.
"It should be possible...but I haven't tried this kind..."
The staff member glanced at the mask, then at Nighthawk's cheek, and answered slowly.
"I'll pay for your labor and burial expenses," Ixia sighed and put the mask back on her face, "Please do your best."
"There is no need for labor fees," the staff member shook his head, "but her funeral expenses are probably indispensable."
Hearing this, Ixia was stunned for a moment, and then she suddenly realized that the staff member in front of her seemed to be focusing too much on the iron mask. She asked softly, "Do you know this iron mask?"
"do not know,"
The staff member shook his head, "But there is a legend about the 'Iron Mask Hero' in a few blocks near us. It is said that he often saves people from monsters and often helps poor people. I once went back to my hometown and my mother once said that she also Saved by this iron-masked hero."
"I see."
Isia understood.
The pollution cleanup department usually signs confidentiality agreements with people who are attacked by pollution monsters, otherwise it will not sell them breathing spray, but this does not completely restrict information. Many people cannot bear the loneliness and will tell them in the form of urban ghost stories. Spread the presence of pollution monsters.
In this regard, the Pollution Cleanup Department mostly turns a blind eye.
The pollution monsters in St. Jon City are so dense. There may be many people in this city who have been blessed by the Nighthawk.
While Ixia was thinking briefly, the staff of the funeral home had already put Nighthawk's body into the car.
She watched the taillights of the car disappear into the night and sighed softly, "He has saved many people, but in the end he could only end up like this."
"It's not like people leave traces when they pass by,"
After hearing this, Si Enji was silent for a moment and then said, "Like a fire lit at night, it may be quickly blown out by the wind, but there are always people who have been illuminated by it."
The silent night wind blew through the road, as if it was blowing through the flickering firelight in the city, and the two of them were speechless for a moment.
"What are the arrangements next?"
After a long time, Ixia straightened up and looked at Si Enji, "Where is Mr. Xito going? Isn't he coming?"
He Ao only sent her a message and did not give her exact words.
Then, as soon as Isiya arrived, Si Enji blocked all her words with the Nighthawk information. It was only at this moment that she calmed down slightly and showed doubts.
"He went to a banquet," Si Enji looked at her and said slowly, "People from the Pollution Cleanup Department should be looking for you everywhere now. Nancheng is chaotic and this place is remote. It is safe here for the time being."
Having said this, he paused, raised his bracelet and operated it. The garage door next to him slowly opened, "I would like to trouble you to take care of Jia Qian."
"Where are you going?"
Isia was a little confused.
"Go to the mayor's palace and visit an old friend."
Si Enji quickly replied.
"Are you going to see the mayor?"
Isia was slightly startled. Although she had only been in St. John City for a short time, she still knew some 'common sense' about St. Jon City. "That lackey of the Kjet Group?"
"No, he's not loyal to anyone,"
Si Enzi looked at the off-road vehicle that drove out of the garage on its own, seeming to recall something from the past, "He is just a lackey of power."
——
Buzz——
The sharp sword sound shook He Ao's eardrums.
A soft sword that almost completely blended into the night was suddenly pulled out from under the table by Driss. The sword moved and cut towards He Ao's neck.
And with the sound of the soft sword surging in the wind, Derris's sharp aura, as if coming out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, also pressed towards He Ao.
This old man who had been on the battlefield for a long time and had been a mercenary when he was young took action without any hesitation.
One second the two of them were chatting and laughing, as if they were old friends for many years, and the next second they were clashing with each other, striking the vital point.
Derris's move was extremely fast, with almost no hesitation, and the force was extremely strong. When the tip of the soft sword rippled, there was a shallow sonic boom, but the sonic boom was not synchronized with the sword body. It is right behind the sword body.
Even though he knew in his heart that He Ao was only a C-level, Driss didn't hold back at all in this move and rowed towards He Ao with all his strength.
An ordinary C-level person could not even catch the movement of Derris's sword, and his head was already missing.
Qiang——
Almost the moment Driss drew his sword, He Ao activated his super memory, suddenly raised his hand, and the handle of the butterfly knife that had not yet been unfolded hit the soft blade, making a crisp impact.
But He Ao's movements did not stop because of this. Instead, he let the handle of the knife scrape the blade, leaned back, and let Derris's sword blade pass along the top of his face.
At the same time, he held the crank handle of the crutch with his other hand, and the silver crutch suddenly lifted up, thrust upward, and held the sharp awl in the hand beside him, preparing to sneak attack from top to bottom to pierce the throat of his staff.
The two of them went back and forth in the blink of an eye.
The blade of the soft sword passed in front of He Ao, and He Ao also blocked Derris' attack, and neither party was injured.
Only the staff member who was attacking was stabbed to death.
He Ao pulled down and pulled out the crutch. With the blood splashing, he sat upright again, "Old brother, your subordinates seem to be a little too anxious."
Although Darius tried his best just now, he was more probing than attacking. If he succeeded, he would be able to kill He Ao with one move. If he failed, he would try He Ao's quality.
Regardless of success or failure, this is not the time for Derris's subordinates to make a sneak attack, because it is easy for He Ao to seize the opportunity to counterattack.
Even if this staff member has already entered C-level for the first time, his strength cannot be underestimated.
"His actions were not part of my plans,"
Driss held his sword in front of him, swinging slightly. He actually had the upper hand in the previous test. He Ao did not directly block his attack, but found a way to dodge it.
Originally, this was a tactical victory that would help him build up a starting momentum in the next battle, but the sudden death of this 'teammate' completely reversed the positions of both parties, making He Ao, who was originally at a disadvantage, lose his momentum. Because he kills people with blood, he has come from behind.
Judging from Driss's performance, it seemed that he did not expect that his pig teammate would come up for a 'sneak attack' at this time.
The C-level staff member probably listened to the conversation between the two and thought that Ho Ao was a C-level, so he came to Driss specifically to help and take credit.
It's just that I didn't help, and it also hindered me.
Driss may have a sneak attack plan, but it is obviously not now.
"I heard that after the Nighthawk incident, there were too many C-class injuries in the Pollution Cleanup Department, so there are no C-classes in St. John City. I thought there really were no C-classes, but I didn't expect you, brother, to hide a lot."
He Ao did not answer Derris's words, but instead smiled.
Splashes of blood intertwined with the red wine rippling on the table.
"The elite C-class is indeed gone, but they are just some crooked people who relied on pollution monsters,"
Driss glanced at the corpse on the ground and said with a calm expression, "I still have quite a few."
Then he raised his hand slightly, and the blade of the sword went upwards, and then suddenly downwards. The terrifying force reached the tip of the sword through his wrist, and the slender soft sword suddenly bent and came towards He Ao's neck.
He Ao had no doubt that the sword would pierce his neck instantly.
In fact, he had used this move against the blood wolf before, and it was the 'Point Sword' that he used to kill the blood wolf. It was just that he used a cane at that time, while Derris used a soft sword at the moment.
Strictly speaking, the greater the bending and change range of a soft sword, the more unexpected the effect. It is the weapon that can best exert the power of the "point sword".
One of the dangers of sword-pointing is that it is difficult to predict, 'point up and strike down', and the reality is uncertain. Once you misjudge, it will be a dead end, and high-level combat only takes a moment, and a late judgment will also be a dead end.
Fortunately, He Ao himself is also good at using such moves, so he judged the purpose of Derris almost the moment Derris made the move.
So he immediately raised the butterfly knife in his hand, and following his movements, the butterfly knife spread its wings, revealing its sharp blade, which just happened to hold the soft sword coming.
There was no evasion or use of force in this move. As the sound of two weapons colliding was heard, He Ao's hand moved, and cracks spread instantly on the floor under his feet.
When He Ao came up just now, he discovered that the floor of the Pollution Cleaning Division's rooftop seemed to have been specially reinforced to prevent someone from falling from the sky and breaking through the defense.
Even an ordinary C-class requires full strength to destroy such a hard floor.
But only after He Ao mobilized the energy in his body with his boxing skills to resolve part of the force, the remaining impact still left cracks on the hard floor.
Of course, He Ao took Derris's attack this time with the intention of testing Derris's strength.
And he got the results he wanted.
Driss is very strong, and the strength he currently displays is about one-third stronger than the strength boosted by He'ao Boxing and Super Memory.
Converted into physical fitness, Driss has a basic physical fitness of at least 3300.
"Ixia actually gave you this knife."
Derris drew his sword and turned around. He looked at the butterfly knife in He Ao's hand and sighed with a smile, "I guessed at that time that her grandfather was building a special 'magic weapon', but he was unwilling to sell it to me. In the end, he just You made this soft sword for me, and you can get this 'magic weapon'. It seems that Ixia really likes you."
At this moment, the two of them were not actually fighting, but were testing each other's strength.
Both people have a judgment on the other's fighting ability.
Overall, Ho-Ao is weaker.
After all, the basic strength displayed by Derris is much higher than He Ao's peak strength.
What's more, He Ao can only maintain that kind of peak strength for ten seconds. He can only seek a quick victory and only have the opportunity to win a quick victory.
Among the information left by Nighthawk, there is actually some investigation by Nighthawk about Driss's strength.
Nighthawk suspected that Driss's talent sequence might be 'Talent Sequence 169: Punishment Knight', which was a talent sequence that sounded like a fighting name.
Nighthawk did not find the ability of the Retribution Knight, but he found the prerequisite C-level talent sequence of the Retribution Knight, 'Talent Sequence 97: Priest'.
Judging from the names of these two talent sequences, the 'Punishing Knight' may have the ability to communicate with the gods.
This means that Driss may still be in a state where he can further rely on the power of the gods.
Judging from Nighthawk's information and the sporadic information collected by Eve, Driss has almost never been defeated. He has experienced many brutal battles, but he finally came out.
He even went deep into the wilderness and physically fought against Class B beasts.
This powerful power can be seen from the fact that with one move, he almost knocked out Nighthawk, who had learned fighting for generations and was also a 'Martial Master'.
He Ao's two attacks just now, if his movements were even a moment later, or even if it was an ordinary C-level, he would have been killed on the spot.
However, Driss actually affirmed He Ao's strength, otherwise he would not have suddenly drawn his sword and used the weapon.
"It's not like, it's trust."
He Ao glanced at the bookshelf behind Driss. He stood up slowly and inserted the butterfly knife into the crutch. Then he turned the crank, and a delicate spear appeared in his hand.
He is very aware of the strength gap between himself and Driss. This is his strongest enemy so far, but he is not afraid.
Warriors are just born to die.
"Old brother, I haven't seen a hero as courageous as you for a long time. It's a pity that we are all old."
Driss also stood up slightly. He swung the soft sword in his hand and looked at He Ao. The oppressive feeling of being invincible after walking out of the mountain of corpses and fighting in the sea of blood came again.
"I will place a bouquet of the best flowers on your grave."
I'm a little confused, let me sort it out
(End of chapter)
