"I have been counting since ten minutes ago. The number of heartbeats in the entire Hall of Valor is fifty-six. But now, suddenly there are twelve more." Seeing no reaction, Caesar raised the phoenix decorated on the handle of the gun with both hands. The desert eagle on the family emblem looks towards a blank direction with firm and deep eyes.
He can identify each person by their heartbeat frequency, and can naturally keep track of the eleven new heartbeats that appear.
Of course, this requires extremely high brain computing power and memory. Besides, there was no one there, but there was an obvious heartbeat that Kamaita detected.
"The sense of smell is as sharp as that of a hunting dog." A female voice sounded mocking. Yanling Mingzhao, liberated twelve people wearing black combat uniforms, complete with hoods and masks, holding mini submachine guns in their hands, and wearing two-foot-long close-quarters swords at their waists.
They looked around, obviously surprised by their sudden appearance on such an occasion. The besieging students were also stunned. They should have fired immediately, but the formation of these people in a circle was too weird, like a mating dance on an African tribe.
"Go away, why are you so close to me now?" The only woman in the center of the team pushed away a companion next to her.
The twelve people immediately dispersed and used rows of oak benches to cover their bodies. The personnel arranged by the student union swarmed in, and for a while, the dense and dark gun barrels were poked out one after another, casting a dragnet.
The two sides fell into a confrontation. Caesar was slightly surprised that the captain of the invaders was a woman.
She was wearing a tight-fitting black combat uniform, which highlighted her perfect body lines. Even if she was on the opposite side, her beauty could not be ignored.
The woman skillfully held her scattered black hair with both hands and tied it into a ponytail with a black hairband. There were silver butterfly hairpins on both sides of her hair.
She was the only one among the intruders who showed her face, and her overly beautiful face made a deep impression on everyone present.
"You seem familiar." Caesar stared at the woman in black in front of him and said doubtfully.
"When a man sees a beautiful woman, he will say that I have met this sister before to take the opportunity to get closer." The woman's red lips slightly opened and she retorted.
But Caesar just frowned slightly, his ice blue eyes filled with scrutiny. He has not read "A Dream of Red Mansions", so he doesn't know the origin of this joke, but he also knows that this sentence has a strong sense of ridicule.
So he politely waited for the woman to tie up her hair, then raised the Desert Eagle in both hands and loaded the bullets on both sides at the same time.
"Give me time for a song." The extremely beautiful woman took out a mobile phone from her pocket and placed it gently on the bench, and the melodious music from it came out.
"Titoli." Caesar raised his eyebrows. He had obviously heard of the duel between the two sides in western movies.
"Stop the music, let's begin." The woman looked at Caesar and smiled.
"Are you delaying the time for the person who left the team?" Caesar asked with a smile. The area that Kamamaita opened was far wider than they imagined, and he could detect someone leaving the team in the dark.
"The perception is so sharp! She is a girl with three zero degrees, always a cold face, and she is heading towards your church." The woman praised that the 2 minutes and 56 seconds of music were enough for them to talk a few words.
"Is there only one person? That's a pity. In fact, I don't mind if a few more of you come to help."
"From your description, it seems that he has a very similar temperament to the one who guards the church. I'm looking forward to their meeting." Caesar knew that the woman was stalling for time, but he still chatted with her.
I have to say, it is a kind of proud self-confidence. The dark red-haired girl wearing a light purple skirt and pure white lace gloves also held a miniature submachine gun and stood next to the crowd like a real warrior.
"You seem to care about her a lot. Could it be that she is your little girlfriend?" Mai Shude was very keenly aware of Caesar's eyes casually looking at the girl and making fun of her.
During the battle, words can disrupt the opponent's mind.
"Tap!" The mini-submachine gun fired two Frigga bullets in succession, splashing two shallow craters on the floor in front of Mai Shutoku, accompanied by anesthetic mist as red as blood.
"I can't control her." Caesar spread his shoulders helplessly. The only girl who could make him helpless was the red-haired witch Nono.
Mai Shutoku still stood where she was, looking at the girl in the purple skirt with an increasingly thrilling smile.
"What a hot girl. She needs to be trained well." The woman whistled softly. Unknowingly, this whistle song is coming to an end.
The chilling atmosphere between the two sides continued to heat up, and they were both silently counting the last seconds.
"Stab!" The sharp sound of breaking wind cut through the air at the moment when the music stopped, and there was a sharp sound.
Three dark kunai with a metallic cold luster shot out in front of the rostrum, like light and electricity.
Mai Shutoku's goal is very clear: to capture the thief first, capture the king. But Caesar's figure disappeared suddenly. No, he jumped up on the solid wood table, and his body rolled 360 degrees in the air.
During the fall, the two Desert Eagles in his hands roared and fired large-caliber Frigga bullets, which fired twice in one second, almost reaching the limit of the firearms' endurance.
Four of the intruders who hid behind the oak benches and stretched out their mini-submachine guns fell to the ground. The powerful bullets hit their chests after penetrating the wooden boards, staining their dark combat uniforms red.
Nuonuo held two submachine guns, facing the bullets coming from the opposite side without dodging, and kept firing.
He really has the spirit of a red-haired little pepper. Another kunai left Shutoku Mai's hand and shot towards the girl in an extremely weird arc trajectory at high speed.
"Da!" In the slow field of view, just when the girl couldn't dodge and the kunai was almost touching her face and wiping out blood, a large-caliber rotating metal bullet accurately hit its sharp edge.
There was a loud sound of sparks flying, and Nono took a half step back, but was not injured. Not far away, Caesar, who had already landed, was holding a golden desert eagle in his right hand, and the muzzle seemed to be emitting hot smoke.
Nono should be allowed to leave first. The blond young man thought to himself. At this time, the war in the Hall of Valor has begun.
Frigga bullets were flying everywhere, and students were constantly shot and fell to the ground, their chests covered with dazzling red.
"Norma, turn off the lights." Caesar had obviously found out that Likudo Mai had a fighting intention of rescuing the enemy. He couldn't just save Nono every time, otherwise he would only lose their vision advantage.
With Caesar's authority, Norma quickly responded to his instructions.
"The lights in the hall will go out in five seconds, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." With the countdown of a cold female voice, all the lights in the Hall of Heroes went out, and they were plunged into pitch black.
"Take out your cold weapons, the close combat has begun." Caesar shouted loudly. In such a dense and dark environment, stray bullets can easily knock down his own people.
No one but him could thrive in the dark. The cold and crisp sound of drawing a knife resounded in the lobby, including people from the student union and intruders.
Caesar spreads his arms like eagle wings, and this will be the battlefield dominated by him! Dick pushed Duoyu out of the sheath immediately. In the dark environment, the blond man was still running at high speed, swinging the knife with all his strength.
In the darkness, a row of oak benches was cut in half, sawdust flew, and the jet-black hunting knife finally struck the cold metal. The blade was only one foot away from a hidden intruder.
"Go and help others." The woman shouted angrily at her companion. She pulled out the long sword from behind her straight back and blocked the blow for her teammate in time.
The guy who survived nodded repeatedly and staggered away with the knife.
"A good alchemical weapon." Judging from the trembling frequency of the weapon and the metallic trembling sound after Dictado came into contact with it, this sword was definitely extraordinary.
"The name of the sword is Budo Yuhun." Mai Shutoku told the man the name of this weapon without hesitation. In the darkness, Caesar's brows couldn't help but raise. Of course he had heard of this famous Japanese sword.
This is also a sword with great fame in legends, and it is also a controversial one. Japan's Ishigami Shrine and Kashima Shrine both promote and enshrine this famous sword passed down from generation to generation.
But it's here now. The domain of the Word Spirit Kamitachi began to increase extremely, countless wind monsters were raging, and Caesar's hearing senses were greatly increased.
He was using the woman's heartbeat to determine the specific location. But suddenly, the heartbeat of the woman in front of him disappeared.
Caesar suddenly realized something was wrong. The next second, two sharp blasts of wind brought a sharp whistling sound, and Caesar recognized that the sound was caused by the silver hairpins in the woman's hair.
The long sword sliced through the darkness at lightning speed, cutting the air silently but with extremely terrifying power, enough to separate people's bodies and heads.
"Cang!" Caesar raised his sword, and the sound of violent metal collision resounded. He finally caught the sound of the sword falling and reacted quickly.
The muscles all over the man's body tensed up in an instant, and Caesar furiously swung his sword with extreme ferocity.
Even the wooden benches were broken apart one after another in front of him. Fortunately, the Budu Soul Sword blade in the woman's hand is long enough, and when paired with the sword's jaw, it can form a stable lever, and its strength increases several times to make up for her lack of strength.
Dazzling arc sparks burst out when the long sword and hunting knife collided, like the bright light emitted by a small electric welding.
An occasional burst of light illuminates this slender, straight sword, pointing all the way down through the frosty frost. This is a gorgeous, slender and elegant sword. Yellow vines wrap around the slender hilt, extending out an extremely narrow, sharp, sharp and cold blade.
"Ho!" Mai Shutoku let out a loud sound, clenched the hilt of the knife with both hands, and quickly raised the long sword of Fudu Yuhun upward, like a bright silver light suddenly rising from the void.
Dictado in Caesar's hand also cut across, and collided heavily with Budu Yuhun. The sharp blade cut out clusters of sparks.
They looked at each other, but it was not affectionate and affectionate, but ferocious as they were raising their swords to kill the enemy. In the dark environment, the woman was lying very low, like a female leopard waiting for an ambush.
Press the ground with one hand, push your right foot heavily on the ground, and wave out the Butu Yuhun with your backhand. Caesar has always used Western swordsmanship and learned the master strike of the medieval German sword master Richard Naer.
The core of this kind of swordsmanship is to attack and defend at the same time. Generally speaking, if you cut him, he will cut, and if you stab him, he will stab.
Caesar slashed his sword like this, all the way down the sword blade, intending to cut in front of Shutoku Mai.
The long sword poked out from Caesar's waist and abdomen, narrowly avoiding the vital point due to his calculations, and the black hunting knife was about to fall.
Mai Shutoku pressed her left hand on the hilt of the sword, and the Fudu Tamatsuma that was lifted up suddenly slanted through a sharp arc and cut towards Caesar's waist.
"Ding!" The blond young man easily deflected the sword, but lost the previous fierce offensive. The battle situation once again became tense. Men in white formal suits and women in black combat uniforms kept swinging knives and swords in front of them. The speed was so fast and the frequency was staggering.
Caesar kicked the oak chair next to him and retreated. The next second, while still in the air, he took out two Desert Eagles from his pocket, and fired Frigga bullets one after another.
In the darkness, an intruder was shot and fell on his back. Countless fine bullets were combined into a net that spread out, surrounding many people in the field.
When the lights came back on, only Caesar and Mai Shudori were left standing. Nono was also hit in the calf by a Frigga bullet and fainted leaning against the oak chair.
The two of them held the knife or sword and kept their eyes on each other. This time, they were going to make a real move.
In the empty room of the church, someone opened the door, making a creaking sound, and the sound of calm footsteps began to spread.
The visitor paused in the center of the church and looked at the door in front of him with indifferent eyes. Under the dim light, a cold boy in black clothes and black trousers opened the door of the confessional and walked out.
The intruder was a very beautiful girl, 1.6 meters tall and with a curvy figure. She just stood there with an expressionless face, like a reserved student in class.
She didn't carry any weapons. If she weren't wearing a dark combat uniform, she would look more like a student.
"Are you a Sanwu girl?" Chu Zihang was a little surprised by the appearance of the visitor, and a little unsure.
"She said yes!" The girl said with an indifferent attitude.
"But I am also your opponent." The girl's next words made Chu Zihang look solemn.
The boy put down the cell phone that was used to communicate with Caesar, and slowly held the slender black-sheathed Japanese sword in his hand. After taking off his contact lenses, he opened his golden eyes that were as shocking as a ghost, like a Rakshasa in the dark night.
"Because of this appearance, do you stay to face the enemy alone?" Sanwu Girl asked.
"yes."
"Don't you feel very contradictory?" the girl asked next. He is a heretic in the eyes of others, but he prides himself on guarding ridiculous justice.
"No." Chu Zihang's firm reply moved the Sanwu girl.
"I have seen real monsters. Compared with him, I admit that I can accept it." Heretics will only have a sense of identity when they meet similar people. Chu Zihang originally thought that he was lonely, but when he met Li Longyuan, he gradually began to understand Get rid of these thoughts.
"I really want to see it." Sanwu girl sighed and nodded. In the library monitoring room, Manstein and Guderian looked at the scene in front of them in shock.
What are their beloved students doing now? It's either a duel with a girl-gentleman, or he hasn't done it yet.
"Have you ever felt that the other party is not very anxious?" Schneider touched his chin thoughtfully.
"Unless they are stalling for time." Guderian blurted out.
"We seem to have relaxed our guard on the library a little bit." Schneider quickly called up the surveillance in front of the library. A large number of cameras were shattered, and the surveillance screen showed rustling snowflakes.
In the still clear picture, scattered motorcycles gathered together with roars. They actually planned to storm the library!
"It's over, you're careless." Manstein struggled to load the pistol, cursing, and now it was up to them old guys to charge.
