"Are you really going to do this?" On the rooftop, Shikodi clasped her hands behind her back and lowered her gaze.
In her sight, Caesar eagerly drove the global limited edition Bugatti out of the hotel.
"Don't forget our ultimate goal." Shikodi said calmly.
Her pale golden curls were swaying slightly, but there was no wind flowing around her.
Even the falling snow in the sky would disappear quietly when it entered the area where she was, as if it was swallowed up by darkness, without causing any waves.
Behind Shikodi are Meyer and α.
One is a legendary figure of Rothschild, and his deeds are still talked about by financial giants and business tycoons from all walks of life.
The other is Gattuso's oldest founder. He once controlled the wealth of most of Europe's underground world, and could be said to cover the sky with one hand.
Now, the two legendary and mysterious people stood respectfully behind Shikodi.
They even pretended not to hear Shikodi's words.
"That's all we can do." The woman who answered Shikoti was standing half a step in front of her.
The woman was wearing a gothic-style black gauze dress, and her light blue pupils looked a bit enchanting.
She and Shikodi were like twins, looking almost exactly the same.
If it weren't for the different clothes on their bodies, it would be difficult for ordinary people to tell their identities.
One of the three goddesses of destiny, Ulder, controls the past and weaves the thread of life.
"You go and do what you should do." Wood looked back at Meyer and α, "If it succeeds, I will be happy to see the birth of a new king."
"The new era belongs to us after all." α said, and Meyer slowly backed away and left here.
Shikodi glanced at α and Meyer who had disappeared, and said calmly, as if telling a matter of course, "They will not succeed."
"At least before failure, human beings can always rejoice, right?" Wu De was noncommittal.
"Heh." Shikodi sarcastically said, "Doing this will only make Him discover our actions."
"There is only one final throne." The emotion on Shikodi's face subsided and she became extremely serious, "Do you think He will give it up?"
Wu De straightened the gauze gloves on his hands, "Of course he wouldn't, otherwise he wouldn't have been willing to lose half of his strength to split into another independent entity, and even after being betrayed, he wouldn't have learned the lesson. , creating four great monarchs again."
"His ambition has never been appeased."
Wu De half-squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand to pinch a snowflake. "We are born to chase the ultimate power and power. If we are not careful..."
Wu De blew gently, and the snowflake on her fingertips completely dissipated. "If you are not careful, you will disappear like this snowflake into the dark night full of ambition."
"If it's so dangerous, why do you still do this?" Shikoti asked.
Wu De gently flicked his fingertips to flick off the fine snow flakes on it. A dangerous arc loomed in his light blue pupils, "Who said, we are all betrayers?"
"As a rebellious minister, you must be prepared to be punished."
"Either we dye the blades in our hands red with the opponent's blood, or we shed every last drop of blood under the opponent's sword."
"Now that the demons we locked in hell have broken free and begun to attack us, let us, once again, lock Satan in hell."
Shikodi couldn't help but look sideways, looked at Wu De and said, "It seems that we are more like demons, right?"
"Only the one who wins in the end will say that whoever is a devil is a devil." Wu De's eyes were full of majesty.
"Besides, before He took back His own authority, He was still a little short of us after all." Wood's gaze fell on a certain floor of the hotel through the heavy wind and snow, and he said lightly,
"Guess, how will He choose our invitation?"
"I think we need to give him a meeting gift to maintain the friendship between us, just like the first time we collaborated."
Thinking of the past, Wood couldn't help but sigh, "It was such a pleasant collaboration."
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hotel.
Nuonuo fell asleep in a daze.
She didn't know if she had a cold, but her head felt a little heavy.
In his daze, Nono had another dream.
The nightmare that had not appeared for a long time struck again.
Odin, wrapped in a shroud, held up a huge scythe and drew away his mother's soul.
This time, after Odin took away his mother's soul, he did not give up. Instead, he opened a vertical pupil and looked at her.
Odin's vertical pupil seemed to have some kind of magic power, imprisoning her body.
Nono clearly knew that he was having a nightmare.
She urged herself to wake up and almost bit her tongue off.
But no matter how much she struggled in her dream, she remained indifferent.
Her body was pulled towards Odin bit by bit, towards the pale, terrifying monster wrapped in a shroud.
"Eye!"
"Give me your eyes!"
In the nightmare, a ghostly voice that makes the soul tremble comes from under the layers of shrouds.
Odin stretched out his hand and grabbed Nono's head.
The moment the hand grabbed Nono, it decomposed into strips of white shroud, wrapping Nono tightly in circles like a rice dumpling, wrapping her whole body into a mummy.
The huge fear caused Nono's real body to tremble involuntarily. Under her closed eyelids, her eyes were spinning rapidly, as if they were about to fly out.
At the same time, a vague murmur came from her ears.
The murmur was noisy and distorted, like messy lines constantly intruding into her ears, conducting from the bones to the auditory nerves, constantly instilling complex knowledge into her mind.
And with layers of shrouds wrapped around him, Nono felt as if his mind was going to explode, and it also seemed extremely dull and suffocating.
"no, do not want!"
The torture and fear I have suffered since childhood were magnified to the extreme at this moment.
She didn't want to become that person who was neither human nor ghost.
She shouted crazily in her heart.
Who can, save her? !
Even though he knew it was a lie and that he was dreaming, Nono was still tortured by this feeling of depression and suffocation until he almost collapsed.
No one can understand the fear in her heart these years.
These fears were infinitely magnified at this moment.
She didn't understand why, she didn't have the spirit of speech.
If, if she also had a spirit of speech, would things be different?
Nono's consciousness began to fade in the nightmare.
But when she lost consciousness, her heartbeat began to beat violently.
Wrapped up in layers of shrouds, Nono suddenly opened his eyes.
ancient.
majesty.
Solemn.
And without a trace of emotion.
Nono, lit up the golden eyes in the nightmare!
As the golden eyes lit up, the layers of shrouds surrounding her instantly shattered.
As the golden pupils lit up in the nightmare, Nono opened his eyes almost simultaneously in reality.
The golden eyes burning like lava dispelled the darkness in the entire room.
Her face was grim.
At the same time, under her fair skin, black scales pierced the flesh and came out from under the skin.
It was also at this time that the entire magnetic field in London suddenly suffered strong interference, but quickly disappeared.
