Chapter 428 When did you have the illusion that you were still alive?
“Kouhei kouhei kouhei…”
As soon as I approached the place where the smell of blood came from, I heard the laughter of at least ten more palace maids.
"I never thought that Administrator Bob's youngest son would be a dragonborn. Ephirtis Solo, come with us and tell us Administrator Bob's conspiracy against this city."
The word "Dragonborn" attracted Mo Cheng's attention. He approached stealthily with light steps. There were a lot of piled up debris in the alley, which could effectively conceal his figure.
This kind of environment is a natural advantage for someone like Mo Cheng who has excellent stealth skills, but for someone who is surrounded and has less strength than his opponent, this kind of environment is a real nightmare place where even escape will be slowed down.
After quietly approaching, I saw a young couple surrounded by a group of burly men.
The young men and women were handsome and the women were beautiful. Judging from their clothes, they must be children of wealthy families. The strong men were all holding weapons and smelled of blood. They were obviously a group of desperate criminals with blood on their hands.
No matter how you look at this kind of scene, you feel that some 18+ scenes will be performed next, and the titles should be "There were many fierce men on the street, I violated them" or "I violated the girl facing her" which are obviously not titles that appear in serious movies.
(This is a poor translation by Baidu Translator, just understand the meaning.)
The young man named Ephialtis clenched his fists. He knew that this was a conspiracy, a conspiracy to bring down his father Bob Thoreau.
Not everyone can send a sixth-tier [Elite] team to block him in this alley. Only the private armed forces of the same noble family can have such a team with similar strength, complementary professions and no vacant positions.
Moreover, Ephialtes also smelled the smell of blood on the other party, which was the smell of a guy who had been carrying out killing missions for a long time and had no regard for human life.
"Ha, Ephialtes, you want to fight us?"
Noticing Ephialtis clenching his fists, the captain of the group couldn't help but grin , with an undisguised mockery, "Administrator Bob's youngest son, a well-known loser in the aristocratic circle, wants to fight us?"
There is no way I can beat him.
Ephialtis knew about this, but he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. If he was captured, he would become his father's weakness, and the people behind him ...
Thinking of the person behind him, Ephialtes gritted his teeth and clenched his fists even harder. He couldn't help but blame himself for not being able to control himself and running out to look for someone after issuing the [Silent] warning.
What annoyed him even more was his pitifully weak strength. Even though he was a dragonborn, the purity and strength of his blood only made his sickly body a little healthier since childhood.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Unable to escape or fight, Ephialtes made a wise choice. His only hope was that his father and elder brother would discover that he had sneaked out and send someone to look for him.
Before that, no matter what the other party asks, you must grit your teeth and persevere even if you are tortured.
The only thing he could be thankful for was that his reputation as a weak and useless person was well known in the aristocratic circles, and whoever captured him would have to consider his health.
His fragile body could not withstand the harsh torture, and the physical condition that he once hated became his life-saving talisman.
"But you have to let her go. She has nothing to do with this."
Ephialtes pointed at the woman behind him. He knew what would happen to him if he was captured, so he absolutely could not let her follow him into the devil's cave.
"idiot!"
"fool!"
The captain and Mo Cheng both commented on Eifeltis's actions. When one is powerless and at the mercy of others, any request he makes will be a weakness.
From Mo Cheng's point of view, Ephialtes's actions were undoubtedly telling the other party that my weakness was her, and if they caught her and forced her to confess, I promised to confess everything.
"That won't do."
There was no desire to continue talking. The captain waved his hand and the team members slowly approached the two. When the situation was under control and the opponent was completely defeated, there was no need to communicate or negotiate with the opponent.
The two people who were surrounded had no possibility of breaking out.
But at this moment, a burst of singing was heard in the alley.
"I love you for walking alone in the dark alley, I love you for not kneeling, I love you for facing despair and refusing to cry..."
"who?!"
Everyone was immediately on alert. The captain looked behind him and saw a guy in white slowly walking out of the darkness.
The man was humming an unknown tune and walking casually. It seemed as if his whole body was full of flaws as he walked. The captain, who was well versed in how to kill people, even saw four or five fatal flaws in those few steps.
But the captain did not take action, but watched cautiously.
The intuition honed from countless battles told him that those flaws were fatal, fatal to him.
"Aren't you going to sing along?"
After Mo Cheng hummed a few lines, he found that no one agreed with him, so he stopped wanting to continue singing, "You really have no musical talent."
"This is a matter between nobles. Please do not get involved."
The captain didn't say anything else, just mentioned that this was a matter between nobles, but he didn't specify which noble was behind him.
"I can't do that."
For Mo Cheng, who wanted to establish sufficient connection with the Dragon Worship Cult, the dragonborn in front of him who was in danger and was from a noble family would be a good springboard, whether he wanted to use the other party's identity to contact the Dragon Worship Cult or the nobles.
As soon as he finished speaking, the team in the alley suddenly started to fight. There was no words spoken, only a tacit understanding that was beyond ordinary people.
Facing the enemies who were attacking his vital points, Mo Cheng closed his eyes slightly and exclaimed, "You dare to swing your sword against the strong. That's a good fighting spirit."
"But, what gave you the illusion that you were still alive?"
With these words, everyone stopped abruptly.
Then a piece of iron fell to the ground, it was a fragment of a broken weapon.
The sound was like a signal. The alley began to emit the sound of iron objects falling one after another, and then...
“Shh!”
With a sound like cloth being torn apart, the human body began to tear apart and blood spurted onto the wall.
Then, this group of people were like rag dolls that were violently torn into dozens of pieces in an instant. Blood, limbs, and flesh covered the walls and the ground of the alley. Blood became the only color here.
It's like hell.
The White Grim Reaper who created this hell was approaching them step by step, in front of the terrified eyes of the two remaining people.
