The heavy grip of the revolver instantly knocked the old soldier to the ground. In the last second before the old soldier fainted, he saw those blood-red eyes. "Intruder!!" The drunk soldier stood up and shouted, and just as he was about to reach for his pistol, Perlis threw the revolver in her hand and hit him on the head. "what..." The soldier's unconscious body hit the table, overturning it. The wine glass on the table fell to the ground and was broken into pieces with a messy sound. The lavender wine splashed on the carpet like blood. Everything happened so fast that the other soldiers at the table hurriedly stood up after realizing what was happening, and dazedly searched for their guns. Most of them were already tipsy and swaying, unable to stand steadily, let alone aim their guns. "A bunch of drunkards..." Faced with the rotten scene in front of her, Perlis shook her sleeves lightly, and the butterfly knife that had been unfolded was quietly grasped in her hand, and the factor bracelet on her wrist was turning. Then, she quickly ended this one-sided massacre—— “Swoosh—swoosh—swoosh—swoosh—”
As Perlis quickly flashed past each soldier, blood splattered along with the flash of red light. When Perlis stopped, everyone was chopped to the ground with screams. Some covered their injured arms, some covered their injured thighs, and almost everyone lost consciousness instantly. "Hey, you guys are so noisy... You're just trying to steal a drink, right...?" Hearing voices behind her, Perlis decisively picked up a knife from the table and threw it towards the source of the sound without hesitation, hitting the guard who pushed the door open from the banquet hall in the abdomen. "Uh-huh..." The guard covered his stomach in shock, his body swayed and he fell to the ground, his body twitching unnaturally. In just a few tens of seconds, all the legionnaires in the room lost their combat capability. Perlis looked around and saw that everyone in the hall was wailing and covering their wounds. The decadent banquet instantly turned into a wailing meeting of the soldiers. The legionnaires who had been boasting loudly before were screaming louder than each other beside the warm fireplace, as if they were afraid that others did not know how much pain they were in. "It's really stupid to be so careless..." Perlis looked at the pile of giant force armor that had been taken off to the side and sighed helplessly. "Don't be so stubborn. Put the gun down." After saying that, Perlis glanced back slightly. Behind her, Tom was wearing a complete set of giant armor, with a shotgun in his hand pointing at the back of Perlis' head. "Do not." Tom's hand was shaking as he held the gun, but he showed no sign of backing down. As soon as Perlis opened the cellar door, Tom quickly crawled under the dining table. While Perlis was fighting with the legion soldiers, he quickly put on the giant armor. "You are very smart, so smart that you are somewhat out of tune with this group of drunkards..." Pearlis muttered, slowly turned around and faced Tom. Her fair and slender little hands were just casually playing with the butterfly knife, but this scene seemed very creepy in Tom's eyes. "Do we have to fight? They are injured. If you don't help treat their wounds, they might die, right?" "The men of Thebite will not surrender, stop talking nonsense," Thom said viciously, but his hand holding the gun was shaking, "For unity (Thebite)..." "Then... as you wish..." Perlis said as she pointed the butterfly knife at Tom, and the two confronted each other in the hall.
Time passed minute by minute, and Tom stared at the girl holding a knife in front of him with tense nerves. Something in her red eyes made Tom feel an indescribable discomfort, and he could not pull the trigger. The girl in front of him looked much younger than him. Why was that? Was it because she was a little girl? Or was it because... Did he know that he had no chance of winning? Thom gritted his teeth and crushed all his thoughts between his teeth. If he retreated now, then he would have no use protecting Thebeth. Just as Tom was about to pull the trigger, a white shadow flashed by, and before he could react, Perlis had already arrived in front of him, the butterfly knife in her hand spinning dizzily - “Swoosh—swoosh—swoosh—” In an instant, the shotgun in Tom's hand was chopped into several pieces of glowing red fragments. Time seemed to slow down. Tom looked at the shotgun in his hand being torn apart by the butterfly knife flashing with strong factor energy in shock. He looked at the girl's blood-red eyes staring at her coldly. Her elegant posture did not look like a battle, but more like some kind of dance. Without waiting for Tom to make the next move, Perlis quickly used her butterfly knife to slash at every connecting part of Tom's giant armor. It was accurate and fast. Several dazzling red lights flashed, and before Tom realized what was happening, he was kicked to the ground by Perlis. "Ugh!... Damn it..." Tom covered his sore buttocks and tried to stand up with the support of the exoskeleton of the giant armor, but he could not feel the giant armor. He looked down and found that the giant armor on his body had been chopped into a pile of fragments, scattered into a pile of scrap metal, and fell to the ground in a mess, with the melted cross-section glowing red. Tom turned his head in a daze. With the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air, a blade flashing red light was right in front of his throat. If he moved forward a little more, he would be killed by Perlis's knife. "enough." The fireplace was crackling, and in the warm atmosphere with a bit of desolation, the boy sitting on the ground looked at the girl holding a sharp knife, and the two pairs of eyes of different colors looked at each other. Tom stared at the bloodshot eyes, the bloodshot eyes that belonged to the "brutal invader" in his cognition, and he quietly waited for death to come. However, Perlis just stared at him for a while, then put away the butterfly knife in her hand and turned away. Tom was a little confused. He couldn't understand the situation in front of him, and couldn't understand why Perlis let him go. "why?" Looking at the back, Tom murmured, Perlis did not turn her head, so he yelled: "Hey! Wait! Why are you..." Aren't the federal invaders evil? Don't all federal people deserve to die? Why did the federal people in front of me let me go? Perlis turned around slowly and only glanced at Thom: "Probably to satisfy some idiot's childish request." Then, as Tom stared in amazement, Perlis slowly walked up the spiral staircase leading to the second floor and disappeared from his sight. ...... 5) The one who abandons, the one who is abandoned (Part 6) "Something that belongs to you?" In the wine cellar, the legion soldiers were confronting Pace and his group. The bald man in the lead looked at Pace who was holding a revolver, and after seeing his black hair and black pupils, he showed a contemptuous smile. "You scum of the Monark family, you are standing in Venia Irenforno's territory. What is here that belongs to you? Is it your family's grave?" Veins popped up on Pace's forehead, and his hand holding the gun began to tremble. Seeing that he was enraged, the bald man smiled triumphantly and continued to provoke:
"You don't think you have a chance of taking back the manor, do you? So what are you doing here? To steal the wine? That's understandable... The stuff you brewed in that shabby tavern down the mountain shouldn't be drinkable, right?" Pace lowered his head slightly so that no one could see his eyes. He forced himself to stand there motionless, suppressing the anger in his heart. Can't be irritated by him, think about how she fights. The light figure in front of the Saint-Hilary Hotel emerged in Pace's mind. He remembered the indifferent and light look of Perlis when she was fighting, and the free posture that was between life and death. Stay calm, observe calmly and wait for him to reveal his flaws. However, the bald man's next words directly hit Pace's heart, breaking the psychological defense he had worked so hard to build: "You know, when the federal soldiers broke into your house, your father begged us not to touch his daughter, hahahahaha!" In an instant, Pace's mind went blank. All the plans in his mind disappeared like bubbles. Only one picture remained in his mind, the picture he saw that day: The body lying beside the fireplace... "...It was really cool when that federal guy took action..." The bald man talked about the scene of slaughtering Monark's family. At this time, the words of another white shadow appeared in Pace's mind: "Tell me, where does your self-righteous kindness come from?" Like gasoline being ignited, Pes' eyes suddenly widened with sparks burning in his black pupils. He aimed at the bald man desperately and pulled the trigger: "Bam—" A large-caliber bullet hit the bald man's chest, creating a groove in the steel plate of the giant armor. The smug expression on the bald man's face had not completely disappeared before it turned into surprise. But this shot was not enough to kill the bald man. He spat out a mouthful of blood and then pointed the shotgun in his hand at Pace. Pace only had time to see two black muzzles of the guns. He had no time to - "Young master!" "Bam—" A figure flew over and knocked Pace to the ground, followed by a gunshot and a burst of chaotic shouting. Pace was thrown to the ground, and his head hit the ground, making his eyes go black. In a daze, something flowed onto his face... Pace forced himself to stay conscious. He gently brushed his cheek with one hand, and then put his hand in front of himself. The bright red color instantly sobered him up: is blood. Pace's mind went blank. He raised his head slightly and found that a servant of the Monarch family was lying on him. His back had been turned into a piece of rotten flesh by the large-caliber shotgun bullets. The lifeless eyes of the dead were looking at Pace. Some people were roaring, some were shouting "No!", and some were wailing, but Pace could not hear anything. The whites of the servant's eyes had turned red, and blood even flowed out of his eye sockets and dripped onto Pace's clothes, dyeing his coat bright red like some fine dye. Death...Death...Death... "Tell me, where does your self-righteous kindness come from?" It was like a raging fire ignited in Pess's mind. He suddenly felt that everything around him had returned. Pess pushed the body of the servant away from him and slowly got up. The wine cellar in front of him was already in a melee. The servants of the Monarch family were fighting with the giant armored soldiers with weapons. I don't know if it was because of drunkenness or because they didn't expect that there would be enemies in the cellar. Except for the bald man, no other soldiers carried guns. But even so, the servants of the Monarch family were in a completely crushed state. Those small-caliber guns could not penetrate the giant armor. After running out of bullets, they besieged a giant armored soldier with two or three people, but they were still beaten to a pulp. Vans was wearing a giant strength armor, waving his arms clumsily as he fought with another legionnaire. It seemed that he was at a complete disadvantage and was being beaten back by the legionnaire who had undergone giant strength armor training. Passing through the battlefield, Pace saw the bald man who had just finished reloading his shotgun. The bald man glanced around the crowd and then aimed the shotgun at Vans who was wearing the giant armor. Seeing this, Pace roared:
"Don't fucking touch my brother!" After saying that, Pace pulled the trigger. With a "bang", the large-caliber bullet hit the steel plate of the bald man's arm, and the shotgun in his hand fell to the ground. Pace aimed at the bald man again, but the bald man walked straight through the crowd and rushed towards Pace. Before Pace could shoot, he swung his mechanical arm and knocked the revolver in Pace's hand to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are, little bastard?" The bald man roared at Pace, and the two began to fight. The bald man's punches were very powerful, and his mechanical arm covered with giant force armor made a "booming" sound when punching. Pace had to dodge left and right, looking for opportunities to attack, but no matter how flexible his exoskeleton armor was, he could not escape the bald man who was experienced in giant force armor battles. As the bald man quickly seized Pace's weakness, he hammered Pace's stomach with his fist covered in steel armor. "Ugh!" Pace was beaten so hard that he took two steps back. A sharp pain came from his stomach, accompanied by a painful feeling of nausea. Pace bent over and retched, but what he vomited was blood. The MK23 "Fighter" abandoned the steel plates on its body surface for the sake of speed, so it basically has no defensive capabilities, which makes Pace's tolerance rate in giant armored battles very low. Pace tried his best to stand up, but the bald man had already walked in front of him. "Go to hell, you bastard from the Monarch family." The bald man showed a disgusting smile, swung his arm, and the iron fist attacked. Pace dodged backwards, and the bald man's iron fist hit the ground, making a hole in the ground. Wow...if he gets hit a few more times, he'll probably die on the spot. Pace swallowed his saliva, then stared at the bald man's fist in a state of readiness, waiting for him to punch. "Where were you when we massacred your family, little bastard?" the bald man challenged. "Did you run away? Your father fought to the end." "Shut up!" Pace roared, and the bald man laughed when he saw that he was angry, and then punched again. Pace dodged backwards and avoided the bald man's iron fist. However, Pace's back was pressed against the cold wall and he had retreated to the door of the wine cellar. "Run, little bastard, like you left your family behind..." The bald man twisted his fist, and the joints of his iron fist made a "creaking" sound. However, Pace just waited, his right hand slowly stroking the handle of the energy axe at his waist, waiting for the bald man to be careless. The bald man didn't notice Pace's actions and just continued to taunt: "Just like your uncle who defected to the Federation...Run away..." After saying that, the bald man aimed his fist at Pace, who was pressed against the wall with no way to retreat, and swung it hard. At the critical moment, Pace suddenly pulled out the Factor Energy Axe from his waist and rushed forward - "clang--" The axe tip covered with factor energy chopped through the bald man's iron fist and buried itself in his fist. The bald man screamed and then broke free. The axe tip of the factor energy axe brought out a burst of blood. It's now! The advantage of the MK23 "Fighter" was fully demonstrated at this time. With the force of the leg exoskeleton, Pace suddenly rushed forward and slid out. When sliding past the bald man's left leg, Pace aimed at the joint where his armor was weak, and swung the axe in his hand, chopping it on the bald man's knee.
"Ahhhhh!!" Although Pace's energy axe didn't have the terrifying power of Perlis' butterfly knife, it still cut through the bald man's knee armor, penetrated his knees and pulled out, bringing out a burst of blood. The bald man then half-knelt on the ground, covering his knees. After the slide tackle, Pace catapulted himself to his feet with the power of the exoskeleton. He saw the revolver that had been knocked to the ground, picked it up without hesitation, turned around, and aimed at the bald man who had just turned around with his injured leg. At that moment, time seemed to stop. The bald man's previously ugly face had faded, and now only pain was left. He was no different from other dying people. Does he have a family? Is he close to his family? Or does he have a good group of brothers? What kind of person was he before? Pace didn't know. Before pulling the trigger, Pace hesitated for a moment.