r18novel Chapter 159 The Chaos of Madness
Chapter 159 The Chaos of Madness
Chapter 159 The Chaos of Madness
He could even see the "tears" hanging on Nami's eyelashes and smell Machi's pleasant scent.
What a wonderful woman!
"Raise your head," Roswald commanded, with a condescending sense of superiority.
Machi slowly raised her face, her tightly pursed lips like those of a knife.
Roswald smiled with satisfaction, reaching out his white-gloved hand through the transparent cover to pinch Machi's beautifully shaped chin, enjoying the thrill of this cold beauty being forced to look up at him.
"Very good, a woman with a lot of character. From now on, you will serve her—"
The words abruptly stopped.
Just as his fingertips were millimeters away from Machi's chin, all the cold resistance and humiliating stubbornness on Machi's face vanished without a trace.
Instead, a strange, cold smile suddenly appeared!
Rozwald Saint's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and a chill from the depths of his soul gripped his entire body!
"Buzz—!"
There was no deafening explosion, only a barely audible, high-frequency vibration.
The next instant, the area within a radius of tens of meters centered on the two women seemed to be paused by an invisible hand, and then suddenly sped up!
All the naval soldiers gathered around, as well as the two closest ordinary CP members, froze in place.
A thin line, as fine as a hair, shimmering with the cold light of Nen, clearly appeared on his neck.
immediately-
"Sizzle!" "Snap!"
Decapitated!
A dozen or so heads, each with an expression of either vigilance, bewilderment, or shock at having just realized something was wrong, were all tossed into the air!
The headless body stiffened for a moment before gushing out a fountain of scorching blood, staining the scarlet carpet dark purple, and the intense smell of blood exploded out!
"Well----·----!!!"
Rozwald Saint's greed and arrogance shattered completely, overwhelmed by boundless horror, bewilderment, and a tsunami of fear.
He forced out incoherent hissing sounds from his throat, his obese body trembled violently on the palanquin, and his face under the hood was deathly pale.
"Enemy attack—! Protect the master!!"
The CP0's fierce roar and the naval admiral's scream erupted almost simultaneously!
Recently, several CPO experts transformed into white afterimages and frantically pounced on the palanquin!
Surrounding them, even more shocked and bewildered naval soldiers instinctively raised their muskets, the dark muzzles trembling as they aimed at the two women who stood motionless in the pool of blood!
"Damn it! Don't fire!!"
A CPO squad leader, his eyes blazing with fury, roared, "A stray bullet wounded Saint Roswald! You will all die a thousand deaths! Close combat and capture him!!"
The roar caused many gun barrels to pause.
Indeed, Roswald was very close to the two women, and the risk of a stray bullet was extremely high!
And this momentary opening created by the tactical adjustment—
Before Machi and Nami, the space seemed to have been brushed across by an invisible paintbrush, rippling like water.
An air door stood silently and majestically.
Machi's eerie smile deepened.
Nami also raised her head, her eyes no longer filled with tears or timidity, only calmness and the sharpness of a plan accomplished.
The instant the door appeared, Machi swiftly reached forward!
That slender, fair hand grabbed the collar of his fat neck!
"No—no! Help—"
Roswald's scream finally broke through his throat, turning into a mournful wail.
But his pampered body was powerless to struggle.
"Go." Machi uttered the single word coldly.
With a forceful pull, Machi dragged the terrified Roswald Saint off the palanquin as if he were a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered!
At the same time, she and Nami moved forward in unison without hesitation.
The three figures were: the aloof and elegant Machi, the composed Nami, and the Celestial Dragon Roswald Saint, who was being dragged along, tears streaming down his face, making a complete spectacle of himself.
Under the gaze of countless terrified, angry, and incredulous eyes, they disappeared into the mysterious door that had suddenly appeared.
"Bang!"
The door closed, faded, and vanished completely into the air the instant the last piece of clothing disappeared.
Wherever remained, only the overturned luxury palanquin, the scattered corpses and pools of blood, and the thick, pungent stench of blood remained.
And then, after a deathly silence, a sudden, extremely chaotic burst of screams and roars!
!!!
"Damn it! What on earth happened?! Saint Roswald has been—kidnapped?!"
At the scene on the main road of Zone 1, a commodore's blood pressure soared as he looked at the empty palanquin and the mangled corpses scattered all over the ground.
The naval soldiers on the scene were in unprecedented panic. Some stood still, some searched around like headless flies, and many more futilely raised their guns at the air, not knowing where the enemy was.
The abduction of the Celestial Dragons right under their noses is not only a dereliction of duty, but a catastrophe that could cause an upheaval in the Navy's high command and even invite a bloody revenge from the Celestial Dragons!
"quiet!!"
A CPO squad leader wearing a crying face mask shouted sternly.
"Immediately seal off the entire Zone 1! Set up checkpoints at all entrances and exits! Inspect every suspicious corner!"
The enemy used spatial abilities or items; they definitely didn't go far!
He quickly made a judgment and gave an order to the miniature communication bug hidden in his ear, his voice urgent and cold: "The garrison near Square 3, immediately abandon your original defense zone and rush to reinforce Main Road 1!"
Repeat, immediately send reinforcements to the coordinates where Saint Rozwald was attacked!
Primary objective: Locate the missing adult and prevent any suspicious individuals from moving out!
The commands were clear and unambiguous, demonstrating CP0's ability to respond in times of crisis.
However, instead of a "Yes, sir" response, the communicator received a series of deafening explosions and the roar of collapsing buildings.
And—faintly audible, wild laughter and piercing screams, like those of a wild beast.
On the east side of Plaza 3, above the ruins of a group of buildings.
"Hahahaha! Come on! Give us more! Is this all the navy can do?!"
Uvogin stood like a god of war in the middle of the street, his bare upper body covered in dust and scattered bloodstains, yet unharmed.
Before him, the naval forces that had been marching in orderly formation toward the main road had been completely routed.
Three naval armored vehicles that attempted to flank from the east via the expressway were overturned by Uvogin with brute force and crashed into the buildings on either side.
A naval captain who was trying to organize a network of firepower had his internal organs shattered by the shockwave from a punch delivered by Uvogin from a distance, and collapsed amidst the ruins.
But an even more deadly threat comes from the shadows.
"Whoosh—!"
The glint of the blade appeared like a cold moon, then vanished silently.
Nobunaga's figure was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing mysteriously among the dilapidated buildings, behind the collapsed signs, and even in the shadows of the naval soldiers' ranks.
Each time "Sakura Ten" and "Wood Dry" were drawn, they precisely took the life of a sergeant who was trying to command or carry heavy weapons.
His knife was so fast and sharp that soldiers often only felt a chill on their necks before losing consciousness.
He did not carry out a massacre, but rather efficiently "decapitated" the enemy, disrupting the Navy's command nodes and heavy support deployments.
"No retreat! Form ranks! Musketeers, fire a volley!"
A brave lieutenant colonel attempts to regroup.
Uvogin grinned maliciously, his legs slammed into the ground, and he crashed into the newly formed formation like a cannonball. His fists lashed out from both sides, each strike accompanied by muffled thuds of breaking bones and splattering blood.
The defense line collapsed instantly.
"Reinforcements? Sorry, that's a dead end."
Nobunaga sheathed his sword, looked at the chaotic battlefield before him and the remaining naval soldiers who dared not step towards the main road, and said coldly.
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