Chapter 1050: Catastrophe (10)

In the dark warehouse, Klein was approaching the representative of the Citizen's Temple in an unofficial capacity. The reason why the other party was willing to accept him was not his title of "Benedict Empire wanted", but he represented another. Power.
　　 Even though there is a lot of hostility to the shadow prince, the Civic Sanctuary also acknowledges that this legendary character is the only one who is particularly "good at" against Oak, and they desperately need each other's experience and support.
　　 Even if you pay a price.
　　Of course, this does not mean that both parties have trust. In fact, the representative of the citizen’s temple is not an official figure, but a member of the organization that specializes in secret affairs.
　　 "I know. Our orders are to wait -"
　　 Klein shook his head, trying to reject the other party's proposal to let the shadow prince join the battle directly, but he stopped again.
　　 The air in the warehouse changed suddenly.
　　 No one was firing, but suddenly the area was filled with the smell of gunpowder, ozone and fuel.
　　 Around the metal frame came a scratching hissing sound, as if a crazy correspondent cut the communication record and re-glued the tape, then played a random recording.
　　 Screams, gunshots, and dozens of different weapons blew.
Klein may be able to recognize them from this instantaneous gunshot, but he lacks the familiarity of Death Blade's familiar with death tools, and at most can handle this messy sensory outburst in seconds, and then the warehouse is full people.
　　 This is not a good experience.
　　 Witnessing a body forced to travel through the void will leave a weird bad taste in your mouth, like an alternating current passing through your skin, a capsule slowly releases toxins in your stomach.
　　 The feeling is long, it is a slow torture.
　　 But this is in the blink of an eye.
　　 The last moment was only Klein, and two other three representatives, but the next moment was not.
　　 As if a big hand took everything within a radius of 20 meters, and then placed them here.
　　 Ink-black armor shivered with heat and violently due to recent violence, and the smoke enveloped them, which had not yet dispersed in this brighter air environment.
　　 Yellow sand and small piles of shells were scattered on the ground at their feet. All the evidence showed that they were still in battle just a moment ago, and now they are calm like a relic.
　　 Everyone was not prepared for what happened next.
　　 In the blink of an eye, a lot of firepower cuts through the air, sweeping through the stainless steel box, hinge clips and seals.
　　 Klein responded in a timely manner, but a burst of scattering still left a scorch on his armor.
　　 Then a bullet shot through the chest of a fleshy body, exploding from his back, leaving a long arm hole.
　　 The chief representative did not even make a sound when he died.
Before Klein had dealt with what was happening, another representative had responded quickly. He turned his gun to an inexplicable enemy, but was "scarred" across his neck and sprayed a burst of oil. And white meat.
　　 Everything is still.
　　Klein looked around, as if he had been hit by a grenade.
　　 "What just happened?"
　　He saw the corpse, the person with the strange head fell beside him, they were still talking ten seconds ago.
"what have you done?"
　　 The slender shadow ignored the inquiry and walked towards Klein.
　　 The former Imperial Night Blade could only kneel on one knee, fear and respect made him dizzy.
　　 His head felt spinning and out of control. He knew that there was only one person who could carry out a flawless mass transmission as he had just witnessed.
　　The shadow prince has become stronger than before.
　　 is even more cruel.
　　 He closed his eyes and dared not face what he witnessed, his mouth full of bitterness.
　　 When he fled the empire, he had already vowed that he would no longer have trouble with the shadowy things, but it turned out that he could not do it.
　　 The opponent's footsteps are very light and light, so light as if floating on the ground, the walking posture seems to be just a habit, an unnecessary ritual.
　　 Then, the shadow held Klein's head in his iron fist, and the heavy pressure made Ye Blade lower his head.
　　 "You did well, Klein."
　　Klein did not understand that everything he had felt, the return of confidence, the belief in a war of justice, all flowed away from his hands like radioactive dust.
　　 "I thought we would help them."
　　 "No, I told you, they will help us."
　　The shadow moved his hand away, Klein raised his head, frowning, as if he had done something necessary but disgusting.
　　 But he couldn't see the other person's face, only a shadow.
　　 "As I did in Tyre,"
After a short pause, the other party gave a final explanation,
　　Klein lowered his head, this time it was his willingness.
　　 Now he understands.
　　 But he didn't expect... that would be it.
　　 The shadow drifted away from him and came to other places in the warehouse. He was inspecting those "goods". Klein was not just negotiating but trading.
　　Use all your own information to exchange necessary weapons and equipment with the other party.
　　After breaking away from the Benedict Empire, the Shadow Blade also lost its source of materials and must be supplemented from other places.
　　 "We don't have much time."
　　 A soldier walked to the shadow prince, put a long box on the stainless steel container, and opened it.
　　 Suddenly, the fluorescence of the screen illuminates the entire warehouse.
　　Klein looked up and saw that the debris filled the display.
　　 The wall that had not been bombed and annihilated slowly deformed under continuous pressure. The shock wave generated by the explosion of the giant bomb spread through the wreckage, pushing large pieces of metal-some still tens of meters wide-to the edge of the screen.
　　In Klein's eyes, watching all this is a perverted and painful act, as if standing on the shore beside a huge naval battle~EbookFREE.me~ Watching the wreckage wash ashore.
What disturbed Klein was not the destruction of the war, nor the uneasiness of the citizen’s temple to obscure their true intentions, nor was it because he suddenly blacked out in the transaction. Once in his organization, there was no lack of Dark secrets forgotten completely.
　　 No, he was disturbed by the trembling calmness of the man in the face of destruction.
　　 His sorrow was as dark as the corner where the light could not reach. Klein watched the explosion dot the edge of the city and stepped towards the city center step by step.
　　 A factory, almost invisible in the smoke, disintegrated in a seemingly slow movement, and a high chimney shattered like a glass hit by it.
　　 "We have traced hundreds of signals below the city, several of which are particularly strong, as if a big fish swimed in the city's small waterway."
　　 The soldier responsible for carrying the video receiver reported calmly with a slur that he was reading a piece of data as if it were a freight bill.
　　 "There are good reasons to believe that Guk may be under our feet."
　　 "Much like what it would do."
　　 The shadow gave a low laugh, his eyes seemed to jump between the temporary displays, or just looking at the high arched iron windows, glimpsing in the blink of an eye what mortals could not penetrate.
　　 "So why, hero?"
　　Klein stood up, his words brought everyone's eyes around, but his face looked dark.
　　Eye blade stands here, hands clasped in front of the breastplate, his scabbard and holster are empty, right under his feet.