Mission 9 at the bottom of the castle

(Thank you for your understanding.)

Gloria cat quietly went down from the corner of the ceiling along the wall, moving gently like sliding. After confirming that there was no one in the room, she began to visit curiously.

A large number of manuscripts full of scribbles are scattered everywhere, and cables on the floor are connected to more than a dozen unknown machines that are almost stuffed with the room. The computer screen flashed fluorescence, and a fast-turning line of programs was reflected on several sets of white knight armor standing in the corner. In the middle of the room is a cylindrical glass cover, which is full of blue**, and a Japanese samurai sword suspended in two pieces.

She glanced at the broken sword, approached the armor and looked carefully, and raised her hand to knock on the breastplate.

"Aren't you going to move?" She laughed.

The other party is still stiff.

A small triangle quietly bulged on the ground between Gloreya's feet. She only studied armor and didn't care.

The triangular object protruded about ten centimeters from the ground and stopped, as if waiting for something.

"It seems that it's only listening to the dispatch of Frankenstein." She said to herself again.

The sharp sound of metal cutting suddenly sounded!

The length of the mysterious triangular object soared tenfold and stabbed out of the ground!

However, only a few wires were cut off. She jumped up at the last moment and climbed to the beam in the opposite direction.

It turned out to be a huge sail-shaped dorsal fin, with a sharp edge like a razor and cold light.

It seemed that a shark was swimming in the four walls of steel. The fin paused for a moment due to the failure of the sneak attack, and then began to swim around, as if looking for the enemy.

It relies on sound to find its prey.

Gloya moved her body quietly, retreated and quietly approached the exit, gently twisting the handle to try to open the door.

However, the door button broke in her hand and then rolled to the ground, and the fracture was as neat as a knife.

Almost at the same time, the sound of breaking the wind came from the oblique, and another blade-like fin suddenly appeared from behind!

Her soft body turned out at an angle that was difficult for ordinary people to do, barely avoiding the fate of being split in half. But inevitably made a sound, and the first monster immediately "swayed" this way. The cut cable sparks splashed all the way, and the machines overturned one after another...

Glorie looked contemptuously at the two menorous dorsal fins and posed to "get over".

"Stop!!!" An angry roar resounded through the house, and a strong man appeared in time at a dark door deep in the room.

The two monsters immediately stopped and slowly sank into the floor after a moment of stalemate with Glore.

"You...you... why do you sneak into my real... laboratory like a thief every time!! You...you...you...look at this mess... mess... mess...!!" The man grabbed his hair with both hands and shouted.

"Why do you always have strange and dangerous pets to watch the door? Isn't a dog enough?" Glolia sneered as she blew away the dust from her nails.

"If the throne knows that you delay your research because of you, you can't bear the responsibility, Glorijah," he suddenly calmed down and approached her with a gloomy expression. "Yes, you brought Sparta, but it doesn't mean that I trust you..."

"The throne called a meeting of senior cadres," Glolia pretended to turn a blind eye, "and I'm afraid your research will continue to be delayed."

"What?"

"Because another guest has come."

As if responding to this joke, the door of the laboratory was torn apart. Nero gasped and appeared at the door, with a strange fish with sharp back fins in his right hand struggling desperately.

"Well, the taste of what is made will always be so bad." She glanced at her face and showed disgust. "But allow me to introduce: Agnas, this is Nero, Nero, and this is the Frankenstein Agnas."

The two men looked at each other and stared at each other.

"Less to accompany." She gave Nero a kiss.

"Hight!" Nero threw the monster in his hand at her, but only smashed a few more devices, and he had already disappeared.

Agnas stood in the messy laboratory and trembled all over, clicked and folded the pencils in his hand into two pieces.

"Well, another guy I've never seen before." Nero looked up and down at his researcher's white uniform, "I began to doubt whether I had been serving the Order since I was 15 years old."

"I only engage in the most confidential research and development work, and it is naturally difficult for a pony to hear." Agnas is proud.

"Behind-the-scenes workers? Haha, in such a dayless garbage dump?"

"Garbage heap?! This is all you...you...you and that damn woman Ge...Ge...Ge...Ge..."

"Hey, that's it!" Nero suddenly pointed to the armor standing in the corner and shouted, "You made it, didn't you? It's against me!"

Agnas held the monolitary glasses, and a sneer appeared on his gloomy face.

"Let's see if they are really enemies." As he slowly raised his right hand, there was suddenly a sound of flapping his wings in the room, as if many big birds were hovering.

There is indeed something gliding close to the ceiling, but it is not a bird.

They are shaped like scissors, flying with the blade separated from the vertical axis as wings, making a click of metal friction from time to time. Agnas made a little index finger, and Nero found that he had become the target of public criticism. The flying swords closed their two edges, and the tip kept spinning towards him, aiming.

Agnas bowed deeply with the curtain call of the famous opera, and dozens of flying swords roared down, shooting directly at Nero from all possible angles!

All-round attack, BINGO.

He maintained his posture and waited to hear the crunch of screams and broken bones.

"You really have all the strange things here." What came was Nero's calm voice.

"What...what...what?" Agnas looked up in shock, but immediately shrank into a ball of fear.

- Oncoming was a flying sword like a rain. Each one happened to pass his body, nailed into the rear floor, and finally left a human-shaped blank. His neat research clothes suddenly turned into tattered cloth and danced in the wind.

"Don't you feel a little too much? Do you want to kill people casually?" In Agnas's eyes, Nero seemed to be teleporting in an instant, and his throat was immediately choked and his feet gradually moved away from the ground.

"...cough... cough... right... right..." Agnas was pinched and blushed, but his glasses only stared at Nero's right hand.

"That woman Glolia is a demon, isn't she? What are you doing here?"

“....... I... I can't see it at all... Action... It's wonderful... Of..."

"Did you listen to me? Answer!" Nero shook Agnas's body roughly like a rag puppet, and the other party was strangled to roll his eyes and could only hum vaguely.

Damn.

Nero had to let go and let him slip to the ground weakly and gasp.

"...you...you...what do you want to know? I don't know much about that woman. She suddenly appeared not long ago and brought a secret treasure we have been looking for for many years..." Agnas got up awkwardly, "Sword of Sparta, one of the only three relics belonging to the Black Knight in the world. Although we had tried our best to get the devil knife before, it has been broken..."

"Do you want to say that Sparta, the black knight who saved the human world and sealed the gate of hell, is not just a legend?"

"Of course not!" He held his glasses and sneered, "Aren't you already seen his descendants?"

"...the murderer who assassinated the pope?!"

"He came uninvited, which really saved a lot of trouble."

"Well, I don't know what a holiday you have with him, but the old man's killing has caused enough trouble."

"The Lord of the Dharma is not dead."

"Come on, I was there."

"He is not dead!" Agnas suddenly raised his voice, "The throne has been reborn, like... like an angel..."

Crazy! I was so stupid that I wasted time with him.

Nero shook his head and turned around and left.

But Agnas continued to say: "Just a few years ago, through years of research, I found that power can be extracted, stored and utilized. There are all kinds of signs that after more than 2,000 years, the power of the seal set by the black knights has greatly declined, and small monsters have begun to reach the world through some 'slits'... They have some abilities that human beings can never have, but if you want to imprison the power of the demon world and use it for me, only these ugly low-level students Things are far from enough..."

Nero's footsteps gradually slowed down.

"... a better 'channel' must be found to bring more powerful demons to the world, so that there is a chance to capture and study them. I looked through all the ancient documents I could find and finally found..."

"Gate of Hell, right?" Nero's eyebrows frowned more and more, "You built that thing?"

"Yes! Yes!" Agnas danced with joy, "Gate of Hell, I refer to the carefully crafted replica of the Real Hell Gate. You have seen it. It's perfect, isn't it? That kind of precision and sharp... Uh-huh!!"

His neck was pinched again, and his legs were kicked in the air.

The black muzzle of the blue rose stared at him like murderous eyes.

"...don't...this...this...like..." Agnas' eyes stared with panic, "My research is still... still..."

"Go to your bullshit!" Nero clicked the safety and his index finger was tightly clasped on the trigger.

"...I...I...I know where Dante is!!"

"What Dante?"

"The person you are looking for, the guy who killed the throne, the direct descendants of Sparta! He is a half-demon, just like you!"

As if hit by an electric current, Nero shook his whole body and his movements paused briefly.

Agnus's eyes suddenly showed a fierce light.

This slight change in expression made Nero suddenly wake up, but it was too late.

The pain of the cone heart and lungs ran from behind to the chest, and three cold spears pierced his body at the same time!

Three white armored angels standing in the corner suddenly moved and nailed Nero to the wall with a shower of blood, and the huge impact produced countless radial cracks behind him...

"See? Did you see it? This is just a scale of my great research! You idiots, open your eyes and see how beautiful these angels - these angels who were born in their hands are! You can't imagine the arduousness of this work. The nameless pawn who can only fight and kill will never understand the eternal creation and existence beyond death..."

Nero tried to stay awake, but he was losing a lot of blood, and his consciousness seemed to flow away quietly with the blood.

Agnas looked carefully at the dying silver-haired boy.

"The story is over," he whispered close to Nero's cheek. "It's time for the child to go to bed, the wonderful right hand... It will bring me a lot of fun."

"...and...the last...question..." Nero muttered, and his vision began to blur.

"Oh? Let's talk about it."

"Why is this... everything?"

"For the eternal utopia, for the paradise to come to this dirty world, but how can a guy like you understand?"

"Alas...so it's the old way--destroy the world? It's fucking uncreative..." Nero suddenly laughed, but was choked by the blood surging up his throat.

Agnas's complaed look turned into a killing intention.

He suddenly pushed a spear that pierced Nero's body in until there was only one spear handle left!

Hot blood spewed out and spilled on his face, and Agnas erased it with a blank face.

He looked coldly and excitedly at the other party and stopped breathing completely.