Chapter 380 Cat and Laughter
The night is like an ink table, and the stars are like a bunch of stars.
Under the quiet Shiraz, the undercurrent is surging. The fanatical rebels who have just received the blessing of Allah can't wait to fight in the so-called freedom revolution.
They didn't even have time to carefully familiarize themselves with the shooting feeling of the guns given by Allah. They just randomly pulled the trigger a few times at the dead manor owner, watching the blood spurting out of the corpse that had not yet completely cooled down, and then they were excited to think that they had mastered a powerful force that was enough to rival the British devil.
This is the power given to us by Allah!!!
They shouted the great praise of Allahhu Akbar and rushed to the British devil's stronghold mentioned in the oracle of Allah without hesitation.
They first picked up the guns and fired randomly, shocking the damn British devils with the bang of the gun.
Before the enemy could come to their senses, several brave and fearless Allah warriors had already wrapped their waists with explosive tubes, shouting Allahhu Akbar amid the crackling sparks around their waists, and rammed into the metal door of the Great Britain Demon's hideout.
Boom, boom, boom--
Several deafening explosions resounded throughout the night sky of Shiraz, breaking the tranquility of the night and no longer darkening the dark night.
Fires shot up from all directions.
Under the illumination of the unusually scarlet-red, blood-stained fireworks, the laughing Freedom Resistance raised their guns over their heads and fired bang bang bang. Every time they pulled the trigger, they felt that their blood was boiling more and more, and the hot blood flowing into their brains gave off unprecedented excitement and restlessness!
Allah bless me! Allah bless me! Allahhu Akbar!!!
Some of the extremely extreme free resistance soldiers, in such a state of blood boiling, felt as if there was an abundant power flowing in their bodies. Their movements became swift and fierce. They were no longer afraid of pain and death. They rushed into the hiding place of the Great Britain Demon without hesitation... just to be able to get ahead of others and vent their bloodthirsty killing desires!
A young and immature free resistance soldier panted and broke open the closed door. When he turned his head, he saw the Great Britain Demon female shivering in the corner. She was only wearing a silk pajamas, which had slipped off her shoulders, revealing her snow-white skin.
That seductive whiteness was deeply reflected in the eyes of the young resistance soldier. He looked at the charming snow-capped peaks and trembled slightly with fear. It seemed that some instinctive beast was reviving in his heart.
With a wolf howl, the young free resistance soldier had forgotten his mission, discarded the hot gun, and rushed forward, aiming at the wolf head specimen in the antique room and working hard.
The hairless white cat floating by the window of the antique showroom shook its head slowly, then flipped back and stepped into the battlefield of gunfire and rain of bullets, but the soldiers on both sides ignored the abrupt appearance of the alien white cat, as if they didn't see the white cat strolling in the flying bullets at all.
The white cat even jumped in front of a free resistance soldier and looked directly at the other's strange red eyes, as if it could see the burning soul and dim soul in the other's soul body - this mortal had lost his mind and devoted himself to the fight.
"It seems to be just a basic arousal atmosphere."
"But just the most basic and simple blade secret technique can easily corrupt the will of hundreds of mortals, making them willing to sacrifice their lives for this doomed struggle."
"The person who casts this secret technique to encourage fighting is really powerful and terrifying." The white cat muttered to himself.
It lightly raised its flesh foot and stepped on the head of the person in front of it, trying to apply the cup temptation to the mortal's skull to eliminate the other party's fighting restlessness.
The result was still as difficult as the confusion of the young resistance soldier's mind just now. It almost had to release the cup power several times that of confusing ordinary people to successfully make the cup restlessness occupy the soldier's consciousness.
"Extremely high quality blade power... The caster is at least a fifth-level blader, and most likely even higher."
"Could it be that the caster behind today's chaos is the Tomb Keeper's Secret Master that Watson mentioned earlier?"
"But why did the Tomb Keeper's Secret Master, who has been hiding behind the scenes, suddenly take action today to stir up chaos?" The white cat jumped lightly, and flew to other places in the city where the war was ignited like a white ghost.
"Is it just because we attacked one of the strongholds of the tomb keepers yesterday? This triggered the wrath of the tomb keepers' secret master, and this wrath also affected all the British in Shiraz."
"But judging from this batch of firearms containing weak but heavy blade power, even a fifth-level forger and blade master could never prepare them in just one day."
"The tomb keepers' secret master should have prepared these weapons for a long time in advance. He/she must have planned this series of chaotic actions early."
"But why did it wait until now to break out?"
The hairless white cat licked her paws in confusion, but she still couldn't figure out the answer. She was born without the talent for investigation and reasoning, and she couldn't get a definite answer even if she racked her brains and thought hard.
But at least she knew one thing clearly.
"The Tomb Keeper who has been hiding behind the scenes has appeared, and the lost Tomb of the Shadowless Kings is within sight!"
"But how can we get the clues to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings from this powerful Tomb Keeper?"
The hairless white kitten jumped down from the window sill and melted into a puddle of white wax-like liquid in mid-air. It wrapped around the naked body sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the melted white wax mucus immediately wrapped around it. The graceful and well-proportioned body is quickly cooled and condensed into white and smooth skin.
Mary Morstan put away her secret technique of transformation, raised her hands and stretched out, revealing the beauty of her naked body.
There were constant bursts of gunfire outside the room, mixed with heart-rending screams - the manor belonging to Herb Butler had obviously become an attack target by the Shiraz Free Resistance Army.
Although Mr. Herb Butler is not from Great Britain, it is obvious that in the eyes of those stupid rebels, all people with fair skin are all minions of the British evil.
But compared to other places where security is lax, the manor owned by Hebe Company is obviously equipped with quite strong security.
The desperate screams outside the room at this time came from those casual resistance soldiers. They attacked this magnificent manor with confidence. They thought they could plunder a lot of wealth and happiness from it, but they never wanted to wake up. Some monster-like figure.
By the time Mary slowly put on her clothes, the vague screams outside the house had completely disappeared—the mortals who fell into absolute fear had gained eternal peace.
She opened the door and looked out, and immediately saw the bloody young man standing among the broken corpses on the ground outside the manor.
Although the young man's eyes were filled with a cold and cold light that seemed to be condensed into substance, the corners of his mouth could not help but raise slightly, and he obviously enjoyed killing freely without being restrained and restricted by the Anti-Suppression Bureau.
Mary smiled, waved, and called:
"Cavill, are you having fun?"
The young man nodded slightly, raised his head and responded with a bloody smile, "Well, it was really a good trip."