Chapter 82 Sometimes, I Can't Turn a Blind Eye

Under the dark night sky.

Under a night sky obscured by smoke.

The bright light flickered again.

The old jazz crossed the sky again.

As always,

he,

Keep going!

Standing in front of the window of the office, Turcon, who had arranged everything, had already replaced the coat that made him feel restrained, but put on a cloak and looked at the old Sir who came to him in a radiance, the former city man. There was surprise in his long eyes.

"Glory strike?"

Turcon muttered to himself.

Then, a look of extreme contempt appeared on his face.

"glory?"

"Oh, glory?"

"Existing in the heart, expecting the glory of the heart... ridiculous."

"Strength is everything that decides right and wrong!"

While whispering to himself, a strong black death energy gathered in Turcon's hands.

Then,

not in the ground.

Like a starting pistol.

A black chain as thick as an arm flew straight out of the ground and wrapped around the old Sir.

"Know you're here."

"How could I be unprepared?"

Telcon stared at the old Sir who was about to be 'blocked' and said.

Glory strike, is it powerful?

very powerful!

Has the ability to turn things around.

but,

Only one hit!

After one hit, it was wiped out.

Therefore, he deliberately prepared a similar blow.

However, in the next moment, the face that was in the hands of Telcon's ticket stiffened.

A small ray of light, covered by the brilliance of the old jazz, hit the black chain ahead of time.

In the brilliance, the servant... No, it was Eric the Servant with a smile on his face.

"Born for glory, Mr. Knight."

Eric said with a smile.

"Die for glory, servant boy."

The old jazz responded, charging faster.

behind,

The light goes out.

front,

Guns out like dragons.

puff!

Telcon's body was penetrated, and with a huge force, he broke through the wall and rushed out of the house.

"impossible!"

"How could a first-order 'attendant' learn 'Glory Strike'!"

"This is impossible!"

Telcon roared in disbelief.

Not only because a first-order 'squire' learned 'Glory Strike'.

Also because the other party should have died long ago.

It is also because he should have known about such news a long time ago, and he should focus on it.

Undoubtedly, someone was scheming against him.

But Telcon couldn't care so much at the moment.

He gathered his deadly air again.

He has many secrets.

There are more than enough ceremonies.

As long as he is given time, he will not necessarily lose!

It's a pity that the old jazz won't give him a chance.

"The 'Squire of a Knight' is also a 'Knight'!"

The voice fell.

The spear exploded suddenly.

boom!

Telcon's body was shattered, the knight's power expelled all the dead energy, and the sublimation attack brought by the Glory Strike cut off any possibility of the opponent's resurrection.

As Telcon died, the resurrected 'corpses' fell again.

The dense fog of death began to dissipate.

The old jazz floating in the sky, like a real body, began to disintegrate.

But he ignored it.

Lord is not destroyed.

The city he guards.

still.

This,

enough.

enough.

Bowing his head, the smiling old jazz took one last look at Lord, and his body collapsed directly, turning into a little bit of crystal clear brilliance,

Falling down with the wind, scattered all over the land of Lord.

'Beta, why did you choose 'Knight'? ’

'It's because of your humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, mercy, honesty, justice, that you're a knight, aren't you? ’

‘No, teacher, it is precisely because the subordinate is proud, nameless, selfish, cowardly, cold-blooded, stupid, hypocritical, and extreme, just like all human beings, so the subordinate must become a knight! ’

‘You know how hard it is to do this? ’

'Know. ’

'But, someone has to do it. ’

'Then do you know what such a person is called? ’

'Is it... a fool? ’

'Do not! ’

'Yes……'

'hero! ’

wind.

Gradually subsided.

The sound dissipated and disappeared.

People looked up at the dark night sky.

There is nothing there.

But there seems to be something.

And just when everyone looked up at the night sky, a figure walked leisurely into Wandou Street, and walked into No. 10 Wandou Street.

Everyone turned a blind eye to this man.

Let this person go to the underground hall.

Walking on the steps, the wide cloak was dragged directly to the ground, and slipped down as the figure walked down.

In the light whistle, there is a good mood of the figure.

"Shhhh!"

"Night, night, come."

"The black lambs are dancing."

"He's here, he's here."

"Go to sleep quickly."

"Go to sleep quickly."

Suddenly, the brightly lit underground hall became dark.

A sense of loneliness and decay pervades it.

Although it returned to normal in an instant, it was discovered by Jason, who was more than twice the perception of ordinary people.

He walked out of the tent.

At a glance, I saw a man standing at the entrance of the hall wearing a large cloak, completely covering his face.

The other party also saw Jason.

"Very keen sense."

"As expected of the 'Night Watchman'."

"But sometimes it's not a good thing if your perception is too sharp, Jason."

The other party called out Jason's name directly.

Jason was unmoved.

He just lifted the 'Winchester Brothers' slightly and aimed the muzzle at each other.

"As rude as your teacher."

The other party glanced at the muzzle of the gun, commenting like this, and then the other party stepped closer.

boom!

The projectile of the lever-action shotgun missed.

Or to be more precise, the other party escaped.

Jason's pupils shrank.

Although the threat of firearms to mysterious people has become smaller, most of them are still hard to resist. This is the first time Jason has seen mysterious people who directly avoid bullets like this.

"Kurz is pathetic."

"If he wasn't eager for revenge, how could he die at your hands?"

"Jason, I want to ask you a question."

"Do you think Kurz is right or wrong?"

The other party walked slowly while talking.

Kurz!

The other party is that teacher of Kurz!

Jason's eyes narrowed slightly, not concealing his killing intent.

"Kurz is not right or wrong."

"but,"

"You who arranged all this, damn it!"

He drank low.

"Ah."

"It's really the same as your teacher."

"It's all so stubborn."

"And you, who are so stubborn, will not let me take away the 'trophy' easily?"

The other side laughed lightly.

Booty?

The old sergeant's corpse?

Jason clenched the handle of the gun immediately.

He moved slightly, allowing his body to completely block the way into the tent.

Although,

Humanities here.

Geography here.

To the folk here.

The power here.

He doesn't understand.

All he did was to survive.

However, the old Sir's body, he does not allow the people in front of him to desecrate.

Doing so is dangerous.

Even life-threatening.

However, Jason still chose to do so.

Because there are some things, if you see them, but you don't see them...

That,

There is no point in living.

Not as good as The Walking Dead.

call!

Jason took a deep breath and put away the obviously useless 'Winchester Brothers'.

He slowly put on the ice hockey mask that the old jazz gave him, held the wide-blade short-handled machete in his right hand, raised his left hand, stretched out his index finger, and hooked at the opponent.

"Come!"