The golden giant looked startled at first, then let out a shocking laugh.
"Well said! Gold Inferno!"
Boom!
Boom! !
Boom! !
The golden giant's fist smashed crazily in Dylan's direction, causing the entire Gran Tesoro to shake. Residents and tourists had long since fled.
On the ruins in the distance, Rob Lucci watched the dust and smoke rise into the sky, considering a sneak attack to kill Gild Tesoro directly. But just as he was about to move, Tahir, who was standing not far from him, suddenly said: "I advise you not to do this. This is an insult to our 'general'."
As soon as he finished speaking, purple flames appeared in front of Rob Lucci out of thin air.
"'Sky Fox'·····Tahir·······"
This guy who has the ability to suppress "Phoenix" Marco...
Whether it's this guy, Tom "The Raging Sea," or Shiryu "The Rain," they all only take orders from "Rairyu" Adams Dylan. There are even rumors that if it weren't for convenience, they wouldn't want to accept the Marine's "military rank" at all.
After taking a breath, Rob Lucci said in a deep voice to CP0 next to him: "Go and find the address where Gild Tesoro hides his wealth."
After the CP duo left, Tahir stood watching the battle in the distance and frowned slightly.
"Golden Emperor"... Did he deliberately anger Dylan in order to seek death?
It seems that this person... understands his situation very well.
"The final... let's decide the winner!!!"
"Golden Judgment of God!!"
Countless pieces of gold soared into the sky, turning into missile heads and flying towards Dylan.
"Um······"
As if sensing something, Dylan looked a little more serious.
"In that case...then I'll satisfy you..."
Looking at the speeding warheads, Dylan pulled out the Shura that had not been unsheathed.
"Judgment of Sin, Eighteen levels of Hell!"
The majestic slashing sword energy exploded instantly. Although it was called "Hell", there was no sinister meaning in the slashing strike. Instead, it was filled with vast power and righteousness.
Thousands of warheads were chopped into pieces the moment they collided with the slashes!
Chop it again!
Not only were their materials chopped up, but the impact contained within them was also cut off. Countless gold powder floated in the air, and the giant drained by "Golden Judgment of God" had long since disappeared.
Gild Tesoro lay on the ground and looked at the sky.
Dylan fell in front of him and looked at the smiling "Golden Emperor": "Why are you doing this?"
"Just wishing to die. Of course... also to see you..."
"See me?"
Dylan leaned on Shura. He could feel the desire for death, but as for Tesoro saying he wanted to see him, he didn't understand.
Though this body is indeed handsome, it's not something you, the world's richest man, can support.
Gild Tesoro took out a coin from his pocket and rubbed it: "Ah... let's see if you... can make this world a better place."
The ancient coin with a negligible face value seemed to be some precious treasure. Gild Tesoro stroked it so carefully.
After putting the coin back into his breast pocket, Gild Tesoro looked at Dylan and said, "Kill me... Adams Dylan."
"It doesn't make sense to me."
Dylan frowned. Although there was no big problem in killing this guy, he didn't want to cause himself too much unnecessary trouble. Having too many lice is really worrying.
"Consider it a transaction," Gild Tesoro's eyes were extremely calm: "As a thank you... it will have been sent to G-5 when you set off."
Thank you?
What else does this guy have besides money... If too much money flows into the market without planning, it will cause inflation. This is of no use to me. On the contrary, it will bear an extra burden.
"Help me...I don't want to..."
Gild Tesoro looked at Rob Lucci flying towards him on Geppo from a distance.
"Becoming a slave again..."
Rob Lucci watched Gild Tesoro lying on the ground from afar.
He already had it! His wealth!
But he also needed the man himself. Someone who could control the power of gold and had outstanding business capabilities...
Slash!
Shura penetrated Gild Tesoro's heart.
Blood instantly overflowed from Gild Tesoro's lips.
"Brutal...but surprisingly gentle... 'Rairyu' Adams Dylan..."
Although Shura's blade pierced his heart, it avoided the position of the coin.
Blood flowed from both sides of his body, and a sense of exhaustion hit Gild Tesoro's heart.
"Beautiful~~Beautiful hometown~~~Blooming flowers~~~~My beloved girl~~~~~"
Gild Tesoro sang a common little tune softly and with difficulty.
In his sight, a blonde woman with a sad face appeared in the sky.
But as if she heard his singing, the sadness on the woman's face disappeared:
"It sounds really good...Tesoro!"
Blood spread on the ground, and Gild Tesoro looked satisfied and happy.
He moved his lips slightly and made an almost inaudible sound:
"Thanks·······"
·········
Boom!
Rob Lucci landed next to Dylan.
Gild Tesoro's breath of life had completely disappeared.
"You·········"
Rob Lucci was about to speak but swallowed his words instantly.
The killing intent that permeated Dylan's body was almost tangible.
Even now, he felt an unspeakable fear.
After taking a look at Gild Tesoro's body on the ground, Dylan turned around and left with Shura in hand.
Rob Lucci stood there with an ugly expression.
The mission... was only half successful!
Looking at Dylan walking away, Rob Lucci felt doubts in his heart.
Why on earth is he so angry?
Was it just because he was attacked by Gild Tesoro?
Or because Gild Tesoro played a trick on him...
The dead lose their value. Rob Lucci glanced at the corpse on the ground and then remembered the momentum that "Rairyu" had just exploded.
Money is of no use, power is the only thing!
...
After returning to the warship, Dylan lay on the deck chair and looked at the sky.
"Do you know that person...?"
Sensing that Dylan's breath had calmed, Tahir sat on the side of the boat and started chatting with him.
"So be it."
Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly. Of course, he knew Gild Tesoro's past and the story between him and the woman named Stella.
A slave living in confusion and hesitation.
Being oppressed by something that once shattered his mind, he was unable to resist.
He had an almost paranoid fanaticism about money and wealth, but he was also enslaved by money.
Is this his fault?
He is at fault.
But the source...
Dylan looked out to sea, across the mountains and across the waves.
To that holy land that is untouchable by mortals.
"Celestial Dragons·········"
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