Sirol lay on the cold train floor. He couldn't breathe or move, and the blood in his body was constantly draining.
Angelus didn't even forget to hit him again. The straight sword stabbed steadily into his chest, damaging his heart.
He knew at that moment that he was dead.
However, Angelus still underestimated human obsession and perseverance, and underestimated Sirol malice towards the world.
Sirol has not been a tall child since he was a child, and his family was at the bottom of the aristocratic family in the capital city. Out of dignity, his family sent him to an aristocratic school.
Sirol doesn't like to communicate with others. His hobby is painting. Every day he sits on the Tiantai Mountain of the school with a drawing board on his back and paints the sunset.
He took the trouble to paint the sunset every day. He painted the same angle, the same time, and the same sun every day. But what is drawn is different every day.
The painting teacher also told him that he was indeed a genius in painting. It's like he can see colors and shapes that ordinary people can't observe in his eyes, and those magnificent beauties can only be expressed with pen and ink.
Sirol avoided other students every day, ate alone on the rooftop, and painted after eating.
"Brother, you're staying here again."
The girl with brown hair and sparkling blue eyes would always enter his sight at the wrong time.
"Marylai, you don't need to stay with me here."
"If I don't accompany my brother, then no one in this school will accompany you."
Marilee said, puffing out her chest.
Marile is Cyrol's half-sister, a strong girl who doesn't fit in with their family. Because the mother didn't like to see Marylai's mother, the brothers didn't want to see Marylai either. But only Cyrol likes her very much. He thinks Maryle is as dazzling as a work of art. He liked to see Maryle's smile the most.
"Are you going to meet today?" Sirol asked.
"After all, it was my brother who asked me to do this." Marilai smiled.
One day ago, the girl who shone like a queen in the class suddenly appeared in front of him and said with a shy smile that she wanted to chat with Maryle.
The girl's name was Melina. She was as bright as the sun in the class, and she was the only one who talked to Sirol after school started.
Cyrol looked at Melina, who was shining like an angel, and felt a trace of admiration in his heart. So when Melina came to talk to him about Marilee, he was very happy and hoped to talk to her more.
Melina told her that a girl she knew admired her classmate Marilee and wanted to meet Marilee to communicate with her, but she always struggled with lack of time because Marilee never showed up in class. She hoped that Cyrol could help with the message.
Cyrol would take messages from Melina every day when he came back to class and pass them on to Maryle.
He enjoyed this back-and-forth life, Cyrol could talk to Melina, and Melina's friends could also make friends with Maryle.
The campus was extremely noisy after school that day, and he couldn't draw the sun well, which made him even more depressed.
"Your family asked you to go back quickly."
At this time, the teacher brought him a message. Sirol didn't know anything about it at that time, and he didn't know anything had happened until he returned home.
The weak body was lying on the bed breathing air in pain, but Cyrol could not recognize the person lying on the bed. The man's entire face seemed to have melted and was covered in black mud, and the room was filled with a burning smell. The man pulled painfully at the flyer, as if that would relieve the pain.
But Cyrol saw the blue eyes of the man on the bed, and he recognized the identity of the man on the bed.
That's his sister Marilee.
When his brothers saw Cyrol come in, they immediately tugged at his collar angrily.
"What on earth are you doing? The school contacted me, saying that Maryla was jealous of her classmates and was going to use black water to disfigure them. However, when they resisted, the black water was poured on herself! Do you know who gave me this? A warning? They are from the Medici family. Although they are just distant relatives, you know that we cannot go against them!"
After that, his brother beat him up violently, but he didn't feel any pain. He just leaned against Maryle's bed and looked into his eyes. But those lovely eyes had no luster at the moment and were full of resentment.
She coughed and tried to speak, but black water poured into her throat, completely destroying her vocal cords. She would never be able to speak a complete sentence in her life.
That night, Sirol held Maryle's hand and sat beside the bed in a daze, unable to say anything.
Maryle died a few days later from a secondary infection caused by severe burns.
Cyrol did not attend her funeral, but instead called out Melina and prepared to confront her.
But the other party broke the appointment.
Only then did Sirol realize that he had been deceived. The woman took advantage of her vague goodwill to call Marile out just to deal with her. For the first time, he learned that trust also comes with a price. If you don't know anything, you will be used maliciously.
The world is full of malice, whether it's your family or the girl you have a crush on.
And now the only family member who loved him was gone.
Cyrol didn't trust anyone after that. He started to become cunning. He hated nobles, hated women, and most of all, the Medici family. In his eyes, no one in the Medici family was a good person.
However, that day in middle school, Angelus rescued him, and for the next dozen years, they had a relationship that could be called a bad fate.
He felt that although Medici could not be trusted, he could trust Angelus.
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"What's this?"
"It's an insurance policy. You carry it with you. If you're about to die, you can inject it into your body."
Before carrying out the task of picking up the car, the man in black from the Stewart family met him and gave him a black box. The man spoke with a genial smile as he talked about the terrifying proposal.
"What will happen to me after the injection?"
"You will become a monster, but your killer will not escape."
"It's a disgusting self-destructive weapon, so I just pray that there is no chance of using it."
Cyrol had no intention of using such an unknown thing, because he did not trust the nobles at all. Those old fritters are just as bad as those stinky women.
But Sirol took out the syringe at this time.
He was obviously about to die, but his body used strong force to pull out the syringe and plunged it into his body.
As the liquid with a faint blue light entered the body, the pain in the body disappeared, and the sadness of being betrayed also disappeared. He suddenly felt that there was a vast expanse of white in front of him, as if he were standing in the light. And standing in the light not far away was a small girl. The girl flipped up her brown hair, and the next moment she suddenly turned around, her blue eyes blinked, and a happy look immediately appeared on her face, as moving as a little goblin.
"Brother, you are here."
"Well, I'll come if you wait a little longer. Now I still have some things to do. I want to kill all those who hurt you and us!"
"Okay, I will wait for you. So,"
The girl smiled, but in the next moment her angelic look was gone, replaced by a terrifying devilish laugh.
"Brother, kill them all for me!"
Cyrol's body twitched on the ground, next to him was an empty syringe that had been injected. The wounds on his body healed quickly, and sarcoid-like things grew out of them, spreading all over his body like vines, forming bright red muscles and exoskeletons. His eyes were expressionless, but his mouth was mumbling meaningless sentence fragments.
"Ha ha ha ha ha--"
Suddenly, he laughed wildly, and the smile on his face almost tore the corners of his mouth, leaving a terrifying smile like a carving on his face.
"Ang.G.R.S—! M.T.C.—!"
He shouted loudly, as if he wanted to take revenge on the world. And the figure standing at the door came into his sight, and the smile on its face deepened.
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Angelus gasped slightly. After hearing the roar, he rushed over to the two intruders before he could deal with them, but it seemed that it was still too late.
He was sure that he had killed Sirol. How could he stand up again if his heart was shattered?
But not only did he stand up, he also sprouted monster-like white tentacles. The tentacles wrapped around Siror's broken body layer by layer, and finally gradually formed into white solid muscles. The muscles were also covered with gray-white bone spurs and exoskeleton.
Those white tentacles reminded Angelus of the chalk beast "Champion" that he could control not long ago.
"I see."
Angelus figured it out in a split second.
The Federation or the Agreement Bureau has long mastered the method of controlling the chalk beast. Angelus knew that the Federation had been secretly studying the secrets of the Orientals, and this monster was probably a way to use the secrets.
Seeing Sirol's delirious appearance after resurrecting from the dead, Angelus was convinced that this technology was still immature. At least he knew that if a person just turned into an irrational monster, it would have no military value. This is why they want to steal Eastern people for experiments, just to get the complete power of God that they can control at will.
If the above inferences are consistent with the facts, then what he will face is the "power of gods" of the Eastern people...at least part of it.
Angelus immediately drew out his steam gun and prepared to fight the monster. But the Siror monster disappeared in an instant. In an instant, Angelus felt a chill on his back. He subconsciously dodged sideways and stumbled again after falling to the ground.
A huge sound came from behind him, and he turned around to see the Cyrol monster appearing behind him, tearing open the black steel floor with its claws.
Angelus was still frightened, and he relied on a slight murderous intention to avoid this unreachable attack.
But he knew that good luck would not last long. He could avoid the first blow by relying on instinct and luck, but he could never hide forever. If he couldn't find a way to kill this monster, he would be the next to die.
"Angelus—! Medici—! Kill you—!"
The Siror monster kept roaring, but only these few words were particularly clear. This is probably the only belief in his heart.
Although Angelus faced an invincible monster, he couldn't help but complain in his heart. He never imagined that one day he would be resented as a "Medici family member."
Taking advantage of the moment when the monster didn't notice, Angelus immediately slipped into the shadow of the box next to him and retreated back through the shadow of the pile of debris.
Angelus was hiding behind a large box and panting constantly. He was breathing and adjusting his thoughts.
If you think about it carefully, although these monsters have the power of "gods", they are not invincible. At least the people from the Agreement Bureau used tricks to capture a carload of people.
But it is not difficult to capture a person with cognition. As long as they are tricked into being knocked unconscious somewhere, they can be easily taken away. But it's almost impossible to deceive a crazy monster.
However, as he looked at those large freezers, a plan gradually took shape in his mind.
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In the dark night, on the outskirts of the capital city, Stewart Residence.
The gray-haired old man sat on the open balcony, and the weak candlelight from the overhead lamp illuminated half of his face. The old man closed his eyes, as if he had died long ago. But the clicking sound of the electrocardiograph on the table next to him kept hitting the paper tape. For a long time, there was only the sound of rattling in the room.
Bang bang, someone knocked on the door behind him, and a man in black walked in.
"Father, Level 2 Sacred Hazard Warning. The incident took place at No. 223 Heibier Railway Station," the man said.
"Did he take medicine?" The old man suddenly moved and moved his mouth to ask.
"should be."
"That's good."
After saying this, the old man stopped talking.
The man in black stood behind the old man for two minutes, opening and closing his hands many times, and finally clenched his fists.
"...Father, you don't want goods from the East?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"If you want that thing, father, you can send a more powerful picker. Sirol is very strong, but he is not the best among us. And you seem to have seen the division of the Medici family. The current head of the family and The Agreement Bureau has a tendency to unite. You can report his behavior to the Medici family and let the family take the initiative to impeach him. But you still sent Sirol and gave him the divine extract. Not only is there no guarantee that he will become a monster. The integrity of the cargo is more likely to be completely destroyed."
"Are you unhappy with my decision?"
After the words fell, the man in black realized that the old man had opened his eyes and looked back at him. On his face, which was full of vicissitudes and looked like a dead tree, there was a pair of dark gray eyes. The man in black knew that his father was no longer visible, and now he only relied on his voice to identify his location. But those gray eyes made the man in black feel as if he was being stared at by a wild wolf, and his whole body began to tremble.
"It's not like that, father. I just don't understand."
The man in black didn't lie either. The day his father abdicates, he will take over as head of the Stewart family. Although he still has the assistance of the elders of the family, he still has such huge power. He had to be mentally prepared. Now he had to study carefully all matters related to the family.
In his mind, his father is a giant. Stewart had hit rock bottom at one point in the past. And my father made the family reborn from the ashes like a phoenix, creating such a glorious history in the next half century. This is a family history, and also his personal history.
Some people say that he is Stewart, and that the day he dies, Stewart will also die.
The man in black felt that the Stewart family could not die, at least not let Stewart be destroyed in his own hands. He needed to learn everything from his father, and if his father was the creator of Stewart, then he had to be the second.
"Want to know the reason?"
"Yes, father!"
"Then let me tell you." The father paused, "Because I'm afraid."
The man in black was stunned after hearing his father's words.
"Fear?"
How can this be? I must have heard wrong. How could the great creator of Stuart speak such words as fear.
"The power of the Orientals is not allowed to be touched by us. It will only bring divine punishment." The father said tremblingly. The man in black clearly heard the fear in his voice.
"But father, now we have machinery and black water. If we get their power again, the West will be invincible!"
"You are wrong. The West has never gained power. We are just playing with the building blocks in our hands like children. It's fine for children to play with building blocks, but you can't rush towards adults with building blocks. That's all. You'll get a black nose and a swollen face."
The man in black stopped talking.
"Have you finished talking?" Dad asked.
"Well, that's it." The man in black nodded.
"Then leave me alone."
The man in black bowed slightly and then exited the room. Silence returned to the room once again, leaving only the clicking sound of paper tape.
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"How is the result?"
"Same as you said."
After the man in black left the room, he went to another secret room. He loosened his collar and sat lazily on the sofa, not as nervous as when he met his father.
"And what is your decision, my lord?"
The person across the table flicked the golden marigold badge on his chest and asked with a smile. But he knew the man in black's answer from the beginning.
"You still need to ask?" The man raised his head slightly, with a fiery will in his eyes, "Father is too old. He was imprisoned by his own delusions, fearful of the non-existent power of the Orientals, and even tried to stop Stewart's great achievements. Now He's no longer the creator of Stewart, he's just a crazy old man."
"You mean?"
"snort!"
The man in black snorted at the other party's knowing question.
"What shall be done, my lord?"
"Inform the Medici and ask them to prepare to arm themselves against the gods. This is a favor to them. Next is a new era. Whether it is Medici or Stuart, the old people of the old era should consciously withdraw from the stage."
He poured himself a glass of wine and swung the glass toward the window. The dark red wine stirred up a vortex in the glass, and through the vortex the scenery outside the window continued to rotate and become chaotic.
"Father, you are too old, too old to be saved. You can't live without medicine, right? One day, your life will come to an end, and I will become the new creator."
As soon as he finished speaking, he drank the red wine in one gulp, as if trying to swallow the chaos of the world.
A new era has begun.