Hearing his question, He Ao smiled and said,

"The reclusive and powerful old father takes revenge for his C-class child who was framed and died. This is the unfolding of a heroic story."

His wrinkled palms slowly touched the suitcase,

"Nighthawk is a good boy, but unfortunately, he is not my child.

"My child is just a nobody, and I am just a nobody's father.

"This city has 3.6 million people, 75 city councilors, seven representatives, two senators, ten city cabinet officials, one mayor, up to three B-level, and up to ten C-level

.

"And among the remaining 3.6 million nameless people, even if one person dies, it won't cause any trouble.

"In the past ten years, countless such nameless people have been killed by you in your pursuit of the so-called 'eternal power'."

He Ao stood up slowly, holding the spear beside him,

"My child is not a nighthawk, he is just an unknown person, one of the tens of thousands of unknown people in this city."

He paused, and the old voice spoke slowly and clearly, "But he is my only child."

"It seems we can't cooperate anymore."

Vironte also slowly stood up and stared at the old man in front of him.

He Ao slowly took off his cloak.

He was still wearing the custom-made suit that his wife had left for him, and he was still wearing the clothes he was going to wear at his child's funeral.

After several battles, this suit was inevitably damaged and stained with blood, but He Ao tidied it up very well. All wrinkles were smoothed as much as possible, and all dirty areas were cleaned as much as possible.

The clean clothes lay flat and neatly on his body.

Just like when Sito put on this dress for the first time and his wife carefully arranged it for him.

“Very nice dress.”

Vironte stared at the blood stains that had not yet been washed away, then glanced at the suitcase next to him, and sighed softly, "It's very suitable for a funeral."

"really."

He Ao raised his spear.

Keng——

Vironte's hand touched the bottom of the chessboard and jerked it violently.

In the dark night, something seemed to appear in his hand, but there seemed to be nothing.

Howo stared at the palm of Vironte's hand. He knew very well that there should be a weapon there, but he couldn't see it.

Obviously, this is an extraordinary weapon, and it is not weak.

"Actually, I'm not waiting for Bran,"

Vironte laughed. After realizing that the negotiation was unsustainable, his communication with He Ao became much easier. He looked up at the sky.

Among the blazing purple flames of those buildings, the purple twisting lines that originally filled the sky and danced continuously, gradually quieted down without knowing it, and outlined undulating shapes.

They look like hills, but they don't seem to be hills. In the mind of everyone who looks at these lines, there will naturally be an endless scene of hills shrouded in some kind of hazy purple light.

This 'hill' hangs upside down on the tall buildings, like a huge and oppressive purple cloud, covering the entire city.

At this moment, whether it was Fes who was dragging Bran inside the city at the city gate, the mercenaries and city defenders fighting on the high wall, or the anxious people hiding at home, everyone raised their heads.

Look towards the hills where the sky covers everything.

The building turned into a torch burned blazingly, the chaotic dance music echoing in the void became more and more noisy, and the despair of destruction spread along the endless night.

At this moment, a thought naturally appeared in everyone's mind.

The winding hill has arrived.

"You should have the knowledge of the ritual in your mind,"

Vironte lowered his head and stared at Heao,

"You should know how much effort I have put into getting to this point. Just to support the Kjet Group like this, to build these buildings to the points required for the ceremony, and to carve complex ritual patterns into this city.

, it took me more than 20 years.”

He stroked the white hair on his temples, and suddenly showed a self-deprecating smile. The smile was very light, but it carried a kind of suppressed madness, "Twenty years are fleeting! And I don't have the next twenty years.

."

"You don't just do this in one city."

He Ao answered calmly.

"certainly,"

Virunt held the invisible weapon in his hand and stared at He Ao, "This is only the first city."

He held the invisible weapon in his hand across his chest,

"Old brother, everything is over. The real sacrifice has begun. When the passage between Winding Hill and here is opened, I will be able to get feedback from Winding Hill. Maybe you just launched a direct attack on me.

Victory or defeat is still unknown.”

He looked at He Ao with a smile, "You won the first half of the game, but the second half and the final winner was me."

"What do you think I've been waiting for?"

Ho Ao held the spear in his hand and stared at Virunte in front of him with a smile.

Velente's expression changed.

The imagined situation of the whole city starting to offer sacrifices did not happen.

The upside-down valley above the city remains the same, and the purple glow like a burning torch on the building has not changed either.

However, as the host of the entire ceremony, Virente clearly felt that there was a serious 'lag' in the 'sacrifice' part of the ceremony.

It's like a gear stuck by some foreign object. The gear itself is still trying to rotate, but it can't rotate no matter what.

"what have you done?"

At this moment, an obvious expression of surprise finally appeared on Valente's face.

"As you said, I also have knowledge of those rituals,"

He Ao stared at him and raised his gun forward, "And I happen to have a relatively complex knowledge of mysticism, so I added a little 'hinder' to your ceremony."

"Occult knowledge from 'K'?"

Vironte looked at Ho Ao.

When he knew that the Nolanka Group was involved, he actually had some guesses about the supporters behind "Sito".

"It seems,"

He clenched the weapon in his hand, his face grew colder, and a terrifying sense of oppression spread from around him, "The next step is the battle between us."

Once the Winding Hill arrives, the ritual cannot stop.

He had the chance to cancel the ceremony and run away before, but now he has gone.

Virunte had already understood that He Ao had been stalling for time just now, until he reached this point where he could not retreat.

At least one of them must stay here forever.

He Ao stared at the Velonte in front of him and felt the almost strong sense of oppression that seemed to be substantial. This sense of oppression even surpassed Driss and exceeded any B-class he had ever seen before.
Chapter completed!