Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 220
With this car skill, the corner of Ren's mouth twitched slightly, the female hooligan was really pervasive, seamless.

There is going to be a war, of course he knows about it, but...

Ren raised his cowboy hat: "To be honest, the scale of this war exceeded my expectations.

What surprised me the most was that the Association was preparing to intervene in this war. Why? "

The Demon Hunter Association, like the Natural School, belongs to the neutral order camp, and generally does not intervene in wars on a large scale.

Shirley gave him a blank look: "Stop talking nonsense, I don't know much, but you have to figure it out, this is different from a war between human nations.

Demon descendants are a threat to everyone. The latest news is that just last night, the president who hadn't heard from him for a long time appeared and launched a beacon order! "

Ren took a breath, this was the first time he heard from the president of the Demon Hunter Association.

The president of the Demon Hunter Association, the fifth rank [Title Demon Hunter], his name is unknown, his age is unknown, and he has no photo or portrait. His official title is "Zero".

This is what he knew about the president. He once asked Lao Goat, and the other party was still at the third level at that time, and he didn't know the name of the president.

However, according to the old goat, the president should not be more than three hundred years old. The known record is that he once killed a prince of darkness.

"What is the beacon order?" Ren has only been in this world for more than four months, and he has only joined the association for half a month. There are many blind spots in knowledge.

Xue Li's eyes flickered, and her voice was like a clear spring: "He is just a white hunter, don't act like a curious baby.

There is another prisoner here, ask the old goat tomorrow, he knows more. "

"He's been injected with drowsiness agent and blindfolded and his ears are plugged so he can't hear."

Ren muttered, and glanced back at Ugo, who was dragged by his arm, who was already unconscious.

Shirley smiled slightly, she licked her red lips, and exhaled in Ren's ear like blue: "Yeah, he can't hear, why don't we do some loving sports here?
The environment is dark and atmospheric, don't worry, I will pay. "

Damn, do you think I'm a duck?
Ren reached out and pushed her face away, Shirley was very beautiful and had a great figure.

But even if he wasn't in love with Keisha, Ren didn't want to have sex with her once, because the other party had countless men, so he always felt that he was at a loss.

Knowing that the other party was a little impatient and couldn't ask for more information, he stopped talking.

Seeing that he was silent, Shirley couldn't help stamping her feet angrily, very upset, there were few men she couldn't seduce.

The two stopped talking, and under her leadership, they walked through the dark corridor and locked Ugo in a cell.

This is a specially-made Baixuan iron cell, which is enough to detain ordinary third-order transcendents. Besides, Ugo has been severely injured, and he will not be able to recover in a few days.

After that Ryan went to sleep, and at eight o'clock the next morning, after breakfast, he waited for the old goat in an office on the second floor of the hospital.

"squeak~"

There was a knock on the door, and the old goat, who had just spent the night whoring in the Rose Bar and didn't return home, walked in with a refreshed face.

He was dressed very handsomely at the moment, a white shirt embroidered with gold trim, a black leather vest, and black trousers.

His hair is oily and combed straight back. He wears a gold-rimmed pince-nez on his high bridge of nose, and holds a black cane with a silver-tipped tip.

"Tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you've made me look like a dog.

If it weren't for your wretched aura, which is as conspicuous as a street lamp in the dark, I almost wouldn't have recognized you. "

Ren sat on a sofa, crossed his legs, and teased.

The old goat looked proud, and waved the walnut cane in his hand. The sound of the wind was heavy, and it pierced the air with texture.

"Boy, is this how you talked to the future celestial figure ── the great Master Nicholas?"

He turned his nostrils to the sky, stared at Ren, and shook the black cane in his hand: "Did you see the big stick in my hand?
Believe it or not, I'll blow your dog's head off with one blow! "

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Ren said with a chuckle: "Stop bragging, didn't you say a lot of bold words in front of me, the future titled witcher.

It is said that I want to come here to show my skills, what stage is born for you, and Faroran shines because of you, what is the result?

You don't seem to be doing anything other than prostitution until you lose contact, right? "

The old goat rolled his eyes when he heard that, took out two bottles of champagne from the cabinet, and handed one to Ren.

He bit off the cap of the champagne bottle in his hand, took a sip, and breathed out: "Who said I didn't do anything, I didn't stop working for three hours last night, the girls are really cool."

Seeing Ren's contemptuous expression, the old goat snorted, with some dissatisfaction in his tone: "Do you think I don't want to take a few devil cubs into surgery? The conditions are not allowed.

The other day I was talking to a Chief Inspector (above the Commissioner) in Bureau 7 and he told me not to act rashly and bide my time before something went wrong. "

Frowning, Ren was very puzzled: "I've always wondered, why didn't you suppress the ghouls in the seventh round?"

The old goat sighed and explained: "It's like this, this time the Duke of Ghouls Marcus..."

He told Rennes the information about Yan of Gluttony, including Prince Miro and Grand Duke Luke who were involved in it.

Ren pondered for a while, touched his chin and said, "Shouldn't that be more of a quick cut? Now the demons keep sending strong men here, and the more they are delayed, the scale and complexity of the war will increase.

Once the situation is corrupted, wouldn't it be more difficult to deal with? "

The old goat shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know about this. I don't know why. I feel that the people in the seventh game are deliberately delaying. It seems that the longer the time, the better their chances of winning."

Ren closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, then he was startled, and he said uncertainly: "Could it be a game?"

"But this is unreasonable, under normal circumstances, it does not take such a long time to mobilize the strong.

Moreover, what are the benefits of expanding the scale of war? "The old goat said leisurely.

The wars in this world are mainly battles between transcendental beings, and the number of people is smaller, and the mobility of transcendental beings is far superior to that of ordinary people, and logistics does not require too long preparation time.

"What's the matter with the beacon order?" Ren asked.

The old goat laughed: "Recently, His Majesty Charles VI has been asking for help everywhere, saying that he can't hold on anymore.

Although there are suspicions of pretending to be pitiful, the major forces more or less stated that according to the latest information, Raphael, the Silver Spear, and Alfred, the Justice from Heaven, have already rushed to Faroran.

Moreover, although the major forces did not send saints, they are all preparing to send many outstanding young people to join the battle.

Not just Alfred and Raphael, many lesser geniuses will also come.

The beacon order has been handed over to Hal, and he will ignite the demon-hunting beacon this time. "

"Is this training for soldiers?" Ren felt that the storm was about to come.

It seems that the time of war is raging again. The familiar sounds of horseshoes, clashes of weapons, and roars... seem to be connected together.

"I'm afraid it's not just that, as far as I know, the director of Bureau 7, Carl Moldred, has recently visited many strong men who have settled in Faroland.

This is not like just a military training, this sign, Faroran seems to want to launch a national war with the power of the whole country, and bet on the fate of the country! "

Ren was in a trance: "This is not the style of Charles VI."

The old goat also frowned: "It's true that he doesn't have such courage. I always feel that this is like the handwriting of the great emperor back then."

(End of this chapter)