Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 120 Dark Night War 10——(Final Chapter 1)

Walking in the dusty aisle of the theater, Franco proceeded cautiously.

There was an aura of corruption in the air, and he was very familiar with this aura who had been to the Blood Council Hall.

Playing with the singer's badge in his hand, while calming down the feeling of motion sickness and wanting to vomit, he muttered, "I don't know what the boss gave this badge for."

And it seemed to be responding to Franco's complaints. Just after he turned a certain corner, a "mellow" singing sound entered Franco's ears from the theater hall.

Continuing to advance along the dark passage, several security guards who collapsed on the ground appeared in front of Franco.

Curious, he stepped forward to measure his breathing with his fingers, and Franco found that these people seemed to be just asleep.

But he also knew that it was far from simply falling asleep.

But what does this have to do with Franco?
For Franco, the only purpose of his coming here is to complete the task assigned to him by Karl.

As for dealing with corruption?

Could it be that Franco is so stupid as to dismantle "his own people"?

Turning his attention away from these "corpses" lying here and there, Franco continued to follow the singing voices floating in the distance, and walked along the dark passage.

And soon, he came to a luxurious hall.

In the auditorium in the hall, he saw audiences "sleeping" in pieces.

With the help of the dreamy blue lights on the stage, this time Franco could clearly see the expressions of the audience.

It was an extremely twisted expression in pain.

Silently wiping himself a cold sweat, Franco had to admire the timing of his job-hopping.

If he hadn't hugged Carl's thigh in time, he would be added to the group of people whose souls were devoured by the nightmare.

Looking around, Franco suddenly found a big problem - how to find Kaya?
Fortunately, he glanced at the timer in his hand, and at the moment he still has more than 8 hours.

This ample time is enough for him to find all the seats in the theater.

Just do it, thinking of this, Franco immediately prepared to start working.

But at this moment, the beautiful figure on the stage suddenly cast its gaze like a sharp knife on Franco who had just taken the first step.

Either blaming Franco for ruining the artistic conception of his performance, or surprised that Franco was immune to his own corrupt songs.

Suddenly, the entire hall began to shake.

Countless silver daggers fell off the walls of the hall.

At this moment, it was as if a metal storm had occurred in the center of the stage.

And in the next second, all these sharp blades were pointed at Franco who was bewildered.

At this second, Franco shouted "wronged" in his heart.

(Sister, you are my own!)
He quickly explained: "Keep people under the knife, I am also from Chaos!"

Hearing this, Franco's strange speech seemed to arouse the interest of the figure in the distance.

The silver daggers that were gradually approaching Franco also temporarily stopped the persecution.

I saw her lazy and frivolous wrists, and her slightly reluctant hands left the piano keyboard, then turned to Franco and asked, "Evidence?"

Accompanied by a violent sound force, Franco could feel an invisible, intangible, but ever-present sharp blade on his neck, and now it was caressing his neck.

It seemed that as long as Franco said a wrong sentence next, what awaited him next would be a painful death accompanied by suffocation.

Seeing this, Franco didn't dare to take it too seriously, and directly confessed his biggest boss behind the scenes.

Are you kidding, when will you move out if you don't move Carl out now?

Looking at Karl's appearance, his status in Chaos must not be too low. As long as it is revealed that Karl is behind me, this "unknown person" in front of me will always give me a little bit of trouble, right?
So Franco, who was anxious to save his life, immediately explained after figuring out the pros and cons: "Boss Karl sent me to deliver the things, don't go too far."

In an instant, Franco could even feel the temperature around him drop rapidly.

It was an extreme killing intent.

"Who is your boss again?"

The icy sound was like a frozen kilometer tsunami.

It seemed that as long as Franco made a wrong answer, the tsunami would unfreeze immediately in the next second, and then slap him to death on the beach.

At this moment, to be honest, Franco was at a loss.

In case this guy had a grudge against Karl, didn't he send it on the spot?

Swallowing silently, Franco knew that he had no way out at this time.

Cautiously replied: "Carl."

However, the matter was resolved in a peaceful manner in the end.

After hearing Franco's confirmation of "Carl"'s name, the figure in the distance laughed wildly inexplicably.

"Carl, Carl, hahaha, He really didn't lie to me..."

With the lifting of the embarrassing atmosphere, all the previous killing intent also dissipated.

Franco, who was covered in cold sweat, looked at the crazy figure in the distance, somewhat ashamed.

(Is this guy a resentful woman who was dumped by Karl? Why is she so angry?)

But at this time Franco did not forget his own job.

Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, he will give priority to completing Carl's task at this moment.

With the help of the blue light on the stage that was flickering and dimming at this time, he began to look for Kaya's figure on the audience stage.

The hard work paid off, and finally in a corner of the back row, Franco saw that familiar figure.

Kaya, who collapsed on the seat, was holding the hair of an "innocent spectator" next to her.

It was like pulling his hair off to see if it was a wig.

Seeing this, Franco couldn't complain.

He knew that Kaya was suspecting that the person in front of him was a gene stealer, so he wanted to see if he was bald first.

So the curious Franco stepped forward to pull out a few hairs, and finally determined that Kaya had found the wrong person.

(With such thick hair, it is impossible to be a thief. I don't know why Kaya ran over to arrest this person.)
But the complaints are the complaints, Franco has not forgotten his mission.

Carefully finding a corner to hide in the back row, staring at the timer in his hand, he began to wait.

Looking at the woman on the stage who became "extremely excited" when she heard Karl's name, even Franco began to admire Karl's flair.

(It seems that this is not lightly cheated.)
But soon, Franco put away all disrespect.

Those silver daggers spread out to every corner of the stage again.

Or to be more precise, spread to the neck of every listener.

Of course, this audience also includes Franco.

Seeing the cold light so close at hand, Franco immediately suppressed all his words.

Are you kidding me? Tucao can only be used for a while.

Franco, who still has an unfulfilled "dream", does not want to die young.

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(End of this chapter)