Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Moreover, he spent a lot of money to hire bodyguards from the King of Fighters Temple.

The chances of survival would be even higher.

West Germany thought this through, a sinister smile creeping across his face, and gave the order to the person outside the door.

"I'll stay here until the next day. You all keep watch at the door."

"..."

After waiting for a while, there was no response.

"what happened?"

Sid asked in a cold voice, but then his face stiffened as if he had just realized something.

"Dong dong."

A dull knocking sounded from outside the door.

Before he could respond, the sliding door to the room was opened, revealing the figure of a woman in a black dress.

"Hello, room service."

Surtr smirked and addressed the room in a teasing tone.

Her response was met by a scantily clad figure.

"what!"

The woman who was thrown in screamed in mid-air, and Surtr reached out and caught her.

Yu Guangzhong.

The prostitutes, still confused, stood frozen in place, while the noble prosecutor, Sid, was naked and utterly unladylike, crawling towards the window.

It's truly an eyesore.

Miss Surtr felt she needed to go back and wash her eyes.

The woman was placed on the ground, where thick blood stained her skirt. A round head lay at her feet, eyes wide open, a look of confusion on its face, as if it didn't even know how it had died.

Fear crept into my heart.

With a thud, the woman collapsed into a pool of blood.

It seems that my mental fortitude still needs improvement.

Ignoring the other party, Surtr was about to give chase when suddenly, the ceiling above him collapsed.

Four figures descended from above.

There were two men and two women, three of whom were dressed provocatively, and their clothing styles appeared to be similar based on their color schemes.

Memories in my mind were unearthed.

The Four Demon Rakshasa were an assassination squad directly under the minister.

But now that the minister is dead, these guys are out of a job.

I heard that these guys have pushed their bodies to the limit, and they can defeat Teigu users without using Teigu.

It's pretty strong.

With a quick glance, Surtr stepped into the room without giving the other party a chance to speak.

After a while.

Tap, tap, tap.

Without stopping, Surtr went to the balcony.

His gaze lingered on the ground, then he lightly leaped up and disappeared into the crowd.

Through the doors and windows, one could only see a few prostitutes lying on the ground, and feel the sweltering heat emanating from outside.

West Germans were running down the street, pulling up their trousers.

He weaved through the crowd, looking as flustered as if he had been kicked out of bed by a girl.

I could faintly hear the jeers and laughter from all around me.

West Germany's face flushed red.

He swept his menacing gaze around, but this only made the noise of the crowd even louder.

Damn civilians.

Silently memorizing their faces, West Germany decided that once they were out of danger, he would send them all to the torture chamber.

Turning his head, West Germany looked behind him.

The redhead was nowhere to be seen in the crowded throng.

I breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But as soon as he turned around...

A flash of crimson appeared in front of my eyes.

The woman, dressed in black, resembled a vengeful ghost descended from hell to claim lives. Her moist lips parted, and she spoke silently to West Germany.

I see you.

"This... so fast, are all four Rakshasa demons dead already?!"

A chill crept up his spine and into his mind, and West Germany retreated repeatedly.

Tap, tap, tap.

Even though they were in a crowd, the other person's footsteps were so clear.

The two sides are getting closer and closer.

"Quickly, stop her!"

He grabbed someone from beside him and pushed them forward.

There was no movement. He turned around and saw a hooded figure silently watching him.

"what!!!"

He quickly let go and West Germany turned and ran.

But before he could take two steps, his body suddenly bumped into something hard, and the strong impact made him fall to the ground.

Raise your head.

My body is now surrounded by a crowd.

In his line of sight, identical figures surrounded him.

They wore the exact same clothes, looked exactly the same, and spoke in the exact same tone.

I see you.

The synchronized, almost machine-like sound drilled into West Germany's ears and filled their minds.

"Ah, ah! Ah!!"

His expression turned ferocious, his consciousness became hazy, and he uncontrollably fell backward.

In a quiet alleyway on a bustling, crowded street in Flower Street, no one seems to notice you.

[Raw Stone x375]

Surtr looked at the middle-aged man in front of him whose eyes were rolling back, put away the Holy Grail, and shrugged.

"He died already? His mental fortitude needs improvement."

"However, let's deal with one first."

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 23 Have you eaten?

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Black shadows roam the city, wielding blades like the scythe of death, dragging people into the underworld.

"Life is so fragile."

Surtr stood atop the tower, marveling at the sight.

More than a dozen corpses, resembling pieces of garbage, lay sprawled haphazardly in the plaza below.

After just a few days, she felt that hanging the person up was too much trouble and that it would be better to just leave it as it was.

“Let me see, the next target is… the treasurer, Gozeba, hmm, that guy’s been staying at the palace lately.”

Surtr looked at the overfed, fat pig in the data.

"Speaking of which, it's been a while since we last infiltrated the palace. We've already finished writing the script for the young emperor, so let's just do it all at once."

After that, they'll be using the Holy Grail as a fully automatic wish-granting machine, probably because they won't have the time to do anything for the emperor.

Let's take this opportunity to resolve it together.

No one wants the other person to succeed more than she does, so you'd better stand up straight, little emperor.

With that thought in mind, Surtr jumped down from the tower, wandered the streets until late at night, and then easily scaled the wall to enter the inner city.

Streetlights adorning both sides of the road dispel the darkness, and soldiers clad in armor patrol the road according to predetermined routes.

Since Surtr infiltrated the palace last time, the number of guards inside seems to have increased considerably.

However, the patrols by ordinary people obviously couldn't hinder her from doing anything.

A gentle breeze enveloped her figure, concealing Surtr's presence, and she quietly slipped into the palace.

Considering the priorities, she decided to first optimize... no, to give the little emperor a dream.

You can kill someone anytime, but sending a message in a dream is a time-consuming process, so it's best to avoid being disturbed.

To prevent a repeat of the last incident, Surtr specifically used her clairvoyance to confirm from afar that Esdeath was still in the room before infiltrating.

Following his memory, Surtr arrived at the window outside the Emperor's room.

Holding the Holy Grail, his figure shimmered.

She went back into the room.

It was the same familiar scene, with a monotonous layout and luxurious decorations. Oil paintings of my parents hung on the wall, and books were placed on the table, showing signs of reading and writing.

They're quite hardworking.

Surtr nodded approvingly.

Looking down at the bed, the androgynous emperor lay peacefully asleep.

And on the side

Surtr blinked incredulously, turned around, and then turned back again.

Yes, it's not an illusion.

His expression turned strange.

Ahead, a man as still as a statue stood beside the emperor's bed, his face stiff and rigid, his thick eyebrows raised like swords pointing to the sky.

A pair of slightly tired little eyes were quietly watching her.

Hmm... why is this guy here?

Surtr tilted his head in confusion.

She certainly knew the other person.

One of the two strongest in the empire, General Bud.

Because he was completely invisible, Surtr didn't pay any attention to him at all. How did he end up here now?

It wasn't there when I came last time.

Okay, she knows it's probably because of her own fault.

As the royalists second only to Surtr, it's not incomprehensible that they would come to protect the emperor when the palace was invaded and the emperor was in danger of being attacked at any moment.

The intrusion was caught red-handed, which was a bit embarrassing.

Why don't we say hello first?