Nightmare’s Call

The capital of Anduin Province, Adrian City.

"Would you like a cup of Kezi black tea?"

In the quaint study, Isaac sat by the old bookshelf, flipping through a heavy local chronicle in his hand.

His bald head reflected a clear reflection under the light of the study.

The black one-eyed eye mask was placed on the table, revealing only his white and pupilless left eye.

Glancing at Baron Senfa who came in from the door, he smiled and shook his head.

"No, I don't like to drink anything while I'm looking at the files."

"Really? That's really a pity, it's rare to get such a good tea." The platinum-blonde curly-haired man at the door laughed, holding a cup of steaming hot pink tea in his hand.

"Work is never done," he added.

Isaac shook his head.

"The situation on Celine's side is a bit complicated. I must ensure that every step is correct."

The platinum-haired man leaned against the door frame, lazily stretching out his hand to scratch his hair.

"We have two full years to complete the plan. What's the rush?"

Isaac smiled, but didn't respond.

He just picked up the black eyepatch on the side, put it on lightly, and then pulled the silver eagle logo on the collar of the military uniform.

This trip was dispatched from China to Celine, and the mission he and Baron Senfa shouldered was not as simple as assassinating or resisting something.

"The higher-ups decided to spend two years to fully complete the planned progress. This is very difficult." Isaac paused, "However, after careful analysis in the past few days, I have indeed seen the mystery of this mission."

"Isn't it very simple?" Baron Senfa laughed, "A country, a nation, will always burst out with unimaginable power in times of crisis."

"So? Why did such a force erupt? Who are the people who erupted? What class? What background?"

Isaac sat at the desk, his light blue eyes were deep and wide.

The smile on the baron's face subsided slightly, and he began to think.

"You stopped me by asking that question."

"It's actually very simple." Isaac raised his hands calmly, interlaced his fingers in front of him, and stretched slightly.

"These people who burst out with strength must be people who have a certain foundation before, and they are people who have the potential to explode.

And why do they explode? One is not reconciled to their own interests being violated. The second is that they believe that their own country, their own nation, should not be weaker than others.

Being invaded and ruled by other countries is a humiliation in itself for them. Here again, there is an individual concept of ‘us’ and ‘them’.”

".Are you studying sociology? Or ethnology?" The baron shook his head. "I'm not interested in these things. I'll do what my superiors ask me to do. I'll just do as required. These are the jobs of think tanks."

"Only by understanding what we really need to do can we understand the focus of this operation and mission." Isaac said calmly.

"Then you have analyzed it for so long, now you know what the point is?" the Baron asked in surprise.

"Of course." Isaac smiled. He bent his fingers and let his ten fingers rotate repeatedly like a wheel.

"The first thing we have to do is interrupt them."

"Interrupt them?"

"yes."

Isaac smiled meaningfully.

"Break their spines. Make them, from the bottom of their hearts, fear us and adore us. Fear us."

"Then what if you keep playing?"

"Then kill all those who have the potential to explode. Compared to the total population, these people are too few." Isaac touched his blindfold and said calmly.

"Go! Go! Kill him! Kill him!!"

"Fuck him!! Kill him!!!"

"Rush, Death Spike!!"

"Holding!! Crash! Where's the joint skill!? Where's your fucking joint skill? Damn it!!"

In the underground boxing ring of Anduin's family.

In the iron cage that was deliberately painted white, two strong men wearing only shorts were fighting desperately.

Among them, the one with fairer skin is the strongest boxing champion in this boxing ring, Death Spike Kariduma.

The bald man who was one head taller than him was the berserk giant Bangos from Redeon.

At this moment, Death Spike was covered in blood, bowed his head, and kept turning around the berserk giant, trying to find an opening.

He has done this many times.

Every time they thought they had a chance and rushed to fight, it was like bumping into a wall, and they were beaten back with just a few moves.

The berserk giant was condescending and looked at him playfully like a small bug. The contempt that came from the bottom of his heart, not to mention Death Spike, even the audience outside the cage could clearly see it.

The sounds of cursing and shouting from all around came surging like raging waves. Impacting the inner line of defense of Death Spike.

He tried hard to swallow the blood foam, frantically mobilizing all the strength in his body.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Suddenly he let out a wild roar, and rushed towards the berserk giant again.

This time, he could feel that the muscles in his whole body were like flowing water, gathering the power layer by layer, and quickly concentrated on his right arm.

Without hesitation, he swung his right fist.

This punch was his pinnacle punch, and it was also all the punches he gathered his final strength.

puff!

Blood splashes exploded.

Death Spike's body suddenly froze in place. The top half of his head was missing.

Only the nostrils, mouth and chin are still slowly opening and closing.

"Call! Call! Call again!!!"

The berserk giant withdrew its fist and roared ferociously towards the surroundings.

"No more shouting will change the fact that you are trash!"

He raised his right fist, showing off the brains and blood stained on his hand for everyone to see.

The surrounding Celine people suddenly fell into anger and madness. They waved their fists through the cage, blushing and wanted to rush up.

Many ladies screamed and cursed, frantically throwing all kinds of debris into the cage.

Boom! !

Suddenly there was a loud noise.

The violent giant kicked hard on the iron cage, unexpectedly kicking the iron cage out of a big hole.

He grabbed the cage with both hands and tore open the hole, and just walked out.

"Whoever it is! Come! Come and beat me!" He slapped his chest and roared. "come!!"

Seeing him rushing out of the cage, the men around him completely lost their previous irritability, but were frightened and backed away in embarrassment.

"You guys are too weak!" The violent giant stretched out his finger and poked everyone down.

"I'm in the far north, and I've heard from childhood that Celine's martial arts masters have a long tradition and strong strength. So I came here because of their reputation.

But now, what do I see? The so-called martial arts masters are good at the martial arts that jump up and down like monkeys? "

The berserk giant roared angrily.

The surrounding voices were gradually suppressed by him alone.

The security guards in the boxing ring gathered around one after another, trying to appease him.

"I, Bangos, are waiting here, in this boxing ring. I will start the fight for ten days. During these ten days, anyone can challenge me on stage.

Come! Let me see your real martial arts! ! Come kill me! Completely, kill me! ! As long as you can do it! ! "