The red rose of the age of elves

Chapter 356 The Sharp Knife and the Phantom

"The report is over. Around tonight, Lord Quecchis and Lord N were able to successfully climb to the top of the Dragon Spiral Tower." Raphael heaved a sigh of relief, put his hands in his jacket pockets, and sat on the gravel beside him in the pile.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Hard."

The short words sounded intermittently, very cold.This is the daily life of the Sharp Knife Squad, or the daily life of all death squads, lifeless and completely devoid of vitality.

"What's the plan after reaching the summit?" Another young man said in a muffled voice, his whole body covered in a pitch-black coat.

"I don't know, bayonet." Raphael said bluntly, "The things after that are not what we should consider. Everything is based on the order of Mr. Quecchis."

"Humph."

The bayonet snorted, and his attitude was not cooperative and friendly, but Raphael let him go.

At least, the Sharp Knife Squad did not exist in the first place, but was reorganized after the two teams were broken up, and finally named the Sharp Knife Squad.

Among the members were Raphael, Uriel, and Sariel from the Angel Squad, and the bayonet and saber from the Blade Squad. All five of them were male.

For a while, the five people sat or leaned against the pile of rocks, but no one spoke. From the outside, it looked like five lifeless corpses.

When they are working, they are like five precise instruments that never make mistakes, but when they are resting, they are lifeless.

Because it is their destiny to be sacrificed anytime and anywhere, they have no future.

"Hey, aren't these five files?" A group of five girls came over with a soft voice full of sarcasm.

All of them were wearing fashionable gray-blue coats. If you look closely, they were military uniforms of the Plasma Regiment. They completely covered their bodies in the coats, only their beautiful faces were exposed outside.

The five of them stood together, like the five most beautiful flowers in the world blooming together at the same time, some were pure, some were glamorous, some were delicate, some were cold, they could be said to be five precious golden flowers.

Like the Sharp Knife Squad, they are death squads, but most of their responsibilities are espionage work and assassination work. It is their job to use their bodies to make certain greasy middle-aged men spit out important information.

"Never mind your business." Raphael said coldly without raising his head, "Do your job well and get the hell out."

Ye Ying, the captain of the Phantom Squad, snorted, and a sneer appeared on that coquettish face, "Ah, it's a shame to be colleagues with you."

"Humph."

The five of them snorted half-deadly at the same time, but did not reply.

Because internal fighting is prohibited within the Death Squad, if you really want to fight, you can also meet in the arena to fight when there are no missions, but you can't kill the opponent or the opponent's elf partner.

So it is simply used as a means of venting, in order to preserve resources and not be consumed in internal fighting, the instructor said so.

"Since the death of Michael and Gabriel, your angel team has become less and less human." She covered her mouth and smiled, looking at Uriel and Sariel.

Uriel didn't speak, it seemed that he was too lazy to speak, or maybe he fell asleep.

Sariye stood up from the pile of rubble, and walked to Ye Ying with one foot deep.

"What's the matter, Sariel?" Ye Ying asked with a smile and lowered her head.

"Noisy woman..." Sariel stared straight at Ye Ying with his opaque eyes, "Do you think I dare to kill you with one knife?"

Sariel held a short dagger in his hand, and there was a glint of cold light, and his eyes without any light were staring at Ye Ying lightly, as if he was staring at a prey.

Anyone could belittle him because of his size and appearance as a child.

But the colleagues who work with him never think so, and some even dare not talk to Sariel.

monster.

That's what they all called him.

Sally, is a genius, but also a monster.

The corner of Yeying's mouth twitched, hummed coquettishly as if showing weakness, then turned and left.

"It's a pity that Michael died. I still like that man very much."

Sariel watched the backs of the five of them leaving, and finally looked back, sat back to the original position again, put on the hood, and began to fall asleep.

Master Quecchis' missions will be issued anytime and anywhere, and at the same time, Master N needs to be protected. The Sharp Knife Squad will take a break at this time, and replace them with members of the Phantom Squad for close protection.

The Sharp Knife Squad rested paralyzed in the stone pile, and none of the passing plasma team members dared to disrespect them, they all stopped to salute and left quickly.

In terms of rank, the Death Squad is an independent department, but its authority is equivalent to that of a squadron leader, and its strength is also the same.

"Uriel, remember to call me later, I'll sleep for a while." Raphael said, slightly closing his tired eyes.

"...understood."

Uriel was a taciturn young man, and when he heard Raphael say that, he nodded.

The bayonets and sabers remained silent, and soon after, they heard grunts.

They have already put life and death aside, or in other words, at the moment they joined the Death Squad, they were already dead, their original names disappeared, and their only remaining meaning was this code name.

. . . . . .

"Huh, it's so dangerous..." Gabriel let out a sigh of relief after jumping over a section of crystal, "This road is getting more and more difficult."

"Well, but the surrounding area is getting brighter." Mo Ran looked around and could clearly see a lot of crystals emitting light, but these crystals were completely invisible on the underground platform just now. It can be said that they have already descended Walked a great distance.

"It's a little hot, don't you think?" Gabriel wiped his sweat, and squatted on the ground for a short rest.

"It's because we are close to the heat of the ground." Mo Ran turned on the temperature regulation of his body, so nothing happened. "Indeed, the surrounding environment is indeed much hotter than the upper floor."

Mo Ran looked around, then put his hand on the crystal and felt it.

"By the way, what is this crystal? Why is it so hard?" Gabriel asked casually.

"Who knows, I can't chop off a piece and take it back for research." Mo Ran snorted twice, "This is as hard as a diamond."

"Diamonds don't shine."

"Of course I know." Mo Ran and Gabriel had an unhealthy conversation.

At this time, a wave of heat surged up again, and the expressions of Mo Ran and Gabriel changed slightly, "Crust movement?"

"Are you telling a horror story? Don't let the Dragon Spiral Tower collapse." Gabriel snorted, "Looking at this, it should be the activity of the elves. If it was the movement of the earth's crust, the Dragon Spiral Tower would have collapsed long ago."

(End of this chapter)