Where is the third collapse? ! !

"Are you jealous?"

As if an invisible force was strangling her throat, the chattering woman suddenly stopped talking.

"In your eyes, these should all be your treatment, right?"

Rita continued to herself:

"As long as the annoying [Rita Rossweisse] doesn't exist in this world, Archbishop Otto will choose her. The one surrounding Lady Yulandel will naturally be you, an A-rank Valkyrie who advanced slightly later than me. You and she will ride the Gnius together to that large world bubble anchored by the ether. After a series of adventures, 'with your relationship with her,' you will take over as lieutenant of the assassination unit and the Undying Blade. And with the resources allocated by Destiny and the assistance of the fourth-generation God-Slaying Armor, you will become an S-rank Valkyrie, a symbol of honor and power."

"Instead of being like a rat crossing the street, being hunted by everyone, including the Destiny organization, and forced to live in a dark corner with the Nazi remnants, and even being transformed by Heinrich into an inhuman hybrid like a ghoul."

"Am I right, Miss Elizabeth?"

'Swish, swish, swish!'

Under the rain, the invisible collapse could sense the intentions of those being mercilessly mocked and turned into sharp blades made of blood, but turned into green smoke and dissipated before shooting out.

"hehe."

Elizabeth chuckled softly. "Just think of it as your last words. Say whatever you want. Anyway, when I take over your body in the future, all your achievements will still be mine."

Blood is the currency of the soul.

Just as Heinrich seized the body of Walter's clone, Elizabeth also planned to perform a ritual called "Blood Exchange" with Rita to take control of everything about her.

The above is the plan of the top leaders of the Hell Force.

Heinrich as Walter Joyce reigns over Anti-Entropy;

Elizabeth, transformed into Rita Rossweisse, becomes the key chess piece buried in destiny.

If they succeed, they will use their power to benefit the organization. If they fail, they will simply die out faster.

All or nothing, that's what lunatics and psychopaths like to do.

"Of course, when it comes to that, it's up to me whether I listen to those guys or not."

Elizabeth smiled and declared, "After all, if I could seize your body and become an S-rank Valkyrie, as recorded by Heaven, I'd have plenty of power to kill these bastards."

"for example--"

She tilted her head and grinned under the night sky: "Please ask your beloved Lord Yulandel to do me a small favor?"

……

Chapter 32 "When the Humanoids Shine"

On the foggy streets of the city with heavy rain, neon lights reflected in the puddles, casting a distorted purple-red halo.

"For example, could you please ask your beloved Lord Yulandel to do me a small favor?"

"Swish!"

Before Elizabeth could finish her malicious words, the sickle suddenly rose up and tore through the rain curtain. The moment the water curtain was split, the water droplets on the rose headdress splashed like withered petals.

The raindrops condensed into ice crystals in mid-air, reflecting the virtual image of Rita's attack trajectory.

In the reflection of thousands of raindrops, Elizabeth's body split like a mirror, and then reassembled in mid-air. The sickle only scratched her cloak, and only the afterimage of the mirror that remained in place was shattered.

Standing on the flickering streetlight, she looked down from above, feeling deeply moved: "Your Ice Moon Dance is still so sharp."

——Ice Moon Dance, a systematic skill created by the S-rank Valkyrie Rita Rossweisse, is a blend of Eastern swordsmanship and ancient Celtic sacrificial sword dance, combining both gorgeousness and offensive capabilities.

Ironically, Elizabeth, her former friend, contributed significantly to the development of the Ice Moon Dance, which is one of the reasons why she, who was only A-level, could dodge the attack.

Rita was not discouraged after the failed attack. She turned her wrist and prepared for the next attack.

Elizabeth's imagination is very beautiful, but all this is based on the premise that she can defeat Rita.

As long as her fantasy is shattered, everything this person has just been talking about will be nothing but flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

How could the parties involved not know this?

She opened her mouth slightly, revealing a pair of sinister canine teeth under her lips that were very different from those of humans.

next moment--

"Dad, why did you bring me here?"

The childish voice echoed in the street corner that should have been empty.

As a destined S-class Valkyrie, Rita certainly possesses abilities such as distinguishing between immortals and mortals and dispersing barriers for those who are idle.

The moment they realized that Maria was someone else in disguise, a barrier that drove away irrelevant people expanded outwards, centered around Rita.

The area under your feet is an abandoned building of an unfinished project. Theoretically, passers-by who are not involved in this matter should not be here.

However, the fact is that, including the little girl who just spoke in a childish voice and her taciturn father, the originally deserted abandoned construction site is gradually filled with a variety of figures.

The noisy sound covered up the sound of raindrops falling to the ground. A rough count revealed that there were actually more than a thousand people.

Elizabeth said, "Actually, I also tried to persuade my dear Ranger ally to hand over Alexander Rossweisse to me as a gift for your reunion with Rita... Unfortunately, Mr. Poteo's hatred for you seems even deeper than I imagined."

"But a reunion after so many years shouldn't lose its romance, so I took a different approach and invited some people to our party."

She said nervously, "Yes, that's right, from the intensive care units of various hospitals."

Elizabeth flipped her hand, and the glass tube filled with filthy blood flowed between her palms.

"Everyone in the ICU ignored me at first, and quite a few of their friends and family were furious and wanted to kick me out... But after all, they were about to say goodbye to this world, so why would they care about what a stranger like me said?"

The woman shook the glass tube. "So, to show them my kindness, I injected this into the dying patients."

As a gift from taking the HTR-type transformation potion, Heinrich's ability can transform the people he gnaws into zombies that retain a certain degree of rationality. In the middle and late stages of World War II, the Nazis used this ability to create an army that the Allies feared.

It has been nearly seventy years since the end of World War II. During this period, the Nazi remnants who evacuated to South America certainly conducted research on this ability.

Scientists discovered that the reason Heinrich was able to "reproduce" was essentially because there was a biological virus in his blood that could be included in the Erosion Stigmata sequence.

Once the virus is injected into the human body, it will quickly spread throughout the body and contaminate the brain tissue, eliminating the human brain's protective mechanism for the body while significantly stimulating appetite and adrenaline production.

The human body actually has considerable potential. Someone has calculated: assuming that nerve inhibition, pain restrictions and muscle strength limits are completely removed, the theoretical maximum output power of human skeletal muscle is about 3.7kW, equivalent to an instantaneous burst of 5 horsepower, which is close to the kinetic energy of a light car collision.

But if this really happens, the person will definitely experience many injuries such as comminuted fracture of the wrist bone, spiral fracture of the humerus, shoulder dislocation, etc., and will become a disabled person for the rest of his life.

To avoid this, when muscle contraction exceeds a safe threshold, the Golgi tendon organs in the spinal cord force the muscles to relax through neural feedback, such as suddenly releasing force when lifting weights, to prevent tendon tearing.

This is the human neuroprotective mechanism.

This chemical called adrenaline can make people breathe faster (provide a lot of oxygen), speed up the heartbeat and blood flow, dilate the pupils, provide more energy for physical activities, and make reactions faster.

In other words, by removing the neuroprotective mechanism and generating a large amount of adrenaline, a ghoul, even if originally just an ordinary person, can burst out with destructive power comparable to that of a light tank in a short period of time.

"You know, Rita, when everyone in the ICU saw their loved ones who were lying in the ICU now full of life, their reactions were really tear-jerking!"

Elizabeth opened her arms wide, her expression no longer one of proof, but one of profound emotion. "You're truly grateful to me, a guy who made a small contribution. What's that saying? I'll go through fire and water, even if it means anything."

"They were so enthusiastic, I couldn't refuse their kindness, right? So I told them that I was going to be reuniting with a long-lost friend and needed someone to warm up the atmosphere and make the party lively."

Glancing at the people below, she said in surprise from the streetlight, "I didn't expect that everyone would come on their own, but actually invite everyone they can from home!"

Rita whispered, "Stop pretending."

"Okay, okay, it seems you've become a little impatient after not seeing you for a few years."

Elizabeth sighed, "Or is it because of my reunion that things have turned out like this? Oh no, we have such a good relationship, Lady Yulandel won't be jealous? After all, I'm the ultimate gift from heaven, there's no reason to lose, right?"

"..."

"Okay, no more joking."

The woman chuckled. "To put it simply, out of the over 3,000 people present, 1145 have been injected with Heinrich's blood. If I die, or if they see something's wrong, they'll transform into ghouls and start a massacre among innocent people."

"Next, I will perform a blood exchange ritual to take your body. You can choose to resist, but if you move your fingers even slightly, at least one hundred of the fifteen hundred ordinary people present will die."

"Move again, two hundred."

"Move again, five hundred."

"If everyone here is killed, Mr. Poteo will physically erase your father."

Elizabeth came to Rita and whispered, "You can call me vile and shameless, and I'll accept any insult you can imagine. I've always treated so-called villains with class and scorn. Since you've chosen to be a villain and a bastard, then don't be a hypocrite and try to whitewash yourself. I won't occasionally do good deeds to show off the so-called complexity of human nature and disgust others."

"Our Lady Rita is different. You are a S-rank Valkyrie destined by Heaven. As an assassination captain with countless blood on your hands, you actually have a heaven-defying creed: 'Never let your sickle be stained with innocent blood.'"

"I just wonder if those unfortunate souls you killed were all unforgivable villains? Let's just assume they were. Then, Lady Rita, are you going to break your idiotic belief in 'not staining innocent blood' just because I'm going to take your body away? Are you going to watch over two thousand people die at the hands of your relatives who've transformed into ghouls? Huh? Hahahahahaha!!!"

She laughed wildly and stretched out her claws towards the girl who was close to her.

……

As the saying goes, when a person came to Britain in 1863 and saw their subway, he would be stunned; today in the 21st century, more than a hundred years later, if you go to Britain again and see their subway, you will still be stunned.

Thanks to industrialization, Britain completed its civilian infrastructure projects early on.

However, after the two world wars, this country, which could be called a den of capitalism, lost its dominant position and many colonies, and the maintenance of its civil facilities also declined rapidly.

Even for a big city like London, the sudden city-wide curfew imposed by the House of Lords would inevitably cause considerable chaos.

Even if the patrolling mounted police force coordinated and had the assistance of spells such as dispersing idlers and distinguishing between immortals and mortals, the crowded vehicles on the bridge would not be able to disperse in a short time due to the poor road conditions.

This undoubtedly caused great trouble to Fu Li and Yin Zhi who were driving forward, but no matter how much he honked the horn, the slow flow of traffic in front showed no sign of being unobstructed.

"There's no other way. Let's fly over."

Glancing at Alexander's life card next to the steering wheel, Fu Li unbuckled his seat belt and urged Yinzhi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, to get out of the car.

The swing of the life card indicated that Alexander was nearby. At this distance, there was no need to drive.

"Wait a moment, sir."

Yinzhi held the boy's shoulders.

“Flying is not an option.”

He said: "The Dimensional Administration has just issued a no-fly zone notice. Within forty-eight hours of the large world bubble landing, any flying unit with Honkai energy reaction within London will be indiscriminately sniped by the Starlight Watchtower!"

Starlight Watchtowers are defensive devices deployed in 33 sub-administrative districts. They are equipped with Gauss electromagnetic rapid-fire cannons that use electromagnetic propulsion as a propulsion force. They have a range of over 10,000 meters, a firing rate of 30,000 rounds per second, and the power of a single shot is equivalent to that of a Gauss ion sniper rifle.

One round of volleys may not kill Fu Li who is equipped with Sun Wheel Armor, but that is all he can do. In the second round, he can taste the freshly baked Fu Li sauce.

The boy, who didn't want to become like Fu Li-chan, was surprised and said, "As a prince, can't you ask the guards to be more flexible?"

Yinzhi smiled bitterly: "I have no right to oppose the decision made by the House of Lords. Moreover, I don't think it is wrong for them to issue a no-fly zone."

When the world bubble came, too many monsters gathered in this city.

If we don't use some deterrent force, chaos will break out in no time.

Fu Li always believed that there were always more solutions than problems. He rolled his eyes and asked, "What about you? Will you also be identified as a hostile unit?"

"will not."

Yinzhi said, "But I can't fly."

"That's easy."

After saying that, Fu Li activated the anti-gravity light wings of the Thunder II Soul Steel Armor.

Three diamond-shaped wings made of light particles appeared behind him. Fu Li jumped up and flew into the sky with the silver branch on his back.

After all, he is a prince, and no one has the courage to blast him into elementary particles in public.

In addition, Fu Li also activated the optical invisibility of the Soul Steel Armor, so from the outside it looked like only Yinzhi was flying, which also saved Daiying's face.

As expected, although several gun barrels responded at first, after hesitating for a moment, they turned their targets around and pretended that nothing had happened.

The people on the ground stared at this scene in a daze. A little boy with a runny nose said in a daze: "Brother Yinzhi has ascended to heaven."

"He is His Highness after all."

His mother replied with a smile.

For those who grew up in their generation, no matter what amazing feats His Highness Yinzhi performed, everyone would just smile and continue to be busy with their own things.

On the other side of the city, in an off-road vehicle also stuck on the road—

"Heinrich, I discovered something."

Ashdor, his white-haired face resting on his chin, gazed out the window at the dazzling lights. "I don't know why, but modern games refer to healing professions as nannies, and playing a healing profession as playing a nurse. When healing, people say things like 'nurse me' or 'give me a sip of milk,' using the amount of milk a healing profession produces to describe its strength."

"I think this statement stems from a sexualized language culture during the period when the gaming industry was completely dominated by men. As a feminist, I should redefine the name and related terms of the healing profession!"

He turned around excitedly and turned off the new song by the big star Eden that was playing on the speakers: "Hey, hey, do you think what I said makes sense?"

Heinrich glanced at him. "First, don't be a sonar freak. It makes me sick. Second, why don't you say what the nanny said? Sperm Daddy? When your health is low, you yell 'Sperm Daddy, give me ■■■?'"