They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

"Hey, move this up there! Hurry up and come back when you're done. You're the slowest of the bunch!"

The Chen family member spoke sternly, naming and directing the men in the uniforms of the armed forces to continue their work. He didn't really care who these men were, as the Chen family had plenty of armed personnel. But for him, the task assigned by the head of the family had to be completed without error.

"Hey, Third Brother, how much do you need?"

A member of the Chen family also walked out from the corner of the road on the other side. The two had similarities in their faces and were obviously both descendants of Chen's father.

"It's Fourth Brother... Stop talking, he's still busy. The schedule is too tight. I guess I'll have to work hard all night, all night long... But the part Fourth Brother is in charge of is easier and less tiring—"

"Hahaha, no way! This just means Father thinks I'm not good enough... Third brother is more capable and steady, so he's more valued!"

The conversation between the third and fourth brothers of the Chen family seemed to be about family matters, but the two brothers were not actually close. They were just testing each other in their daily lives.

The Chen family had dozens of brothers and sisters, and except for Nuonuo, everyone else basically spoke to each other in a harmonious family tone. On the surface, this was the case, but behind the scenes, they were constantly scheming against each other. After all, no matter how huge the Chen family's wealth was, Father Chen would eventually hand it over to his children.

However, there are still too many competitors, dozens in total.

To this end, they each tried their best to make the other lose their father's favor as much as possible.

"Oh, how could I possibly be considered... If we talk about who father values ​​the most, it has to be our sister Mo Tong!"

Hearing his third brother's words, the fourth brother's eyes flickered. He looked hesitantly and lowered his voice: "I heard that Mo Tong... is going to marry into the Gattuso family?"

"Anyone with eyes can see it, right? Those foreigners were flirting with my father a while ago."

"No, no, what I'm saying is that our sister Mo Tong seems to have passed the interview. Even Gattuso's seniors are very satisfied with her!"

The fourth brother of the Chen family spoke with a sour tone. He felt that this talented sister was like a princess wherever she went, and was loved and warmly held by the elders as if she were a precious gem unearthed from nature.

"...Just keep your mouth shut! Her destination has already been decided. When the time comes, she'll have no further ties to the family, and out of her father's sight, which is at least a good thing!"

The third brother of the Chen family waved his hand to indicate that he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore. He looked up and searched for the armed men whom he had just called to move things, but they had not returned yet.

"Are those people so slow? The family pays them so high, but they've turned out to be a bunch of lazy bums?" He casually pointed at two more people and said, "You two, go upstairs and urge those lazy bums!"

So the two of them turned and left, their figures disappearing in the corridor, but just like before, they didn't come back for a long time.

"Huh?" The third brother of the Chen family was busy for a while and found that the people sent up never came back, and he immediately became suspicious.

"These guys have been dawdling for so long, maybe they fell into the toilet?"

"Third brother! If you ask me, with such a large family, there are bound to be a few sneaky and negative elements. I think if they dare not come, they probably have some bad intentions..."

"Fourth brother, go and do your thing. I'll take care of things here!"

The third brother didn't want his younger brother to overstep his authority and interfere with him, so he quickly stopped the work of a team of armed personnel and blocked the entrance to the ground floor. Then he began to retrieve the ground floor's surveillance footage.

Unexpectedly, at this moment there was a noise in the corridor. The armed men raised the black muzzles of their guns vigilantly, and only lowered them when they saw a familiar face.

The third brother of the Chen family stepped forward, his face furious, his brows furrowed as he shouted, "Who told you to take so long? Don't tell me you all fell into the toilet!"

A large face opposite showed an embarrassed smile and slowly approached, "Sorry, I've been in the toilet for a long time. It's dark at night, and brothers don't dare to walk alone in this gloomy place..."

The third brother of the Chen family was still relentless. "Stop talking nonsense! You've been on duty here for how many years, and you're still afraid of walking at night? Also, to enter the secret underground floor, you need a code. Where's your code? Check it out! Don't be bothered, this is the rule. You have to give the code no matter how many times you go!"

"Hey!"

The big-faced man in the lead suddenly fell silent, only sighing in an irrelevant manner.

He pulled out a Remington 870 at a speed that the Chen family members could not react in time. While the opponent was first surprised and puzzled and then ready to pull out his gun in anger, he operated the manual pump with incredible speed, took the lead, raised the muzzle and pulled the trigger.

The high-powered shotgun fired at close range hit the Chen family members and several armed men around them with a loud bang. They were caught off guard and fell backwards, with ferocious expressions almost frozen on their faces.

This scene of "the lower class overthrowing the superior" shocked everyone.

The fourth brother of the Chen family stared blankly at the body of his third brother, whom he considered a rival, falling to the ground. It took him two seconds to react and he roared at everyone: "Enemy attack—!"

The scene suddenly became chaotic. The armed team members who were working hard as laborers in the previous second took out their weapons and turned into armed firepower dealers in the next second.

At the same time, the big-faced "rebel"'s figure and appearance twisted, and his disguise disappeared as if by illusion. Then the team members behind him also changed their appearance. They turned out to be Old Tang and other members of the Zhou family's action team.

Glancing at the corpse lying on the ground, Old Tang sighed softly, "Secret codes, who would understand that?"

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Chapter 42 Fantasy Collapse

Word Spirit: Senluo, can induce hallucinations in the target. This ability is possessed by one of the Zhou family members.

However, since learning the magic system, the form of releasing words has been greatly liberalized.

Just like how Emiya always says "Trace on" when giving himself a hint, other people don't chant dragon words when performing magic, but instead chant suggestive words according to their own characteristics.

Magic chanting does not just involve opening your mouth and chanting spells, it can also include specific actions, such as snapping fingers, grinding teeth, raising hands and stomping feet, etc.

As for what to sing, it all depends on whether it suits you. That's why Old Tang sometimes likes to snap his fingers or whistle to show off.

The Zhou family's chanting was full of the characteristics of the Shenzhou system, such as the use of hand seals, footsteps, or the chanting of "Ji Ji Ru Lv Ling"...

Furthermore, the magic's effects can be increased or decreased in power and changed depending on the length, complexity, or simplicity of the chanting process.

Just like the "Senro" magic, by adding more preparatory steps, the effect can evolve from "making the other party see an illusion" to creating a physical phantom and a visual illusion that can deceive both the camera and the human eye.

Therefore, Old Tang and his group sneaked into Wushuang in a swaggering manner and came here.

"How arrogant!" Seeing Old Tang being stared at by rows of gun barrels, with a mocking smile on his face, the fourth brother of the Chen family's family's face flushed red and anger surged in his heart, "Shoot him!"

Instantly, the entire underground floor was illuminated by the dense flashes of gunfire, accompanied by deafening muzzle roars.

Old Tang, who had anticipated this, retreated at the last moment, and another member of the Zhou family immediately replaced him in the front row. He had just finished reciting a long scripture and uttered the concluding "Hurry up and command".

An invisible force pushed away the smoke and even tiny particles in the atmosphere, forming a transparent protective shield covering Lao Tang and others. The shield happened to encounter a storm of metal bullets coming from all directions at this moment, and instead of retreating, it advanced rapidly in just a moment, pushing the bullets back as fast as lightning!

Magic·Dust-free Land!

The fourth brother of the Chen family, who was watching the battle closely, was so frightened by what happened that he fell to the ground instantly. However, the armed men who were still shooting with their guns were not so lucky. The power of the bullets that were bounced back was not reduced at all. They cut through the air and returned to the original path, knocking down the unsuspecting men one after another.

Fortunately, a considerable number of armed personnel were hit in the bulletproof vests, and their combat effectiveness was not greatly reduced.

But the enemy used this move to interrupt the hail of bullets and now launched a deadly counterattack like a tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a time. The fluorescent lights above were affected by the random shooting of bullets, and a large number of sparks stopped flying, causing the surrounding vision to become noticeably dim.

The fourth brother of the Chen family was crawling nervously at the back of the battlefield. With a look of horror on his face, he secretly looked up and saw that these enemies didn't recite the dragon script at all. Some of them raised their hands and made a gesture to launch a palm thunder, or deflected the bullets with a quick order. Some of them also made the starting posture of Xingyiquan, and their fists emitted blazing flames and then punched out with a bang.

"!?"

Damn, what the hell is this? Don’t you know the basic rules of half-blood combat?

In his twenty-plus years of life, this was the first time he had seen so many people use Word Spirits in all sorts of fancy ways, and they didn't even expend any energy while using them... Could it be that he was dreaming and hadn't woken up yet?

His brain had almost stopped responding due to his lack of understanding, and he trembled and struggled, finally climbing to a certain position and pressing the alarm button for the highest level of response.

----

In another warehouse area, Emiya and others were lying in ambush. They had already seen a large transport truck parked at the door. Tightly packed metal and thick leather boxes were being carried onto the truck by sturdy mixed-race armed men.

In fact, the terrain here is open and visible, so it can't be called an ambush. It's just that all the team members are shrouded in the field of "Word Spirit·Dark Illumination" of Jude Mai, making it impossible for the enemy to detect them.

At this time, Emiya whispered, "It's almost certain that they're transporting Deadpool. The shape of this vehicle and the metal suitcase... are exactly the same as the one Old Tang Zhou Yuxuan and I encountered that time. But why are they transporting him away tonight? Have our actions been discovered?"

"Probably not," Zero said lightly - because of his height, Emiya had to bend down to listen to her -

"According to the seized transfer records, the cargo throughput of this type of warehouse follows a regular pattern and is currently still within the normal range... They are now anxious to remove key items such as data and equipment. For things like Deadpool, they believe that as long as the supply chain remains continuous, things are sustainable."

"We can't let these Deadpools get away—"

Just as Emiya finished speaking, a sharp and piercing alarm suddenly echoed throughout the building.

Even the armed personnel who were loading Deadpool were stunned, and the next moment they turned into ferocious half-blood thugs with guns drawn and on guard. At the same time, high-powered lights were turned on in front of the warehouse door, and thick beams of light dispelled the darkness, and personnel began to move frequently.

Jiude Mai exhaled softly, "We lack terrain for concealment. We will be discovered if we continue like this."

"Old Tang and the others should have entered the assault phase. There's no point in us continuing to hide," Emiya opened the bow bag and took out the bow, then put on a long sword "Pseudo Seven Star Dragon Abyss" that he had projected in advance.

The Zhou family members behind him were carrying large black sword boxes, which contained the sword weapons he had projected some time ago.

When Red A launched the Pseudo-Spiral Sword, it was temporarily projected. That was because of the Infinite Sword System. Projection essentially only consumed a small amount of magic power to take the weapon out of the inherent barrier, but Emiya was not able to do that yet.

Now that Emiya has neither the Infinite Sword System nor a huge supply of magic power, he can only rely on the continuous projection of the accumulated magic power on a daily basis to manually accumulate his arsenal.

He brought most of his inventory with him for this battle.

It is bound to blow up all the deadpools raised by the Chen family.

At this moment, due to the shrill and piercing alarm, the armed team members of the Chen family have gathered together. Under the command of the captain, they are well-trained and quickly search for possible enemies hiding nearby, contact nearby units to inquire about the enemy situation, and request reinforcements from outside the park.

In addition, the "Deadpool Carriage" that was already being loaded could not be left there. Several mixed-race strong men pushed the last box on the landslide into the carriage and then began to close the door.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a sound of something breaking through the air came, making their hair stand on end. They saw an object flashing with cold light suddenly flew out. A quick look revealed that it was a sharp cold weapon. It flew over their heads and flew into the carriage that was about to be closed.

Was this... a miss during the attack? And why did it fire a strange weapon? Shouldn't it have been a howitzer or something?

In addition to the tension of the enemy attack, their minds were also filled with countless confusions.

The next second, light and heat beyond their perception limit expanded from the carriage, and everything around it burned madly. The incandescent light rose violently, as if death had opened its huge beak and swallowed everything mercilessly.

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Chapter 43 Times have changed!

The exaggerated flames shooting up into the sky shocked the crowd lurking in the darkness.

At the first moment of the explosion, the large transport carriage in the center was completely wiped off the surface of the earth. The scorching light of the sky, which was equal to all living beings, shattered and burned the group of Deadpools who had not yet woken up in the entire carriage, as well as the Chen family armed personnel who had not yet understood the situation.

In the second moment, the shock wave generated on the surface of the earth swept away everything, as if an invisible heavy hammer brought a fatal blow, and the hot metal fragments, rubble and dust rolled in, instantly collapsing a section of the huge warehouse building.

The sound of concrete debris flying and falling, the painful cries of the survivors, and the roar of Deadpool who was awakened in the warehouse, all mixed together. The world was in chaos.

Ling stood fearlessly at the front of the team, an invisible protective shield released from her body to protect all her teammates.

This is a dust-free land. To be precise, it is a dust-free land that was obtained by copying the spirit words of a Zhou family member through the "Mirror Pupil".

Mirror Pupil is a rare top talent in the world, named "Blood Marking". It can analyze specific things super quickly, or copy words that are only effective for a period of time.

When a Mirror Pupil user copies the Word Spirit of an object with a lower bloodline than their own, they can even make the power of the Word Spirit surpass the original.

Zero issued orders to the area of ​​the "Dustless Land", blocking the spreading impact, the scorching wind, and countless debris and gravel.

The flames and smoke erupting in front of the warehouse rose into the sky, illuminating the earth, as well as Zero's seemingly calm face and his golden pupils, whose expression was obviously changing dramatically.

What an incredible power...

From a long time ago, Ling was the most obedient girl following her boss Lu Mingze. She always prioritized executing her boss's tasks perfectly instead of thinking about why her boss asked her to do so.

But now she suddenly understood why the boss asked the three of them to come and help Emiya and the others with all their might.

Because it's a big fireworks show.

At this moment, a large number of descendants of Shenzhou families gathered around the Chenjiayuan area. While they were blocking off the area, they were also watching the fireworks show in person.

The flashing lights and blowing wind of the fireworks show will dispel the stubborn prejudices of the old era, forcing ignorant people to face the birth of a brand new thing and making them understand that "times have changed."

The warehouse was still noisy. Since a considerable part of the warehouse's overall structure had been preserved, there were still a large number of frozen Deadpools alive. Some of them began to revive in the noise, while a small number had been blown away by the explosion at medium and close distances, and their limb fat was ignited by the high temperature, causing them to scream wildly and die.

Others, however, set their sights on the mixed-race armed members of the Chen family. The starving Deadpool instantly lost his mind, opened his bloody mouth and bit the moving blood food in front of him.

Through the air distorted by the high temperature and fierce fire, Ling saw a hellish scene with broken limbs and flesh being roasted and blood flowing like mist.

Just like the bombed Black Swan Harbor she experienced long ago... when she was a child.

A few scattered Deadpools or hybrids, their fat layers on fire, were wriggling madly trying to escape from hell, like the ghosts of the Black Swan Harbor struggling to crawl out.

"bass."

Next to Zero's ears came the sound of Emiya pulling out another projected weapon, drawing his bow and sword.

The weapons of the new era once again pierced the sky, but the price... was the fall of the Chen family.

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Chen family manor.

"Another toast to you, sir! From now on, once the Chen family has established its path, we will still rely heavily on your support."

At this time, at the banquet, amidst the clinking of glasses and singing and dancing, the head of the family, Father Chen, had a rosy face. The usually stern middle-aged man skillfully put on a mask of mercenary, uttered passionate words, clinked glasses with the representatives sent by the Gattuso family, and drank them all in one gulp.

The drinking culture is a tradition that must be tasted on this continent, and even Gattuso's people far away in Italy have heard of it.

It is said that no matter how big or small the matter is, it can be discussed at the dinner table, and every gesture of raising a glass to toast can reveal the human nature and social etiquette that can be explored.

The Gattuso family, which has long shed its gangster origins, prides itself on being a mixed-race upper-class aristocratic family. Naturally, its representatives dare not be careless in this regard.