The Death Knell

The three of them came out of the cafe quickly. When Su Ming wanted to pay the bill in US dollars, the bald boss just put the money back into his hand.

He looked at the German people sitting in the cafe, and the emotions in his eyes flashed. He lowered his voice and whispered into Su Ming's ear.

"For France."

Su Ming nodded slightly. He couldn't explain anything. Even if this just gave the shop owner some illusions, it was still hope.

He evacuated from the street with the doctor and the wizard, and soon mixed into the flow of German soldiers, heading towards the Champ de Mars where the Eiffel Tower is located.

The crowds there are denser, making it easier to lose track.

Shortly after they left the cafe, the warlocks' pursuit team locked onto the location of the cafe. They first searched upstairs and found the traces left by the three of them.

Although the cafe owner tried his best to clean it up, the traces of magic could not be wiped away with a rag.

The pursuers tortured the shopkeeper, but he insisted that he did not know and would rather die than tell the truth.

The leader of the warlocks gradually lost patience. His men grabbed the cafe owner from left to right and put the bruised and swollen man in the middle of the bar.

"Let me ask you for the last time, where did the person upstairs go? What did he look like?" the warlock asked in French with a thick nasal accent, and black flames ignited in his hands.

This ghostly flame shrouded the entire cafe in a dangerous atmosphere, which contained the power of destruction.

There was fear in the bald boss's eyes, but it was soon replaced by determination. He looked at the black fire and tried his best to open his swollen eyes: "I forgot."

The warlock leader laughed angrily, "I don't know what the so-called mortals are, so I'll take out your soul and torture you again."

He raised the black fire and pressed it against the cafe owner's chest amid the frightened eyes of the people around him.

There are many German officers in the store, but they cannot interfere with the owner of this terrifying power. The Warlock Troops belong directly to the Führer, and their authority is even higher than that of the SS.

But not everyone, a young officer sitting in the corner spoke up.

"Stop it."

He stood up and adjusted his black leather coat. His blond hair was exposed from under the brim of his hat, and he had a smile on his face.

In an instant, he became the center of attention. Before that, no one even noticed that there was such a guy in the corner of the cafe.

Although he is extremely handsome, people always subconsciously ignore his existence. If he hadn't stood up and spoken out at this time, this situation would have continued.

The warlock leader did not intend to listen to the orders of others, and a blue energy beam instantly passed through the black fire in his hand, destroying the wall on the other side.

The red bricks turned into pieces, and the beautiful glass windows turned into crystal semi-liquid particles in an instant. These fragments flew outside the cafe, like someone throwing a handful of sand on the street.

The black fire swayed and went out.

The warlock looked over there angrily. It turned out that the young officer was accompanied by a small group of soldiers. Although they were in civilian clothes, the weapons in their hands glowed bright blue.

"Hydra..."

The young man raised his blue-gloved hand, flicked his collar badge, and straightened the badge at the collar: "Correction, he is still a major general of the Imperial Army. A few days ago, he was awarded the Knight's Iron Cross by the head of state. medal."

The warlock leader wiped his hands on his robe. The blue energy just now caused a crack in the skin of his palm, and black blood gushes out of it.

"We are the occult advisors to the head of state, and we don't need your Hydra guidance to do things."

"Haha, I don't mean anything else." The young man imitated the walking of a villain with his fingers on the table, and jumped from one table to another. He himself strolled up to the warlock, his smile even brighter: "I just Let me tell you, as long as I am here, you can’t kill anyone but yourself.”

"Buzz..."

The soldiers behind the young man raised their energy weapons, and the sound of battery charging suddenly echoed in the quiet cafe. The blue light overwhelmed the black light just now, and everyone present had a blue face.

Naturally, the warlocks were not vegetarians. In an instant, various hell magic shields were placed on their heads, and attack spells also began to be chanted. Those who could not attack spells raised their submachine guns.

The face of the warlock leader suddenly changed. He didn't want to provoke Hydra. These lunatics had endless schemes and tricks. If one head was cut off, two would grow. Even if he could kill the person in front of him, he would never have peace in the future.

Although the occult force is said to be directly under the head of state, he is just one of the warlocks. If he is killed, the head of state will not seek justice for him.

"I hope you know what you are doing. I will report today's events to my superiors."

The warlock leader waved his hand and signaled his men to remove the magic. This time, he endured it first. A head-on conflict was very irrational. He would wait until he went back to arrange a ritual spell to kill this guy, and then he would be able to do it silently.

The blond young man didn't care, and the smile on his face did not change at all. He made an invitation gesture towards the door and softly uttered a series of words.

"Please, I just stopped a madman who was trying to kill ordinary people, because my sense of noble honor prevented me from turning a blind eye to it. In case you don't know how to report it, my name is Lucivid von Heine, you can also call me 'Blue Glove'."

Warlock knows this name, but his codename was not Blue Gloves before, but Bloody Hands. He liked to peel off the skin of his enemies to make gloves, but then he suddenly changed his temper and became obsessed with Atlantean skins. He is a pervert with distorted aesthetic concepts.

But it is better to curse a person and know his name.

The warlock leader snorted and led the people out of the coffee shop.

When these people were far enough away, applause broke out in the cafe. Most of the officers here were from the Wehrmacht. They didn't like massacres or torturing civilians.

France has surrendered. These former French people are now second-class citizens of the Third Reich, and these ghostly magicians rush in and want to kill people. Is there any evidence? The secret police are not as reckless as they are.

What Heine did seemed to them to be correct, and their impression of Hydra became a little better. At least Hydra were not all madmen. Some of them still maintained their aristocratic demeanor, right?

Blue Glove nodded to the crowd with a reserved smile, looking elegant. He didn't say anything to others, but winked at his guard captain.

These elite Hydra warriors know what they should do, nip the danger in the bud, and it is wishful thinking to rely on magic to resist the energy of the Cosmic Cube.

Did those warlocks really think that the major general would let them return to the camp? If they really think that, they must have lost their minds by studying magic.

No one noticed the heavily armed Hydra commandos quietly leaving through the back door to hunt down their former stalkers.

Everyone else's eyes were on Blue Glove. He bent down and helped the shopkeeper up from the ground, and also kindly helped him avoid leaving any footprints on his body.

"The injuries are not serious, they are all skin injuries... Well, I will compensate for the damage to your shop. This is a beautiful cafe." Blue Glove communicated with the shop owner in proficient French.

The shop owner didn't know what to say. The man in front of him was evil in every way. His blue gloves were warm and would only make people's hair stand on end when they came into contact with them. The blood on them made them even more charming.

Blue Glove lowered his voice again and whispered into the shopkeeper's ear: "Of course, I know you are not innocent. You want to support the rebels to fight against us. I have seen everything..."

The shopkeeper was startled and was about to deny it, but Blue Glove just smiled and shook his head, covering his mouth with a bloody hand: "Shh... it doesn't matter, all those who resist will be crushed by the empire." Broken. I will let you live to see your unrealistic hopes shattered again and again, until your heart becomes an empty shell, and you kneel down and pray that the power of Hydra becomes your belief... .I love seeing transformation.”

Heine stood up, his upper body exploded with great strength, and he lifted the shopkeeper like a child and placed him on the bar. He also picked up a piece of snack and stuffed it into the shopkeeper's mouth.

The shopkeeper's mouth was blood red, and he just held the biscuit blankly. He could not understand the logic of the blond young man in front of him, but he did feel an indescribable chill in his heart.

After completing these actions, Heine threw a stack of gold marks on the counter, bowed and saluted the surrounding onlookers, walked out of the store like an actor exiting, and joined the crowd outside the door.

His eyes sparkled with joy, and he secretly licked the blood on his fingers, as if he was waiting for the bee to emerge from the pupa and tasted the honey first.