Chapter One Hundred and Thirty: The Afterhand

  One by one, black tentacles suddenly appeared out of thin air, piercing through the bodies of the dark figures without any obstruction. The leather armor they wore was unable to withstand these, and the sharp-angled tentacles specifically targeted their exposed limbs, pinning them to the ground with immense force, causing them to writhe in agony on the ground under the moonlight that cast a white glow on the White House, right before the faces of these wailing dark figures.

  The dark silhouette lurking in the darkness cannot be compared to the true shadow hidden in the darkness, these assassins who never walk through the front door were ambushed. This is not a city built by ordinary humans, and the guardians of the castle are certainly not ordinary humans. These creatures named shadows are imperceptible to humans in the dark of night.

  Generally speaking, the attacks of these shadows are not high, their tentacles can cause considerable harm, but these shadows do not have a brain, semi-transparent black bodies like faint smoke, most of the time in a daze. With simple shapes, their attack methods are monotonous and lack flexibility, and they will also show up during the day.

  However, the shadows that appear at night and are used as traps in the White House are not so simple. Although they cannot be upgraded in terms of hardware, their combat capabilities can be strengthened through training, just like training a pet. After undergoing special training, these shadows have learned to attack the gaps in armor and understand how to lie in wait, motionless, for prey to take the bait. These dark silhouettes that come to attack can be said to have walked right into the group of shadows standing still outside the White House at night.

  The mournful cries of the shadows brought over the small contingent of Party Guardsmen who had been left to garrison the White House. They dispersed the shadows that were slowly devouring human flesh with their tendrils stuck in the bodies, and bound up those still alive and took them back to their barracks. When the Guardsmen examined the items carried by these shadows, they unexpectedly discovered things they shouldn't have possessed - large packages of black gunpowder already fitted with fuses.

  The battle that took place outside the White House. Of course, it was also heard by the keenly perceptive Minotaur, but the Minotaur who was currently engaging in nocturnal activities with the Succubus did not feel any worry at all. Now that Thundercliff had grown bigger and bigger, he couldn't possibly pay attention to everything that happened. He just needed to put people he thought were suitable into suitable positions. Then those people would naturally take care of things he couldn't pay attention to, and he only needed to keep an eye on them.

  "It seems we've failed." The middle-aged man, looking at the SS troops who had blocked the entrance, smiled wryly at Matthew, who was eager to make a move. "I thought I'd lure most of you here, so that the defenses of that white palace would be weakened, and my men could sneak in without any effort."

  "This is a city of demons, if you treat it as an ordinary city. Then you are greatly mistaken." Regal looked at the not-so-many Dark Shadows and did not relax his vigilance, saying: "But you always like to be prepared for both hands, don't you? When we were training, we didn't suffer less from such troubles."

  "What's the point of thinking so much? We have the upper hand in numbers now." Matthew made a gesture to the SS guards present, drew out the short knife from his waist and charged towards the middle-aged man, shouting loudly: "No matter what other tricks he has up his sleeve. In any case, it's definitely not wrong to get rid of this guy first!"

  The black short knife unique to the SS guard. Clashing with the middle-aged man's instantly drawn shortsword, sparks flew out with a screeching sound. The two weapons quickly separated and rapidly clashed in mid-air, the battle between assassins was swift and clear-cut. There would be no unnecessary movements, every attack aimed at the vital spot.

  But the fight was handed over to Matthew by middle-aged people, who were very familiar with Matthew's attacking habits. This is also why he was sent to clear out the two traitors who held important positions in Thunder Cliff. He knew the habits and battles of both men inside and out.

  Although still a bit reckless, since Matthew had already started fighting, Regal could only join the battle as well. The two of them moved around the middle-aged man, constantly attacking. The surrounding SS soldiers also fought with the Shadows, and the two SS soldiers who outnumbered the Shadows almost effortlessly killed the surrounded Shadow.

  In the end, only one middle-aged man was left in the arena, but the intensity of the battle did not allow anyone else to intervene. As a seasoned Shadow member, the middle-aged man's combat skills were extremely high, and while steadily suppressing Regal and Matthew, he could also spare the mind to force away or kill the Party Guards who wanted to intervene.

  Only Matthew, who was good at fighting skills, and Regal, who could cooperate with him, were barely able to fight against it. Just as the battle had reached its midpoint, a middle-aged man who had slowly moved to the side of the door during the battle swung his short sword to force Matthew and Regal back, then ran out of the factory along the corridor.

  Raguel and Matthew led the SS, hastily following in pursuit. They couldn't let the middle-aged man who had already obtained important information leave District 51, now that there was only one person left in front of him, his power was already very weak, as long as he killed him this time, the matter would basically be over.

  But what Regal and Matthew didn't know was that after they left, those shadows who were supposed to be killed slowly crawled up from the ground under the influence of a strange force. A dark green glow seeped out of the eyes of these dead shadows, which was the middle-aged man's second plan.

  He had his subordinates drink the potion configured by the necromancer before proceeding with the plan. Although the potion used to temporarily revive corpses was somewhat toxic to the living, it was not unbearable. The participants in this mission were the emperor's most loyal subordinates, and they could make any sacrifice for the sake of completing the task.

  These shadowy figures who drank the potion, after being killed, their souls will be temporarily trapped in their bodies by the effect of the potion, becoming undead. After experiencing a brief period of stiffness during rebirth, they can move and respond to commands like living people within a short period of time.

  In the storage room of Area 51, the resurrected shadows killed by Matthew stretched their stiff bodies. Then they took out the files that had been put back in the cabinet and packed them into their backpacks, starting to move quickly outside Area 51.

  Their time to revive is limited, so they need to hand over these drawings to other shadows waiting in the city before they become corpses again. No one would have thought that these dead people would come back to life, and all the SS guards in District 51 chased after the middle-aged man, allowing these revived people to reach the edge of District 51 unimpeded.

  "Undead?" Groke, standing at the crossroads with his sword, frowned and said, looking into the darkness not far away, where pairs of eyes were emitting a green glow. Packs of werewolves guarding the outskirts of District 51, surrounded these undead in the dark, they had been ambushing here according to Regal's arrangement, finally waiting for prey that was unlikely to appear.

  "You can't escape, your plan has completely failed." Regal led a large number of SS troops, forcing his former instructor into a corner of District 51, where the semi-circularly surrounding SS troops held crossbows with gleaming arrows pointed at the middle-aged man.

  "To be precise, only a part of the mission failed." The middle-aged man looked at the SS soldiers surrounding him, took off the backpack on his back, and pulled out some blank white paper from it, smiling and saying: "The information the Emperor wanted has already been sent out, I just didn't manage to kill you two secondary targets."

  "Could there still be someone lurking in the factory area?" Regal looked at the middle-aged man's white paper, and his heart had some bad premonitions. However, he had already been tied up by the middle-aged man for so long. If this was the middle-aged man's trump card, then it was already too late to say anything. He could only hope that the second line of defense set up by Gluck in advance would be able to block those unexpected people.

  "Are the numbers clear?" Glock wiped the blood off his long sword and asked the other Salter warriors who were checking the number of corpses. Fighting with these dark shadows that had become undead was really a troublesome thing, as they not only had almost no scruples in battle, but also had a significant increase in strength.

  The number of only twenty or so undead shadows made the werewolves pay nearly double the price to leave most of them behind. "Twenty-four, if you add the five that just ran away, it should be exactly twenty-nine people." The warrior of Salute, who had finished counting, told Groke the number of corpses that had been turned into mutilated bodies.

  "Trouble's come." Glock sighed and said, "The werewolves chasing after them don't know if they can catch up to those five escaped undead either. If they let them take the secret out of Thunder Cliff, who knows what kind of punishment we'll face later? At least our year-end bonuses are gone for sure. Let's clean up these corpses and see if they have anything hidden on them."

  If the five escaped Death's Shadows take out the information they obtained in District 51, what GLOCK faces will not be just a matter of rewards. However, they have done their best, and if those Deaths still escape them, they are also helpless, and all this is the responsibility of the Party Guards, who can only be considered as inadequate assistance.

  Win people's hearts, win people's hearts

  It can't always be below 70 for human loyalty...