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Chapter 556
Chapter 555: I am a Logia System Ability User!
Inside the black Castle named 'Sekka Fortress'.
Lord Numa, who was both the Clan Leader of the Randell People and the Governor of The Empire's Northern Autonomous Region, was sitting in his warm Office, reviewing Intelligence and Documents. But his brow remained tightly furrowed, his Gaze constantly serious, until he saw the Content of the Letter sent back from the Imperial Capital, which finally brought a faint Smile to his face.
It said that the imperial court would send a 'Rakshasa' and five hundred Imperial Fist Temple Disciples.
At the same time, a Large Army of fifty thousand Army Unit, led by two Vice Admirals, was also moving north, both to prevent that Mysterious Force from breaking into the Imperial Capital Area and to coordinate with their own Large Army for a pincer Attack.
Numa didn't feel that five hundred Disciples were too few. Because he knew that although the Imperial Fist Temple had nearly ten thousand Personnel undergoing Training, only less than three thousand had achieved success in their practice and been granted the Identity of Disciples.
Furthermore, a portion of these Disciples would be sent to serve as High-level Guards beside the Imperial Family, Nobles, and High Officials, or be responsible for security Missions in important Secret Organizations. It was said that three to five Disciples working together could slaughter an Imperial Arms User using Imperial Arms, even without using Imperial Arms themselves. Therefore, the Frontline Force of the Army, Air Force, and Marines would fiercely argue, and even Sparring and Communication, for the annual Quota of one thousand people.
And the four strongest among these nearly three thousand Disciples were called 'Rakshasa'. They served as instructors at the Imperial Fist Temple and also carried out highly Confidential Missions for The Empire. Legend said that every 'Rakshasa' possessed terrifying Combat Power capable of threatening an Admiral of The Empire, which was why the Imperial Fist Temple was considered the Imperial Family's greatest Reliance in suppressing The Empire for a thousand years!
"Hmm?!"
Just as Numa was wondering how the 'Rakshasa' and others would arrive, a strong Sense of Danger suddenly appeared in his Heart. He didn't hesitate at all. The moment the hairs on his body stood on end, he dodged to the right, completely disregarding the fact that this would make him fall off his chair.
But it seemed to be slightly late. A Blood Hole instantly appeared on his left Shoulder, then formed a pitch-black bullet crater on the desktop. However, Numa had no intention of looking at these things. He quickly rolled a few times on the Plush Carpet to prevent subsequent Bullet Attacks, finally pressing himself against the Stone Wall and half-kneeling on the ground.
But when he looked up, he was surprised to find that there was no Bullet hole in the Wall behind the Office Desk at all. How did that attack just now get in?
Regardless, he had definitely been subjected to Assassination. The most urgent Matter now was to quickly put on his Armor and Imperial Arms! Fortunately, he had never relaxed his martial training, so his Armor and Imperial Arms were always hanging on the walls on his left and right. The question now was which one to grab first?
The Armor for preserving Life, or the Imperial Arms for Combat?
Numa's thinking Time didn't even last a second. It looked like he decisively chose the Imperial Arms on the left. His Speed was very fast. To confuse the assassin hidden in the dark, he even deliberately left a lifelike Afterimage in place, while he himself lunged towards the Long-Handled Weapon, which looked like a Gun and a Blade, hanging on the wall, at a Speed exceeding the Limit of Dynamic Vision of an ordinary Human.
[Whoosh!]
The next second, the familiar Whistling Sound appeared again, immediately followed by a groan of pain, Numa, whose left calf Meat had been pierced, fell to the ground in a sorry state. Streaks of Blood flowed from the Wound, staining the snow-white Plush Carpet red.
"How is this possible?"
He couldn't believe it. That Bullet just now seemed to have predicted his Direction and Speed in advance.
And this time, he finally discovered how the Bullet got in. It was like a Ghost with no Physical Entity, passing through the Castle Wall without Obstruction, and only then did it make a normal Whistling Sound inside the room.
The opponent is an Imperial Arms User!
Thinking this, he gritted his teeth, enduring the Severe Pain in his Shoulder and calf, and desperately lunged forward. In the instant the third Bullet arrived, he finally grabbed the 'Dragon's Gallant Silver Changshan Spear'.
With a swish, the Blade Light flashed.
A long, pointed Bullet was cut in half, bouncing a few times after falling to the ground.
"The Bullet can pass through walls, that's understandable, but how did the opponent observe me through the wall?"
Numa gripped the strange Spear in his hand, which looked like a lengthened and widened pig-slaughtering knife welded onto a pole, and immediately felt a sense of Safety. Actually, the Original Copy of this Imperial Arms wasn't like this. It was just that the current shape was more in line with the traditional Weapon of the Randell People, so he used the Normal Ability of 'Dragon's Gallant Silver' to change Cold Weapons at will to modify it.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"What is that?"
Just then, the Exclamations and Screams of the Guards echoed from the Corridor outside the Door.
[Boom----]
Not long after, the Door was forcibly knocked flying by some kind of Strength. Immediately, an Ominous White Mist with a faint purple tint surged into the room, making the originally quite spacious Office instantly become filled with smoke.
"So Yasopp still hasn't killed you, that's fine too..."
Suddenly, a gentle and elegant voice appeared beside Governor Numa's ear. Immediately after, he personally saw a mass of purple-white Gas converge and spin in front of him. Finally, it transformed into a black-clothed man with very obvious Noble Aura and pink long hair. Moreover, the opponent's Appearance was just as handsome as his own.
"Who are you people!"
Numa's Gaze became extremely sharp. While being wary of Bullets that might appear at any Time, he pointed his Spear Tip at the opponent and asked in a cold voice.
The opponent pondered for a few breaths before answering him: "Cipher Pol 9, under the World Government, here to assassinate you."
But just as he was about to finish speaking, Numa, completely disregarding Martial Ethics, thrust his Gun forward. Its Speed was so fast. It could truly be described as 'A Cold Light arrives first, followed by the Gun like a Dragon'. Perhaps not even the blink of an eye had passed before the Spear Tip had pierced the opponent's Throat.
but the result made Numa's expression change greatly, because he didn't feel any Touch Sensation feedback. Moreover, not only did no Wound or Blood appear at the opponent's Throat, but even the Smile on that handsome face didn't change in the slightest.
"Are you finding it hard to believe?"
The opponent looked at Numa and smiled calmly, "I can completely understand your feelings right now. To you, I am no different from a Deity in Myth."
"Joke!"
Numa snorted coldly and retracted his Spear Tip. "It's nothing more than the Supernatural Ability of some kind of Imperial Arms. How dare you play tricks on me?"
He had seen many Imperial Arms Users, but he had never seen a truly invincible Imperial Arms. The opponent's Ability must have some kind of Weakness or Restriction, which was just hidden by the opponent.
Immediately, the 'Changshan Spear' in his hand swung again, but this time its Spear Shadows were as dense as a Rainstorm of Pear Blossoms, sweeping out in all directions.
[Swish swish swish swish...]
Everything around, whether it was the purple-white Gas, or the Walls, Statues, Armor on the Edge, or even the Office Desk behind him, was enveloped within and became riddled with holes.
This was the Ultimate Skill of the Imperial Arms 'Dragon's Gallant Silver'.
Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix!
Originally, Numa thought that the opponent's Main Body was likely hidden within these Gases, and the figure before him was merely a Phantom Image like an Illusion.
But when he finished this entire set of Secret Techniques, aside from making his Office a complete mess, even the Castle Wall behind was pierced with dense holes, letting in a large amount of Cold Wind.
The opponent and the surrounding Gas recovered on their own without any change.
This made Numa's Expression extremely ugly.
At the same time, the assassin who had been standing quietly in front of him, allowing the Spear Shadows to pierce various parts of his Body, finally made his move.
"A very splendid technique. Well then, since you have already made an Effort for your Life, please rest in peace now."
"Oh, right, my name is Mima Amatori, and I am a Logia System Ability User..."
(End of this chapter)
Inside the black Castle named 'Sekka Fortress'.
Lord Numa, who was both the Clan Leader of the Randell People and the Governor of The Empire's Northern Autonomous Region, was sitting in his warm Office, reviewing Intelligence and Documents. But his brow remained tightly furrowed, his Gaze constantly serious, until he saw the Content of the Letter sent back from the Imperial Capital, which finally brought a faint Smile to his face.
It said that the imperial court would send a 'Rakshasa' and five hundred Imperial Fist Temple Disciples.
At the same time, a Large Army of fifty thousand Army Unit, led by two Vice Admirals, was also moving north, both to prevent that Mysterious Force from breaking into the Imperial Capital Area and to coordinate with their own Large Army for a pincer Attack.
Numa didn't feel that five hundred Disciples were too few. Because he knew that although the Imperial Fist Temple had nearly ten thousand Personnel undergoing Training, only less than three thousand had achieved success in their practice and been granted the Identity of Disciples.
Furthermore, a portion of these Disciples would be sent to serve as High-level Guards beside the Imperial Family, Nobles, and High Officials, or be responsible for security Missions in important Secret Organizations. It was said that three to five Disciples working together could slaughter an Imperial Arms User using Imperial Arms, even without using Imperial Arms themselves. Therefore, the Frontline Force of the Army, Air Force, and Marines would fiercely argue, and even Sparring and Communication, for the annual Quota of one thousand people.
And the four strongest among these nearly three thousand Disciples were called 'Rakshasa'. They served as instructors at the Imperial Fist Temple and also carried out highly Confidential Missions for The Empire. Legend said that every 'Rakshasa' possessed terrifying Combat Power capable of threatening an Admiral of The Empire, which was why the Imperial Fist Temple was considered the Imperial Family's greatest Reliance in suppressing The Empire for a thousand years!
"Hmm?!"
Just as Numa was wondering how the 'Rakshasa' and others would arrive, a strong Sense of Danger suddenly appeared in his Heart. He didn't hesitate at all. The moment the hairs on his body stood on end, he dodged to the right, completely disregarding the fact that this would make him fall off his chair.
But it seemed to be slightly late. A Blood Hole instantly appeared on his left Shoulder, then formed a pitch-black bullet crater on the desktop. However, Numa had no intention of looking at these things. He quickly rolled a few times on the Plush Carpet to prevent subsequent Bullet Attacks, finally pressing himself against the Stone Wall and half-kneeling on the ground.
But when he looked up, he was surprised to find that there was no Bullet hole in the Wall behind the Office Desk at all. How did that attack just now get in?
Regardless, he had definitely been subjected to Assassination. The most urgent Matter now was to quickly put on his Armor and Imperial Arms! Fortunately, he had never relaxed his martial training, so his Armor and Imperial Arms were always hanging on the walls on his left and right. The question now was which one to grab first?
The Armor for preserving Life, or the Imperial Arms for Combat?
Numa's thinking Time didn't even last a second. It looked like he decisively chose the Imperial Arms on the left. His Speed was very fast. To confuse the assassin hidden in the dark, he even deliberately left a lifelike Afterimage in place, while he himself lunged towards the Long-Handled Weapon, which looked like a Gun and a Blade, hanging on the wall, at a Speed exceeding the Limit of Dynamic Vision of an ordinary Human.
[Whoosh!]
The next second, the familiar Whistling Sound appeared again, immediately followed by a groan of pain, Numa, whose left calf Meat had been pierced, fell to the ground in a sorry state. Streaks of Blood flowed from the Wound, staining the snow-white Plush Carpet red.
"How is this possible?"
He couldn't believe it. That Bullet just now seemed to have predicted his Direction and Speed in advance.
And this time, he finally discovered how the Bullet got in. It was like a Ghost with no Physical Entity, passing through the Castle Wall without Obstruction, and only then did it make a normal Whistling Sound inside the room.
The opponent is an Imperial Arms User!
Thinking this, he gritted his teeth, enduring the Severe Pain in his Shoulder and calf, and desperately lunged forward. In the instant the third Bullet arrived, he finally grabbed the 'Dragon's Gallant Silver Changshan Spear'.
With a swish, the Blade Light flashed.
A long, pointed Bullet was cut in half, bouncing a few times after falling to the ground.
"The Bullet can pass through walls, that's understandable, but how did the opponent observe me through the wall?"
Numa gripped the strange Spear in his hand, which looked like a lengthened and widened pig-slaughtering knife welded onto a pole, and immediately felt a sense of Safety. Actually, the Original Copy of this Imperial Arms wasn't like this. It was just that the current shape was more in line with the traditional Weapon of the Randell People, so he used the Normal Ability of 'Dragon's Gallant Silver' to change Cold Weapons at will to modify it.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"What is that?"
Just then, the Exclamations and Screams of the Guards echoed from the Corridor outside the Door.
[Boom----]
Not long after, the Door was forcibly knocked flying by some kind of Strength. Immediately, an Ominous White Mist with a faint purple tint surged into the room, making the originally quite spacious Office instantly become filled with smoke.
"So Yasopp still hasn't killed you, that's fine too..."
Suddenly, a gentle and elegant voice appeared beside Governor Numa's ear. Immediately after, he personally saw a mass of purple-white Gas converge and spin in front of him. Finally, it transformed into a black-clothed man with very obvious Noble Aura and pink long hair. Moreover, the opponent's Appearance was just as handsome as his own.
"Who are you people!"
Numa's Gaze became extremely sharp. While being wary of Bullets that might appear at any Time, he pointed his Spear Tip at the opponent and asked in a cold voice.
The opponent pondered for a few breaths before answering him: "Cipher Pol 9, under the World Government, here to assassinate you."
But just as he was about to finish speaking, Numa, completely disregarding Martial Ethics, thrust his Gun forward. Its Speed was so fast. It could truly be described as 'A Cold Light arrives first, followed by the Gun like a Dragon'. Perhaps not even the blink of an eye had passed before the Spear Tip had pierced the opponent's Throat.
but the result made Numa's expression change greatly, because he didn't feel any Touch Sensation feedback. Moreover, not only did no Wound or Blood appear at the opponent's Throat, but even the Smile on that handsome face didn't change in the slightest.
"Are you finding it hard to believe?"
The opponent looked at Numa and smiled calmly, "I can completely understand your feelings right now. To you, I am no different from a Deity in Myth."
"Joke!"
Numa snorted coldly and retracted his Spear Tip. "It's nothing more than the Supernatural Ability of some kind of Imperial Arms. How dare you play tricks on me?"
He had seen many Imperial Arms Users, but he had never seen a truly invincible Imperial Arms. The opponent's Ability must have some kind of Weakness or Restriction, which was just hidden by the opponent.
Immediately, the 'Changshan Spear' in his hand swung again, but this time its Spear Shadows were as dense as a Rainstorm of Pear Blossoms, sweeping out in all directions.
[Swish swish swish swish...]
Everything around, whether it was the purple-white Gas, or the Walls, Statues, Armor on the Edge, or even the Office Desk behind him, was enveloped within and became riddled with holes.
This was the Ultimate Skill of the Imperial Arms 'Dragon's Gallant Silver'.
Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix!
Originally, Numa thought that the opponent's Main Body was likely hidden within these Gases, and the figure before him was merely a Phantom Image like an Illusion.
But when he finished this entire set of Secret Techniques, aside from making his Office a complete mess, even the Castle Wall behind was pierced with dense holes, letting in a large amount of Cold Wind.
The opponent and the surrounding Gas recovered on their own without any change.
This made Numa's Expression extremely ugly.
At the same time, the assassin who had been standing quietly in front of him, allowing the Spear Shadows to pierce various parts of his Body, finally made his move.
"A very splendid technique. Well then, since you have already made an Effort for your Life, please rest in peace now."
"Oh, right, my name is Mima Amatori, and I am a Logia System Ability User..."
(End of this chapter)
