Chapter 117 The End of the Era: His Invitation

The tall giant looked at Vito in front of him. His face was calm, solemn and not angry.

"Hello, Vito, I'm glad you can still recognize me." He said, and Vito smiled innocently, "It's hard not to recognize you, you bastard. How long ago was the last time we met in person? ?”

"If I remember correctly, my friend, it should have been in London in 1871. At that time, I invited you and me to help our mutual friend Mr. Marx escape from the accusations and imprisonment of the local villains."

Vito smiled, and there was no trace of friendliness in that smile. He raised his crossbow and pointed it at the old bastard's head, "Do you remember what I said last time?"

"You're going to kill me." "Correct."

Vito's finger was on the trigger of the crossbow, and the golden-armored warrior beside him holding a bomb halberd also looked at him, his expression calm but with a silent warning.

Vito glanced at the thick bolt muzzle, then looked at his armor and smiled mockingly, "Ancient Roman style? You old bastard's aesthetics are still so bad."

"I think it's quite good-looking." He said, looking at the man in front of him with his solemn eyes. Vito was sure that ordinary people would be shocked by him at this moment. This old bastard has some unique personality charm. Yes, it can persuade and suppress ordinary people most of the time.

But unfortunately, Vito is not an ordinary person.

"Can your poison arrows kill me?" "Are you trying to intimidate me?" "No, just out of curiosity. I think I can use it if possible."

Vito cut softly, then lowered the crossbow, "No, unfortunately not."

"It's a pity, but I believe you can improve, right?" He said, raising his hand slightly to signal the golden-armored warrior aside to put down his weapon. The burly warrior stood aside holding a halberd. He had the same majestic eyes as this bastard. Looking at himself, but Vito didn't care at all.

"Bored of your long life?" "A little bit, but you know that's not what I meant. Seriously, can you improve on this venom?"

Vito stared at him in thought for a moment, and then said, "Yes, yes. Maybe I can figure out how to kill you in time, but not now. Why do you ask this question? Beware of me?"

"No, it just might be useful in the future. Maybe your poisonous arrows will kill other beings similar to me in the future, some demigods."

Vito frowned and stared at the tall giant in front of him. He looked around the well-equipped laboratory, "What are you planning to do here?"

He pondered for a moment, then turned around and poured something on the test table. He poured one bottle of reagent into another bottle, "I know that the Secret Society hired you to kill me. You have a very good reputation over the years, my friend. "

"Don't be complacent, old bastard. If I knew the target was you, I would have succeeded." Vito said displeasedly, his words full of threats. The golden-armored warrior looked at Vito and subconsciously held the halberd. The old bastard put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head slightly.

"I believe you will. You have become very famous over the years, Master Assassin Vito. I hope that your talent in this area can be put to use in the future for our cause."

"Our cause?" Vito said coldly, and he turned around with a smile and patted the shoulder armor of the golden armored warrior beside him.

"This is Constantine Waldo, the commander of my Golden Armored Guards and the deputy commander of the entire legion." "Legion Commander? Then who is"

Vito said nothing, so the old bastard looked aside and nodded with a smile, "I came at the right time. This is Bram Al-Khadur."

Vito raised his eyebrows, obviously a little curious about this strange name.

But the man solved the problem. He walked past Vito with a smile, "It's troublesome, isn't it? Don't worry, just call me Macado."

"Macadovaldo, hum, you have found two more unlucky guys, right?" Vito said mockingly, while Macado walked to the experimental table with a smile and took out a recording sheet. Got up and took a look.

"I don't think so, what about you? Marshal Waldo, what do you think?" "No."

The golden-armored warrior said sternly. He stood on the side like a golden mountain. He was already very tall, but he was still not as tall as that old bastard.

"Why did you make yourself so big? To scare people?" Vito asked, and he nodded slightly with a smile. "Part of the reason is that I found that humans are naturally afraid of beings three times larger than themselves."

"I'm not afraid of you." "I know, you, me, and Malcador. From a strict point of view, immortals are different from ordinary humans, and Waldo is a genetically modified warrior, so it doesn't really count."

Vito looked at Malcador, who nodded politely and smiled, while Vito sneered, "You are an immortal, then you should know what this old bastard did."

"Yes, I know, but I still choose to cooperate with him towards the future. Vito, you should try to do the same." Waldo put down the record sheet in his hand, walked to the old bastard and handed him the notebook. .

"The results were pretty smooth, but Dr. Astarte still suggested that we obtain the experimental equipment on the moon as soon as possible. He will build the facilities in the Himalayas as soon as possible."

"Indeed, this is very satisfying." He looked at the notepad, which was too small for him, and his eyes read the text line by line. "The preliminary results of the original body project have been completed. Please notify us as soon as possible. Yida, the plan is ready to begin."

"So there's nothing for me to do?" Vito, who was left aside, expressed his dissatisfaction, and the owner here nodded slightly apologetically, "No, of course, my friend."

"Did you see the army outside?" he asked, pointing to the things outside the laboratory door, and Vito shrugged slightly to give his answer.

"What do you think?" "It's probably a good match against Wushigan and the remaining warlords, but I have no foundation in attrition warfare. This kind of elite troops can easily be defeated in attrition warfare and cannot be replenished."

"Either reduce the quality or lose the war." Vito said lightly, but his conclusion satisfied the old immortal. He looked at Waldo for advice, and the latter nodded approvingly.

"I'm glad that your military literacy is still so reliable, my friend, you are still the same as in the golden age, the heroic marshal of the Golden Age Federation, Vito Constantine."

"There's no need to mention the old days." Vito said, but his eyes still flashed many things, and memories came to his mind, but were quickly suppressed by Vito.

It's all in the past, he thought to himself.

"What if this is not a rehash of the past?" he said.

Vito raised his head and looked at him with a little suspicion. The tall giant returned the notebook to Malcador. He stepped forward and raised his arm slightly. "You asked again just now, who is the Grand Marshal? I think this person is you."

"You want me to command your army? For what? Fight for you?" "Fight for humanity, Vito."

He stopped a few steps away and said that he had to stop there, because he and himself knew that if he got too close, he would shoot, and he would definitely do so.

"For the time being, Valdo will lead the Imperial Guard to cooperate with you, he will cooperate with you as the deputy marshal to resist the enemy, and you will become the Grand Marshal of the Human Empire."

"Human Empire?"

Vito asked, he looked at the old bastard and then looked at Malcador and Valdo. The golden-armored marshal held a halberd and adjusted his armor. The end of the halberd knocked on the ground and made a crisp sound.

And his deep voice sounded again with the knocking sound, almost immediately pulling Vito's attention back.

"Our people have fallen in the strife for too long. In just a few centuries, civilization has fallen to the point it is today."

"Science and knowledge have long disappeared. The aliens you once fought are plundering and occupying our land and slaughtering our people. They can't protect themselves in the current chaotic world, let alone gather strength to fight against the terror that threatens our people."

He said in his deep, magnetic voice.

"Slavery, witchcraft, superstition and religion will be eradicated from our people, and reason and knowledge will return to the world. Under one flag, mankind will rise and become great again."

Faced with his impassioned speech, Vito laughed disdainfully, and his voice became louder and louder until it finally turned into a laugh, which made Waldo take a step forward in dissatisfaction, but was stopped by the old bastard's hand.

He looked at Vito, who was too big for his age, and the latter looked at him with disdain after laughing, "It's been centuries, what the hell have you been doing? Now everything is over and you jump out and tell me that you want to turn the tide?"

"Yes, I was depressed for a while, and Malcador convinced me to save our people." He said and looked at Malcador, who smiled and nodded in response to his gratitude.

"And I am trying to convince you now, Vito, you also know that the outside world must be stopped."

"You are an outstanding commander and marshal. I dare say that there will be no better existence than you in human civilization, so I plan to hand over my legion to you, not just those outside, but all of them."

He said, clenching his fists with certainty, "Soon there will be a powerful and unstoppable army that will flatten all the corrupt existence on the earth today and bring the light of truth back to this world."

"And you, my friend, I hope you can become my marshal and command them to accomplish this feat."

Waldo and Makado looked at Vito together. He looked at the giant in front of him in silence for a moment, then cursed and raised his middle finger.

The giant looked at the middle finger and smiled jokingly, but Vito didn't smile at all.

"I won't fight for you." "You are fighting for humanity." "Bullshit, I know what you are thinking, old bastard, you want to lead all this yourself and be the "emperor" of this empire."

"Go find someone else, idiot." Vito said, turning around and walking away angrily. He watched his old friend leave, and raised his hand to signal several golden giants like Waldo who suddenly appeared outside the door to stop.

"You will understand, my friend, I know you will understand it yourself in the end."

Vito glanced at him, then walked under the ventilation grid when he broke in. The old man looked at Vito and laughed jokingly, "Why don't you go through the main door?"

"None of your business."

Vito jumped into the ventilation duct lightly, the old thing looked at the pipe above his head and smiled, and Waldo came to him with a halberd in his hand.

But he was the first to speak.

He smiled and shook his head slightly, "No, Waldo, I haven't failed yet. Like I said, he will figure it out and come back."