Chapter 380 Cat and Laughter

The night is like an ink table, and the stars are like a bunch of stars.

Under the quiet Shiraz, undercurrents surged. The fanatical rebels who had just received the blessing of Allah were eager to fight in the so-called freedom revolution.

They didn't even have time to carefully familiarize themselves with the shooting feeling of the guns given by Allah. They just randomly pulled the trigger a few times at the manor owner who died with his eyes open. Seeing the blood spurting out of the corpse that had not yet completely cooled, they were elated and thought that they had mastered a powerful force that was enough to rival the British devil.

This is the power given to us by Allah!!!

They shouted the great praise of Allahhu Akbar and rushed to the British devil's stronghold mentioned in the oracle of Allah without hesitation.

They first picked up their guns and fired randomly, shocking those damn British devils with the bang of gunfire.

Before the enemy could come to their senses, several brave and fearless Allah warriors had already wrapped their waists with explosive tubes, shouting Allahhu Akbar amid the crackling sparks around their waists, and rammed into the metal door of the Great Britain Demon's hideout.

Boom, boom, boom--

Several deafening explosions resounded throughout the night sky of Shiraz, breaking the tranquility of the night and no longer darkening the dark night.

Fires shot up from all directions.

Under the illumination of the unusually scarlet-red, blood-stained fireworks, the laughing Freedom Resistance raised their guns over their heads and fired bang bang bang. Every time they pulled the trigger, they felt that their blood was boiling more and more, and the hot blood flowing into their brains gave off unprecedented excitement and restlessness!

Allah bless me! Allah bless me! Allahhu Akbar!!!

Some of the extremely extreme free resistance soldiers, in such a state of blood boiling, felt as if there was an abundant power flowing in their bodies. Their movements became swift and fierce. They were no longer afraid of pain and death. They rushed into the hiding place of the Great Britain Demon without hesitation... just to be able to get ahead of others and vent their bloodthirsty killing desires!

A young and immature free resistance soldier panted and broke open the closed door. When he turned his head, he saw the Great Britain Demon female shivering in the corner. She was only wearing a silk pajamas, which had slipped off her shoulders, revealing her snow-white skin.

That seductive whiteness was deeply reflected in the eyes of the young resistance soldier. He looked at the charming snow-capped peaks and trembled slightly with fear. It seemed that some instinctive beast was reviving in his heart.

With a wolf howl, the young free resistance soldier had forgotten his mission, discarded the hot gun, and rushed forward, aiming at the wolf head specimen in the antique room and working hard.

The hairless white cat floating by the window of the antique showroom shook its head slowly, then flipped back and stepped into the battlefield of gunfire and rain of bullets, but the soldiers on both sides ignored the abrupt appearance of the alien white cat, as if they didn't see the white cat strolling in the flying bullets at all.

The white cat even jumped in front of a free resistance soldier and looked directly at the other's strange red eyes, as if it could see the burning soul and dim soul in the other's soul body - this mortal had lost his mind and devoted himself to the fight.

"It seems to be just a basic arousal atmosphere."

"But just the most basic and simple blade secret technique can easily corrupt the will of hundreds of mortals, making them willing to sacrifice their lives for this doomed struggle."

"The person who casts this secret technique to encourage fighting is really powerful and terrifying." The white cat muttered to himself.

It lightly raised its flesh foot and stepped on the head of the person in front of it, trying to apply the cup temptation to the mortal's skull to eliminate the other party's fighting restlessness.

The result was still as difficult as the confusion of the young resistance soldier's mind just now. It almost had to release the cup power several times that of confusing ordinary people to successfully make the cup restlessness occupy the soldier's consciousness.

"Extremely high quality blade power... The caster is at least a fifth-level blader, and most likely even higher."

"Could it be that the caster behind today's chaos is the Tomb Keeper's Secret Master that Watson mentioned earlier?"

"But why did the Tomb Keeper's Secret Master, who has been hiding behind the scenes, suddenly take action today to stir up chaos?" The white cat jumped lightly, and flew to other places in the city where the war was ignited like a white ghost.

"Is it just because we attacked one of the strongholds of the tomb keepers yesterday? This triggered the wrath of the tomb keepers' secret master, and this wrath also affected all the British in Shiraz."

"But judging from this batch of firearms containing weak but heavy blade power, even a fifth-level forger and blade master could never prepare them in just one day."

"The tomb keepers' secret master should have prepared these weapons for a long time in advance. He/she must have planned this series of chaotic actions early."

"But why did it wait until now to break out?"

The hairless white cat licked her paws in confusion, but she still couldn't figure out the answer. She was born without the talent for investigation and reasoning, and she couldn't get a definite answer even if she racked her brains and thought hard.

But at least she knew one thing clearly.

"The Tomb Keeper who has been hiding behind the scenes has appeared, and the lost Tomb of the Shadowless Kings is within sight!"

"But how can we get the clues to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings from this powerful Tomb Keeper?"

The hairless white kitten jumped down from the windowsill and melted into a pool of wax-like liquid in mid-air, which then covered the naked body sitting cross-legged on the bed. The melted wax mucus immediately wrapped around the graceful and well-proportioned body, quickly cooled and condensed into white and smooth skin.

Mary Mostan put away the secret art of transformation, raised her hand and stretched, and the beauty of her naked body was exposed.

The sound of gunshots continued to be heard outside the room, mixed with heart-wrenching screams - this manor belonging to Heber Butler had obviously become the target of attack by the Shiraz Freedom Resistance.

Although Mr. Heber Butler was not a Great British, it was obvious that in the eyes of those stupid resistance soldiers, all white-skinned people were minions of the Great British devil.

But compared to other places with lax security, this manor under the name of Heber Company was obviously equipped with a very strong security force.

The desperate screams outside the room at this time came from those careless free resistance soldiers. They attacked this magnificent manor with full confidence, thinking that they could plunder a lot of wealth and joy from it, but they never thought that they would wake up a monster-like character.

When Mary slowly put on her clothes, the faint screams outside the house had completely disappeared - the mortals who were in absolute fear had gained eternal peace.

She opened the door and looked out, and saw the bloody boy standing among the broken corpses on the ground outside the manor.

Although the boy's eyes were cold and stern, he couldn't help but raise his mouth slightly, obviously enjoying the killing without the constraints and restrictions of the Anti-Suppression Bureau.

Mary smiled and waved, shouting:

"Cavill, are you having fun?"

The boy nodded slightly, raised his head and smiled bloodily, "Well, it's a good trip."