Book 6 Chapter 22.3 (1/2)
- Inescapable Silence
Helen removed the sensor sticking to the side of her head, saying indifferently, “There is no need for you to know either. Eleven levels is deserving of its title as a divine level, not something one or two tenth level ability users could face. Just do your worst!”
Westwood looked at Helen, staring at her for a few whole seconds before saying, “Just leave, bring those two little fellas with you. Tonight’s matters are already outside your ability. The reason I am here is not because of you all, but rather to see if any of those old friends will appear. Right now, to give Morgan face, I will pretend that I never saw you all tonight.”
Helen combed at her hair, saying, “I am extremely grateful, however, there is no relationship between General Morgan and myself. Your distinguished self does not need to feel any misgivings towards him.”
Helen spoke towards the communications device on her wrist, saying, “The battle has been lost, you all can return first.” The communication device were directly connected to Lafite and Curtis’ earpieces. When they heard Helen’s words, Lafite and Curtis looked at each other in dismay, but Helen was never someone they could doubt, they were already used to obeying her. That was why even though they carried doubt, they still slowly withdrew into the darkness. After all this time, they actually already developed a deep-rooted way of thinking, which was that there was nothing a monster like her couldn’t handle.
Westwood waited quietly, appearing extremely patient. However, those who understood him all knew that when he used the name Westwood, he was completely a cold, bloodthirsty demon. Patience? That was not something he would have at all. As individuals who both experienced Blood Colored Dusk, Lafite and Curtis naturally understood Westwood’s temperament, and as such, quickly withdrew out of fear of making things more difficult for Helen. In reality, if the two of them worked together, it wasn’t like they didn’t have any chance of victory.
“Why aren’t you leaving?” Westwood looked at Helen, asking coldly, his voice carrying a trace of impatience.
Helen didn’t reply, instead suddenly clenched her teeth, pulling out a gun. Both hands clenched this weapon, suddenly pulling the trigger! Her movements were swift and accurate, without the slightest mistake, the shot made without any warning. The motion of drawing the gun was also extremely swift, but when the muzzle released flames, two fingers already reached in front of the gun, gently pressed against the bullet that had just left the barrel!
After giving the bullet a look, Westwood effortlessly pinched his fingers, and then the bullet became a thin sheet of metal. After flicking out the bullet, Westwood coldly said, “Helen, what are you trying to do? Perhaps that fella Lagerfeld might feel some misgivings towards Morgan, but I definitely do not. The reason why I do not want to kill you is only because I had previously fought by his side, and also because I don’t want to personally end your life, kill our Blood Parliament younger generation’s most promising genius. However, this isn’t all that great of a reason, something you should understand.”
“I understand it clearly!” Helen fiercely pulled the trigger, continuously releasing tongues of flame! Only, this time, Westwood felt that it was beneath him to even block it, allowing the bullets to hit him in the chest. The bullets deformed one after another, bouncing off. Even though the shots deviated less than a millimeter, they didn’t even touch his clothes. Meanwhile, Westwood’s defensive force field was always like his current style, domineering to the extreme without the slightest bit of leeway. When the bullets blasted against its surface, they were either bounced back, or they would have their power destroyed, there was definitely no hope of making the force field absorb the slightest bit of energy.
Helen also knew that the shots wouldn’t be affected, which was why after emptying the magazine, she directly threw away the pistol, saying with an unchanging voice, “Wishing to kill Phoney in front of me, do you think that’s possible?”
“You aren’t leaving?” Westwood’s two eyebrows slowly stood up vertically.
“I won’t just watch Phoney die.” Helen calmly persisted.
Westwood suddenly laughed coldly. “You wish to use your death to trigger a battle between Morgan and our side? A good idea, let me help you accomplish your goal!”