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"So, these are your last words?"

Holding a sword, Nobunaga exuded a killing intent that was in no way inferior to Vionelette's.

"The four of you, one of whom is practically crippled, still dare to spout such nonsense here..."

The gleaming blade of the drawn sword reflected Nobunaga's expressionless face.

"Sure enough, when people are tired of living, they can say all sorts of nonsense."

The man who had not yet fully integrated into the group remained silent, only nodding in agreement with Nobunaga's words.

Well, in this respect, he did the same thing as his kinsman, Davalev Ondonengau.

To be fair, as members of the same clan, the two were indeed quite in sync in this regard.

And so, after both sides finished exchanging harsh words, the atmosphere in the room instantly became solemn.

Immediately afterwards~~~

Swish swish~! ! !

The sound of air being torn apart rang out continuously, and many figures flashed and moved nimbly in the air.

Countless sword fights and life-or-death battles unfolded rapidly.

Both sides were completely unreserved in their attacks, each move aimed to kill.

Their sole aim is to take the other person's life!

At this point, no one brought up the fact that there were five people on one side and four people on the other.

Five against four is a game where the opponent has the advantage of numbers.

If these words were spoken, they would only make people laugh their heads off and would serve no other purpose.

They were each other's sworn enemies, each wanting to take the other's life.

Of course, we must use every available resource!

It was like a trap that Kakradi had set up at the beginning, waiting for the opponent to fall into it.

One's own combat skills, temperament, mental strength, abilities, the number of people on each side, the advantage of home field, etc.

To kill their opponent, they'll stop at nothing!

The burst of energy and the entanglement of mental power emitted a striking light.

They are all undoubtedly the main protagonists on this battlefield today.

The battle between the nine people erupted at this moment, completely engulfing the site shattered by Jupiter's impact.

There's absolutely no need to worry about any damage being caused here.

Anyway, this place was already smashed to pieces by Jupiter.

It wouldn't matter if it were a little more dilapidated.

And just as these nine players from both sides started their chaotic battle...

On the other side, Mog and Chrollo were doing exactly as Vionelette and the others had expected.

They found their leader, Kud's, location.

Chapter 162 [The Sound of Fate Turning!] The Legend of Kud! Gears and Clocks!!

The commotion in the tavern came from a duel between his men.

However, not far from the tavern, on the top of an abandoned building.

"Is he Kud?"

Mog and Kuroro walked one after the other on the floor that had clearly been cleaned.

In front of the two, a figure was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the building.

Kuroro gazed at the motionless person sitting in front of him, his hands also in his pockets.

It seems to be holding onto something within it.

"As the leader of an S-class criminal organization, a legendary figure who has dominated the world for decades..."

Kuroro murmured to himself, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Just what kind of Nen ability does he possess?!"

Mog also sized up that figure, who seemed quite ordinary.

There was no mental energy involved, nor was there any energy surging within.

Logically speaking, after these people entered this area...

The other party had at least activated their own "Circle" domain, enabling them to detect the arrival of the group immediately.

But he seemed to be in deep meditation, firmly rooted and fixed there.

It seems they were completely unaware, or perhaps they were aware of it early on but simply didn't care.

"If a storyboard were to be used at this moment..."

Mog walked forward, rubbing his chin as he said, "So it was roughly around Yorknew City later on."

"When Kuroro alone fought against the two Zoldyck family members, Silva Zoldyck and Zeno Zoldyck."

However, Kuder is not Kuroro.

And Mog and Chrollo are not Zeno and Silva either~~~

They didn't care what state Kud was in; their mental strength and composure were already on high alert, and they were prepared.

Just as the two of them were getting closer and closer to the guy who looked like Kurd.

"Did someone still manage to sneak up here?"

An utterly calm, emotionless voice came from the figure in front.

"I already instructed them to stop as many other people as possible, and they couldn't even do that?"

"And then there's that idiot Kakradi's ability to create a mirror world that he keeps bragging about... As expected, such an ability is unreliable."

The voice was flat and monotone, as if it had anticipated all possible scenarios.

Even the loss of his subordinates seemed completely unsurprising.

However~~~

Mog and Kuroro sensed that something was amiss.

This doesn't seem like something that was entirely anticipated or foreseen; rather, it's more likely that he didn't expect it to turn out this way.

However, the sound it made did not resemble the emotions of a normal human being.

It's like... a machine.

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

The moment this thought crossed their minds, Mog and Kuroro heard the sound of machines operating.

It was as if gears were turning there, making a tiny sound.

And this voice... came from the Kurdish thief!

Before Kuroro and Mog could continue to have doubts,

Then they saw the figure who had been sitting upright suddenly and slowly stand up.

Then he turned around and faced Mog and Kuroro.

His face was clearly visible to both of them.

He wore a linen shirt that looked like it came from the 19th century, and simple, unremarkable trousers.

If you add a pair of straw sandals, it truly evokes the lifestyle of people in 19th-century Western Europe.

However, in contrast is his face.

It was the face of a middle-aged man, whose well-proportioned figure made him appear neither handsome nor ugly.

If you threw him into a crowd, no one would think he was a world-renowned thief.

Instead, it was a worker from a steel factory.

However, he does indeed possess some characteristics of someone who came from the factory.

It's right there, near his right eye, that inlaid thing.

In Kud's right eye is a bronze prosthetic eye made up of three hundred micro-gears.

The sound that Mog and Kuroro just heard came from Kud's eye.

"It seems it was him after all."

Kuroro nodded slightly upon seeing this. "According to rumors, the Kude Bandits were at the scene of the attack in the early days."

"Someone will always hear that sound, like tiny gears turning."

"Later people called it the sound of fate turning."

"Or it could be a countdown to the Kud thieves stealing their items."

"It was widely circulated for a long time."

Kuroro had collected quite a few legends about the great thief Kud, and now he stood directly in front of Kud.

However, I suddenly realized the truth about the previous rumors and gained a better understanding of them.

"But in recent years, there have been far fewer such legends."

"At some of the recent Kurdish robbery sites, many people are saying that they can no longer hear that sound of gears turning."

"Therefore, many people are speculating whether something happened to Kud, or whether he has stopped personally intervening..."

Kuroro spoke softly, then looked at Kud's left hand:

"Now, it should be certain, because of the latter."

"However, it wasn't that Kud encountered any accident, but rather..."

In Kuroro's eyes, the image of a peculiar, shimmering, prismatic stone held in Kudo's left hand was reflected.