#resistane

[queencryo]

honestly im getting a little bored of Dredge. However, I also want to never play it again. ergo, i need to finish dredge.

[redbean-nom]

the contrast between elsbeth's tribe (nightsister... commoners? peasants? villagers?) fighting grievous vs talzin's clan (nightsister royalty) is so funny like.

elsbeth's clan: probably-Mother Selena dueling grievous with two fire sickles that melt/short out when hit by lightsabers (grievous didn't even split his arms! it's literally a leisurely spar for him). approximately three archers in the background. one single unit of B1s and B2s plus possibly a handful of commando droids. elsbeth hiding in a tree and falling out.

talzin's clan: Mother Talzin voodooing Dooku from the castle basement and then levitating in a giant electric sphere and zapping the entire droid army for like five minutes straight. Ventress dueling four-arms grievous for equally long. An entire army of archers casually force-speed/force-jumping over entire trees. Grievous' full fleet, a bomber squad, a unit of commando droids, magnaguards, state of the art experimental tanks, more regular tanks, and a full army of B1s/B2s. Daka long-distance-necromancing the entire clan and resurrecting every single dead nightsister in the entire region. Talzin finally not-surrending by turning herself into a force ghost and then promptly going to start a cult to revive herself/the dead nightsisters.

[fern-pajamabrain]

hermanos argentinos, perdón si alguna vez insulté a su nación, son bienvenidos a comer torta fritas y tomar mate y quedarse a vivir de este lado del charco🫂

[inufaiya]

La situacion se esta volviendo demasiado peligrosa para los que estan aguantando, el grupo de Selene no pudieron resistir y Zafiro se la llevo antes de que la mataran.

Ahora solo pueden hacer una cosa, espero que esten preparados

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[bidhuan]

FDA Menyetujui Lisocabtagene Maraleucel untuk Pengobatan Limfoma Sel Mantel yang Kambuh atau Resistan

Lisocabtagene maraleucel (Breyanzi; Bristol Myers Squibb) adalah terapi sel T CAR yang diarahkan pada CD19 yang diberikan sebagai infus satu kali. Diperbarui pada 30 Mei 2024, pukul 14:46. FDA menyetujui lisocabtagene maraleucel (liso-cel, Breyanzi; Bristol Myers Squibb) untuk pengobatan limfoma sel mantel (MCL) yang kambuh atau resistan pada orang dewasa yang telah menerima setidaknya 2 garis…

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[eurekadiario]

Bill Gates: Las personas que resistan el 'tsunami de ARNm' serán excluidas de la sociedad

Las inyecciones experimentales de ARNm reemplazarán todos nuestros medicamentos, según Bill Gates y la élite globalista, quienes advierten que nos veremos obligados a recibir cientos de inyecciones de ARNm cada año si queremos participar en la sociedad.

A pesar de las legiones de personas que han muerto repentinamente o han sufrido consecuencias devastadoras para su salud, Bill Gates y los globalistas están promocionando las inyecciones de ARNm de Covid como un gran éxito.

Según los ejecutivos de las grandes farmacéuticas, “se avecina un tsunami de medicamentos de ARNm”, incluso para enfermedades cardíacas y cáncer, que resultan ser los dos principales problemas causados por las inyecciones de ARNm en primer lugar.

Únase a nosotros mientras exponemos a los responsables de este crimen contra la humanidad y ayúdenos a correr la voz para que sus perversos planes no se hagan realidad.

Suscríbete al canal si aún no lo has hecho y únete a la comunidad People's Voice Locals para obtener acceso a videos sin censura y unirte a nosotros en nuestra misión de despertar a las masas.

En lugar de ser llevada ante un tribunal internacional por crímenes contra la humanidad, la élite globalista está dominando a las masas, alardeando de que los encierros, las mascarillas y los golpes forzados de Covid fueron solo el comienzo.

Anthony Fauci salió de las sombras esta semana para declarar que las personas no vacunadas deben ser encerradas este invierno.

Durante una aparición en la Universidad de Georgetown, Fauci dejó claro que apoya el bloqueo y el castigo de aquellos en la sociedad que aún no están vacunados.

Los ejecutivos de las grandes farmacéuticas cantan con el mismo himno, declarando que cualquiera que se atreva a rechazar sus inyecciones de ARNm en el futuro debería ser castigado con la exclusión de la sociedad.

Y en caso de que se lo pregunte, las grandes farmacéuticas tienen literalmente cientos, sí, cientos, de diferentes inyecciones de ARNm en la línea de producción en este momento.

“Se avecina un tsunami de medicamentos de ARNm”, según Melissa J. Moore, directora científica de Moderna.

Si eso no fuera lo suficientemente inquietante, el director científico de Moderna también se jactó de que las grandes farmacéuticas pronto inyectarán ARNm directamente en los corazones de las personas. Sí, está hablando de los mismos corazones que estaban sanos hasta que el lanzamiento de la vacuna provocó que millones de personas en todo el mundo, incluidos jóvenes y atletas de élite en forma y sanos, se desplomaran por problemas cardíacos.

Y no se preocupe por los millones de casos de turbocáncer causados por ARNm en todo el mundo. Las grandes farmacéuticas también tienen una respuesta para eso. Así es, más ARNm.

Así es, la élite ahora admite que crearon el pinchazo experimental en una hora y tratan de convencer a las masas de que es algo de lo que estar orgullosos.

Realmente ahora vivimos en el mundo de Orwell. La guerra es paz. Ignorancia es fuerza. La pedofilia es normal. Y las vacunas creadas en una hora no son motivo de preocupación.

No nos equivoquemos, la élite mundial se está relamiendo ante los cientos de vacunas de ARNm en proceso. En la cumbre de Davos de este año, el ex primer ministro británico Tony Blair se jactó de que la “gran cantidad de nuevos inyectables y vacunas” brindará al FEM la oportunidad de cambiar el mundo.

Observe cómo el notorio globalista lucha por mantener la cara seria mientras promete que los nuevos inyectables beneficiarán al mundo.

Las élites no contaban con que la humanidad se diera cuenta de sus malvados planes.

Tan pronto como quedó claro que un porcentaje significativo de la población era demasiado inteligente para vacunarse, tuvieron que trabajar en astutos planes alternativos para imponernos sus golpes.

Informar sobre la élite globalista es un trabajo de tiempo completo porque, como nos dice la Biblia, los malvados no duermen.

Tomemos como ejemplo a Bill Gates. En lugar de admitir que la humanidad ha despertado a la verdad sobre las desastrosas inyecciones de Covid-19, Gates, que no es médico, está redoblando su apuesta y asumiendo la responsabilidad de vacunar al mundo de forma sigilosa.

Según el eugenista multimillonario, los animales de granja, incluidas las vacas, los cerdos y las gallinas, tienen una genética inadecuada. Y la única manera de “arreglar” esa genética es “vacunar” a todos los animales de granja del mundo con nuevas vacunas de ARNm que llegarán a los platos de su familia.

Así es, Bill Gates, el mayor propietario de tierras agrícolas de Estados Unidos, se ha jactado de estar introduciendo ARNm en el suministro de alimentos.

Países infiltrados en el Foro Económico Mundial, como Australia, se están sumando al nuevo plan de Bill Gates, desesperados por castigar a los que no cumplen en su país.

Pero Gates no se duerme en los laureles. Su objetivo de vacunar al mundo entero, cumplan o no, también le ha llevado a invertir cientos de millones de dólares en mosquitos genéticamente modificados diseñados para funcionar como “vacunadores voladores”.

Y si esto suena descabellado, debe tener en cuenta que los NIH ya están vacunando a humanos utilizando los mosquitos de Gates.

Según Robert F. Kennedy Jr., cualquiera que esté dispuesto a permitir que Bill Gates dicte la política sanitaria mundial y estadounidense debería analizar detenidamente su historial en África.

“Quizás millones de niños hayan muerto innecesariamente”, según Kennedy Jr., quien compartió información de una publicación revisada por pares en una revista respetada.

"Cualquiera que defienda a Bill Gates y a la OMS debe explicar Morgensen et al 2017".

"Esta es una publicación revisada por pares en una revista respetada por científicos destacados que describen resultados similares al genocidio", dijo Kennedy Jr.

Robert F. Kennedy Jr. también criticó duramente a Gates y su “convicción mesiánica de que está ordenado a salvar el mundo con tecnología”.

Hablando de falsos mesías, el Foro Económico Mundial dejó escapar que están tramando planes para vacunarnos a través del suministro de agua.

No podemos permitir que estos globalistas y empresas de biotecnología se salgan con la suya. Dado que sabemos que la élite está decidida a despoblar el mundo, es hora de trazar una línea en la arena.

Como afirmó Kennedy Jr., esto está empezando a parecerse inequívocamente a un genocidio.

Aquí en People's Voice, estamos decididos a exponer los crímenes de la élite y llevarlos ante la justicia. Pero no podemos hacerlo solos. Necesitamos su ayuda para difundir la verdad por todas partes. Suscríbete al canal y únete a la comunidad Peoples Voice Locals para unirte a nosotros en nuestra misión de educar a las masas sobre lo que realmente está sucediendo detrás de escena en el mundo de hoy.

[gogogodzilla]

Easy Mornings

mike schmidt x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, hair pulling, mike’s POV, almost getting caught, i know the majority voted for a different way this could go, but i already had this one started (sorry y'all, that one is coming soon) part 1 ✩ part 2 ✩ main masterlist ✩ read on ao3

Mike gripped the steering wheel with an iron grip for the entire drive home, excitement buzzing throughout his body. Your panties weighed heavy in his front pocket, now covered his cum. 

His hands shook as he pulled into the driveway. He wondered how he’d find you. Would you be buried under the covers of his bed, one of his old t-shirts just barely covering your modesty? He’d gently pull the covers off of your sleeping form, exposing yourself to him. His breath would catch in his throat as he took in your figure and his hands would trail up your bare thighs. 

His mind got lost in the possibilities as his hands rested on the steering wheel. He shook his head, attempting to rid himself of thoughts of you at least long enough for him to get in the front door. 

His keys jingled softly against the lock and he breathed in the scent of freshly-brewed coffee. You had your back turned to him, leaning over the kitchen table and scanning over one of your textbooks. 

You clutched your coffee mug in your hand and took a sip, not noticing his presence. Morning sunlight shone gently through the windows, illuminating the kitchen and bathing you in a soft glow. You were wearing one of his old t-shirts, just as he thought. You looked heavenly in this light, and Mike would have the image burned into his mind forever. 

He set his bag quietly down by the door and padded closer to you. You jumped as he wrapped his arms around your center and tugged you closer to him. His hands gripped your hips and held you in place as his lips moved on their own accord and trailed down your neck. 

He could practically feel your grin as you hummed, leaning into him. “Did you enjoy what I packed for you?”

His grip tightened on your hips as he pulled you into his growing bulge. He breathed in your scent, taking in the moment alone with you. 

“Sure did,” he hummed against your skin. “I think I’ll enjoy the real thing a bit more.” 

His hands drifted down your body and under your shirt, skirting over the bare skin of your thighs. He lets out a satisfied noise as his fingertips trailed over your ass. You were bare for him, your panties still sitting snugly in his front pocket. 

One of his hands drifted down and across the backs of your thighs to run his middle finger through your folds. You let out a small gasp at his touch and pushed your hips against him, already needy for him. His fingertip grazed across your clit, and his lips attached to your neck once again. 

“Mike,” you whimpered softly, attempting to keep your voice down. Abby was due to be woken up soon. 

His finger dipped in your entrance before returning to your clit, and your frustrated groan was interrupted by him sliding inside of you. He slowly pumped it before allowing his pointer finger to join it, stretching you divinely.  He removed his other hand from your hip to draw lazy figure-eights across your clit, earning him one of those pretty moans he loved to hear. 

Mike removed his hand from your clit to work at undoing the button of his pants and tugging the zipper down. He removed his fingers from your dripping core and slipped them past his lips, sighing at the taste. 

“Gotta be quiet, baby,” he murmured against your ear as he freed his painfully hard cock from his boxers. You hurriedly nodded as he dragged his cock through your folds, gathering your slick. His grip tightened on your hip as he was already getting lost in the feeling of you. You both let out soft moans as his tip bumped your clit before moving back to tease your entrance. 

You jutted your hips against his, “Mike.”

He answered you by angling his cock up to your entrance and slowly pushing inside of you. He barely met any resistance as your pussy greedily swallowed him whole, and he let out a low groan. 

He presses his palm against the space between your shoulder blades, nudging you to bend over the kitchen table for him. You pushed your textbook and coffee cup out of the way. He lifted your shirt to get a good view of the way you were taking him like you were made for him.

You arched your back as he started to move his hips against yours. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to last. You felt divine against him as always, and he gripped your ass. 

“Ah— fuck, baby. Taking me so good.” 

Your arms moved upward to support yourself as he thrust into you, fingernails digging into the wooden surface of the table. You let out a satisfied moan at his words, and he felt you clench around him. 

You stood on your tiptoes, allowing him to hit the spot inside you that had you squirming against him and mewling. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the moans that were escaping you, and the desire to kiss you nearly overwhelmed him. 

He ran his fingers through the hair at the base of your neck and pulled you so your back was flush against his chest. He gripped your chin and turned your head so he could put his lips against yours. The angle was awkward, but he didn’t care. You didn’t seem to either as you reached back and tugged his hair, pulling him closer. 

He jutted his hips deeper inside of you, and the familiar coil formed in his belly. He pressed hurried kisses against the side of your neck, nipping at your earlobe just to keep you on your toes. He reached around you and rubbed tight circles around your clit. You whined loudly and he clamped a hand across your mouth. 

He shushed you as he increased his pace, “Fuck… Gotta be quiet, baby.” 

He squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenching as he became lost in the sensation of you. He was hanging by a thread, but he wanted to feel you cum around him. The thought had been driving him insane all night, and he needed it. 

The kitchen filled with the sound of his hips slapping against yours and the slight shake of the table from his thrusts. The chance of getting caught spurred him to drive his cock deeper inside you with every thrust, earning a high-pitched mewl muffled by his palm. 

Your entire body tensed against him as you came hard around his cock, squeezing him just right. His hips stuttered against you as his orgasm rapidly approached. 

With a final, deep thrust of his hips, he was cumming inside you. His release painted your insides, and he let out a low groan as he continued to ride out both of your orgasms. 

After a few more drags of his hips, he stilled within you, panting. Slowly, he pulled his cock out of you and watched how his cum dripped over your puffy folds. 

Muffled footsteps originated from Abby’s room, and the both of you straightened. He hurried to right himself, and you had just enough time to tug your shirt down to cover yourself before Abby came padding out of her room. 

“Hey, Abs,” you greeted as you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and picked up your coffee cup. You stood with your legs crossed, watching as she entered the kitchen. 

Mike attempted to appear casual as he commented, “You’re up early.”

Abby shrugged, furrowing her brows, “A loud noise woke me up, but I’m not sure what it was.”

Mike’s eyes widened as he met your equally embarrassed gaze. 

You set your mug down, “I’m gonna go get dressed.” 

Your footsteps were hurried as you made your way to Mike’s room. He grinned at the thought of his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs. 

He moved toward the fridge as Abby sat at the kitchen table, “How ‘bout I make you some breakfast?”

[resistan-t]

vem

cá

arrumar

toda essa

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gun

ça

que você deixou

dentro de

mim.

resistan-t.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Soft

They/Them used for the reader, your tummy gets grabbed, dirty talk.

“-oh my, do you doubt my love for you then?”

“Huh? Oh, no . Nonono, of course not. I know you love me, and I love you a whole bunch too. It's just…I don’t understand why you're attracted to me... physically I guess.”  At that Jade immediately halts his steps, pausing mid-stride as he processes their words.

“Uh…Jade?” They question nervously from his side.

Shifting his towering, frame, he takes a moment to quickly survey his surroundings, glancing left and right to ensure they are alone before decisively closing the distance between them. With a sense of purpose, Jade plants his hands firmly on either side of the Prefect's head, the sheer size of his palms able to nearly engulf their face as he leans down, bringing his features mere inches from theirs.

“My my, what a cruel little human you are…”

“W-what? Jade, I don’t-”

The words die in their throat as an intense, bi-colored gaze bores into their eyes, an unreadable expression on his face as he silently scrutinizes them, the air thick with anticipation. They can feel Jade's warm breath ghosting across their skin, heart pounding in their chest as they wait with bated breath to see what the imposing figure will do next, half expecting him to use his unique magic to get his answer. 

Jade gazed down at the flustered human, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his mouth began to split into a wide grin, showing off the sharp teeth he typically hides. He could see the confusion and uncertainty written all over their face, and it only served to pique his interest further. 

With a low, rumbling chuckle, he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from theirs. "My dear pearl, you truly have no idea the effect you have on me, do you?" he murmured, his breath ghosting across their skin. The way their eyes widened, the faint tremor in their voice - it was all so deliciously endearing to him. Jade knew he was an imposing figure, towering over the smaller human, and he reveled in the power he held in this moment. But beneath his teasing, there was a genuine longing.

He ached to show them, to make them understand just how captivating they were in his eyes. With a featherlight touch, he trailed his fingers down their cheek, drinking in their flustered reaction. "Or perhaps," he purred in a low tone, "this is your way of testing me, of seeing how far I'll go to prove my affections?" His gaze darkened, smoldering with an intensity that left the Prefect trembling. Whatever the reason, Jade was determined to make them see - to make them feel - the depth of his love and attraction. This was no mere game; it was a dance of passion, and he fully intended to lead.

“Once you are again ready for me, I will be sure to kiss every freckle on your skin. I will bury my face into your soft pliant stomach, lovingly draw our initials with my fingertips, and savor the comforting warmth and-” His hand then drifts lower, caressing their hip with a gentle, almost reverent touch before moving to gently grasp a handful of their soft stomach.

“Suppleness of your lovely form.”

He moves his face to rest by their ear before speaking again, swallowing his salvia he almost drools at the combination of the Prefects scent with the mental picture of his next words. “How I look forward to when I get to once again kneed and suck that soft chest of yours...in the way I know you love. I want to see it bounce for me when I dig my claws into your hips and make them move with my thrusts. I want to again be crushed and choked by your cushy thighs. To nibble every inch of your body and leave many new marks, because not only do I find you lovely…”

“You. Are. Mine.”

As he speaks, he carefully enunciates each word, ensuring that every syllable is clearly articulated and emphasized before he slowly pulls back. Jade's hands linger on their body for a moment, his fingertips tracing the contours and curves one last time.

There is hesitance in his movements, a subtle resistance to the idea of removing that physical connection. Yet, with a deep, steadying breath, Jade straightens his posture, rolling his shoulders back and lifting his chin. The loss of that intimate contact is palpable, but he steels himself, pushing past the almost instinctive desire to maintain the closeness. His expression returns to his usual smile, betraying none of the conflict playing out within him, and clears his throat.

With a tilt to his head, he finally asks. “Now…shall I continue escorting you to your class?”

[miramagiccreations]

So i turned Batman, Joker and Red Hood into Magical Girls and i’m not really that sorry

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[never-found-our-way]

"Mientras haya tan solo un grupo de argentinos que resistan a ser conquistados, la patria vive" - Mohamed Alí Seineldín

[vaestro]

RAM 6.1 - Public Enemy

Translated by: Vaestro

RAM 6 Masterlist

✝ Chapter VI

"Drop your weapon and surrender, Mr. Kämpfer[1]!"

Abel gave the grinning, dull-eyed Magician a firm warning. He pointed the muzzle of his old-fashioned revolver at his opponent's chest and repeated the warning again.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, you are under arrest for thirty-eight counts of murder, criminal damage and various other charges. Now, surrender obediently!"

"I never had a weapon to begin with, Father."

Magician maintained a gentle demeanor despite being threatened by the priest. With the same sinister smile, he raised both of his arms, which had regenerated without anyone noticing, above his head.

"And if this is your wish, I will surrender. I will gladly become your prisoner... But are you happy with this?"

"Huh?"

Abel furrowed his brows in confusion. Failing to comprehend what the other person was trying to say, he ended up repeating after Kämpfer.

"Am I happy with this?"

"No, I was just wondering if surrendering here would put you at ease."

In contrast to the priest who had his doubts on display, Magician exhaled smoke in a calm manner. He proceeded to explain while puffing the cigarillo he had been holding in his mouth.

"After all, I am the man who killed so many of your loved ones. If I hadn't been there — in the city of Barcelona — that beautiful nun and the people in the city might still be alive and smiling."

"What?!"

Barcelona — when the name of that place was mentioned, Abel couldn't help but hold his breath. His fingers trembled as if they had been electrocuted and he desperately tried to restrain himself from pulling the trigger of his gun. However, Magician continued to speak politely, seemingly unaware of the priest's distress.

"Yes, they were all good people. Sister Noel, and the nameless people of Barcelona... All of them are now buried beneath cold earth. Well, the dead may still be silent, but Father, are you truly fine with that? Are you really going to tolerate such a tragic story in silence? Don't you want to take revenge on me?"

Abel's hand, which held the gun, began to perspire when he heard Magician’s words.

Kämpfer was certainly right. He could avenge Noel and the others now. No, not just Noel and the people of Barcelona. This man tried to destroy Caterina and Rome as if they were all trash. There was no point in keeping someone like him alive. Yes, even if he pulled the trigger here, no one would blame him...

"I won't fall for that again, Mr. Kämpfer."

Nevertheless, the muzzle of his gun did not actually spit out any bullets.

Even as he drew a deep breath, the priest's face showed no murderous intent. He gingerly returned the hammer of the gun he had cocked to its original position, then whispered in a voice that was completely in control of his emotions.

"Besides, there's something I really need your help with... You know what I'm trying to say, right? Tell me the location of 'Silent Noise', the low-frequency weapon you gave to the Resistance! Quickly now!"

"'Silent Noise?' Resistance?"

It was Kämpfer's turn to tilt his head as if taken by surprise. He cocked his head slightly while cradling the cigarillo butt between his fingers.

"What do you mean by that, Father?"

"Do not play the fool!"

This time, Abel had raised his voice. Pointing the gun between Magician's eyebrows, he repeated in a strong, firm tone.

"We've already established that the Orden instigated Waltraute and the others, and handed the weapon over to them. Now, where did you install it? Tell me quickly!"

"Ah. I see, that's what you mean."

Magician, however, did not respond to the priest's biting question. Instead, he snapped his fingers and muttered to himself as if he had just realized something.

"That's very typical of Sir Balthasar... I see, I see. So that's how it is."

"What are you mumbling about?"

Abel yelled at Magician who was indulged in self-satisfaction.

The king will be here tonight. If the Resistance were to try to kill him, they will definitely use "Silent Noise". What will then happen to the lives of more than a thousand people in the building?

"I'm in a hurry! Tell me quickly!"

"I'm sorry, Father. It looks like I won't be able to comply with your request tonight... Oh, please don't misunderstand. It's not that I don't want to hear you out. I honestly do not know anything about the low-frequency weapon."

Before Abel could unleash his anger and yell at him again, Kämpfer shook his head. He continued his sentence in a sincere manner as if to imply that he had never told a lie in his life.

"I'm truly sorry that I couldn't meet your expectations... But, I may be able to lend you my strength and help you fulfill your wish."

"What do you mean?"

With the gun still pointed at Magician, Abel urged him to continue speaking. There was no other way. He concentrated hard to avoid being deceived and implored the man to elaborate.

"What do you mean by lending your strength?"

"I know where the Resistance is based. I could take you there, if you'd like. However, that's all I can do — it's up to you to negotiate with them, or eliminate them, and shut down the weapon in question."

At that, Magician ceased his words for a moment. After a brief pause, as if to confirm Abel's intentions, he concluded his proposal.

"Of course, whether you believe in my kindness or not is up to you, Father. You can believe in me and protect this city, or you can shoot me here and avenge Barcelona... You are free to do as you wish."

"I understand."

Abel took a deep, hot breath and lowered his gun. He had no other choice. He turned away from the emotions that were still smoldering deep within his chest and nodded.

"Very well. Please come with me... But in return, if you do anything strange again, I will never forgive you."

"Certainly. I'll keep that in mind."

Whether he was aware of the priest's complicated feelings or not, Magician bowed reverently like a faithful butler attending to his master.

"I will always take your words to heart. Therefore, I hope you will do the same-"

"Oh? Isn't that the wimpy Father Nightroad over there?"

Just as Abel was about to slide his revolver back into its holster, a husky voice rang out from the darkness of the parking lot.

"I thought you were skipping work, but you're hiding out in a place like this. You're still leading a carefree life as usual... Oh? Who's that gloomy-looking person over there? Friend of yours?"

"Sister Monica, the Black Widow!"

Abel's voice trembled as he saw a figure standing in the middle of the parking lot which had been empty up until now. He uttered the name of the beautiful woman wearing a low-cut evening dress. She was glamorous, but had a venomous-spider-like smile plastered upon her seductive lips.

"Monica, you're in Vienna too! Oh, I'm so glad you're here. There's something I'd like you to help me out with."

"Ah, I heard about it. You're going to dismantle the low-frequency weapon in Barcelona, right?"

The woman spoke listlessly while running her hands along the slits of her dress. She licked her lips as she peered at the silent Magician from the corner of her eye.

"Hmm, is that the terrorist? The Duchess of Milan had issued a restraining order with a bounty on him, no?"

"Uh... Y-Yes. But for now, let us focus on dismantling the low-frequency weapon together."

Abel was about to add a quick explanation but he clamped his mouth shut in surprise when he realized the woman who stood before him had suddenly vanished.

The very next second, the priest instinctively pushed the man standing next to him away.

"Get down, Mr. Kämpfer!"

"Tsk!"

At that moment, the sound of a woman clicking her tongue repulsively alongside the sharp sound of a thin blade slicing through the wind reached his ears.

The Cinquedea — a broad blade that swiveled from behind had cut off several strands of Magician's black hair while he was being pushed away, and a thin streak of blood trickled down Abel's cheek. The blade then flew over the head of the fallen Magician but it was deflected by a kick from the side by Abel.

"What's the meaning of this, Monica?"

When did she get back there? Abel yelled at the nun who was now standing on the cobblestone pavement that glowed pale pink.

"That was dangerous! Are you planning to kill him?!"

"Yes, that's right, I'm going to kill him."

In response to the priest's question, she answered without any sign of remorse.

"You see, there's a total bounty of ten million dinars on this man. It would be a shame to allow this golden egg[2] to escape. So, it's safer to take him apart here and bring only his head to the Duchess of Milan... Oh, I'll give you a share of the bounty too. How about an eight-two ratio?"

"Wait a second! Have you not been listening to me? Vienna is in a dangerous state right now, if we do not dismantle the weapon, many will die like in Barcelona! This man is the only one who can prevent that!"

"There's no need to shout, I get it. What's the big deal though?"

Black Widow shrugged her shoulders, making it seem like the priest's spittle was a far more serious issue than his protest.

"What happens to this city is none of my business. People die? So what? It has nothing to do with me."

"Did you hear that, Father?"

The chuckling voice was not Monica's. Magician had finally stood up and raised his eyebrows as if to indicate something.

"She's brutally honest. She doesn't hide her desires... She's a 'human'. You failed to save Sister Noel back in Barcelona and now you're trying your best to protect her, correct?"

"Be quiet!"

The thorn lodged in the depths of his heart made the priest's voice waver. He yelled at the sneering Magician.

"Please, just be quiet for a moment! I- Eh?!"

"It's dangerous to look away, wimp~☆"

The moment Abel recoiled from the murderous intent that had silently closed in on him, the Cinquedea, dancing in the darkness, grazed his cheek.

Abel instinctively tried to raise the muzzle of his gun but the blade shot up from a blind spot below and blocked his movement. All he could do was stomp backwards.

"You came to destroy a terrorist's hideout and yet you're protecting a terrorist yourself, that's a huge problem, Father Abel."

Monica's movements, as she twirled the Cinquedea in a reverse grip, were as beautiful as a dance. However, the voice that came from beyond the dance of death was dripping with venom as she struck Abel.

"What you did was an obstruction of duty. I'll be sure to report that to the Vixen of Milan!"

"Damn it!"

By the time there was a roar and a flash of cold light, Abel's finger had already left the trigger of his old-fashioned revolver. Crimson liquid spurted from his wrist onto the cobblestones and a cry of agony escaped the priest's mouth.

"Farewell, wimp~☆"

The blown kiss and the venomous sneer were accompanied by the eerie sound of the wind. Abel's body doubled over in pain as the Cinquedea was being thrusted down upon the back of his head. The thin blade looked as if it would shatter the priest's medulla oblongata, but-

"Stop it, Sister Monica Argento."

A shrill metallic sound preceded a flat voice of restraint.

When Black Widow leapt sideways with the halved Cinquedea in hand, a fourth figure had appeared in the parking lot.

"T-Tres!"

"What are you two doing, Father Abel Nightroad and Sister Monica Argento?"

A small shadow approached with the sound of methodical footsteps and glanced at Abel with emotionless eyes. With a smoking pistol at his disposal, he questioned the priest and the nun in a monotonous voice.

"Private combat during a mission is prohibited by internal regulations. If you continue to engage in combat, you will be subject to punishment."

"And there I was wondering who it was. It's the little one..."

Displeased with having her fun interrupted, the nun lowered her hand that was holding the Cinquedea. Shaking her head and her black hair that was stuck to her forehead, she regarded the mechanical soldier.

"Are you going to interfere with my work?"

"I have no intention of interfering with your mission, however, an attack on Father Nightroad is intolerable under current circumstances... Father Nightroad, as things stand, Black Widow's opinion is correct. That terrorist is too dangerous to be taken to Milan alive. He must be eliminated here."

"W-Wait a second, Tres!"

Blood continued to flow from his sliced wrist. Abel took a step forward while trying to stop the bleeding. He kept Magician behind him in order to shield him and pleaded earnestly.

"There's something this man needs to do. 'Silent Noise' has been installed somewhere in this city! We need to find it and dismantle it quickly."

"'Silent Noise', Barcelona's low-frequency weapon?"

For a brief moment, a light flashed in the mechanical soldier's glassy eyes.

"Is that information reliable, Father Nightroad?"

"Yes and time is running out. Tonight, the opera house is being targeted."

Abel was about to say more, but suddenly his tongue froze in place.

An overwhelming urge to throw up made his chest constrict. Had he lost so much blood that his body went into shock? No, it wasn't that. The sensation he felt was far more foreign.

"Damn, we're too late..."

"What's that sound?"

Abel groaned as the feeling of discomfort he felt earlier returned again and at the same time, Monica who had been fiddling with the Cinquedea in discontent, raised her eyes skywards. A low vibration resembling the sound of a pipe organ reverberated through the night sky.

"It's 'Silent Noise'. It has begun!"

It was too late-

Abel raised his gaze at the brightly lit opera house in despair. His skin trembled. It was too late. The building was starting to resonate. There must be more than a thousand people in there, but how many of them will survive?

"Damn it... At this rate..."

Abel bit his lip and considered running in. The stone walls were beginning to make an eerie buzzing sound. If he entered the building now, he might get caught up in the collapse. Still, he couldn't bring himself to stand there idly.

"W-What's that sound?"

The first thing everyone heard was a low hum like the flapping of insect wings.

"I feel sick..."

All over the theater, particularly sensitive audience members complained of a rising urge to throw up, but even those who were unharmed were in no position to help them. Driven by an instinctive sense of unease, they looked up towards the ceiling — in the direction of something invisible and inaudible.

Was there something wrong with the air conditioning? Or did the speakers malfunctioned?

The moment someone in the audience, feeling suspicious, stood up to call for a member of the staff, it began.

A deafening boom, as if lightning had struck somewhere nearby, raged within the opera house. Although the sound itself was too low in wavelength to be heard, the sound pressure and the swell of air swept right through the entire theater.

"W-What is that sound?!"

The sound itself was inaudible. However, the intense ringing in the ears instilled pain as if it was piercing their eardrums, causing the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies to scream in unison.

Some of them clutched their ears and passed out. Some crouched down and barfed. A small minority stumbled and placed their hands to the wall only to discover that it was creaking and shaking violently. Amidst panic caused by the unheard sound, the walls, floor and even the ceiling gradually began to rumble. It was as if the building itself was writhing in agony.

Just as the screams were about to reach climax, another roar echoed through the theater.

"Please wait, Father."

A voice called out calmly and a hand reached out to grab Abel's sleeve, stopping him from breaking into a run. With a surprising amount of strength, the owner of the voice, Kämpfer, had managed to hold the priest in place and jerked his chin towards the building.

"Don't worry, the opera house is safe... Do you not hear that sound?"

"Sound?"

Surprised by the unexpected words, Abel had forgotten to shake off Magician's hand as he strained his ears.

The low humming of insects' wings continued to rain from the sky, but another sound had mixed in with it. It was even lower and heavier than the sound that came from the sky. What was it?

"It's coming from inside the building? I can hear it from inside the opera house... What is that?"

"It's 'armor',  the armor of sound[3]... Hmm, it seems someone with a sharp mind is in there."

The "Silent Noise" pouring down from the sky and the deep bass sound emanating from inside the opera house — the two discordant sounds shook the night air as if competing against one another. And then, the vibrations of the opera house walls ceased. The banging of the walls and the rumbling of the earth could no longer be heard.

"It... It's gone?"

Abel wondered how much time had passed since he first noticed that sound. By the time he came to his senses, the low sound echoing from above had vanished. The cacophony from within the building was still ongoing, but apart from that, the opera house as well as the four of them in the parking lot stood still as if nothing had happened.

"Why?"

Abel muttered, dumbfounded.

It was definitely an attack by a low-frequency weapon. It was the same sound he had heard in Barcelona and in this city, but it was negated — how?

"Ah, could it be... Whoa?!"

Abel finally figured something out and was about to speak again only to jump over to Kämpfer to push him down. Taking advantage of the distraction, the Cinquedea had struck again.

"Stop that, Sister Monica Argento."

In response, Tres raised the muzzles of his M13s.

"Until we confirm the current situation, any hostile actions against Father Nightroad or Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer will not be permitted."

"Stop spouting nonsense, doll!"

This time, Black Widow spat as she swung her blade at Gunslinger.

"Neither the low-frequency weapon nor Vienna has anything to do with me!"

"Mr. Kämpfer, now!"

If I miss this opportunity, there will be no more chances to escape — with that thought in mind, Abel began to sprint as if driven by something. He leapt into the driver's seat of a car parked nearby and gave Magician an order.

"Come with me! Hurry!"

"Wait, Father Nightroad."

Tres shouted at the car whose engine had roared to life, but the Cinquedea approached, cutting off his voice. The barrel of his combat pistol blocked the blade, but a shrill sound echoed through the parking lot.

"We're going... Hold on tight!"

Abel ordered as Kämpfer slid into the passenger seat and the car sped off.

<Target A and B have withdrawn from the front line.>

In the darkness of the "ring", the red taillights of a car rapidly faded into the distance. The girl in the coachman's seat, who had been watching them, reported in a toneless voice.

<Shall we pursue them, master?>

"No, that won't be necessary."

The brown-haired young man opened his eyes upon hearing the maid's voice and shook his head curtly. From within the carriage parked on the side of the road, he coldly observed the two remaining individuals arguing in the parking lot and issued an order.

"I'll leave the pursuit to Acht (VIII). Let us return to Turm. If my predictions are correct, the rats will soon be on the move. I'd better head back to assist the Countess and my brother... Please inform Drei (III) and the others, Zwei (II)."

<Understood.>

"So... Crusnik has failed to kill him this time too. What will the other deputy enforcers do now?"

While the maid nodded and turned the carriage around, the young man stroked his chin and muttered.

The first stage of the plan — to pit the deputy enforcers against Magician — was a success. However, even if they were the Vatican's elites, he certainly did not expect them to be able to nullify the weapon so easily, and there was no way that Magician wouldn't notice their schemes. The fact that he had chosen to come along of his own accord meant that he was trying to outwit them.

"And now, we're going to outwit him even more... Or rather, the real show is just starting."

The young man, Basilisk, muttered to himself as the carriage turned a corner, and shut his eyes again.

Yes, the night has yet to come.

✝ End of Chapter VI

[1] Polite as always, Abel addresses Isaak as Kämpfer-san (さん) which is equivalent to "Mr." or "Mrs." and speaks to him in a respectful manner. [2] Golden eggs are commonly used as a symbol for something of great value, usually money.  [3] It is indeed written as "armor of sound" (音の鎧). I believe it's a term used to describe the trick Leon used to nullify the low-frequency weapon. There is a brief explanation for this in the next chapter.

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Lessons from Syria, Lebanon: Resistance is the only guarantor of sovereignty

Israel’s actions in the wake of Syria’s collapse exposed a calculated Zionist thrust for regional expansion and domination. Without Resistance to Tel Aviv's unchecked aggressions, the sovereignty of every West Asian state will come under threat of economic, military, and political occupation.

By Mohamad Hasan Sweidan (https://thecradle.co/columns/mohamad-hasan-sweidan)

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LAS 4 LEYES DE LA VIDA.

La primera dice:

"La persona que llega a nuestra vida, es la persona correcta"; es decir que nadie llega a nuestras vidas por casualidad, todas las personas que nos rodean, que interactúan con nosotros, están allí por algo, para hacernos aprender y avanzar en cada situación.

La segunda ley dice:

"Lo que sucede es la única cosa que podía haber sucedido". Nada, pero nada, absolutamente nada de lo que nos sucede en nuestras vidas podría haber sido de otra manera. Ni siquiera el detalle más insignificante.

No existe el: "si hubiera hecho tal cosa hubiera sucedido tal otra...". No. Lo que pasó fue lo único que pudo haber pasado y tuvo que haber sido así para que aprendamos esa lección y sigamos adelante. Todas y cada una de las situaciones que nos suceden en nuestras vidas son perfectas, aunque nuestra mente y nuestro ego se resistan y no quieran aceptarlo.

La tercera dice:

"En cualquier momento que comience es el momento correcto". Todo comienza en el momento indicado, ni antes, ni después. Cuando estamos preparados para que algo nuevo empiece en nuestras vidas, es allí cuándo comenzará.

Y la cuarta y última: "Cuando algo termina, termina". Simplemente así. Si algo terminó en nuestras vidas, es para nuestra evolución, por lo tanto es mejor dejarlo, seguir adelante y avanzar ya enriquecidos con esa experiencia.

Creo que no es casual que estén leyendo esto, si estas palabras llegaron a nuestras vidas hoy; es porque estamos preparados para entender que ningún copo de nieve cae alguna vez en el lugar equivocado".

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