As Turing expected, under the loose management structure of the Traitor Church, this so-called "trial passage" leads to his destination, the center of the city of Carles—

"Sanctuary Base".

This underground was once a mine tunnel, but now it has become a military tunnel in the city of the Traitors, using reorganized mine trucks to pass through. Coincidentally, the Banga man who was sent to the lineup by Turing was sitting in the same car as him. He sat opposite Turing and hooked his thumb on his neck, showing a cruel smile at Turing:

"Foreigners, you are not qualified to win the attention of roots. Believe me, you will die miserably..."

However, Turing completely ignored the Mandarin of Bangjia, and was observing and evaluating the surrounding environment.

The city of Carles was once dominated by the Mickton Federation to control local mineral mining. This passage was transformed from the mine cave and was filled with dense candles on both sides. The hot wind was full of a strong smell of hot wax.

The wheels roared on the rusty rails, and the decorated animal bones slightly collided with the shaking mine cart. The instruments pieced together on the mine cart with Banga's crude technology sounded dripping. The sacrifice knight standing in front was whispering something in Banga's language, as if he was praying.

According to the contact during this period, these sacrificial knights essentially implant the child body through implanting the child body, stimulating the child body to cover the whole body by sacrificing his vitality, forming a combat power that far exceeds that of ordinary builders in a short period of time. In normal state, the child body can also be used to perform simple combat methods.

However, Turing had tried this method when he first came into contact with swimming fish and others.

In addition, there are shoddy "Wild Tooth Promoters". Compared to the Sacrifice Knight, the upper limit is higher than that of the Tektronix, but the structure is very fragile. But what Turing cares more about is another army.

The hot wind gradually faded, and the old and renovated mine truck stopped with a creaking sound. What caught my eye was a spacious mine space, and there were waves of whispers coming from all directions, as if chanting prayers in Banga language.

It's quite like that.

The three demon weapons stayed next to the rusty rails, and the several Bangka people opposite Turing were shouting excitedly, and the one who controlled the three inferior demon weapons was a "beast tamer" who came to hand over.

Three demon weapons are one beast trainer, and a small number of sacrificial knights arranged. Such a team formed a patrol and protection network in this underground space. Turing was sure that he did not feel any signs of active fluctuations and amplitude propagation from these beast trainers. These demon weapons are far less gentle than the control of active fluctuations. From time to time, they would roar and grin at the tamer who controlled them. It seemed that the Bangjia people used another thing that was completely incompatible with the demon god technology to complete the "taming of beasts".

The eyes returned to my eyes, and the staggered lines connected with various mineral lamps, like snakes, crossing through the large number of holes, reflecting some rippling metallic colors inside, and waves of beast roars came.

"Listen."

At the top of the mine cave, a priest dressed in a priest walked out of the entrance, and his hoarse and low voice echoed throughout the space.

"These sacred beasts serve the supreme roots with their lives. They will personally decide whether you are qualified to receive the trial..."

The Sacrifice Knight separated everyone and sent them into the mine caves one by one. Turing then discovered that the rippling reflections were layers of barbed wire fences under the reflection of the light at the edge of the mine lamp.

"Want to be a servant of the root? Then prove your ability and prove that you can fight against the enemy for God!!!"

The sacrifice knights were offering sacrifices, although not neat, but also quite imposing. The Bangka people who followed him even raised their hands and shouted. Turing played his role, flashing the scene in front of him, which once again aroused the dissatisfaction of the Bangka people, and he was one of the cheerers.

Wu Zifei, who had already arrived before, looked back at Turing, and a faint pity flashed in her eyes and was about to walk into it. Then the three white men communicated with each other before choosing to separate. Finally, they were the Banga people and Turing. They seemed very excited. The powerful Banga people who had been provoking Turing completely ignored him at this moment, and walked in quickly without being urged by the Sacrifice Knight.

These Banga people have always been a bit of doubt about the sect's fanatical behavior.

"etc."

Just as Turing was about to be led into a hole, a sacrifice knight guard suddenly stopped him.

“We want to check if you are carrying suspicious items.”

"It's just a photography equipment, sir."

Turing glanced behind her. Wu Zifei, who had tried to enter quickly before, was also stopped, but she took off her coat, revealing that she was wearing only a strapless and trousers.

The three white men on the other side were also stopped. Only those Banga people went in smoothly.

Sure enough, even if you accept outsiders, xenophobia is an inevitable part of the event. However...

Turing's mind was still in his mind where he had just captured Wu Zifei's figure, and he did not see the handle-shaped instrument on the other party's body.

This woman must not come in alone, there should be some means...

He accepted the other party's body search calmly, but what Turing didn't expect was that the guard's hands were not honest.

"what you do?"

Looking at the other party's palm moving away from his butt, Turing raised his brow and his eyes gradually became cold.

"Okay, go in."

The Sacrifice Knight Guard quickly stood up straight, pointed his chin frivolously, and his eyes under the eyepieces emitted an inexplicable look.

"Walk."

Seeing that Turing did not move, the handover staff behind him took a step forward and pushed it towards his shoulder. However, Turing suddenly turned sideways and grabbed the guard's salty hand-

"Hey!?What are you doing first?"

The physical contact that broke out in an instant met several raised muzzles. Turing swept lightly across these rusty crude guns, and smiled on his face:

"It's nothing. Seeing this gentleman is so enthusiastic, I have to thank him well, right?"

After saying that, he held the other person's hand and grabbed it up and down, and quickly walked into the open wire cage door.

The guns were immediately put down.

And this scene happened to fall into Wu Zifei's eyes.

She glanced at the side of her body and accepted the search with ease, mocked the Turing white soldiers in a low voice, spat and walked in.

But no one noticed that the sacrifice knight who "searched" Turing's body was stiff all over, and a dark mechanical root quickly crawled under the simple armor.

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Under a large number of surveillance screens, the entire Carles City is in sight.

"There are more and more mercenaries in the city. Are you sure these people are really useful?"

"Hehe... In order to fight against those stubborn pagans and disgusting foreigners, the sons of Bangka need a large number of troops, especially the Karu Desert... Under the influence of gifts, they can definitely become the most loyal people... But none of this matters, what is important is the thousand faces..."

"How are you sure that it must be a thousand faces? Even if it is the power of the root, it may be other pagans..."

"Move your brain! Pierce!!!"

The fishy scorpion roared suddenly: "Who can do all this except Qianmian! And he killed our front-line army, those outsiders are imprisoning our compatriots... This is Banga's territory! This is our land!!!"

The crazy fist hit the console in front of him again and again, until sparks splashed and parts flew, and the fishy scorpion repaired them with his mechanical braid like a scorpion tail:

"Oh... I may be a little excited, hehe... No matter how many people the 'artifact' will attract, they will become our loyal believers. But Qianmian... Qianmian will definitely come for the 'artifact'... What would he do if he wants to get the 'artifact'? Let me think about it... Let me think about it carefully... Lead an elite pagan army to attack our city? Or use methods we don't know to quietly blow us into the sky..."

"Maybe he will find a way to get in between us and kill us both so that he can complete the replacement of our positions without bloodshed, and then order to take away the artifact?"

"It makes sense, Pierce... why didn't I find you so smart before?"

"There is another one, the fishy scorpion." Pierce pointed to the big screen on one side. It was the red light battlefield where the fishy scorpion repeatedly played and watched repeatedly. "Our root beasts were affected by the red lights, and they became crazy and stronger. If you use the same trick again in thousands of ways, you should probably think about how to deal with our own root beasts."

"Do you think I'm an idiot Pierce?"

The fishy scorpion glared fiercely.

"Move your brain... why do you think these red lights are 'bombs'?"

Pierce was briefly silent: "Because that was the battlefield, and large-scale weapons were very effective."

"So why do you think that such a method can be used here? How many root beasts can there be in the patrol? The entire huge root beast nest, here we. They are intricate and scattered throughout the city of Carles, adapting to our laboratory operations to operate at high speed, relying on the technology of "Bone Man" to reproduce more. Unless the red light is contagious, or Qianmian is willing to spend a lot of time running around one nest after another,... this is not enough to worry."

"But the promotions of the wild teeth will also be affected. How are you going to solve it?" Pierce frowned.

"Pearce...my Pierce...you are questioning my great wisdom that is about to surpass the Bone Man!!!" The slightly cooled Scorpion was furious again, "Are we the only thing left to use for us?! The Thousand Faces of the Divine Artifact is nothing! He is just a mortal who dominated the wisdom of the gods! Are you so afraid of him!"

"I'm sick again..." Pierce covered her forehead helplessly.
Chapter completed!