"Is this...Miyou? Is it... the way to bind the blood clan?" Bret stared at the "glorious", "bright red" and "weird" scenes in front of him in surprise.

"Of course, and unusual. Generally speaking, the bound blood clan usually uses props that limit the generation of magic power, such as some ores produced on land near the ice ocean in the northern part of Cruzd, or crosses blessed by gods. In addition, they are usually items such as garlic.

But when using holy objects like the cross, choosing a method that is almost similar to the rumored silence of the Lord's messenger, is probably because Wolfksky was instructed by some kind of empire and perhaps wanted to completely ‘remove’ him.” Oliver analyzed.

"Totally...'removal'?" Bret stared at Mi You, who was twisting his body in front of him, and said in a daze.

Fortunately, before his gaze was completely poured on Mi You on the cross, he was familiar with the mottled smell of metal material, and the small door that had lost the door lock was closed casually.

Turning over the tall body that was no longer sore and painful, Brett's green eyes also contracted slightly, and he couldn't help but "hesitate" in his heart. In that second, he seemed to have a physical and spiritual resonance with Mi You in front of him.

The material of the cross that bound him was obvious mahogany, and when you look closely, there was an oriental style of wood treatment.

People from the Fire Empire in the East loved red. They believed that flames could burn everything, and the red thing was a symbol of joy.

Therefore, the whole body of the cross is red, but the surface is painted with a bright red paint mixed with cinnabar.

In addition, there is an inscription embedded near the part of the wood that is penetrated by nail items.

In Kusha, Bret received some limited, aristocratic esoteric and historical education. He knew that the book "The Mysterious Merge of Inscriptions and Heralds" written by an upper-class profession of the Sunneth Empire hundreds of years ago gave a corresponding description of the inscriptions and heralds.

The book mentions that the inscriptions do not have the style of any aristocratic family, and most of them do not have the style of regionality, but rather have the unique emotions of a magician.

Refining inscriptions is more about medicinal materials and potions. Most of the items formed after infusing magic source power can only be used with a limited number of props.

Moreover, the various types and materials of the inscriptions are not uniform. They can be made of various types similar to heralds, a sheepskin scroll, or simply a spell attached to an extremely simple piece of broken wood.

But if the magic power of a magician or an extraordinary person is strong enough to even communicate with gods, the inscription may also evolve towards a higher level.

Bret rubbed his eyes that were slightly blurred for a moment. After his vision cleared again, he looked at the four inscriptions with a confused look on his face.

Although some of the sight was blocked by Miyu's body, the information point of the four inscriptions, which are in a similar style to the heraldry, was effectively captured by Brett.

The first two are in a pure red style, each with a blood drop on the front, while the two near Miyou's feet are in a pure black style, but strangely, the carved patterns are hammer patterns that are completely different from blood and water drops, as if they can smash the big hammer in the head.

And the four heraldry each released a bright red curve, starting from the arms and ankles, around the back and waist, wrapping around for a circle, gathering at the center of his eyebrows, as if indicating a strange and cruel punishment.

Moreover, Mi You, who was bound by nail items and "bullied" by these strange forces and holy objects, was in extremely poor condition at this time.

He drooped his half-dark red and half-pure white hair, his eyes wide open, and he looked at the direction of the ground with anger, but he did not react too much to the intrusion between Brett and Oliver. Apart from the intermittent moans, it seemed that he had frozen in the huge pain and anger that had arisen for various reasons.

A mixture of saliva and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, flowing down from his pale lips, passing through his chin, the military-green uniform top finally dripped onto the ground near his feet, forming a small, light red "pool" that seemed to reflect the brilliance of the bright holy objects.

What surprised and terrified Brett even more was that there was no cover on Miyou's abdomen. His shirt and uniform seemed to have been roughly cut open, and he was burned to the redness and burned on his skin. With the powerful self-healing ability of the blood clan, he left a hazel scar of a word composed of the letters of the central empire.

"S-H-I-K-M-I-S.shikmis?" Brett spelled.

Although he has not learned much of the ancient language used by magicians to unleash powerful or ancient magic power skills, the Central language itself has in some ways the same roots and origins as the Sunnese and the Western Continental Commons, at least in terms of word spelling.

"Life, this word is life. And if I remember correctly, it should be the word created by the magicians of the Fire Empire when they formed spirits. It was finally adopted by the central language and entered their system." Oliver thought a little about the remaining occult knowledge in his mind and explained.

"Why does this word appear on Mi You? Also, is he still saved now?" Bret asked with a worried look on his face.

"There should be no problem." Oliver nodded first and answered the question that Brett was most concerned about.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and stroked the abdomen area where Miyou was branded with letters, and whispered:

"There is no overflow of life spirit in his body. It is just that the cross named "Nighty of the Blood Clan" is bound to be frozen here for a short time to ensure that he will not die of pain. Although he has been frozen and frozen in his body, the pain he suffered is physical and will not disappear for any reason."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I have seen a similar way to suppress the blood clan ten years ago. There are also solutions. It is a pure human who takes off the four inscriptions that maintain the core power of the holy objects by himself. He will naturally be free from the constraints, but then again, the word 'shikmis' may be a reminder, an important reminder for the rescue of him."

"Tip?" Brett puzzled.

"Brother Brett, do you know the pronunciation of the word 'life' in the Mandarin of the Fire Empire?" Oliver raised his head and chose the style Brett's polar bear-like body.

"Don't know." Brett answered for granted.

"'sheng ming'. The 'shikmis' in the middle is the voice change of the former, and the people of the Fire Empire advocate flames. Those who can be reborn from the fire must be 'phoenix' in their culture. The 'phoenix' is the leader of all birds. In this way, the common characteristics of birds are the key to this information." Oliver crossed his hands on his chest and analyzed.

Although they are currently in a state of being discovered by the "Site Hunter" group and may start fighting at any time, Oliver is not in a hurry. In addition to his belief that Wolfksky's reaction will be very slow, there is also the conclusion that the remaining "Site Hunter" here should not exceed 15 people, so he can still "leisurely" explain the solution to Brett through guidance.

"Isn't the common characteristic of birds wings? The ability to soar in the sky is their exclusiveness. For this reason, scientists from the Cruisd Empire invented the means of transportation such as aircraft." Brett pretended to be relaxed and "answer".

"I think it's just wings. So, you and I need to pay special attention to this issue later. OK, Brett, I think our time will begin to become urgent now. "Furry Wolf", "Little Wolf", and those who were killed by us are almost about to be discovered. We must save Miyou quickly and travel through the "Mudark Forest".

If you don't want to fight fire with them, we can be quicker appropriately. Thankfully, your mechanic tank is in the garage next to it and no one is guarding it. After all, the current 'Site Hunter' group lacks manpower."

Oliver said, as he stretched out his right hand gracefully to Brett, bent over, and made a gesture of inviting him with a little out of place.

"Do you want me?" Bret asked, pointing to his nose.

"Of course, I said that you want a pure human to extract the inscription. You, Brother Brett, are a pure human. Also, only real humans can act as warriors, because they will not be affected by any magic power on the spirit. They... no, you are the ones who live entirely on faith." Oliver sighed.

"I would like to be called this true human warrior." Brett said with a satisfied but bitter smile.

Immediately afterwards, Bret stepped forward and placed his hands near the two "red blood drops" embedded in the wood near Miyou's arms.

At Oliver's prompt, he held his breath, pinched the index finger and thumb of his hands on the corresponding inscription, as if he was buckled on the wall. After gently pulling it, the two emblems were pulled off like tofu. When Bret subconsciously rubbed it, it turned into a soft and broken "scrap inscription" like soil.

"Two more." Oliver continued to point at Miyou's feet.

Since Miyou's feet were not too far apart, Brett simply knelt down on one knee and made the same move with his right hand.

But this time, he consciously pinched the torn inscription relatively gently and placed it in the palm of his left hand.

However, by chance, Brett's left hand moved slightly, and the inscription turned into a ball of dark black powder. Under his rough breath, it drifted with the wind and turned into nothingness of dust.

"Brett, it seems that he is an inscription with limited use times, or has completely drained the energy. This teenager of the blood clan, Mi You, may not have been suppressed, nor must he be 'removed' or extracted the magic source power. In my opinion, it should have been infused with some power that we cannot understand." Oliver analyzed.

Without caring about responding to Oliver's content, Bret glanced at him sideways and took out another inscription carved with the "big hammer" pattern and destroyed it. Bret picked up Miyou, who had already lifted the influence of the holy object "The Nightmare of the Blood Clan".

After all, compared to Brett, Mi You is only about 1.6 meters tall. He is thin and can be lifted perfectly with one arm.

On the one hand, picking him up is to leave here quickly, and on the other hand, it will avoid a lot of secondary damage caused to Miyou.

After all, after removing the inscription, the cross made of red paint and made of mahogany instantly corroded, as if it had been eroded by decades in an instant, turning into a shabby, dusty, messy existence.

Mi You was instantly relieved of the "freeze" state, her eyes closed quickly, and no longer felt painful moans in her throat. Instead, she became quiet. Only some airflow in and out of her nostrils, and her chest was slightly up and down.

"Let's go, Brother Brett, go to the garage. I have the keys to open the door directly. After that, we can drive the chariot and run wildly into the forest."

Oliver hurriedly opened the small door of the "captive room" for Brett, glanced out, and after confirming that there were not many people, he guided Brett to rush towards the garage gate.

As the messy steps changed, when Brett held Miyou and Oliver, he was about to touch the not-so-large main entrance of the garage, a bullet mixed with Mars quickly passed through Brett's cheek, and a bright red mark was painted.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Sneak Attack?"

As the [Soldier] who has been fighting on the front line for many years in the empire, Bret quickly reacted. He held Miyou in his left arm and quickly took out the "White Bear Card" pistol that was not near the pocket of the tactical trousers in his right arm.

In less than 0.6 seconds, Bret quickly raised his pistol and shot, making a bloody hole in the chest of the "residing hunter" who was sneaking into him.

But the "Site Hunter" who wore a brown mask and looked pretty strong seemed to be a supernatural person.

Even after suffering fatal injuries to humans, he did not lose his ability to fight. Instead, he staggered, with a long roar of a wolf animal in his throat, and endured the severe pain and lifted his pistol to fight back.

Bang!

Brett pulled the trigger again, and the brown mask "Site Hunter"'s eyeball position expanded rapidly and exploded, like a blooming flower on the other side, turning into an incomplete "puzzle" and was forever trapped in eternal "happiness".

"Go away, go." Oliver urged.

Rumble!

Although there is still a slight sense of pain and tear in the body, Brett's technique of driving the chariot does not seem to be affected more.

After putting Miyou in the back seat and giving Oliver a careful care, he drove a mechanical chariot and ran through the wooden fence near the garage, the abandoned iron gate at the end of the outpost, and several "access controls" built with broken wooden boards, and left the abandoned outpost in a swagger.

After walking along the semi-abused cement road covered with yellow sand and dust for about fifteen minutes, Brett and Oliver realized that they had entered the "Dark Forest" composed of twisted trees covered with tangled grey and black style.

He walked along the relatively wide road in the forest built before the Imperial Army withdrew for about seven or eight minutes. Near an open area with relatively sparse trees, Brett found that the branches of the surrounding trees were shaking uncontrollably in one direction.

"Wind, is it windy?" Oliver observed outside the car window first and guessed.

"Yes, the wind. But..." Bret looked forward.

Immediately afterwards, his facial expression suddenly became slightly distorted due to fear.
Chapter completed!