"Red wind...Red wind...Red wind?" Oliver murmured twice, then exclaimed.

He stared at the window of the mechanical chariot with some yellow sand and dust that had not yet been gone, and suddenly felt his brain being passed by a high volt of current.

After a stinging sensation of something big or small, a terrifying name suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The 12-level cardinal, Brett, the main cardinal who controls wind and blood may be here." Oliver said in a trembling tone.

"The main cardinal of wind and blood?" Brett stepped on the brakes and stopped the mechanical chariot near a giant tree with lush branches and leaves swaying with the wind, and his whole body was full of pure black. He asked:

"How strong is compared to the 'crazy body'?"

When asked this question, his mind was ready for the upcoming arduous battle.

"It's hard to say." Oliver shook his head, and some hazy knowledge surged in his thinking, which seemed a bit mixed and chaotic.

"That cardinal... If I remember correctly, it should be called 'Blood Wind'. It is a core member of the Dark Night Church, at least the upward position of the Cardinal in Purple. The cardinal in Purple is to fight, carry out various battles with humans, and those unshakable solid machinery." Oliver made some simple popular science by the way.

"Does his ability summon the blood-red wind like his title? Or do he have more special skills?" Brett's thinking points can always accurately "strike" key places.

"You know, Brother Brett, my position in the Hope Church is not too high, and I cannot access a lot of core information. I have only heard that wherever he appears, there must be blood-red winds or blood-colored fog, usually around 6-9 pm, when the sunset is about to come to an end."

"And, apart from the high-ranking members of the Dark Night Church, who claimed to be the Lord of the Dark Night and the Blood Clan, not many people have really seen his original face. Humans or losers who are not close to the red wind can only see a blood-colored outline. They are probably a normal human youth, who are almost a few years older than my current body. Anyone who has seen his true body either "sees" the Creator and the Lord, or falls into madness and eventually dies in their endless pain. Legend has it that he will absorb souls."

Oliver's last half of the sentence was very low and heavy, and he seemed afraid that a pair of scarlet eyes, like a crimson moon, were staring at them, and using his dark ears to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Abstract souls? Although I don't believe in a lot of knowledge about mystics and magic, can I understand it as a heavy blow to the spiritual realm and falling into madness after having hallucinations?" Bret asked with a little dazed staring ahead.

"Absolutely, there is no problem with explaining the scientific category like this. Also, Brother Brett."

"What?"

"Under normal circumstances, there will be no blood-red winds in the empire. Even sandstorms are nothing more than dull winds or dim sandstorms. Even the "Imperial Meteorological Record" only records that there have been such rare weather once or twice in the vast desert areas and highlands in the East District, but it cannot be ruled out that it is the "blood wind". Therefore, if the red wind we are trapped in cannot dissipate in a short time, then be prepared to face a tragic battle of death. I am not sure to escape, but I am sure to negotiate with him, the order monster I just gave you." Oliver stretched out his finger and pointed at Brett's pocket.

He could sense through the magic power that Bret had just put it there.

"Is this?" Brett fumbled in his shirt pocket and handed the order monster with a silver luster similar to a large drop called "Misinsilver Blood Drop" to Oliver.

"Yes, but don't give it to me. I'm very short of magic power now. If I don't have guns, I may not even be able to beat a teenager. Hold, Brett, if you encounter an insurmountable crisis later, bite your finger and drop blood on it."

"Different blood can cause different consequences. I have seen the use of the lost person, the use of the superpower, and even the use of the human beings in the process of mutating into an unintentional person. The effects are different, but in general, it is overdrawing life force and obtaining extraordinary abilities that match it, but it varies from person to person.

Some strengthened their bodies, their muscles instantly raised, some strengthened their spirit and agility, which could not be seen through observation, and could be noticed once they fought. Some people who have never learned the magic source power can use some uncommon magic source power. But unfortunately, I have never done experiments with humans. After all, the place where I lurked in all year round is the army. Once I mentioned the sequel monster, I was beaten up at the very least, and treated me as a traitor to the lost person's thoughts, and at the worst, I would be caught like military places in various places. Once I was almost executed, but fortunately I escaped as soon as possible." Oliver said with a look of fear.

"I, maybe I will be the first human to use it, and maybe I can provide you with rare experimental data. After all, experiments with the sequential monster type are also prohibited in the empire. If you are in the army, you will not have the opportunity to do some private experiments." Brett squeezed out a bitter smile and said:

"Oliver, I want to ask you something. I have a premonition that the outpost and this forest now seem to be just a forest, isn't it already considered a realm of a quiet highland?"

"Yes, that's right." Oliver nodded.

"My hunch is that after entering here, the journey will be difficult until we reach the northern area camp where Wright is easier to go, and maybe we will die. But I have never regretted it, nor will I escape for the right thing."

"If I die under the hands of the Lost or the Unintentional One, I would like to ask you to hand over the 1,000 SGD under the cushion of my seat to Wright if I die. Of course, if you take some, it doesn't matter if it doesn't exceed 50% of the money. The point is, please tell him that the committee actually knows all his secrets. If you meet George, please be honest and don't lie. Perhaps there will be a glimmer of life with his wisdom."

"So pessimistic?" Oliver smiled bitterly:

"After that being said, since you trust me, I will promise you. To be honest, you have told me a lot about Wright in the past two days. You said that he killed several extremely powerful losers and possessed strange and extraordinary magic power, which made me very interested. For the sake of interests, I want to make friends with him." Oliver agreed readily.

Boom!

Just as the two of them took advantage of the brief time after the conversation, thinking silently and preparing for the battle, a deafening thunder sounded from the sky above the blood-red wind.

Immediately afterwards, Bret found that there were blood-red spots on the glass in front of him.

"Blood... Rain?" When Bret reached out to touch the red dots through the front windshield, the spots quickly spread out as if they had the ability to copy.

Soon, the glass seemed to be covered with a layer of red paint, which seemed extremely terrifying.

"Here, it must be here." Oliver looked around cautiously.

At the same time, he picked up the "Wolf Rain Card" pistol seized from the "Little Wolf", unsealed the insurance, put the gun chamber in, and prepared to shoot at any time.

And he was still whispering, muttering a word to use the ancient nirvana empire to create the spirit of the magic power.

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

A strong vibration sound that looked like metal passed through the ears of both of them.

Brett found that the area ahead of him was relatively empty, with the ground exposed as yellow, covering a layer of light blood-colored ground emitting a circle of red light.

Since the mechanical chariot he was in used is made of solid steel and alloys of other precious metals, it is difficult to be affected by magic power and other extraordinary forces.

But those red apertures will spread outwards, and the trees they come into contact with are cut off by this force and collapse in the direction of the wind.

After intimate contact with the ground, the trees instantly turned into a pool of lifeless fragments like dry and fragile black charcoal.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to hear a soft male laughter and a unique tweet from the bat.

"Oliver, we can't escape this situation, right? We can only fight hard, right?" Bret asked firmly.

"That's right." Oliver's eyes were filled with blood red color, and he said:

"The red power just now was called 'Pre-set Dispersion Field'. Different losers have different names, but in short, it must have formed a circle of power restricting our entry and exit. If we forcefully break through, one of us must have the strength of rank 4 or above. Let's go, Brett, head towards the center of the 'Dispersion Field'. The 'Blood Wind' must be waiting for us."

"Okay." Brett agreed, gritting his teeth.

Then, skillfully took out the "White Bear Card" pistol, held it in one hand, and pulled his fingers on the trigger.

When he opened the door and got out of the car with familiar movements, he felt a scent of blood coming to his face, and a strong wind that made him feel a little unmoved.

This forced him to blink his eyes quickly and spit out the bloody raindrops that were floating into his mouth inadvertently.

He originally carried sunglasses that could resist the invasion of wind and sand in the yellow sand and a metal goggles for adventure, but he just searched around the seat but couldn't find it. He must have landed on the Dunusk ruins.

Fortunately, after Brett used his wide left hand to pull Oliver's relatively thin arm forward for a few steps, the "blood rain" gradually became smaller, and the red wind lost most of its power and became an ordinary rainy wind similar to that in a city that does not affect travel.

It was also at this moment that Brett seemed to see a shaking red outline at a distance of dozens of meters in front of him.

He raised his "White Bear Card" pistol and ran forward quickly.

Finally, when he pointed his gun at the outline of the figure that had been clearer than ten meters away, a soft and tender male voice came in front of him.

"You... are Brett. What I'm looking for is you, the [warrior] of the Socrates Guard, who can kill the most proud body of the 'crazy body'."

"'Blood Wind'?" Bret asked tentatively.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Brett, Brett, you are really amazing. The 'Mad Body' told me yesterday that you are powerful. You not only have a fascinating strong body, but also have fierce and courageous fighting skills. The most important thing is that he has seen a unique 'divine nature' belonging to the Klein family in your body. It's very wonderful, very wonderful, isn't it? I haven't seen such a human with anticipation in a long time." "Blood Wind" said, turning slowly.

But in Brett's view, the outline in front of him became thinner and then returned to his original state.

"Are you going to seek revenge for me for the 'crazy body'? If it's for this, your mind will be too narrow. Of course, if you say you are fighting against humans as the loser, I don't mind fighting for life and dying with you." Brett said half-roaringly.

His lower body bent slightly, and his feet adjusted his standing posture as much as possible to prevent him from being attacked by possible sneak attacks and losing the opportunity to fight.

"Your voice is so heavy that it is fascinating. How great it would be if you were a lost person, then I could ask the Pope of Dark Night to bring you over, come to me, and become my unique friend."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! As "Blood Wind" spoke, his hands surged out of the magic source power belonging to "Furious Wind", quickly dispersing the black and red matter that spread around, revealing his original body.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, half bent his legs, as if he was leaning on something out of thin air.

Even so, this body height is not much different from Wright in Brett's opinion, but it still looks much thinner than Brett, who is about two meters tall.

After all, like Brett, Wright is a guard [Soldier] who has been fighting on the front line all year round. He is not too thin, and after this month of fighting and "cultivation", he has already had some strong muscles and looks a little full.

But the "Blood Wind" in front of me was relatively thin. She was wearing a black bottom and slightly revealed the tuxedo with a white shirt inside. There was a blood-red bow tied around her neck.

His face is somewhat similar to Mi You, with a pale background, pointed chin, melon-shaped face, and some young people are unique between tenderness and maturity, with a bit of sinister feeling.

If he included his soft and delicate voice, in Brett's opinion, "Blood Wind"'s body must be pathological, otherwise it would not be so weak and even a bit pretentious.

One party raised more than 30 cm in size, which was a powerful pistol; the other party had no weapons, but his hands were surrounded by several iron chains floating in the air with red light.

After a few minutes of silent confrontation in the red wind, "Blood Wind" suddenly closed his eyes half-closed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as if he had caught a prey. He whispered in a gentle tone like meeting someone he loved:
Chapter completed!