"Go and take a look. Wind, remember to put on your helmet. I think those people may have malicious intentions towards us," Wright reminded.

After wearing the helmets left by the legion soldiers before, which seemed to be intertwined with stars and brilliant flowers, Wright deliberately held the "Mad Bear" pistol in his hand to prevent possible battles.

With the wind, I stepped on the soft and fast step on it and would sink a lot of mud. After walking forward for a few minutes, a small swamp appeared in front of Wright.

The place seemed to have been a river before, and glanced over, and half a small wooden boat that emerged from the swamp was stained with soil and covered with weeds.

And the humans, who were wriggling, twisting their bodies, constantly opening and closing their mouths, and making sounds of their own, beasts, or frightened, or panic, or surprises from their throats, were arranged in semicircular shapes, standing on the edge of the swamp, as if they were near the river bank of the past.

The reddish-brown meteorite illuminated on the swamp. Whether it is a relationship of physics or an extraordinary force, it has no connection with the soil in the swamp. Even though it looks very large and extremely heavy, it seems to have no risk of falling into it.

"Meteorite? Ceremony? It's really strange. It's about to go to the camp in Area B. These people can do these things openly. You know, although the legions in many cities in the Empire are gradually relaxing restrictions on psychics and accepting extraordinary things such as magic power, it does not mean that they can hold 'illegal rituals' semi-openly. Could it be that these people are not humans, psychics, but... Lost?" Wright guessed.

"You, can you see us? This 'human' young man?"

A sound of old, as if it were the sound of the dead crawling out of the cemetery covered with withered plants, covered with darkness and spider webs, came from Wright.

A few seconds later, an old man wearing a magician robe appeared in front of him.

"I... can see it. Isn't this nonsense? If you want to perform some illegal rituals, you must be prepared to be discovered. Of course, if you are the losers, then I am ready to fight. If it is related to the empire, I remember that the "Regulations on the Management of Extraordinary Things" stipulates that this is an act of illegal imperial laws and will be subject to sanctions." Wright said half-threatening and half-analyzing.

"I am a magician, a profession that has been truly passed down from the first and second eras. You are right. What these people are doing now is indeed a ritual, a ritual to explore the specific direction of the God Realm of the 'Daughter of Mechanism'. The quiet high ground is too big and too complicated. Besides, so many forces are intertwined now, we must first determine a general direction." The old man "magic" said.

"'Daughter of Mechanical Yuan'? Are you also looking for a god? Why? After just a few days, has the secret "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan" become a well-known secret? Or are you affiliated with the three major churches of the Lost? Is this a task assigned to you by your pope?" Wright said in a questioning tone.

He quickly glanced at the "people" who looked dazed around the reddish-brown meteorites. There were about seven or eight, not many, wearing military green legion uniforms, and not tall.

Moreover, after a month or two of the battle with magic source power, using the orderly monsters, entering the extraordinary realm of "Grey Dream", etc., Wright can easily sense whether the person in front of him has magic source power and what order level he is generally at.

But strangely, except for the "magic" in front of you, which has a strong aura of magic power, it seems that the "people" dancing near the meteorite does not have any aura of magic power, and it seems that they are just humans.

"I don't want to answer your question. Young man, you have too little experience and you know too little about this wasteland world. I just want to say that even if I am a member of the Church of the Lost, it doesn't mean that I must serve the bugs among them." The magician in front of him coughed twice, and continued to speak in a hoarse voice:

"Only those who can bring the gospel to mankind and all intelligent species are qualified to spy on the gods, those who have unwavering beliefs have the opportunity to touch the gods, and those who can uphold a sense of awe, a humble attitude, a clear thinking, and a strong body can truly receive the guidance of the gods. In other words, those who are inferior lost, and those who are in the top positions of the church, are not worthy!"

"I don't want to talk about philosophy. This is the road leading to the camp in Area B, not the mystery classroom at the University of Zhnetsk, nor the Episcopal Church. I only care about your camp, the old magician." Wright considered the words and chose a more respectful title.

"I said, I just look for directions for those who can really touch the gods. Just in time, I hope there is a mechanical body in the church. In order to protect several children facing slaughter, he is willing to contribute himself, and let himself be controlled by mechanical monsters and fall into endless pain and torture. For him, I don't want him to be tortured, and he actually wants to be a real person." The "magic" said almost with tears in his tone.

"Mechanical body, can I understand his name? You know, the Imperial Legion is also having a mission to explore the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan". I think you may not be able to withstand the attack of the Empire."

Wright deliberately hid the tasks assigned by the Socra Committee and did not reveal any extraordinary information about himself.

After all, he, the [Order] who controls the red magic power, is not a completely powerful existence. Even if he is promoted to the "inspiration" of the order level 6, he will feel extremely difficult when facing the lost person at the "pain" level 5.

"It's okay to tell you, after all, you can see us. His name is Luo Nai, and he is the product of the creation of the Lord of Machinery. Now he is tortured by the monster's "Eye of Substitution" all day long, which is very painful. You should hear that it is not easy for the mechanical body to obtain human emotions in itself. It is a coincidence and the blessing of the Lord of Machinery. "

"It seems to be heard." Wright nodded.

"Yes. Actually, he is already very close to being a real human, but he is now wrapped in 'sorrow' and spends every day in tears and despair. Moreover, the 'Eye of Substitution' will gradually erode his reason. If there is no manipulator, no, it seems that the manipulator is dead now. In this way, he will become an irrational and only know how to kill until it is broken by a stronger force. Therefore, we need to explore the true direction of the 'Daughter of Mechanism'. Don't worry..."

Seeing Wright's concentration when he heard the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan" and some of the micro-expressions of his eyes unconsciously glance at the "magic", he knew that Wright must have some attention to the gods, at least interested.

So he didn't intend to say anything. After all, he also felt that Wright and the boy beside him looked like, and Feng, wearing the uniform of the Legionnaires, also had a strong aura of magic power.

"Don't worry, we did not meet the gods to ask for them, nor would we take away any technology left over from the Cruzd Empire rumored. We only hope that the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan" will give you a little blessing, guide Luo Nai, and allow him to obtain the "wisdom" and "inspiration" core. It is enough to become a real human."

Seeing that the purpose of the two was not completely in conflict with their demand for gods, Wright's expression soothed a lot. After looking at Feng, he turned his head and looked at the old "magic".

It seemed that there was an inexplicable power in the conversation just now that he deliberately prevented him from paying attention to the appearance of the old "magic". Now it seems that the age spots and wrinkles on his face made Wright a little reluctant to focus more on it.

Not handsome...too old..., her beard and hair are gray, and her brown eyes are a bit like glass. It seems that she has eye diseases such as cataracts.

By the way, I should look at his magic source power order.

Thinking of this, Wright turned the cuffs of the silver-white guard uniform and looked at the part that poured into the power of the "Spy Bracelet" on his wrist, covered with iris and sunflower patterns.

The red magic power in the body slightly surged, and a faint red light flashed suddenly on his wrist.

After flashing a few times, Wright saw a fainter yellow light.

"It seems that this old 'magic' is at level 5, and the direction of the magic source power is the earth. It's interesting. The meteorite falls on the earth. It requires such a earth-type magician to manipulate the ritual."

After complaining in his heart, Wright turned his cuff back to its original state and slowly restrained the release of the red magic power.

"I also want to be sure whether you are the loser or not is very important to me. Whether it is the Socratic regulations or the imperial laws, if a soldier does not attack when facing the lost, it means that he betrays the empire and mankind and must be judged by the military."

Wright found a very reasonable excuse that was not easy to be rejected and asked about the identity of the old "magic".

"I can tell you, young humans. I am indeed not a lost person, nor do I belong to humans. The 'magic' is one of my identities. Of course, my more easily recognizable identity is a professional who has been polluted by extraordinary powers and monsters. Of course, you can identify me as a psychic, but I do not trust humans, so the definition of my identity is a complex topic." The old "magic" said sophist.

"That's enough. I don't want to care about your profession. I can treat you as a psychic. So, I can also claim that I have never met you or discussed too many extraordinary things with you. I was actually curious and wanted to come and see. After all, those people danced too badly and had no beauty. And this meteorite attracted me in some way." Wright said with a sigh of relief.

"What does it attract you except to be related to the gods?" asked the old "magic" curiously, approaching Wright carefully took a half-step forward.

"It's a sense of familiarity in the dark. From the moment I saw it just now, I always feel that I had seen it in my previous life and had experienced a thrilling past with him. It seems that it was in a small town, as if I was investigating some ancient and mysterious things, and finally started a nearly dead battle with a 'superior' next to him."

Following his inner feelings, Wright spoke directly the fragments that appeared in his mind without any modification.

Wright believed that this was not a memory fragment left by the previous owner of his body. After all, the original body had never been exposed to the magic power and was also very disgusted with extraordinary things.

Moreover, the memory that suddenly appeared in my mind was very old and long, but it seemed that it was something that happened last year, as if it had last year.

"Actually, I still want to discuss with you a topic just now, how did you see this meteorite. Of course, you don't need to answer this. After all, this meteorite has an automatic stealth function. As long as you have contacted him, those affected by his power can be invisible with it." A strange smile appeared on the wrinkled face of the old "magic" showed.

"Invisible? How can such a big glowing thing be invisible?" Wright held back his smile and pointed at the meteorite and said disdainfully.

"Of course it is not invisibility in the usual sense, but ignoring your perception. In other words, it can prevent you from detecting its existence. Even though he is in front of you, you cannot ‘see’ him. You will always think that there is nothing here, just a small swamp that is still quiet." The old "magic" smiled proudly.

"Oh, by the way, young man. I know that there are many secrets hidden in you. You have at least one of the 'spiritual' and 'divine'. Your power must be above me. If you can see me, it means that you have at least the upper class profession, the orderly monster and the upper class magic source power. I will definitely die when fighting with you, but I am not afraid of you, nor do I believe you will attack me."

"In fact, there are all three kinds of powers, and the old 'magic''' guess is correct." Wright was secretly proud and thought to himself.

"The divination of the 'Sequence Card' tells me that I will never die before the gods are discovered. So, young man, my ceremony is coming to an end. Do you want to go to the place you should go after the performance?" The old "magic" sent an invitation.

"Okay, I just want to...uh, 'exploration' the specific location of the 'Daughter of Mechanism'. I think we'd better not become enemies in the near future."

"For the middle-level profession, as the [creator of the force field], even if I become an enemy, I have the means to defeat the enemy."

The old "magic" said, and began to murmur the spells belonging to the Guzhni Empire.

Then, his hands surged up a bright yellow spot of light that was approaching the golden color. As his body jumped forward light, the light turned into brilliant starry light, surrounding his body, wrapped him up, slowly rising, and floating above the meteorite.

"Let's start, [Warriors], I pay money, you have to work. This is a fair deal, a simple employment relationship." The voice of the old "magic" seemed loud and ethereal as if it was blessed with a loudspeaker.

Immediately afterwards, the humans in military green uniforms called [warriors] let out violent roars.

Their voices were sometimes low and sometimes sharp, like goats and rats, and more like messy howlings that were blessed with no emotion.

Then, under the yellow light of the old "magic" scattered, the [warriors] actually made neat howls of wolf howls came out from the throats of the [warriors].

Thrilling, miserable, "confused", but mixed with a glimmer of hope and endless longing.

They were doing head movements randomly... without direction... like those who saw in the previous world who did not follow the instructions of health experts... and twisted their necks randomly, they were not afraid of cervical spine misalignment...

Just as he was complaining in his heart, Wright noticed that the reddish-brown meteorite emitted a bright red light under the strange movements, which shone with the yellow light.

Its surface began to become shattered, revealing many cracks, surrounding the potholes.

The broken interior began to reveal a more solid, mechanical-like part.

After seeing these colors, the group of [warriors] began to become sick, and began to jump left and right in an orderly manner, with their arms as soft as maggots, moving left and right, jumping uncontrollably on the spot, and finally they all crawled and fell to the front of the meteorite.

A few seconds later, with the crackling sound of glass shattering, the side of the meteorite facing Wright had completely turned into an oval steel.
Chapter completed!