"Hu." Laite breathed a sigh of relief and tried hard to pat his head, which still had a sense of chaos, which still woke up from the dream.

"It's finally better." Wright said to himself.

But the next second, the train passed through a building ruins of more than ten meters high in the old city ruins and an open-air half-tunnel composed of hills next to it.

The brief darkness and interlaced "boom" made the scene in the dark dream flash in Wright's mind again.

Dylan's gentlemanly look in a suit and tie, and the scene of throwing out a black cloak and turning into a bat made him suddenly feel a chill on his back.

"Someone." Wright whispered.

The "boom" sound and the haze falling from the ruins of the tall buildings disappeared instantly as the train led to a wider situation.

Other Imperial Legion soldiers wearing strange patterns and guards everywhere wearing "Longsword Hammer" medals did not notice Wright's abnormality.

After all, his strange behavior just now had been "swallowed" by haze and noise and did not attract too much attention.

Just as he looked around in shock and was about to find the trace of Dylan in his dream, Molos, beside him, turned the page of the book in his hand and said in a low but vigilant voice:

"Don't look around."

"Ah?" Wright responded subconsciously.

"When you are looking for the enemy, the enemy is also paying attention to you in the dark. I smell the unique breath of the Lost. Although I am a human, after I touch it for a lot, the smell that can only be understood but not expressed can be felt."

Molos said, putting aside the book with the name written in Western Lu Common Language in the center of the cover with a golden lace inlaid in his hand.

He stood up skillfully and naturally to tidy up the slightly messy military uniform, turned over the lapels, and groped out from the storage area where the luggage was stored on the upper part of the train.

Two or three seconds later, he took out a metal medicine bottle, sat back to his seat, handed it to Wright, and said:

"This is my new magic source potion, you can try it. He will also have to try it when Bret wakes up. Long-term nightmares will not only damage your memory, but also make you mentally weak, which is not conducive to the battle in two days."

"New Magic Source Potion? Uh... Thank you." Wright said politely, reaching out to take the potion.

Instead of immediately surrendering, he unscrewed the steel-colored bottle cap in a "counter-clockwise" direction, and sniffed it as a "chemistry teacher" in the last high school course.

A fresh breath suddenly poured into his nostrils, quiet and fragrant, making people feel intoxicated.

"This is the breath of inclined flowers?" Letter immediately felt a sense of comfort and relaxation that penetrated his soul.

But after 0.3 seconds, he "snap" to buckle the bottle cap and shake his head hard, trying to dispel this inappropriate sense of comfort.

"Haha." Molos smiled kindly, but his eyes looked like he was looking at a country bumpkin, and he couldn't help laughing:

"This is an upgraded product of Incoshua, developed by Socrates scientists and is specially designed to resist the lost people with seduction and hallucination abilities."

"The...upgraded product of Inverted Flowers? Can this thing be upgraded?" The scene of Inverted Flowers that day [God of Love] Natasha explains to him.

His slender and white fingers just gently pointed through my chest through the air, and the inner flower rolled up to his fingertips with the green magic power.

This is the first time I have come into contact with the most mysterious and extraordinary power of this world, and the product of the origin of this world.

Although imperial scientists and philosophers all believe that atoms are the smallest units that make up objects, no one has the courage to deny the products belonging to the category of theology.

The end of science is theology, which is an eternal truth.

"You should have heard of the 996 version of the Incoshes." Molos' mellow mixed with a hint of hoarseness interrupted Wright's reverie:

"Nine cycles, nine days, and six times. This kind of inclined flower has the most inferior value, and it grows in the wild, such as the lost swamp, incandescent ice fields, green forests, the banks of the Lunin River, and even the silent highlands. The inclined shadows are everywhere and are indeed useless. Even other plants in the places where these inclined flower grow will wither, and even the traces of wild animals are difficult to find."

"Inclined... It's a hell for the flowers to bring benefits. You should get some herbicide and all of them are dry." Wright said angrily.

"However, a few years ago, the journal Imperial Medicine published an article titled "Two Medicinal Directions of Involved Flowers" mentioned that Involved Flowers, a worthless evil creature, can be transformed and has two development directions. First, "Insisting the Sense of Involved Flowers".

Shorten the growth period, nine cycles remain unchanged, and it is changed to eight days of growth and five blooms. Then the inward rolling flowers has the effect of calming the mind, which can greatly reduce the Empire's investment in the production of this part of psychotropic drugs. After all, the mentally nervous [warrior] often is in battle, and the mentally nervous [warrior] needs drugs to relieve the spirit, otherwise it will collapse. In many cases, they will even mistake their companions for being unintentional people and launch an indiscriminate killing." Molos leaned over his body and "chat" with Wright.

"I have heard of the first type. I will add it to ordinary cigarette products. I think Bret has used it." Wright turned his head and looked at Brett, who used both arms as pillows.

"Yes, that's right. The second direction is interesting." Brett pointed to the metal bottle in Wright's hand and said:

"'High-in-rolling flowers' will prolong the growth cycle, twelve cycles, twelve days, and bloom seven times. The in-rolling flowers treated in this way are comparable to the 'hero potion' invented by the 'madman' doctor of the "madman' of Putoya'. It can greatly boost spiritual strength and keep people excited. If the empire encounters a thorny war, it will generally be equipped with [warriors]. However, the potion I give you lies in newness."

"New?" Wright shook the metal bottle and did not immediately open the cap.

"New thinking, new methods, new decisions, new dreams..."

"Okay, okay, stop. There should be no place to sell the "Shine-Nepal Empire Newspaper" here. Don't be silly, come on some practical things. Don't learn from those politicians who eat people and don't spit bones." Wright interrupted.

"Okay. I'll just say it. The original incense flowers of the monsters in the order are cultivated through both directions. Not only did the juice of the "hypertensive incense flowers" be extracted, but the petals of the "sun-sacred incense flowers" are also tempered. A little bit of night-scented juice, the pollen of the long sleeping flower, and the powder after the heart of the lonely wolf in the ice field is dried. This is my new magic source potion." Molos introduced with interest.

Wright, who knew nothing about pharmacy and biology, nodded in a dull manner, and then asked:

“Where is new?”

"The magic source power was not used at all, not at all. Even the potion number 10-20 developed by the Empire to deal with the unintentional virus has used more or less burning liquid. That kind of thing itself has magic source power. But I am a pure potion, this is science, not magic." Molos explained.

"Although I didn't understand, I was shocked. Why not give it a try?" Wright said tentatively.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the metal bottle again and sniffed the "New Magic Source Potion" close to his nostrils.

The fresh feeling is like being in an endless sea of ​​flowers, even mixed with a scent of waves.

"Drink a little bit, and the influence of the nightmare just now will completely disappear. If you need more, I don't mind sharing two bottles with you." Molos urged.

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Wright agreed.

After pouring a whole bottle of "New Magic Source Potion" into his mouth, Wright felt an incomparable sense of transparency.

He looked around clearly, and as the fragrance of the petals flowed down his stomach and under his whole body, he actually felt that the time around him was frozen.

To be precise, it slowed down.

Just like the situation when I encountered the "Red Grape" fireball when I was in the Kosu battle halfway from Silent Highland Outpost A to Highway 65.

But immediately afterwards, he saw the world in front of him shining with seven colorful lights.

The bright red color, the seductive orange, the intoxication of yellow, the fear of green, the tranquility of blue, the peace of blue, and the purple, make people...

I remembered the witch again, [God of Love] Natasha.

She was like a ghost in my mind, the world, and even the moments of everything communicating with the lost, lingering.

Perhaps it is a manifestation of some sequelae of traumatic stress?

He looked down and at some point his hands emitted an orange-red flame.

The slight heat is not hot, and it will burst out as it moves happily.

until……

Continuous sensation of bumps came.

Wright suddenly discovered that the time around him had become normal flow again, and the light and flames instantly turned into nothingness.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

A brief bump made him and Molos sway back and forth, almost sliding to the ground.

Even Bret, who had been asleep smoothly, was awakened by the bumps, yawned hugely, and looked around with sleepy eyes.

"Where did you?" Brett rubbed his itchy silver hair hard and asked Wright and Molos with a blank look on his face.

"I just woke up not long ago. But I should have passed a ruin in the old city just now, and now it is about to reach the Gobi Desert." Wright answered quickly.

"In more professional terms, we have just passed the old city ruins of Chekavsk and are now on the upper line of the 'Zhixin-03'. There is still about 15 kilometers to reach the semi-abused 'Dunji' station. It is still 300 kilometers away from the Temporary Camp of Donusk. And the expected arrival time should be around 9 pm. This line is often contaminated by unintentional burning fluid and will not drive too fast." Molos said.

He pointed to the corner of the metal tabletop with a steel color, where there was a military map produced by the "Chekavsk Dark Night Factory" and a military compass.

"No need. By the way, it feels good to come out of a dark city like Socra and Chekavsk. Do you remember what I told you in the morning?" Molos's face was filled with a kind smile.

"Morning? What?" Wright felt transparent and clear from the potion, and his thinking, who had escaped the sense of restraint caused by nightmares, suddenly fell into confusion.

Morning? Morning? Am I not dreaming all the time?

Yes, how did I get on the train? I also wear this neat escort costume, a silver-white helmet on the side, and the "Mechanic Yuan" brand rifle that I hadn't used in a few days, but how did I do these things, I have no impression of it at all?

It seems that I had just experienced the gray dream of talking to the "baby wolf", saw the "oil lamp of hope" breaking, and then I got on the train directly?

Memory...is something wrong?

"There is something wrong, I don't remember..." Wright murmured.

Brett and Molos looked at each other.

Immediately afterwards, Molos gently patted Wright's shoulder and said in a soothing tone:

"It should be a memory barrier phenomenon, it's normal."

"normal?"

"Yes, it is normal for superpowers to use magic power to form spirits. And I can feel that the magic power in your body seems to be different from the lost people I have in contact with. But it should also belong to the category that cannot be overdrawn." Molos explained.

First, you cannot overdraw; second, you cannot bleed.

The sweet and terrifying voice of the girl whom she met in her dream after fighting Yato after waking up at Migov Hospital was echoed in her ears.

"Just reduce the use of magic power in the next battle. I don't know exactly what you did with magic power before. But the reality is that Bret and I personally took you from the Military Management Office to the city station, and checked the weapons, mission arrangements and documents to board the train. You told us that you would execute all the lost people in the quiet highlands according to the orders of the empire. Bret reminded you that some of the lost people in the church will be useful to the committee. If you want to explore the "Daughter of the Mechanical Yuan", you cannot use killing as your sole purpose."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Molos deliberately lowered his tone when he mentioned "The Daughter of Mechanical Yuan" to prevent being noticed by the lost people lurking in the train.

"I did use the magic power to form spirits, but can I tell you the reason after allowing me to enter the silent high ground? I promise that I won't use the magic power to form spirits for the time being. I'm afraid that someone will be manipulated to do something dangerous during the time when my memory is blurred. I don't want to... die." Wright said with a little horror in his black eyes.

"It's okay, just be careful." Brett cast a kind and caring look.

With the "bang" sound of the train and the speed of travel gradually weakened until it stopped.

Wright saw the "Silent" station outside the window where Molos said.

After finding an excuse to deal with the problem of abdominal distension and pain, Wright waved his hands to Brett and Molos, and walked off the "Permanent Move" train in a short half-hour time.

Stepping on the solid, scorching ground, Wright walked along a weed-covered path to the back of the station.

On the one hand, he has a natural curiosity about the wilderness and Gobi, and has a deep pursuit of the vast space and the earthy yellow-toned space.

On the other hand, there was no bathroom or public bathroom here, so he had to avoid soldiers chatting and smoking on the platform to solve the privacy problem.

After walking along the half-heat weed for about 10 minutes, Wright was able to see the station's location from afar. He finally solved the most private and difficult problem.

Just as he wanted to turn around and return to the "Permanent Movement" train, a long whip condensed from blood rushed out of the weeds in front of him.

Whoosh!
Chapter completed!