Bang!

Wright's body quickly tilted to the right, and the long red whipped with a strong smell of flame on the withered weed beside him.

It made a crisp and shocking sound, like a breathtaking thunder in a thunderstorm.

It's very similar to a sport that nomads often use to exercise on the land of the Eastern Continent - swinging whip.

After barely rolling in the weeds with mud and undescribable odor, Wright quickly took out the "Mad Bear" pistol hidden in the leather holster at his waist and shot at the figure directly in front of him.

bump!

The silver bullets of Mars rushed out of the barrel, like a knight who was rushing forward bravely, and would inevitably fight against the enemy who was doing a despicable sneak attack in front of him.

However, as the person in front of him slightly adjusted his body and turned his head slightly to the left, the bullet just slashed across his left cheek, burning and melting his brown mask, turning into a piece of rag with sparks.

"Who are you? Why did you do a sneak attack?" Wright stood up and picked up the "Mad Bear" pistol and pointed it at the figure, slowly moving forward.

"You are indeed Wright Socrates. This kind of quick and quick reaction ability makes me amazed at your strength. And I smelled the strong breath of magic power in you, although you did not use it." The man said in a slightly immature and hoarse accent.

Wright heard it very clearly that the language spoken by the person in front of him was indeed the Sunnese Empire, but like himself, they were not pure Socratic accents or Sunneck tone, but instead had a little external dialect accent.

It is equivalent to the Sunnese language mixed with the tones of the Cruzde region and some spoken habits in the common language of Western Lu, but Wright did not feel any intimacy when meeting people suspected of being "members".

"To be honest, for the enemy, I just want to hear the information I need." Wright's tone became stern.

"Do you still remember Aaron? You asked him for a divination. He accidentally mentioned the breath of [Order] to me, and I briefly borrowed his senses. So, as soon as I boarded this "Eternal Movement" train to Donusk, I felt the wonderful feeling brought by this breath. Let me know, my name is Miyou, the profession of [Thieves]."

Mi You said, waving the long, hot blood-red whip in her hands, and waved it a few times at the weeds half a person tall around her.

But the sharp flame aura just arrived near Wright and reduced its power, creating a semicircular "communication" area for the two of them.

"【Thieves】?" Wright asked in confusion, looking at Miyou.

This is an unheard of new profession type. Although there have been combat experiences with the Lost in the remaining memory fragments, the number of lost people who seem to have professions has gradually increased in the old Ukraine provinces near Socrates and Chekavsk.

"Yes, I have used the ability to fight or contact other professions for a short time. Although the number of times is limited, it is enough to deal with sudden crises. When looking for your traces in the A-K carriage, I had some contact with many legion soldiers, and it really made me find two very interesting skills." Mi Youban said with a smug smile.

"Which two?" Wright puzzled, and the "Mad Bear" pistol in his hand did not put down.

"The ability to stagnate time and the ability to tempt. There are [Stacker] and [Fraudster] in this train, plus you, the [Order] who has no ability at the moment, I think I am not alone in this journey to Donusk and the Silent Highlands."

As Mi You said, tearing off the mask that had begun to stick to his body and throwing it to the ground with gray-black wood ash on one side.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have thought of something important, reached out and stroked his cheeks with bright blood, placed one of them under his nostrils and sniffed them, and then licked his fingers with his hands, as if he was enjoying the pleasure brought by the blood.

A few seconds later, he opened the cuffs of the general's green camouflage army uniform, looked at the dirt-filled mechanical watch, and said:

"The time is very abundant, I have heard of Mr. Wright. [The stagnant]'s ability. I hope the church's 'Professional Manual' mentioned that people with this kind of profession will have the ability to stagnate time and space. Indeed, the "perpetual motion" train will stop here for only 15 minutes. But under stagnation, the fluidity of time will weaken to one tenth. In other words, you and I have 150 minutes of communication time in this small space."

"I shouldn't have gotten out of the car to solve my physiological problems." Wright whispered.

He looked at Mi You, the lost person in the [Thieves] profession who was only more than 1.6 meters tall, and his face covered with various small scars but with a white background.

It seems that he is not old, about 14-16 years old, but in the wasteland world, such an age is enough to be conscripted into the army and sent to the silent highland battlefield that is about to start war and become cannon fodder.

But he is a lost person, the lost person joins the army and is also associated with Aaron...

Is it an enemy? or a friend? It remains to be seen.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wright. We will never miss the train because of wasting time and be discarded in this weed-covered wasteland. We will not be noticed because of the sound of the battle. The ability of the [Fraudster] and the skills of the [Stacker] seem to form a closed loop. Look around..."

Miyu stretched out her left hand with a black half-finger condom and pointed at the surrounding space.

His hands did not shake or shift, and Wright glanced around as fast as possible.

The place where the flames just now formed a cylindrical space with a faint blue light, and the inside was chaoticly twisted with curves with a little blue light.

It is like being surrounded by a light blue laser force site, and a confinement area is formed around it.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What do you want to do?" Wright said directly:

"If Aaron sent me to communicate with me, you should take back your weapon. But you didn't. The whip in your right hand is still gushing out of the magic source power, the magic source power of the flames, right? But if you represent the Lost Church, who wants to invite me to the enemy like the Lost One I defeated, then you might as well have a duel. How about using your fist as a bargaining chip?"

"It turns out that humans with the power of red magic. Unfortunately, Mr. Aaron connected it with you too late. You shouldn't know that there were some changes in Chekavsk yesterday. But you have no reason to know that you are now a psychic of Socra, instead of committing yourself to the existence of Chekavsk Legion as a low-level soldier, Silver Blade 5, cannon fodder," Miyou did not answer Wright's question directly, but said in a roundabout way:

"Aaron? He really wants to make friends with me, and I'm happy. After all, he is the new ruler of the city, and when he communicates with him, he is not a completely lost person, or a completely lost person. What happened in your mouth... refers to him?" A trace of uneasiness flashed through Wright's heart.

"That's right. Now the closer we are to the war and the "Daughter of Mechanism", the more crazy and arrogant actions will become. Aaron's assistant, the gentle and capable loser Kashayva, was killed by the new human "Sinais". The prince Ivante seemed to be extremely confident in his ability to control the situation. He believed that the scientific and mechanical parts could help him win the war and explore the lead of the gods. Mr. Aaron was completely coerced." Anger and discomfort flashed in Miyou's eyes.

"So he let you find me? Want me to help him? As a return on making acquaintance with such an investment?" Wright guessed.

"It's not entirely. In short, since I can exist in the army safely, it means that the church has split. Mr. Aaron and I have been half abandoned by the church. They just want to find gods, advance the lost people in batches, and try to create more high-level powerhouses for war. Socra hopes to build their "park", and Evant hopes to execute all the lost people in the three major churches at once. But no one has ever thought about why humans come into contact with gods, and why the lost people appear on this continent. Mr. Aaron in the bottom floor of the "Heart of Industry" building, a dark corner full of mechanical movements, hoping that I will find you, remind you not to explore the gods for the sake of missions, and think about the most real reason deep in your heart." Miyou said with a smile of kindness.

"The most real reason, to explore the gods?" Wright took a deep breath.

The incarnation of the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan" that he met in his dream, as well as the "Silent Praise" ceremony mentioned by Brett, the communication between the red-faced Hayn and him, as well as the "Dynamic Spirit" and "Cubic Wolf" he met in the gray dream.

He thought for a few seconds, lowered the Crazy Bear Pistol, placed it perpendicular to the ground, and said:

"On the one hand, there are many mysterious forces in me, and I must be guided by the gods. Including that dream and that ritual, the direction of these forces is all in the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan". On the other hand, I need to stop Socra's "Blood Night Ritual". It is too cruel to sacrifice a city citizen for an illusory paradise. Also, it is the root of my profession. The power of [Order] needs to reach level 3. Only by contacting the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan", can I obtain the inspiration core without becoming an unintentional person."

"Yes, Mr. Aaron has a corresponding part of your description. The exploration of the gods is always full of unknowns, but fascinating places. This is adventure, the exploration of unknown things, the desire to restore the world order, and the love for all races form the basis for the end of the wasteland." Miyoudun said:

"Listen to the God's guidance and choose directions, and gain the possibility of communication devoutly. Then sincerely ask for blessings, so that you can finally obtain all seven order cores step by step, become a demigod, or even the new order god. Or, realize your long-cherished wish to end the wasteland. Mr. Aaron's instructions are to hope that I can become your assistant, at least a collaborator. I am disappointed with the Hope Church, and I have another identity that forces me to be an enemy of the Empire."

"The Lost?" Wright said curiously.

"It's a blood clan. Ivant imprisoned our leader Vladimiski. He was destined to be a short-sighted and even cruel person. I hope the war will develop in a direction that is beneficial to the empire, but I will assassinate Ivant. But before that, you and I must contact the gods together to prevent her from falling into the hands of the empire. Mr. Aaron has mastered the key to opening the realm of gods. That girl Ina, he will help us at the right time. But before that, there is still a personal grudge between me and you."

Mi You said, taking a step back, and the expression on her face began to become ferocious.

"What? Are you lost people all mentally ill or crazy? You have to cooperate one second, and you want to fight the next second? That crazy woman Natasha is like this, and that [Disfierce] Kayas is like this." Wright smiled helplessly.

He raised the "Mad Bear" pistol again and pointed it at the heart as hard as steel under Mi Youjun's green uniform.

"That's right, it's [Illusionist] Kayas. He has long become an unintentional person. Although he later became a loser, he lost more than half of his life after all. But he is the eldest brother who has been taking care of me. He died after underestimating the power of the red magic power in your body. I hope to take over him and complete the unfinished battle!"

Miyou roared, and at the same time, his hands surged brightly again, a terrifyingly red whip as sunset.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! A ray of flame-like red flashed in his brown eyes, muttering to himself, as if he was starting to form a spirit in another language that was different from the Guzhni Empire and the Central Language of Divination.

Immediately afterwards, his right hand merged with the long whip that looked like a gargoyle tail. In just a few seconds, the whip quickly expanded and became as thick as a beast's tail.

The scarlet pattern squirmed freely on the whip that quickly turned black, with a rotten smell like a dead object.

In some places where the broken skin and dark red flesh even turned outwards.

"The thick fog of the blood clan blesses me, the scorching heat of the flames comes to me, and the Lord of the Dark Night blesses me, please give me guidance for victory." Miyou roared.

Like a beast about to start a fight, he lowered his body slightly, took half a step back with his right foot, and supported the ground with force.

After a "snoring" sound in his throat like a desert wolf, he swung the long whip hard and rushed towards Wright's body.

Bang!

A crisp sound passed by Letter's ear. After rolling to the left, he held the bottom of the pistol with his left hand and raised his right hand. In a short period of time, the scene of being directed by Bret in the underground shooting range of the Chekavsk Legion Training Center two days ago flashed through his mind.

Wright chose to hold his breath and hold his gun smoothly, avoiding the muzzle from being too far downward as much as possible, and not relying on the power of magic to form spirits, but must bring himself into a life-threatening situation of fighting against unintentional people.

Then, you need to seize the opportunity and issue a fatal blow in the shortest time.

bump!

With the violent shooting, a silver bullet rushed straight toward Miyu's right hand, the connection between his wrist and the long whip along the predetermined orbit, with the tones of Mars and crimson.

In just one second, under the sparks coming out of the bullet and the bright flame-like light, in a game of concentration and proficiency, Mi You sensed the ultimate pain that penetrated into the bone marrow and spiritual realms.

He looked at his right hand in disbelief, and his long whip that had turned black with the light of flame had broken.

Dark red blood and black liquid with fishy smell were pouring out from the torn arms.

In addition to the scarlet color, the exposed flesh also has blood vessels, muscle tissue and nerves.

Mi You could feel the bright red magic power on his arm continued to escape with his blood.

He suddenly realized that an attack was enough to prove the absolute strength of Wright, who had been through the battlefield for a long time, and the foreseeable outcome of Kayas's battle.
Chapter completed!