"It seems not surprising that you can understand the 'confused song' now, after all, it is the cardinal of the Dark Night Church's top red clothes." Brett suddenly spoke, interrupting Melinar's self-intoxicating narration.

"I don't seem to have seen you, nor do I feel the breath of any profession or magic power from you. If you are an ordinary human being, facing the mad body of one of the 12 regular cardinals in our Lost Church, it is difficult to guarantee that you will not fall into a state of dementia, or collapse on the spot and fall into madness." Merinal stared at Brett with a surprised look, looking up and down with a sense of surprise.

"Is this strange? How many things can be left to ruin us... into madness?" Brett's tone showed a strong feeling of disdain.

As an imperial soldier, for the sake of the empire and human beings, Bret rarely treats the lost and the unintentional people as objects of communication in his consciousness.

Except Mi You. In Brett's subconscious, this blood clan boy, [Thieves] Mi You is more like a psychic, rather than a real loser, and is someone who can unite and cooperate.

And the woman Merinale, who was related to the "confused singing" in front of her, who self-destructed her identity and experience, subconsciously did not want to have more conversations with him.

If it weren't for the "crazy body" that could not be knocked down with a gun just now, and not for protecting Wright, who was obviously exhausted, he would have immediately used all his strength in his body to start a desperate battle.

Instead of wasting talk with the lost people like a scholar, a writer, or a drama actor.

"I'm curious about your identity, I want to know your name. In my memory, at least those big people, or the powerful group of superpowers, I have never seen your face, nor have I reminded anyone who looks similar to you." Merinal suddenly spoke, looking up and staring at Brett's angular face.

As she spoke, her eyes were quickly occupied by a resentful purple, emitting a faint and ethereal light against the darkness, like a real "witch" driving the ghost.

However, this "ghost" is not a soul without entity, but a strong, wolf-headed "crazy body" No. 7 called the "Original Cardinal".

"Bret Klein, the descendant of the Kusha nobles, is currently the captain of the "Silent Advent" Operation Z Team of the Socrates, the captain of the "Silent Exploration Squad", and the current professional rank is Terracotta 2."

Brett reported his identity information in detail, and he tried to communicate as much as possible with Melinal in verbal conversation.

On the one hand, this method can expose more information to the enemy and inadvertently expose their weaknesses during conversations. On the other hand, it can use this to observe the enemy and find a suitable opportunity for a sudden attack.

This is a course called "Special Mission" by the Imperial Army and the Socra Guard. In the face of a gap in strength, the two sides are in a state of confrontation, and the enemy is interested in you, or needs to obtain certain information from you.

Generally, it is an imperial psychic who performs a lurking mission, or an imperial soldier who discovers an enemy in a lurking state, and is used by him. Obviously, Bret's identity belongs to the latter.

Therefore, during the conversation, Brett's right hand tightly grabbed the thirty-cm-long cold weapon short knife called "Kusha Blade", and his left hand held the "Yongguang" card flashlight and hit the ground. With the help of the diffuse light, he carefully observed the every move of Melinar and "Mad Body".

"Bret Klein? A member of the guards of Terracotta 2?" Melinar felt incredible, with a twisted smile on his face and snorted coldly:

"The real terrain 2 ranks are not even qualified to face the lost. Even Socra and Zhnetsk, where powerful humans gather, can face the lost head-on, at least above the rank hurricane. If I remember correctly, when I lost my memory, there are clear provisions in the imperial laws and military regulations that were read during this period when I was a teacher and professor. 'Kill the lost, the rank can be directly upgraded to Hurricane 5, and those who have never killed the lost will not be promoted to this."

"That's just a provision of imperial laws. Perhaps one or two hundred years ago, the rank was indeed the absolute standard for measuring strength, but the rank was evaluated by people. Where there were people, there were endless unspoken rules. In other words, the rank rules had long lost the value it should have used for measurement.

The current rank is just a game between the nobles and the high-level imperial leaders. Those who work hard are the empires [warriors] who are on the front line of battles, fighting the unintentional and you lost. The one who gets the greatest benefit is the upper class of this huge empire trying to restore order." Brett told his inner thoughts truthfully.

"This explanation is very new to us. After all, in the church of the Lost, everything follows the fairness set by the Creator. The Matthew effect is not suitable for us. We respect God, the Creator, the God of Order, and even the God of the Old. However, we always observe and examine the wasteland world we live in from a pessimistic perspective." Merinard suddenly said in a low voice.

She looked up and down with her scrutinized eyes, dressed in neatly guard uniforms and a series of tactical equipment. After nodding slightly, she glanced at the taller "crazy body" behind her, which was taller than Brett, and said in a low-colored voice exclusive to mature women:

"This world is a terrible dream of the Creator. We are just a trivial gear in the endless cycle of reincarnation. Therefore, we must uphold the moral norms given to us by the Lord and God: to seize the excess and make up for the inadequate ones as much as possible without making the opposite choice. Because 'the Creator is watching you', He calculates every reincarnation in his dream."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "The Creator's... Reincarnation?" Bret wondered. His weaknesses have always been his own problems with philosophy and church-related issues. When Kusha was studying, the most common courses he skipped were "Philosophy", "Mystery" and "History".

"Our world has an eternal reincarnation. Human beings start from eating raw meat and drinking blood and slowly move towards primitive tribes. When human beings' ability to seek nature is strengthened, a country will be born, and kings and popes will exist, entering the era of magic and knights.

At the beginning, humans rely on wooden tools, bronze tools and iron tools. After the next era came, steam and machinery became the mainstream of the entire world. The existence called technology replaced magic and became the brightest, most shining thing in this era that can bring hope to all races of humanity.

However, all the brilliant peaks are the collapse of order, and then enter a new cycle. This is similar in the oracle pages recorded in the "Seven First Rows of Gods" descended." Merinar's eyes seemed to be dispersing the light of "wisdom" and "inspiration" descended by the gods.

Then, she blinked her slightly dry, red and swollen eyes in the darkness for a few times. In the eyes of Brett and Miyou, it was like a snake-shaped beast hidden in the dark mist staring at her prey, greedy and predatory.

"Oracle! Hahahahahahahahaha!" Melinar suddenly burst out with a terrifying laugh.

Her tone suddenly became sharp, as if she had cut off the three-quarters of the treble and midrange, and only played the bass part, and was more like countless mechanical chariots, trains and ships pressed their horns simultaneously.

Her face, which had a white and malnourished complexion, suddenly became rosy and became unusually red, as if she had melted the red pigments used in paintings and applied them all to her face.

Immediately afterwards, Brett observed with the help of the "Yongguang" flashlight that countless tiny water droplets oozed out from Melinal's red face.

If you look closely, it is not the usual salt-rich sweat, not the "burning liquid" of unintentional people, nor the product of some kind of cosmetics dipped in water, but the sticky, scarlet blood!

As the "blood beads" continued to gush out, countless wounds appeared on her face as if they were cut by sharp daggers. They continued to stack, grow, and expand their mouths.

In less than five seconds, the skin on her face disappeared completely, revealing the striped muscle tissue inside, and white bones filled with gloomy breath!

"By the way, this is the price of listening to the 'understanding' oracle, and the 'confused song' also belongs to the category of the oracle." Merinar's lips, which had lost their skin, opened and closed, and against the backdrop of the moonlight, had a unique "flavor".

"oracle......?"

Staring at the weird scene, Brett made his debut subconsciously.

Even though the imperial soldier who had been through the battlefield for a long time, even though his battle with the unintentional and the lost had never deviated from his daily life, he still felt his lips trembling, his hands fighting, and even his legs standing upright began to feel the feeling of being pulled away from his strength.

"Yes, Oracle." Melinar confirmed in a sharp voice:

"This planet is the product of each reincarnation superimposed on each other. Only by extending the time of each reincarnation as much as possible can the Creator immerse himself more in the dream of creating the world, so as to ignore the existence of time. If he plunders and takes too much, the Creator will wake up from boredom. And when He truly appreciates the complete awakening of reincarnation, the entire universe will usher in collapse and destruction.

Therefore, the church of the lost, whether it is the church of hope that the messenger of God, the church of dark night that lives in the fog of darkness, or the church of giants that combines various ugly things, will obey fairness and love.

"Love" is the first of the order of cards, and is the basis of all things harmonious. Its image is the green crown on the head of the goddess wearing a white gauze scarf, and white platycodon falls beside her. This is the only bright pattern, which is different from the 'pray' I was recognized as an upper class profession."

"What is the image of the 'Prayer'? And why does it exist, you, a mad woman, have... traces of contact with the old gods and the evil gods. Do you know? You almost killed [Thieves] Miyou." Wright's slightly weak voice mixed with breathing came from behind Brett.

He picked up the "Mad Bear Card" pistol with his right hand, supported his body with his legs, and struggled to fumble toward the windowsill with his left hand, forcibly endured the torn pain in his body, stood up slowly, and leaned his back against the wall, barely maintaining his standing state.

"The woman in purple robe with her knees folded her hands, her eyes closed, her head slightly lowered, and prayed with a pious attitude. But the gods hidden under the crimson moon were covered by the clouds, revealing only a few octopus-like tentacles. The white moonlight shining from the red moon is misleading the world with fake light. This is the content of the image, but I am very curious, this little brother, looking at your outfit, I guess you are also the same guard identity as Brett Klein, right? Why did I sense the annoying smell of [Order] from you." Merinal glared at Wright with a vicious look.

Immediately afterwards, she subconsciously took two steps back and completely pressed her back against the broad and strong fluffy chest of the "crazy body".

It seems that in her subconscious, a strong body can bring her the ultimate sense of security in the spiritual realm.

"Asking my question first, you only answered half of it just now, I wonder why your power can easily communicate with the old gods and the evil gods? Since you are the identity of the lost and our enemy, then doing so will definitely not violate the education I received and the morals I uphold!" Wright roared.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! With the remaining strength of his right hand and the gun skills he "reviewed" in the underground shooting practice field of Chekavsk, he steadily raised the "Crazy Bear Card" pistol, aimed at Melinar's head, and threatened her.

"Although we are enemies." Merina does not deny the hostility of identity, "but you still need to thank you for saving me from those legions. This is why I did not let the 'crazy body' continue to attack you and chat with you here. However, I can indeed answer you for your question as one of the rewards for you."

Merinal stared at Wright's "Mad Bear" pistol with her purple-glowing eyes, showing no fear of mechanical weapons.

On the contrary, she did not dare to continue to sense the aura that spreads on Wright, nor did she dare to look directly at his pure black eyes.

After gazing at the pitch-black barrel for a second or two, she tightened the muscles near the lips that had lost her skin, barely made a smile, and said gloomy:

"The source of faith in the Dark Night Church is the Lord of the Dark Night in Order 2. We are the product of darkness and the native people of darkness. As we all know, the evil gods hide behind the black fog, and the old gods hide in the deep sea. Those who believe in the Dark Night Lord, as the red cardinal of the Dark Night Church, who can I pray to besides the evil gods and the old gods?

The [thief] you mentioned must be filled with his heart with admiration for the goddess of light or his longing for ‘hope’, which will conflict with the power of the evil god and do extreme and irrational actions.”

"That's it..." Wright sighed, put the pistol down, put it on the edge of the pocket of the trouser, with the muzzle facing down, perpendicular to the ground, and made a short-lived "prayer for peace" and "rest" posture in imperial culture.

Then, he asked in a steady tone:

"I think you mentioned just now that you spent three years to master the diary about the choicer and the information about the daughter of the Mechanical Yuan. But this thing is actually not new. For us, it is almost a well-known 'secret'. As the lost person lurking in the city, have you not received any special information related to it?"

"Of course there is." Merina said confidently with a high tone:
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