"Hmm? Do you know me, little brother?" "Ningyuan" asked with his head tilted, his eyes slightly closed like a sapphire, and a "warm" smile appeared.
Unlike other lost people or "unintentional people" they met, the cardinal in front of Wright acted too normal.
There is no sign of mental breakdown, no sense of bullying, no sense of bullying, no serious and depressing expression, the meaning of killing emitted by the furious lost person, and a complex of "obsessed" with some "abnormal" intentions.
On the contrary, it was very peaceful. In the battlefield of the front camp, a smile appeared in this huge space filled with filth, scarlet matter, and bitterness and pungent liquid.
The love-like smile seemed to be looking at the younger brother. The smile on the face of "Ningyuan" was even warm in the eyes of Windeck, the captain of the "New Wind Team" who was a supernatural being "wasteland" who was "in the wasteland" and was a supernatural being.
There is no "sorrow" that disperse and lingers around the body, nor does it have the sense of confusion and cunning that the lost people have.
normal!
Very normal!
It's not normal!
Instead of responding to the "Wishing" and "Good-intentioned" smiling inquiries, Feng lifted the standard rifle distributed to him by the "New Wind Team".
Lift it to the same position as the eyebrows!
His right hand hooked the trigger part with black paint, and his light green eyes closed and closed. Feng chose to stare at the eyebrow of "Ningyuan" through the sight of the simple sight with only one piece.
That piece is the second most fragile part of the lost person except the heart!
Following the wind's movement, Wright and Windeck also quickly reacted. The two raised the rifle in their hands simultaneously and aimed at the chest of "Ning Wan" that was still slightly shining with a rich blue light even under the cover of the black robe.
The two of them took cautious steps backwards, and after a few seconds, they finally stood on both sides of the wind.
On the one hand, he half-blocked the relatively "thin" wind with his body, and on the other hand, he maintained an offensive posture and continued to observe the correct cardinal in front of him.
Wright's impression of the cardinal in the main position was basically the "wolf-headed and unintentional" and "crazy body" encountered in the ruins of Donusk were naturally impressed by his strength and absolute defense against guns and attacks.
After all, Windek is a member of the Sunnetsk Legion, a captain-level figure of the "New Wind Team". He is at the 5th level of Hurricane and has the qualification to contact the Empire's "C-B level secrets".
In his impression, the internal document jointly published a year ago by the Zhnetsk Parliament and the New Varka University, entitled "The Response of the 12 Orthodox Cardinals of the Three Major Churches", mentioned detailed information about the Orthodox Cardinals.
Because the three major churches have differences from many of the "habits" models currently in the empire in terms of personnel appointments, such as selecting talents and determining status with pure strength and ability, they cannot give higher status to the lost people who have surpassed the top level, which is called the Pope, Cardinal of Red and Cardinal of Purple.
Therefore, after a long "meeting" conducted through the magic power communication, the three popes decided to give these 12 powerful losers who even touched the fourth level of the order, a special status, that is, the "right cardinal".
Poems taken from the old Cruzard poet Goulji:
"The real strong man chooses to look up at the stars, and the giant eyes located behind the deep sea will eventually stare. The silent place will eventually usher in the dawn, and endless light will be nurtured at the end of the long night."
And these 12 powerful cardinals who can almost fight against the Empire's bullets, artillery, bombs, and even giant machinery directly and brutal collisions with their own bodies are:
"The Giant Church, No. 1, No. 2, No. 2, No. 3, No. 4, No. 5, No. 6, No. 6, No. 7, No. 8, and Demolition. And the Dark Night Church, No. 9, No. 10, No. 11, Mystery Sound, No. 12, "Snow Mu".
Most of their demon source orders are like the vast majority of the lost people in the entire Sunny Empire, and belong to the 5th stage: pain. Some of them have been promoted to the 4th stage hope through the 4th stage of demon source potion and earlier communication with the gods.
The difference between rank 5 and rank 4 is essentially equivalent to the difference between flintlock rifles and combo rifles, which is almost a gap that spans two to three eras.
If we look at the year gap between current science and technology in the wasteland world, it will be at least a level difference of 200-300 years.
And, Windeck still remembers that the literature mentioned that the 12 cardinals' weird scores were very even.
In other words, the types of magic power they control are different, and there are even rare people with dual-type magic power. Their personalities are very different, and their fighting styles and areas of expertise are completely different.
Judging from the information cited in the literature, the "Changing Vow" in front of us should be a good at using magic power to fight, rather than controlling advantages based on physical fitness and fighting skills.
Moreover, it seemed that his spiritual power was inexplicably strong, so it was predicted that this cardinal might exist in the old camp in the front area occupied by the Giant Church that Windeck explained the content about distinguishing and trying to get out of the hallucination when he was near the camp gate.
Looking at the three men who were fully armed and staring at the "Ning Wan" with a serious face, the cardinal showed no anger.
He still maintained a rare innocent smile, straightened his head in a strange and rigid posture, and then closed his right hand hard, showing a fist clenched, and suddenly opened it, hitting the light made of the blue flame towards the top of the big tent.
Suddenly, the gas lamps in the room became extremely bright as if they were filled with new fuel.
It was like the scorching and hot sun at noon, as if it was pouring the sun that burned people to melt.
Immediately afterwards, he took a step back, and his left hand slowly and rhythmically began to condense the two upper-level magic powers in his body, which belonged to darkness and light. He did not forget to recite the spells used to build spirits:
"I pray for the blessing of the Lord of the Night."
"I ordered the goddess of light to stare."
"Dark and light are entangled."
"The light belongs to this era!"
"The darkness of this era!"
"Bless me and let me touch the future."
bump!
When the last word of "Ningyuan" was finished pronunciating, a bullet mixed with subtle, unaware ice crystals suddenly shot out from the barrel of the wind and hit the center of the eyebrows of "Ningyuan".
But unfortunately, "Ningyuan" only raised his left hand slightly and waved it gently and quickly, a bright vortex of light shone on his forehead for a second, causing the cold bullet to disappear.
"I like children very much, little brother. Even if you are a teenager who was forcibly recruited by the Empire, I don't want to hurt you from the bottom of my heart. You should run naively in the fields and ride horses in the grassland.
Either use your rich magic power to show off one splendid magic trick, or play the piano in the aristocratic music classroom and immerse yourself in the ocean of music notes.
Instead of being in a cruel, bloody battlefield, isn't it? By the way, when you see the imperial soldiers who were introduced to the 'Sea of ​​Wish' by me just now, do you feel no throbbing in your heart when you see these plants? Didn't there be any emotion called 'Wish' deep in your heart?"
The words "concentrate wishes" are extremely tempting.
Wright knew that Feng was a semi-lost and was born with a certain ability to resist the mental impact of the lost, but Windeck glanced at Feng with some concern.
Seeing his wolf-like light green eyes still showed a sharp and combat-filled aura, Windeck suddenly felt that his worries were unnecessary and worrying.
"Just like them? Facing death in this filth? You are too cruel." Feng asked in his tender boy's voice.
"Aren't they already immersed in the 'sea of ​​wishes' of happiness? Look, they are so happy, with smiles that we haven't seen in a century, little brother." As he said, he stretched out his slender, white right hand, which was not mixed with a trace of carved sculpting, and pointed to the bodies of the four team members in the vision ahead, not far from his mopping robe.
Wright and Feng looked along the fingertips of "Ning Wan" and the two soldiers who were pierced by slender stick-like objects covered with eyes were now in a strange posture, and somehow they were "adjusted" to kneel cross-legged for the posture of kneeling cross-legged.
Their eyes were closed and a creepy smile appeared on the corners of their mouths. Although they had already lost their lives, their chests were actually slightly undulating as the tiny red blood vessels extended from the stick-like object pierced into their brains, as if life was still there.
Although the two lost people who were wrapped in the neck of the extended and thickened maggots still kept lying flat, after looking closely, they all turned into crossing their hands on their chests, their eyes half-dreaming, looking at the top empty, and their bodies presented a very peaceful picture.
Although this strange "happiness" confirms to a certain extent the statement that "the sea of ​​wishes" is about "the sea of ​​wishes", the surrounding ground is constantly leaking like oil, which is constantly leaking from somewhere. The liquid gradually wrapped around the four dead team members still makes Wright not satisfied with the argument of "the sea of ​​wishes" and does not agree with it.
"I think, maybe when the stick-like object, at least the snake-like thing wraps around them, they have the opportunity to resist, but I smell the smell of acid. "Change the wish", you not only erode their spirit through the magic power, but also through the acid, so that they can give up their instinct of resistance in an instant.
This is not what you call immersed in the ‘sea of ​​wishes’ because of happiness, but rather an illusion imposed on them. In this way, they are pitiful and not happy.”
With its standard combat boots made of anti-corrosion and filthy erosion materials, Wright stepped forward half a step, stepped half his foot into the edge of the oily liquid, and used the "Imperial Z-01" rifle to maintain a posture aimed at the chest of "Changing the Wish", saying.
"Who are you?" "Ningyuan" asked in a low, youthful and protective voice, and lowered his left hand.
"Wright, Wright Sogra. Currently serving as a member of the 'New Wind Team', 2nd place in Terracotta. This time, participating in the 'Silent Advent' battle is to fight against you dirty, evil, and order-destroying lost people. By the way, go and accomplish my goal." Wright blurted out.
"It's not just to fight us, Mr. Wright, I also smelled a strong breath of 'wish' on you. And there is an unusual magic power that permeates the energy of the plane and the power of the gods. I even smelled the breath of the order of cards. By the way... will you... make a wish to me?" "Changing the wish" kept a smile.
Before Wright could answer, he waved his hands gently up and down directly in front of his body. After a few seconds, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The stick-like objects that attacked the team members before and the white "maggots" suddenly became larger after being guided by the magic source power. Under the guidance of the silk threads formed by the light and dark magic source power, they grew and extended, turning into red, black, yellow and white vines, and took root downwards and penetrated deep into the cold concrete ground.
After only a dozen seconds, the vines formed a small "forest" in front of them, building half a barrier, a seat with a black iron color, and two straight white scepters rushing out of the "seat" ground.
Naturally, after sitting on the "black iron seat", "Ningyuan" finally changed to a proud look, mixed with contemptuous eyes, and looked at Wright and others.
Immediately afterwards, his right hand seemed to be grabbing seasonings and sprinkling on the skewers of nothingness, gently waving and squirming at the top of the scepter.
Then, two round trays of the same color were formed at the top of Bai Jie's scepter.
Their edges are regular, and they curl inward with artistic beauty.
After another four or five seconds, it turned into two large bowls filled with clean water inside, revealing a scent of holy aura, and with sharp axe patterns on the outside.
Even a pure purple violet grew rapidly in each bowl, which exuded the sweetness and fragrance that Wright had accidentally smelled when he was just at the entrance of the camp, mixed with strange feelings.
"Eternal beauty and love, endless simplicity and virtue, the coolness in the hot summer, and the will to obey the rules, Wright, I smell the breath of 'order' and 'inspiration' from you. This emotion that has something in common with the Violet's words has completely exposed your message to me."
"Ningyuan" said, sucking a mouthful of sour smell, fishy smell, pungent smell, and fragrant flowers. Her eyes were blurred and intoxicated, and continued:
Chapter completed!