"What's the harm of being crazy for survival? What's the harm of killing?" The giant pope glared at "Wusheng" and said with some amusement:
"You said just now that if we don't use the 'Ancient God and Demon Machine', the probability of our victory is one in a thousand. But if we look at the entire battlefield from a higher angle, use it, even if it is only a few hours, as long as it can delay the attack of the empire, we will have time to prepare, either escape here or sneak into the 'Vita Water' to find the gods."
"This is the reason. What if the Empire controls the more powerful Cruzed machinery, or the more mysterious monster of the order? This itself is a battle of ambiguous resources, and we cannot make mistakes." "Wusheng" defended.
"Do you have to wait for death if you are afraid of making mistakes? When the empire kills you and me and destroys our three major churches, what should you do if the remaining children? What should you do if the middle and lower-class compatriots do? We are already suffering beyond extraordinary 'pain', and there is no reason to endure a tragic fate again." The giant Pope advised, trying to get the support of "no life".
After standing in place and thinking calmly for several seconds, "Wusheng" finally let out a heavy sigh. He looked up at the dim gas lamp hanging on the wall, which was powered by the magic source power, and answered helplessly:
"Your Majesty, do what you wish."
"Okay." A rare smile appeared on the face of the giant Pope, covered with cracks and scattered scars.
Immediately, he widened his eyes and looked at the red-clothed cardinal Jota who had remained silent behind "Wusheng".
He is a decent demeanor and a feminine loser.
Jota is about 1.8 meters tall, but it is not tall or even shorter in front of the "monsters" of the Giant Church.
His face looks like melon seeds, his chin is sharp, his nose is high and his cheekbones are prominent. Although his background is white, a subtle blush appears near his face, which makes him look a little more "human" aura.
He was wearing a dark white helmet, covered in blood, and seemed to have been "seized" from the Imperial Legion soldiers, but his black uniform with a "academic feeling" made him feel a little more immature.
The giant pope smiled, looked up and down at Jota, and said with interest:
"If I remember correctly, Jota, are you a [Slayer] profession?"
"Yes, I am." Jota walked quickly to the rock table without saying much, nodding respectfully and replied.
"Very good..." The giant pope nodded:
"It is perfect for you to control the 'Ancient God and Demon Machine'. I trust you and your willpower. You have always been very gentle and rarely use violence to solve problems. I believe that you will definitely break through the so-called 'reason' limits. Moreover, you are not just for the purpose of resisting the imperial army. You have read the diary of the chooser and you should know the island in the center of the lake mentioned in the prophecy."
"Remember, it is the last obstacle to the entrance to the divine realm of the 'Daughter of Mechanism'. But from the information I interpreted now, there is no definite answer to whether to fall into the 'Vita Water' first or break into the island first. After all, the entire silent lake is wrapped in yellow sand, and no one has successfully broken through to see that charming and intoxicating lake." Qiaota analyzed calmly with a green voice.
"But if you drive the 'Ancient God and Demon Machine', things will become different." The giant pope subconsciously pressed the beast's head scepter with both hands, unable to suppress the excitement and restlessness in his heart, and said with a smile:
"When you spread your mechanical wings and soar in the sky, your eyes will be connected with the power of the ancient gods, and He will give you the ability to penetrate the mist. By then, you will be able to completely distinguish the direction of the "Vita Water" and the central island, and you will also see the legendary "Silver Moon Temple" and the "Scarlet Arena" that contains mysterious power and extraordinary things. Actually, I plan to..."
The giant pope stood up, first glanced at the four people present, then trembled and put his hand on Jota's not-wide shoulder, and said firmly:
"If the situation is extreme... let you... and you, shoulder the 'last mission'."
"'The Last Mission'?" Jota was a little confused, looking at the giant Pope with a blank look on his face, puzzled.
The giant pope did not directly answer Jota's doubts, but slowly opened his left hand and surged the almost exhausted flame magic power in his body, extending countless slender lines, outlining two red double-edged axes.
They are placed crosswise, presenting a perfect axisymmetric state, shining in red, showing a violent aesthetic.
"This is the badge of the 'Slaughter', and it is the pattern of... the sequence of cards 'Slaughter'." Jota blurted out. As the [Slaughter], he was very familiar with this pattern.
"Yes, Jota." The giant pope nodded:
"But, do you know the interpretation of the pattern?"
"Of course I know." Jota said confidently without hesitation:
"The long-handled double-edged battle axe with the beauty of violence crossed together, and the scorching sun behind it was urging the flames of fighting. The sharp axe was not humans, they were two thick arms full of eyes. Monsters who could only live in the dark and wet ground had the possibility of facing the sunlight under the fighting spirit."
"This is 'killing'. The 10th order card, written in the middle language, should be 'ksali'. It is said that since the [Slaughter] is recognized by the sequel card, it will fall into impulse and mania every moment. This is different from the state of mental illness or [Raging], right?" asked the giant pope in a voice that has become a little sharp again, tilting his head to look at Jota, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"That's right." Jota nodded, maintaining his respect for the leader, and said:
"[The Rager] can fight with rage and turn anger into energy. Unlike me, I will be manic regularly, and a little friction will make me lose my mind. How many times, blood-red hallucinations appear in front of my eyes. I believe in the Lord of the Dark Night, and the gods who create darkness will make me forget light and hope, and make me fall into the abyss of pain."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind it! "I can't remember how many times I woke up from the blood-red nightmare. Although I studied a religious book called "The Classic of the Heart" from the Fire Empire when I was at Zhuolin City City University, and continued to temper my mind, I barely maintained my current fragile peace. But I still dreamed that I was attacking my compatriots with an axe, not only one, but one."
Jota said, his mouth unconsciously opening his breath, as if he was on a cold, oxygen-deficient plateau, feeling like he was being pinched to his neck.
"Your Majesty, I suggest that Jota be slow. The war makes us breathless. You can't force him anymore." "The Congwan" shouted at the giant Pope with a little indignation.
At the same time, he turned his body, put one hand on Jota's back and patted it constantly, and stroked his chest with the other, allowing him to breathe a little more smoothly.
None of the people present spoke out, did not make any moves or make substantial statements.
Especially the cardinal "Wusheng", he just turned his head and looked at Jota, who was about 1.8 meters tall and relatively short in front of a group of lost compatriots in the Giant Church, with extremely complex facial expressions.
He understood and knew that the red-clothed cardinal Jota in front of him contained the power to turn defeat into victory and surpassed extraordinary strength, but Jota was the same as "Changing the Vow". He was a rare loser in the Giant Church who had a normal appearance. He did not want Jota to die. For reason and emotion, he did not want such a tragedy to happen.
Seventy years ago, the Lord of the Order of the God of the Order, Yong Chi, arrived in the desert in the East District. When the yellow sand and the oasis intertwined, awakened many unintentional people of different shapes, strong but ugly.
The "Fire of Burning Domain" controlled by He melted the bonds bound to their spirit and body, making their hearts no longer a mechanical product that gathers and releases burning fluid, but a semi-corporeal and semi-mechanical product.
In other words, they rarely gained "wisdom" in that event and became no longer a monster, but a real existence that could touch magic and extraordinary intelligent creatures.
Moreover, the first leader of the Giant Church was not the "pope", but the high-level loser who called himself "sage", and was almost in order 3: combat level.
The "Sage" not only led the unintentional people who had just recovered their "wisdom" to the quiet highlands and established camps and strongholds that could live, but also attracted many short, low-level mutant humans who resemble rats, cockroaches, mosquitoes, and flies, or lost people with ranks 5-6.
They are all miserable "people" abandoned by the terrible, noble, wisdom and normal fields. After thousands of hardships, they barely become the Legion of the Lost in the Sunnese Empire, on par with the Church of Hope and the Church of Darkness.
Qiaota and "Ning Vow" are among the few lost people in the past twenty years who have been practicing their own magic power, coupled with the understanding of gods and extraordinary powers, and have become a normal human appearance.
They clearly have stronger power, smoother future, and greater achievements, but now, in order to protect more lost people, they have to sacrifice the more loyal Jota. "Wusheng" feels like being cut and stirred by a sharp dagger, pain, depression, unwillingness, anger, but helpless.
Several people kept their attitude quietly and weighed the pros and cons in their minds. After several minutes, Jota nodded to "Ningyuan", pushed his hand away, and spoke first:
"I just talked about dreams. Indeed, I often dreamed that I had lost my mind and opened my heart to the cyborgs and 'bionics' in a blood-red city full of steam machinery. Sometimes I would be out of control and vent my fury and restlessness given to me by the Creator behind the sequential cards."
"It seems that everything in that world is real. After I vented, this dark wasteland world became extremely clear and real again. In this way, I can always remain rational and not use the weapons in my hands to harm anyone. But it is not bad to let me control the "Ancient God and Demon Machine", so that I can vent the inexplicable anger that lingers in my thinking on the human legion. This may be the ultimate redemption of my profession."
"What are you going to do?" "Wusheng" said with difficulty, looking at Jota who barely squeezed out a happy smile.
Chapter completed!