"General George." Wright swallowed, not bothering to hold his neck. It was probably the standard military dagger equipped by the Empire for the army. He finally advised in a respectful tone:

"The Socra Council is fighting against the Sunnese Empire. Let's not talk about whether the illusory 'park' will eventually be as you wish. But according to the magic and technology you control now, this is destined to be a failed experiment. Millions of innocent people will be massacred and died in the hot water. At that time, you will not wake up in hallucinations, but will be buried together with Socra."

"Enough!" George roared, and took out the "Mad Bear-A" pistol standard for officers from his waist, walked forward quickly, his hands trembled with excitement, and pressed the gun against Wright's forehead and eyebrows.

"Do you know, Wright? It is precisely in order to increase the success rate of the 'park' that I risked being accused of being a traitor to contact the Hope Church. In order to succeed, Natasha and Yato helped us interpret the diary left by the chooser and the ancient documents mainly based on '527-MB-01'. I hope that the church's top leaders will help us incubate the dragon eggs we have achieved through hardships. Now, Wright, for the final success, for the 'park' and for victory, I have to need the 'red magic power' in your body. Now it is no longer a discussion, no longer a hope, nor a request, but an order!"

Looking at George's twisted, ferocious, terrifying face, raised eyes, rapid and gloomy tone, and his unconscious trembling body due to the pain, Wright felt "disgusted".

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head and stared at George with his pure black eyes. His voice was low but his voice was particularly firm:

"I refuse!"

"In this way..." George twisted his neck a few times unnaturally, put down his pistol, and slapped his left hand hard against the severe pain caused by the slow growth of "silent buds". He suppressed the painful tone as much as possible, tilted his head, and said to other members of the guards hidden in the dim space:

"Bring that mutated traitor, I think Wright must be very concerned about his situation now."

"Yes, General!" A heavy response came from the dim area behind George, which was not illuminated by a flashlight.

Immediately afterwards, the footsteps of the messy battle boots came out, and a tall man in a silver-white guard uniform was forcibly pressed into the middle of the positions occupied by George and Wright.

"Who?" Wright asked in confusion about the man who was forced to kneel on the wet, shabby, mossy bluestone bricks, trying to go forward and take a closer look.

"Let him go and let him take a closer look. I believe that after seeing the true identity of this mutant, he will change his mind!" George ordered the [Warrior] who pressed his neck with a dagger behind Wright.

Then, the cold feeling that seemed to penetrate deep into the bone marrow was finally removed from Wright's neck.

He chose to step forward quickly and pushed away the messy silver hair covering the man's eyes.

What came into Wright's sight was a haggard, haggard, and vicissitudes of life, dark red blood and countless small scars spread out there, like a stream flowing across the desert.

The broad face looked extremely angular at the moment, like a layer of simple skin attached to the mold-carved wooden toy.

Beneath the silver hair was a pair of dim green eyes that had lost focus, and under her face was a half-open and half-closed mouth that was flowing unconsciously.

"Brett, I finally found you, Brett!" Wright shouted.

Tears flowed uncontrollably in both eyes!

Before, when he was in the "Blood Light" Castle, at the last moment, when the jump formation was opened, he was sure that he carried this big guy and entered the center of the silent highland.

But he never saw Brett in the "Flame Moon Arena", "Silver Moon Temple", "Sunflower Sea" and the last altar area.

Even in various scenes that were lost, Wright almost forgot about Brett's existence.

But now, he finally saw the living Brett again, and he could no longer help crying, calling, and then sobbing in a low voice.

Until, he found that the big avatar in front of him was kneeling in place like a machine without any emotion, without any reaction to Wright's catharsis.

"What are you doing to him? George!" Wright roared, looking at George with his blood-cold scarlet eyes, clenching his fists with his hands, making a creaking sound.

"I think this should be asked yourself. No one knows what Bret has encountered better than yourself." George glanced at Wright disdainfully and said in a sarcastic tone.

"He, Brett...I know that he overdrawn his soul power by overusing the 'Marcil Blood Drop' and was transformed into his current appearance by the leader of the blood clan. But he was not so weak at that time. Before entering here, he told me that the 'the arena is on'. Why, why did he become so dull after it falls into your hands!" Wright shouted angrily.

"I think you don't need to ask me about this. When we saw him, he was lying at the door of the old palace. He could look like a mentally retarded person and not die immediately, thanks to the leader of our "Lone Wolf Club" Pusef!" George said, slapped his hands a few times.

Immediately afterwards, several "New Yongguang" flashlights with similar shapes to those used by George were thrown into the air.

This time, those flying saucers, "drones", and the rotating flashlights were like stars shining in the universe, exposing all their energy to the maximum extent to illuminate the surrounding environment.

Looking around, Wright found that the huge space was an ancient palace with no wooden structure and mainly bricks and stones.

Starting from the semicircular ceiling that can be seen inside, to the rectangular platform of moss and tiny leaves where they are, they are covered with melancholy light, presenting a strange scene of light green and dim yellow.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Behind him is a staircase made of bluestone brick strips nearly fifteen meters wide, straight in the same direction, a door carved with various flowers and plants, geometric figures, mechanical gear patterns and dragon totems.

Above the brick and stone walls at the end of the palace are electrical lamps connecting wires with a mechanical wind. Mechanical double-headed eagles spliced ​​by mechanical chains and gears are hooking them with sharp claws, presenting the strange beauty of the combination of quaintness and steam.

But unfortunately, there is no electrical energy here, and there is no possibility of starting any electrical lamps.

The edge of the entire palace is occupied by a surging moat-like water flowing, providing an extremely humid environment for the hall.

Through the light, Wright noticed that there were at least twenty tall [warriors] wearing silver-white combat uniforms of the Guards behind General George, but behind them there was a man who was more than two meters tall with a sharp expression and a murderous aura.

"Pussoff, our [Guardian] is known as the leader of the 'Odyssey Wolf'. Do you mind whether you mind our confused child? Wright explains the situation of the mutant Brett?" George turned around, looked towards the tall man, and asked in a strange tone.

"Of course I don't mind. General George, we have been allies for many years. I have never really joined the camp of Ivant's idealist. Naturally, I am willing to obey your arrangements." Putsoff said in a vicissitudes of voice, and walked to Wright with heavy steps.

Immediately afterwards, he subconsciously stroked the "Wolf-head pattern" medal wearing on his chest, squatted on one knee, and used his other hand to sort out his messy short hair, sighed, and said in a regretful tone:

"Death is inevitable. Any [warrior] should have the awareness of facing death. Brett is an excellent [warrior] under George. He is not only because of his orders, but also for the final victory."

"You should know that his brain has been eroded by many forces. The orderly monster destroyed the spirit, the power of the blood clan burst his brain tissue, the damp environment and the desperate dark force here completely destroyed the neurons connecting his consciousness. Now he is just a surviving body."

"In other words, he is no longer saved. The divine nature of the Klein family cannot save him, and no technological potion can restore him. Now he is a train rushing to a cliff, and can only fall and cannot stop the pace of destruction. The reason why he used the "manipulation agent" developed by the Empire to save his life until now is to wait for you. General George and I agreed that before he dies, I will teach you a lesson."

"What do you want to do!" Wright seemed to have insight into Putsoff's meaning. He opened his arms to protect Bret behind him, staring at the "Odyssey Wolf" with a vigilant look.

"You know..." Putsoff stood up straight, took out the heavy and huge "Lone Wolf Series" with guns, which belongs to the "Lone Wolf Club", and put on bullets, and said in an admonishing tone:

"Ivant is unreliable. Since he injured Vladimisky in front of me, I decided that the 'Lone Wolf Club' would not merge with the Empire. Although he kept saying that he 'don't trust magic' and 'to focus on military', the most powerful subordinate I trusted the most, Ivan Ross, was handed over to John and Shamon for dirty experiments without hesitation."

"Even despite my knees and begging, he would turn the child into a 'wolf-treasure'. I know that you saved him in the front camp occupied by the Giant Church. I am very grateful to you, but after returning to the team, he still had nightmares from time to time, staring at the full moon in the middle of the night. The genes of the wolf in his body had not completely disappeared. The pain of being a wild beast had tormented him several times to understand his life."

"I'm sorry..." Wright sighed with his head down, supporting the ground stained with some mud with one hand, looking up at Putsoff, and blaming himself:

"He helped me overcome the 'giant alienation' body of 'Northy Vow', but I was forced to go to the castle of the Dark Night Church and could not stay with him all the time. If I were a little tough at the time, maybe he wouldn't be so painful."

"It's not your fault." Putsef wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and then said:

"If you want to blame, blame Evante. I know John is dead. There is news that Shamon also died in the underground castle of the Dark Night Church. Although I don't believe in 'faithfulness', I am sure it is their retribution. Of course, the 'slack wolf' once robbed the big guy Bret, forcing him to swallow the sequel monster and fight the cardinal. A few days ago, he also died in an area covered by howitzers and aerospace army artillery fire."

"It's ridiculous, Wright. They call themselves "site hunters" and always want to rob the Imperial officers in battle for money, or kill the lost people to receive bounties. They rely on the Empire to make money, but died at the hands of the Empire, which is a pity. Moreover, in the past few days of battle, the Empire used aluminum bombs, howitzers, combat aircraft, and airships, and almost exhausted the military industrial products accumulated by the Empire over the past decades. Even if the battle was won, it would still take four to five years to eliminate the "intentional people" without the Lost people, which was not worth it."

"I also heard that the guards, army and workers of several large cities that were unable to bear the oppression were planning an uprising against Ivant. I believe that in less than half a year, the empire would fall into a situation similar to the failure of the Dragon Celebration of the Fire Empire in the middle of the Third Age. If you do not accept the appointment of the Socra Committee, join the evolutionary army, and enter the 'park', where else can you live?"

Pusef asked a very realistic question.

Indeed, if you can accept the identity of the lost, Wright will be free wherever he goes, but he will always be chased by mankind and become an eternal enemy with mankind.

His red magic power and [Order] profession strength are now comparable to those of the Lost in the 5th-level pain level. They are not powerful and have no unique skills. When encountering the Lost in the higher-level level, monsters and huge monsters, he is still powerless.

Moreover, if the gods here cannot give him guidance and the "sorrow" of the world continues to overlap, even if he can ensure that he will not be crazy among various monsters in the order position and monsters, in the end, perhaps he will be forced to open the taboo of "swallowing the same kind".

From the current situation, once the Sun and Nirvana Empire is destroyed, the "order" built with great effort is on the verge of bankruptcy. A chaotic world, a chaotic era, and a turbulent situation, where can he go?

But in an instant, Wright thought of the ideals he had always adhered to, as well as the secrets hidden in his body such as the red magic source power, time travel, gray dream, and "Red Face Hayn".

After pondering for a long time, he looked up and looked at Putsef with his eyes that gradually became pure black, and said slowly and firmly:

"I think I will go to the north, Cruzd. I heard that it is not only the location of the 'Lord of Eternal Red', but also the power in my body, including the highly related kingdom of the [Order] profession. I promised a child that I would build a new era where regional and racial differences disappear, no one is ruled, no one is ruled, any race coexist peacefully, and orderly survival. I need the god's 'Daughter of Mechanism' to give me real guidance, not to use Him."

"Since that's the case..." Putsoff rubbed his pistol, swept over Wright with a disappointed look, turned his head to George and said:

"He has lost the possibility of advice. I think force will be the only way out. After all, it takes his strength to interpret the secret of the statue later and open the "forbidden gate" to enter the divine realm."

"I agree, but let's cut off his concern first. 'Go into battle lightly' and he will accept us more easily." George waved his head and waved his hand, and said with a gloomy face.

After nodding heavily, Putsef stepped forward and pushed Wright away, raised the "Lone Wolf Series" pistol, and pressed the muzzle hard on Brett's head, who was still in a dull state.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Chapter completed!