Whoosh!

The sound of the dagger cutting through the air slashed through Dark's ears.

Loka's attack just now was taken back by his right leg, and he cleverly avoided the posture of bent his knees on his back.

Dak, who had reacted, chose to raise his gun and shoot. He knew that at such a short distance, the gun was much easier to use than the magic power.

The gun is fast outside of seven steps, and the gun is fast and accurate within seven steps!

bump!

bump!

Taking advantage of the opportunity to roll back twice, Dark half-squatted and raised his gun, and shot quickly towards Loka's head and heart.

After all, the enemy he faced was the Lost, with strong agility, and he vaguely realized that Loka's magic source order had reached at least the fifth level: pain, or even higher.

Waving the bone-made dagger, Loka easily bounced off the bullet, causing it to deviate from its predetermined trajectory. One hit the withered and dark trunk, and wiped out bright Mars; the other fell into the nearby snow that was almost waist-deep, flooding it, and disappeared.

"You are really strong, Mr. Dark." Loka showed a half-provocative and half-admired smile, stretched out his scarlet tongue, accompanied by the warm white air that evaporated, and licked the bone-made dagger:

"This gift is very special. He needs you to "open your heart" to accept it. Brother Ice Blade said, haven't you always wanted to enter that foggy field and look for traces of 'Pramini'?"

"Even so, you can't attack! Now I can't tell your position for a while, Loka. Are you an enemy or a friend?" Dark stood up and said in confusion.

"You humans are really annoying. The enemy and friends naturally depend on your needs. If they are worthless, they will naturally be regarded as enemies, eliminated and thrown into the garbage dump incinerator. If they are friends, you wish you could kneel on your knees and hold our thighs... and pray for cooperation." Loka said with disdain and contempt:

"Mr. Dark, after all, you will soon realize this 'precious' gift I handed you over to you, haha."

Dark stared at Loka's smile and felt the coldness that penetrated his bones, just like walking in the snowy wasteland in a simple linen shirt.

Immediately afterwards, he found that the space around him began to twist slightly, and the originally pitch-black trees were gradually dyed with a layer of extremely difficult-to-know dark red. The straight trunks began to bend, gradually becoming like an old man in his twilight years.

Wuming, silent fear was imposed between his consciousness, his legs felt bound by ice and could not move at all, as if they were being imposed the curse of the terrifying ancient god from the ancient, dark and dark deep sea.

His body trembled helplessly, and his whole body's strength seemed to be pulled away, shaking, almost unsteady.

Then, his right hand felt paralyzed and lost his sense of touch. A dull sound passed by, and his gun smashed straight into the snow.

He supported the consciousness wrapped in sleepy and hangover, and barely raised his head. His mechanical blue eyes were staring at him very close, his dry lips opened and closed, his scarlet tongue hidden in it. After the cold laughter, he heard Loka's tender, gentle, and demonic voice:

"Do you know the 'deception' in the sequential cards? No need to answer, I know you are listening. 'Deception' means 'the evil dragon with salivation at the corner of his mouth sets up a bait with gold, and the greedy person stares at the hooker.' I am the profession of [the fraudster], and I can induce your thinking to a limited extent and affect your body."

"I know you are also very strong. You are not an upper-class professional and cannot escape the shackles of 'deception'. But it is enough to limit you here for such a little time. Now, Mr. Dark, accept your gift."

A devilishly hummed crossed Dark's ears, and in the last second when he lost consciousness, a heart-wrenching pain poured into his mind.

He saw Loka holding a bone dagger in both hands and penetrated it straight into his heart!

...

...

...

"Are you looking for the blessing of 'Plamini'?"

"Are you exploring the truth about the miserables?"

"You want to be the supreme being, right?"

"Are you willing to accept desire?"

The bizarre nightmare was as gloomy as the strange whispers gradually ended. The biting pain from the heart to the whole body pulled Dark out of the half-illusioned and half-awakened "dark world", making him scream and leave his dream.

"Brother Dak, are you awake?" Wolfya's anxious tone came into his ears.

When the sight gradually faded away from a gray fog, everything around him quickly became noisy from the silence.

"I...where am I?" Dark struggled to get up and asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's still inside the 'North Advance' train," said Wolfya, beside him, lifting up his sleeves and looking at the Federal Military Warfare Watch he carried with him.

Through the cracked glass lid, looking at the direction of the hour and minute hands pointing, Wolfya made a slight estimate and continued to say in a thick voice:

"There are about two hours left. We will enter our capital, Binglin City, around twelve o'clock in the evening. Speaking of Dak, who did you meet in the pursuit just now?"

"Who... seems to be a lost person, a child, right?" Dark said, slapping his confused head slightly. The things he had just experienced became a little blurred in his head, as if he was covered with a layer of gauze. He tried hard to recall, but he could only remember a few words that could not be pieced together.

"The Lost Child." Wolfya sighed lightly, "That's really pitiful. For so many years, since the promulgation of the Successor Protection Ordinance, the Federation has been trying to protect our human children from the "unintentional virus" and the lost. For at least thirty years, our children have not been infected. If he is really a child, he is either a semi-lost born to humans and the lost, or a poor person who has been forced to take the label of "lost" from birth."

"Wolfya." Dark showed a hint of anger on his face, and he blamed in a gentle tone:

"As a friend, I think you should pay attention to my physical condition, but I was attacked and transported."

"Hahaha." Wolfya laughed, and reached out to take off the coat covering Dark, and joked in a playful tone:

"I don't think you have anything to do. If you don't believe me, you can get up and take two steps, and you can take two steps without illness."

"Hmph." Dak's anger made him jump up from the military green bed of the "medical room" temporarily renovated at the rear of the train. As expected, as Wolfya said, his physical function was normal. If he looked carefully and touched, there were no obvious wounds on his body except for some small scratches.

He walked back and forth, silently surging the magic power of the water source in his body. Dake seemed to have no inconsistency or something was wrong.

But……

Dark thought:

"I still vaguely remember that before I fell down, the blond boy lost man inserted a bone dagger into his heart! And he also said... words like 'accept gift'. However, there was no external trauma, nor any signs of internal organ damage, and it was normal to fluctuate the magic source power. It seems... if you want to find out whether your body is in trouble, you have to go to the hospital in the capital."

Thinking of this, Dak simply stopped worrying and instead sat back on the bed, facing Wolfya, and said with concern:

"The accident just now should have been dealt with, right?"

"Well, it's pretty good. Those guys who manage the trains are not good at fighting, and there's nothing to say about their work. After we killed all the "unintentional people", they rushed over quickly. After all, they didn't have the fighting equipment, and there were a lot of props to repair. After cleaning up the "unintentional people", the railway tracks were repaired in less than fifteen minutes." Wolfya looked at Dark in disbelief and said kindly "mocking":

"I said Dark, did your fainting hurt your mind? You and I are on the train now. Listen, it is running, and you can guess that the accident has been handled perfectly."

"That's right," Dake smiled embarrassedly:

"I vaguely remember that the child of the lost had the ability to 'tempt', which controlled me, but did not cause me substantial harm. By the way, have you met the child when you found me?"

"No," Wolfya shook his head and said:

"Walking in the snow and ice, I am not as experienced as you. When I tried a lot of effort to catch up with you, the lost person you mentioned had long disappeared. When I walked forward, I saw you lying on your back on the ground, your chest was cut a little. Besides... there was a lot of ice around. It seemed that you were fighting with the magic power."

"Maybe... is it. I feel my head is in chaos now, and I have to rest after going back. I guess it may be that his 'temptation' ability has caused damage to my memory. I am afraid that he will hurt my brain and leave sequelae, which will be troublesome." Dake said with some worries.

"Don't worry," Wolfya said, suddenly hugging Dak's shoulder and pretending to be gentle:

"Even if your brain is damaged and becomes a fool, I will try my best to protect you. After all, I promised Him, the messenger hidden in the dark night long ago."

"Emporter? Who is it?" Dark said curiously.

"This is a secret," said Wolfya, patting Dak's shoulder twice.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a foil of iron box with a blurred surface and a metal texture from the guard's white tone and blue foiled top pocket, and took out a white cigarette roll from it.

Then, he found a box of matches from his pants pocket, took one out of it, slid and ignited it, and brought the twisted, elf-like flame closer to the cigarette roll, whispered a deep mouthful, and slowly exhaled a burning smoke.

"Dak. Thirty years ago, the cigarette rolls produced in our factory were mainly in the intra-rolled flowers. The 'Sun Intra-rolled flowers' are mainly for those [warriors] who often deal with extraordinary affairs and receive special tasks, such as you, to avoid mental breakdowns. The 'High Intra-rolled flowers' are mainly for us who fight on the front line, boosting our spiritual strength, keeping us awake at all times and dealing with the attacks of "unintentional people" that come at any time. Is such a good thing not needed now, and is it a gentler 'mixed night fragrance plant'?"

"I never touch those things, how could I know?" Dark waved his hand.

"Because of the Sunnese Empire in the south." Wolfya said regretfully:

"The Federation believes that their decline is fundamentally due to the abuse of 'involved flowers'. Under the influence of long-term drug properties, everyone has more or less mental problems. Countless small problems gathered, which eventually led to their continuous defeat in one or two years and was unable to reconstruct the order."

"However, this statement is ridiculous. The decline of the Sunny Empire is ultimately desire and greed. I remember you told me that these two emotions will lead to 'sorrow', which will lead things to uncontrollable negative directions, and ultimately lead to disaster, right?"

"Yes." Dark nodded.

Then, he seemed to think of something, and subconsciously got up, walked towards the train window, and looked out casually.

The dark and dull aura still symbolizes the era of depression, fear, and pain. The endless ice and snow stained by darkness seem to slowly fade away.

The tall buildings belonging to humans not far away have begun to appear, and the dense forests with crowded branches have long disappeared. The wild beasts hiding in it dare not make any sound, because the lights belonging to humans have begun to "spread" between the seemingly endless smell of steel and cement.
Chapter completed!