On July 2, 557, the New Yuan calendar, the Cruzed Federation, the Extreme Cold Special Zone, Area A (Old Scratch Area), the "Chaos Group" and "Comprehensive Learning" jointly camp, warehouse area, and the "A" factory underground.

"You're here?"

The low, hoarse, slightly trembling middle-aged man's voice echoed in the dim light, and the huge wet underground factory with a little pitiful light only penetrated from the top vent, as if responding to the subtle and dull "pa" footsteps.

The person who spoke was "Ice Blade". The battle with "Red Armor" three days ago caused heavy irreversible damage to his body. Although he had been first aided by the lost person who knew medical knowledge in the "Chaos Group", the excessive loss of the magic source power and the insertion of the "Ice Blue Bone Blade" into the heart still caused the leader of the "Chaos Group" tortured. He was seriously injured and had almost no ability to stand up.

But as long as the Federal Commission and the Lost Organization's two sides' exploration and struggle for "artificial lakes" and "deep ruins" are not over, there is a possibility of large-scale battles breaking out at any time.

Faced with the situation in the extreme cold zone where the smell of gunpowder is getting stronger, even if there is only one talking head left, the "Ice Blade" must personally advance all the planned progress.

When the footsteps finally stopped, "Ice Blade" pursed her white lips and smiled and looked up at the person who came.

"'Ice Blade'..." The person who came took the lead, and a teenager who pretended to be mature made a sound in his throat:

"I heard that 'Chirang' was dead and you were seriously injured. There was no way, so I could only come from the 'Sunset Stand' in the E-zone east. I have to say that the old people under your command are really good at driving skills. They are almost at the same speed as the federal plane, but they are still so stable. Look at me, there is no bump at all."

"That's good, Greb Dachris." "Ice Blade" nodded slightly, gasped for a few breaths, struggling to lean on the temporarily pulled handrail of the shabby sofa to support the weak and potentially fallen body as much as possible, and said:

"I guess in two weeks... Huh... the Federal Council will act on us. Either forcibly occupy our newly built tent camp near the 'man-made lake' or... it will start a war."

"If the war starts, 'Ice Blade'... leader, can you go ahead like this?" Greb asked with some distress.

Although, in the organization of the Lost, especially in the "Chaos Group", the senior leaders do not need to directly call "Chief" of "Ice Blade", but seeing the weak appearance of "Ice Blade", a dangerous "emotion" in Greb's heart, which expresses respect in the title.

After a few seconds of silence, seeing that "Ice Blade" did not answer the question, Grebsol sat barefoot and cross-legged on the cold concrete floor, looking up at "Ice Blade".

The light illuminated from the outside at this moment just shone on his childish, white, delicate, bright and clear face, and it happened to let the darkness like a great dark thing condensed in the depths of the universe completely "swallow" the other half of the face that belonged to the old days, with the eyes and tentacles pattern superimposed on it.

Greb, who rushed over this time, did not wear the black Guputo magic robe that seemed deliberately in the battle with "Feng Mine", because his power as an old god had not been fully restored, and he was also annoyed by the words of "Future", so that he now felt a little fear of them.

After all, the power of the old gods can instantly age and corrode the machinery, turning into a worn metal skeleton, and also make the user's body decay and die.

He simply chose a white "old imperial combat clothing". He made of polyester, with cotton inside and tightly bound hands and feet, which was very convenient for the wearer to move. At the same time, the clothes had rare plastic protective gear on the joints of the body, and a set of hard bulletproof vest was "embedded" on the chest and back.

Looking up and down at Greb's "Ice Blade" seemed to be feeling the technological content of this "old imperial combat costume". After all, many of the seemingly splendid inventions of the old empire were either flashy or just stuck to concepts. Otherwise, Vasily would have been able to form a powerful technology team and capture all the lost ones in one place.

After slapping the dust falling on the white clothes, Greb showed a rare innocent smile that belonged to the child. Then he lowered his head halfway and asked "Ice Blade":

"How long can you last, or, in other words, what step can you hold on?"

For "Ice Blade", this question is quite sharp, but also very pragmatic. If the subordinates asked the leader similar questions in the era of the old empire, it would be a sign of rebellion. However, "Ice Blade" who knew his physical condition would still answer truthfully:

"I... never thought that 'Chirang' was a member of the Federal Council, and I never paid attention to the [Guardian] breath on him. He was so hidden that when I realized that I wanted to duel with him... when the duel solved the problem, I was already in a passive state.

"You also know that the 'guard' sequence group is only a line away from the 'chaotic' sequence group, but it is two clearly distinguished and completely hostile parts of the scores 'good' and 'chaotic'. Even if our order may be close, my power is naturally suppressed. Greb... You also know that in the eyes of God, justice is far more convenient than evil."

"So the old guy in 'Red Armor' beat you like this? His magic source power is earth-type, and at most it will cause your bones to be broken. But I can clearly feel the remains of ice and snow in your heart. Leader, I am also a user of the dark magic source power." Greb moved forward and said curiously.

"It's me, this is the arrangement of the goddess of destiny, and it is the ruthless rotation of the wheel of destiny." "Ice Blade" looked up at the dim light that had penetrated into the outside world, and sighed:

"In the fierce battle, in order to resist the earth-based magic power of the 'Red Armor', my own 'Ice Blue Bone Blade' was inserted into my own heart. You also know that although the heart of the Lost and the 'Bone Blade' are both blue, our heart is a mechanical one, and what supports it to operate is the 'burning fluid' that manifests as a blue flame state.

"The blue in the 'Ice Blue Bone Blade' condenses dark and frozen forces. If these forces overflow, they will constantly absorb heat until the temperature of the two are the same. The dark magic source power is born to conflict with the 'burning liquid', and the powers of the two will purify each other, expel and collide with each other. Once they really merge together, they will fight endlessly in my body until one side completely disappears."

"So now, leader, you... are losing your balance?" Greb asked.

"That's right. If you want to ensure survival, the power of darkness will be completely swallowed. If you want to ensure strength, the heart will be destroyed and become scrap copper and iron. No matter which force stands above the wind, I will die." "Ice Blade" explained:

"Even a sequel monster like the "Core of Darkness" poured into me the power of darkness, it would not be possible to reverse the process. Just like this wasteland world, once the unbalanced Pandora's box is opened, unless one side is completely destroyed, disaster will continue.

"Greb, I am actually very clear about my body. After so many years of contact with extraordinary things and 'unintentional people', my body has long been 'ripped with holes'. Even though the characteristics of the lost person prolong my life and the continuous improvement of the magic power can reshape my body, when time passes for decades, I will fall into long physical and mental pain. Those lost people who have lived in the world for a long time either turn themselves into madmen or endure it forcibly."

"So... leader, what are you going to do now?" Greb asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Done what I can do." "Ice Blade"'s eyes suddenly became firm and sharp, and replied:

"I have to persist until the road leading to the "remnant of suffering" is found. The "Pramini Axe" is mature and the true rebirth of "Atto". Only when the road is found can our people enter there continuously until they enter the "bottom bottom", and the rich "sorrow" condensed there will be absorbed by the mature version of "Pramini Axe" and lose its harm. In this way, we can retrieve the chip, put it into Alto's brain, and find the last "evolution platform" located at the easternmost point. Greb, I hope that in the future you can destroy that "evolution platform" with your own hands... and... terrible, the "mind control platform" that can control people's hearts to avoid real crises... and disasters."

"That's natural." Greb replied with a bitter smile:

"I will do this without the instructions of the leader. But... Since you mentioned 'death', then I would like to ask more, who will take over your position after the 'deep ruins' operation? Of course, I have been recognized by the sequential cards. It is not the sequential group, so I am naturally not qualified. So, who do you want to be?"

"Of course it's not you and me, nor are you other leaders. You are not [the insurgent]. Of course, I have been training Loka for several years. Although he is not old, being able to pierce the heart of the 'Red Armor' with his own hands means he is mature enough. But he still has no possibility of gaining the recognition of the 'Chao' sequence group." "Ice Blade" analyzed:

"Perhaps, the future of our 'chaotic group' will really be like the prophecy that 'Thunder Page' once received in divination."

"What prophecy?"

"That future leader will be the 'chaotic person who lives outside the order, the ice holder who approaches the flame, the collapser who is awake, the lonely person who is surrounded by countless humans, the human beings who yearn for freedom.'" "Ice Blade" replied.

After that, after resting for a while, feeling a little bit of strength recovered. He supported himself to get up from the shabby sofa, "pulled up" Greb and said:
Chapter completed!