"Why, don't you think about begging Kyle to save you?" Wurien said sarcastically.

The goblin in white coat pushed the mirror frame and a slightly distorted smile appeared on his face: "No, I just suddenly realized that I had made a stupid and ineffective move just now, and instead ignored the most important point.

Wrien, I thought you were on our side, but now it seems that even you will be blinded by the power of the chosen ones, and you are not a suitable candidate."

"Oh, yes!" Urien's anger was not gone, his face was full of ferociousness, "Yes, I was scared. When I faced the chosen one, I knew that I had no power to resist Him again.

But so what? Kyle is different. He is strong enough. He hasn't reached the limit yet, and he has never seen that guy. He has a better chance of living than any of you.

I originally thought that his escaped thinking would weaken his courage to fight, but now it seems that this is a good thing. He can at least think calmly now, rather than being swept by the fanatical atmosphere of war and losing his calmness as a decision maker."

"So you want to stop me?" The goblin in white coat spread his hands.

"No, I'm a soldier, but I think if you ask me to enlighten that kid, I'm sorry, it will backfire."

Hearing Wrien's words, the goblin in white coat smiled: "As long as you don't stop it, that's enough."

It was night, and twilight came, and everything was quiet.

Kyle, who had vented his anger from the coast, dragged his heavy steps into the base.

When passing by the alley at the entrance of Wandong City, his footsteps paused and turned toward the silent alley.

In the darkness, he met a pair of lost eyes again.

"Didn't I tell you, would it be safer at home?" Kyle's eyes were slightly chilled.

The human girl Mira, who was leaning against the trash can, subconsciously trembled, buried her head and said, "There is no home."

“…”

"He~he doesn't want me anymore." The little girl, whose emotions calmed down a little, was silent for a moment, and her voice was slightly deformed due to choking.

Kyle smelled a strange smell on his nose, and his eyes became deeper: "No, the children who are still alive have been loved by others."

"West, I didn't see my dad in the car I came back from the West Coast." The little girl tried hard to blow her nose, but her eyes were still red and swollen.

Kyle was stunned for a moment, his head turned slightly white, and in a trance remembered the dull conference room, someone said, "Two days ago, there were many brothers dead on the West Coast", and the few returning convoys.

He felt his words pale for a moment, so he shook his head and said, "He may want to save the world. If you cry, he will not be able to protect everyone with peace of mind."

"He's dead!"

"...Yes, he's dead." Kyle's voice became deeper and deeper, "It was the "god" that killed him. Remember this word, it was the monster that brought the end of the world and took away your father."

"Strange thing?"

Kyle's eyes were a little cold, and his thin eyelashes were hanging down: "Yes, monsters. They like to occupy the brains of cowards, so that they will never think of anything except waving their tails to beg for mercy on themselves.

Sometimes they will give it hope like a full cat playing with a mouse, and slowly take away its life."

Mira's eyes became even more fearful and she said in disbelief: "Why ~ Why are they so cruel?"

"Because that is their way of living, in order to gain strength, they will inject poison called faith into living objects, allowing them to spread throughout their bodies and into the depths of their brains."

Kyle recalls the research results of a necromancer who was surrounded and killed by the chosen ones in his previous life because of blasphemy.

Kyle's pronunciation was very clear and murmured: "After the gods rely on them, the 'poison' called the power of faith will be manifested and spread throughout the body.

In less than 24 hours, the power of faith will use the human body as its nest and hatch a more aggressive special force, "divine power".

After the birth of divine power, the special power released will replace most blood vessel walls of the human body, take root in the body, form special hormones that replace endothelial cells, and further liberate the power of our body. In this process, the body happiness caused by the spread of divine power will make the God-selected person become a captive of happiness without hesitation.

They call this a fusion with God, and it is a proof that God's chosen ones go beyond their own limits.

However, the addictive nature of divine power is too strong, so the chosen one will lose his judgment of pain, sink into it, and become the toy of the gods who have recovered from his body, and be at his mercy.

What awaits them is to stop breathing in the suffocating phantom pain and spreading happiness, and turn into walking dead manipulated by gods, so you understand….”

Kyle squatted down, gently held up the girl's face, looked at her eyes that were already flooded with tears, and said lightly:

"So you understand? This is the gods, and the happiness of hallucinations distorts the truth, deprives human intelligence and creates the living undead, which ultimately comes to eat people. Hate them, because they, your father will never come back."

Mira's eyes were a little confused, obviously unable to understand.

Isn’t hallucinating happiness also happiness? At least there is still a chance to meet your parents in your dreams.

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it." Kyle let go of her hand holding her cheek and slowly rubbed her hair, "So, don't cry, I'll tell you a story."

Mira lowered her head and shook her head as if she was a little resistant, but Kyle's voice became deeper and deeper: "If you are the dazzling paladin in the sacred temple, you have sworn to God that you will protect the innocent and weak and kill the demons and evil spirits.

One day, on the way to exorcism, you meet a nobleman preparing to steal a girl. During the entanglement, the girl's hat accidentally fell off, revealing the horns on her head. You know that she is the demon you want to kill.

But she was very clean and had no bloody smell, and she should have not hurt anyone. If she were human, you would save her without hesitation.

But she is a demon, and your identity has made you worry. You hesitate, not knowing if you want to save her and leave.

But you have solemnly sworn before God to protect the weak and make an oath that is incompatible with the demons."

The confusion in the girl's pupils reflected Kyle's pale but increasingly firm face.

His eyes were full of fatigue, but the heavy words were constantly elevating: "Most demons will do evil. Do you think you choose to turn a blind eye or turn your oath and shout out the words with the flame of hatred-

God, please forgive me!"

The little girl was silent for a long time, her eyes gradually brightened. A hoarse cry came from her tender throat, as if she was asking for help: "Will the knight come to protect the Demon Miss?"

"No, he still abides by his oath."

"Then why did he repent?"

"Because he will protect the Demon Miss from the nobles, and then... the nobles and her are killed by him."

"Is Miss Demon going to die after all?"

"Yes, but the Paladin will be gentle."

"is that so?"

"So..." Kyle's eyes seemed to be swallowed by the abyss, and his fingertips slid down her torn clothes, with a deep sadness in his eyes, "God, please forgive me!"

Glutty Slime Queen, Ester, Awakening.

The slime solution flashed with fingertips swallowed Mira's body.

Kyle watched her struggle in the solution of plundering life, and the burning smoke rolled up the stinking smell of corpse.

She staggered to the ground, and the sugar-water yellow peach packaging that she had thrown on the ground was swallowed by Ester with her.

A non-human roar sounded, and the rotten arthropods of the undead who pierced the skin from behind, were crushed into a ball of paste by Ester before they could break out.

She struggled toward Kyle in the turbid solution, her lips opening and closing, and Kyle could no longer hear it.

His body was straightened and said gently: "It will be very soon, at least I will let you die as a human."

A roar of evil wind came from the dark alley.

[Liuxin's Certificate], open all your efforts!

Boom ~

The collapsed stone wall, the scattered flesh and blood, and the burning blood flames of Miran's withered life slowly disappeared, and Kyle's face was numb.

Mira had long been dead, and what was alive was just a container that was about to hatch the dead.

"Tsk, first Grandpa White, then these little girls... these coalition forces from various countries insist on letting me stand opposite them?"

Kyle's voice was a little impatient.

The rain in Wandong City cannot cover up the malice.

Kyle believed that there was a child named Mira. Her father fought bravely on the front line in order to protect the child and eventually collapsed in dusk on the west coast.

So, he at least hopes that the child can die as a human being, rather than being killed by himself as an enemy.

"Those undead..." Kyle took a deep breath, "Have you hid in the water again and tried to create a new undead?"

At this time, the communicator's "Didi~" prompt sound rang.

"Didi~"

The communicator prompt sounded, Kyle looked at the girl who was almost swallowed up, and took a complicated look at the communicator:

[A message: Captain Kyle, Wandong City Institute sincerely invites you to watch. If you are still persistent in the future of the Goblin Empire, or rather, persist in the future you want to protect, please believe that we are always moving towards a common goal]

Kyle glanced at it, and sneered for a long time.

What a joke, do you want me to go?

…Ten minutes later…

The Wandong City Institute welcomed an uninvited guest.

"Welcome, Captain Kyle." Dr. Osborne, who had a sand cloth on his face, was a little confused. "I hope you can get the results you want here today."

"I've read the message you sent." Kyle walked steadily in front of the goblin in white coat, and his sharp eyes made Osborn smile embarrassedly.

Although I was a few years older than this inhuman captain, I always felt a sense of uneasiness from the bottom of my heart when facing him.

Damn it, I should have come to him lightly, raised my head and said to him, "It is your lifelong honor to get my invention." Which step was wrong and would it turn out like this?

"Since you read the message, we must have reached a consensus on this."

Kyle stopped and looked at Dr. Osborn indifferently: "It's not a consensus, it's just forgot it."
To be continued...