——Not bad, the number of tasks completed by the Wilgi people is actually above the median number of the Utopians.
Then are you willing to be a partner with the Welji people?
——In March, of course not.
…
This is a typical Wilgi joke.
When the onlookers who came over out of curiosity saw that there were a lot of Wilgis in [Gwen]'s team, they had a bad impression of the Mind Flayer Scribe Order. At the same time, they also had a bad impression.
The pessimistic thoughts came to mind and the inaudible whispers continued:
"Can these people really take down the Furman District?"
"Don't be embarrassed."
"If two more Wilgies die inside, we won't be able to withstand it..."
The most intimidating Wilgi is the dead Wilgi...
This sentence is not a strange statement, it is a fact!
Death is not the end in Utopia. With the help of various treacherous source abilities and spells, corpses will be resurrected into monsters. The monsters transformed from the corpses of the Wilgi people are particularly terrifying. The pool contains the so-called novice pairs.
Dad’s killer monsters: [Cat-headed Man] and [Clockwork Cat Monster]
The former is a level-A monster with extra sensitivity points.
The latter possesses the most noble "clockwork creation" attribute of Utopia. By the way, Gwen's mechanical heart has given him the noble clockwork creation attribute. The noble clockwork attribute allows them to have ultra-long standby time and ultra-lasting power.
The force output time, extremely noble bullet damage reduction and non-lightning damage reduction will also increase the agility of the data panel by nearly two points. In Utopia, everyone is equal, but some people want to be more equal.
Hearing these mutterings, Gwen couldn't hold back any longer.
He turned around and looked at those Wilgis.
I found these beautiful Wilgis with solemn expressions, holding the five-headed flail, the mind flayer's magical weapon... By the way, when I saw this magical weapon, Gwen couldn't hold back anymore. The little genius Curse Blade did it.
The mind flayer's source weapon is a five-headed flail... It is incredibly heavy, allowing the mind flayer to change from an agility type to a strength type. It is also specialized in fighting civil wars... The secret code ability users of the mind flayer cult are afraid of this weapon.
Brutal weapons.
Uniform clothing.
Sima face.
These three factors reveal the concept of "strong army" at every turn, making the onlookers at least less afraid to criticize them.
Gwen summoned the rabbit who was wearing a black robe and couldn't stop her beautiful figure.
The rabbit approached respectfully, and the two attendants next to them used battle flags to shield them.
Cursed Blade has many tricks up its sleeve, and this strict sense of ritual aggravates the awe of the audience who don't know the truth.
"call."
Rabbit's serious expression fell, and she complained in a low voice: "Curse Blade really likes to play this trick."
Gwen complained: "The Curse Blade family was the first family to be persuaded to join. This process must have been rehearsed many times."
"By the way, who found these professional Wilgies?"
"Me, me, me!" When asking for credit, the cat's tail, which had been drooping for many years, suddenly flicked up.
"You? Oh, how did you find such a professional warrior? A qualified soldier."
"They are not soldiers."
The rabbit snorted sheepishly: "Yes, he is an actor."
"..."
Gwen pursed her lips into a straight line: "You mean, their serious expressions are just fake?"
"That's right!"
"..."
Gwen felt a little dizzy and rubbed her temples:
"But how did they get into our association?"
"What I introduced you to, won't it come in handy now?"
"Indeed..."
Gwen couldn't deny the performance of these Welji people when they pretended to be powerful. Looking at this alone, they had full value.
He immediately scared away the onlookers and moved very quickly.
With a arrogant Sima-faced attitude, the Furman crew members pulled out the cordon and blocked the carriage.
The Furman District is a long and narrow carriage with tall fortresses on both sides. Small rooms stacked up inside like Lego, the plank roads in the sky form unstable residential passages, and rows of wooden boxes and containers form bridges.
The dark space was replaced by alternating blue and red lights. Even in the morning, the residents here were still hiding in their houses as if they were at night.
The moisture in the air suddenly rushed into the collar, and the unpleasant sticky heat felt like arms clawing at the skin.
A strange smell came.
The smell of dullness and death is spreading.
Seeing that the residents of Utopia did not dare to protest against the cordon set up at the entrance to the Feynman District, Gwen felt a kind of anger in her heart. Regarding the scum chopped off by the dragon flames, she asked, "Should I capture his soul?"
The idea of coming out to destroy the bones and spread the ashes.
Within the field of vision, water drops had begun to hang on the animal ears of Wilji and the Shad people.
The rabbit shuddered:
"It's really bad... I feel like if I stay here for just one day, I'll get rheumatism immediately."
Gwen summoned her own power, drove away the heat and humidity, and brought back the dryness.
Utopians are like animals. When the climate is suitable, they have incredible resilience and vitality. The sick Utopians in the room suddenly regained their vitality, curiously climbing on the wall or window to look down.
The smell of the damp, rotting graveyard in Furman was also purged.
The members of the Cleric Order were shocked by Gwen's power.
I plucked up the courage and started running into various areas, knocking on doors one by one, and going in to provide free basic treatment or disinfection services.
Gwen told them before she came.
"If we want to completely eradicate the ghost realm, we must ensure that basic sanitary conditions will not cause more deaths."
"After the previous bureaucrat's 'duty', the health indicators here have reached the red danger level. Everything has been corroded by the undead plague. We must thoroughly disinfect this place to avoid the spread of the plague..."
If these words said by Gwen were spoken in Stratholme, they would probably be shocking.
But this is a fellow villager’s account.
Long Yan can't do anything like setting fire to purify, but how do you say that?
In Gwen's opinion, rescue must be carried out here. God willing, his warmth source can remove moisture in this situation, improve the air, and also kill infectious bacteria that spread in the air. The formation of a ghost realm
, from a scientific point of view, it is a regional disease. Simply put, when the air is getting closer to death and decay, a large number of germs breed, which tortures the Utopians both psychologically and physically. When this
At this point, the source of energy will begin to develop towards despair, forming a ghostly and depressing feeling. Eventually, the fantasy will flow into reality, creating monsters and resurrecting corpses.
Gwen glanced at the sky.
This place is like the depths of a well, where sunlight can only be seen through a limited area. This structure makes this place seem extremely narrow and cramped. According to Gwen, it would be difficult not to be depressed after living here for a long time. Think about it.
It is almost impossible not to have mental problems.
He snapped his fingers, and lava-like energy surged down from both sides, engulfing and covering the ghostly and dark mass energy.
What happened in this illusory world did not attract the attention of the non-Yuanli messengers. The powerful Yuanli ability removed all the factors that affected the psychology.
Every soul trapped in the dark source of power was freed.
Gwen also gained some experience points in practical firearms skills, but he did not equip them with them. After all, he did not play with guns and had no intention of becoming an old Utopia and becoming a fellow countryman.
At the same time, Sparks and Rabbit, who were really doing the work, had found the entrance to the monster lair in the sewer. Among them, Rabbit screamed "meow, meow, meow, meow" and ran up. Fortunately, they had been cleared by this time, except for the local residents and teachers.
Everyone has seen this ugly behavior, and there is no danger of the information being leaked out!
Sparks ran up alertly.
Behind the two men were those monsters that were unwilling to attack in daylight, some skeletons, some zombies, and some dark ghosts.
Gwen stretched out her left hand and controlled the molten metal to rush downward.
Suddenly, the source power was transformed from illusion into reality. This method of turning virtual reality into reality consumed a large amount of Gwen's source power.
Fortunately, Gwen obtained a ritual spell called [Spirit Gathering Circle] through the Lord, which is also a 'battery' commonly used by witches. This spell is relatively new, and it is a witch that doesn't sound very good, 'Alesha Wellington.
'The electricity-charging trick invented, with the witch's ridiculous setting, and level 0 spells like the spirit gathering circle, how do you think about it!
But the food is the food, and it works pretty well!
Gwen has stored almost twice his own source power, and he only needs a brief movement of about six seconds to draw the source power from this storage array.
His lava power melted these demons and monsters in an instant, and pushed them downwards and forwards under the tyrannical impact, giving Gwen enough space to restore her source of power.
"The Bride of Flame Eyes."
Gwen summoned her second-stage source ability, and quickly purified her soul through the enhanced ability.
As expected, it is just the soul of an ordinary person.
The next step is just physical work.
Gwen jumped into the sewer and kept cleaning the nests one by one. Every time he cleaned one, the church members rushed forward to collect, disinfect, and repair.
Long Yan gave me a lot of money.
Therefore, Gwen and the others are also tasked with installing a water purifier here!
I didn't finish my work until the afternoon, and then I went back to prepare for next week's ritual dance, because there were still a hundred corpses waiting.
…
Gwen's behavior of cleaning up the ghost realm proved that "the mind flayer can indeed clean up the spirit body", which is a little more valuable.
If you can use source power to defeat the spirit body, don’t use military power!
Hiring Gwen once is much cheaper than fighting a spiritual war.
…
When Gwen returned to the main tower, she saw that a fortress and church were being built outside the main tower with the main tower as the main body.
The people who work on the construction site are all mole people from the Khasi tribe, the cat-claw servants of the cat lights. They are a race with genius construction skills and can use the witch's building materials.
Watching the block-like witch's building materials delicately change into various shapes, this is something Gwen can't do using the building interface - because the building styles recorded by the witch are rigid and are not allowed to be changed at will.
The basic form, and it seems, was castrated in Utopia.
[Tall buildings over 20 meters are not allowed to be built]
This resulted in the idea of turning the entire front end of the car into a castle and connecting the second carriage with it, which had to be shelved.
Follow the walkway back to the main tower.
Sitting in the lounge were Curblade and Laura.
The two of them were eating their afternoon dessert while watching an ancient TV series that had been recently excavated, a dramatic cartoon.
After Gwen came in, she shouted: "What is there to eat today?"
“Sweet pancakes and delicious honey barbecue.”
Honey barbecue is considered a dessert in Utopia because it is very sweet. But that’s okay. As a die-hard sweetie, Gwen can still withstand the sweetness.
"Give me a whole portion and I'll come back with some clothes on."
"Tell me later, after I settled this business at noon, what was Long Yan's reaction?"
Cursed Blade smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, it's all a good thing. He's happy."
Gwen felt happy, nodded and went up to change her clothes.
When he came down, Cursed Blade had someone prepare an afternoon tea dessert for him, as well as salt tea, which is considered a black technology in Utopia. It is a kind of tea made purely from bitter salt and tastes somewhat similar to green tea.
The two complement each other.
Coupled with the cartoons, it was a wonderful afternoon.
"It's rare to see you two together."
"I'm going to pay Long Yan, and I'm going to find two assistants for Hua Hua. That sentence is right, 'Don't test a Welji person with money.' As for her, she misses you."
The cursed blade gave out a blazing smile.
Laura, who was teased, waved her hand: "I've got what you want. Don't you want a device that can provide Yuanli dream training? I asked a few Yuanli craftsmen to help me and worked hard to knock out the thing.
It’s really strange. Why do you want this thing? Are you training in a dream?”
Since Laura has been forced to board the Sniper Cat... this train, Gwen was finally a little generous in giving the information:
"It was a deal with the head of the fellow branch of the Witchcraft Company. It was to try to make the weapons used by the mind flayers include more of their company's weapons, with certain operability, and the deposit was sent over. That day I
We drove with them…Laura, you’re not here, right?”
"It's that thing... I've heard about it, I heard Tomia say it."
It's you again, Mastodon!
Gwen cursed inwardly and looked at the curse blade.
Curse Blade teased him and said:
"There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"
"casual."
Gwen was determined not to be fooled by the Curse Blade.
"Long Yan is very happy on the surface, but his vigilance against you has increased a hundred points in his heart. What you did at noon, I saw some elite Rongrants among the applicants of our clerical sect in the afternoon."
"..."
Gwen rubbed her face and forced a smile: "So what's the good news?"
Cursed Blade was stunned, blinked, and made a series of expressions:
"...Well, there's, um, worse news."
"Because you can intervene in reincarnation, some immortals are ready to talk to you, or in other words, to talk to your brain or soul and confess their feelings."
"Of course, if you find joy in suffering, you can also comfort yourself by saying that [mechanical heart cannot make good food at all]."
