"Brett, close the window!" Moros shouted, and he also saw the dark green rocket launcher!
The dark magic power that was constantly surging in his body detected the existence of another basic type of magic power that belonged to fire.
In a hurry, Moros ignored the fact that there was still a black ball of light called "Dark Words" composed of magic power in his ears, and quickly closed the windows on both sides of the car, taking the opportunity to turn the car in the passenger seat that Brett could not take care of for a while.
The windows are closed together.
"Speed up! Hurry up! Just get to the village gathering area. If nothing else happens, you can see the steel bridge by driving a little further. Didn't you say you had a Class A driver's license when you were in the garage just now?
?"
"Of course, I have tried all types of mechanical combat vehicles, including pickup trucks, jeeps, classic cars, and even airplanes. You'd better help me predict the attack direction of those vehicles. I only have limited energy.
"Brett yelled in the noisy mechanical chariot space.
Immediately afterwards, he changed the gear of the mechanical car and stepped on the accelerator with his right foot.
The pointer on the instrument panel that displays the vehicle speed instantly slides to the right.
From the initial 80 kilometers per hour, it suddenly increased to 120 kilometers per hour.
Slightly away from the three black military jeeps behind him, Moros heard the less obvious dialect of the northern district of the Zine Empire through the "Dark Language" that was still "worn" in his ears and still "running".
A special curse.
"The First Clan"
Brett also looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the rocket launcher that had just stuck out from the car window had disappeared.
"These people are like ice boars next to the lava. Apart from running around and being burned, they only humblely pray that the ice melts slower." Moros synchronized the words he heard in "The Word of Darkness".
"What?" Brett asked confused.
"I heard a Northern District dialect, which is almost the same as what was spread around the old capitals of Zhinetsk and Memeli. Judging from the accents and identities, these people are probably related to the non-staff personnel just now.
Brett, we may have gotten into trouble. Now I can be 100% sure that that woman is related to Silent Heights. It seems that someone is targeting her. In other words, they want to get back what originally belongs to them." Moros analyzed.
road.
"Damn it! You should have dragged Laite away just now, just pretend you didn't see this." Moros cursed gloomily, then made a fist with his right hand and punched it hard on the soft and elastic leather seat.
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"It's useless to complain now. We can only get rid of them first. Moros, take your gun and prepare to fight if you are forced to stop. It's almost three o'clock now. I don't think that kid Miyu has any
Fighting energy. Laite, too, has not had a good rest these days. If the situation is urgent, we must fight on their behalf, which is also what the Socra Committee expects." Brett communicated with Moros through "Dark Words"
.
"Yes, you are right Brett." Moros also responded through "Dark Words":
"If we want to stop the 'Blood Night Ritual', we must contact the gods first. But the premise of all this is to obey the orders of the Socra Committee and ensure our own safety."
Moros immediately calmed down, reached out to fumble for the "Federation-01" pistol at his waist, and his eyes suddenly became cautious.
"Brett." Moros triggered "Dark Words" again and said:
"Actually, my opinion has not changed. Even if I are asked to go to the lake in the center of the city ruins and come into contact with the sequence monster that may lead to another world, I cannot let Laite come into contact with it. The one that exists in the other world
The 'Crest of Tomorrow' is one of the three 'keys' that can completely unlock the realm of the Goddess of Tools. It is also a coat of arms that the Socra Committee has not yet mastered, but its location is clearly known. And it suddenly occurred to me that Bray
special."
"What?" Brett's rich voice came clearly to Moros's ears again.
"There may only be one or two convoys crossing the Donusk ruins, including us. If this 'Emblem of Tomorrow' is the decisive factor in opening the Divine Realm, the committee will not focus all its energy on the Silent Highlands.
I think that only two of the three coats of arms may be needed to achieve contact with the gods. Perhaps the missing one or two can be made up for in other ways." Moros analyzed.
"But no matter what, we have accepted the order, and the committee's request is to get as much as possible, and they paid a big price. This time they provided a lot of rewards, almost 200,000 New Zealand dollars. As long as we get this money,
We can purchase some vehicles and weapons and head to the Crusted Federation through Imperial Province. The empire’s decision-making over the years can be said to have failed one after another. The war to encircle and suppress the Lost in the Silent Highlands will inevitably end in failure, Moros
." Brett said.
"Yes, Crown Prince Yin Fante didn't know the current situation of the empire at all, so he blindly started to act. One hundred thousand people, huh, one hundred thousand people is the entire standing force that the empire can currently handle, and there are tens of thousands of lost ones. Even so.
It's a one-on-one fight between imperial soldiers. In the best case scenario, both sides will suffer losses. Moreover, the situation in the city of Socra is unstable, and unintentional people are also attacking important stronghold cities of the empire from time to time. This wishful gambling by the crown prince will inevitably bring disaster. You
You're right, Brett, I agreed with your conclusion infinitely when I was in Chekavsk. As long as this mission is completed, and we contact the gods first, and let the Socra Committee give up on activating 'Laleye's Dream'
, we will take the 200,000 new coins exchanged for the coat of arms, go to Zhnetsk to buy equipment, and then bring Te and this lost child Miyu to escape from here together." Moros said longingly.
Looking at the three black military jeeps that had spread a lot of distance behind him and gradually moved away, Brett breathed a sigh of relief and responded:
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Yes. Many of the territories of the Crusted Federation are in the ice field. There are relatively few unintentional people and there are not many lost people. We can find a suitable
We can live in the city and live a normal life. Even if the situation changes, we can still go east along the "Great Railway" to the Flame Federation. I heard that this country that has been cut off from us for more than a hundred years has been eliminated.
There are half a country of careless people, there is a real paradise 'Pure Land'."
"In this case, you will have to learn those puzzling and brain-racking hieroglyphs. After the demise of the Central Empire and the 'Ella Civilization', no one in the Western Continent has tried to use hieroglyphics. They are still the only ones who insist on it.
The country is in the wasteland, in a world without any hope." Moros sighed with emotion.
He stared at the road filled with yellow sand and gravel, as well as the steel buildings that could be seen at the end of his field of vision. His slightly sunken eyes actually began to glow slightly, and he felt that a raging fire was burning in his brain.
The flame named "Hope" is rekindling the human emotion that was almost wiped out by the war.
Sudden……
boom!
A huge roar reached the ears of several people.
With a trembling sound, the mechanical chariot controlled by Brett also jolted violently for a while.
Immediately afterwards, Brett and Moros saw a truly blazing red and yellow flame.
Like a lion with its huge mouth open, it swallowed Brett's brand new mechanical chariot completely in an instant.
The burning sensation and fierce "rumbling" sound caused by the flame lasted for almost four to five seconds before completely subsided.
But some of the tiny, moving flames still stayed on the ground near the mechanical chariot.
"Sit tight!" Brett yelled, exhausting the air in his chest.
He stepped on the accelerator hard, increasing the speed of the mechanical chariot to the extreme.
Fortunately, most of the roads leading to Donusk are straight and flat Gobi land without any obstacles. Brett's acceleration behavior actually bought them enough space to pull.
Empire-standard mechanical chariots are produced in accordance with the Empire's "Execution Standards for Military Materials", and most are fireproof, waterproof, and even capable of defending against various types of magic power commonly used by the Lost.
Brett's mechanical chariot, which has undergone limited modifications to its core and extensively modified its appearance, is no exception.
After being "engulfed" by the inexplicable flames just now, he was still able to control the chariot forward with ease, and the vehicle's speed, appearance, and even internal facilities did not suffer too many blows.
"I felt the magic power in the attack just now. The flames seemed to be not only the product of rockets, but also the breath of magic power. They may be 'ruin hunters', and they may have the Lost One!" Moros said anxiously
Analysis:
"Brett, we must get rid of them, otherwise we will be in danger when the next one attacks us!"
"I'll try my best!" Brett promised.
He saw through the rearview mirror that was stained with smoke that the three black jeeps behind him accelerated and approached the direction of their vehicle.
But the speed of the mechanical chariot has been increased by him to the limit, and he can only silently pray in his heart that the expected village settlement will appear ahead.
He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.
He was still the tall knight in silver-white armor. Although he was riding a war horse on the battlefield, the three-meter-long sword in his hand had been torn in half.
He held the broken sword and his body with scarlet blood flowing, abandoned the glory that belonged to the knight, pulled the reins, and fled towards a mountain depression.
After waking up from his brief fantasy, Brett immediately whispered silently and prayed in his heart:
"Guardian of the eternal night, creator of the core of hope, guardian against the scorching heat, guide to the lost leader. Lord of the dark night, the god of sequence 2, I pray to you in my heart."
"Give me speed, grant me hope, let me see the settlements and escape the current danger."
I don't know if his prayers moved the legendary god "Lord of the Night", or if the mechanical chariot was modified and its performance was slightly improved.
In short, after regaining distance from the three black jeeps behind him, the huge steel bridge finally appeared in front of Brett's eyes.
As the mechanical chariot moved forward, Brett was gradually able to observe the overall view of the bridge.
It is almost five to six hundred meters long, lying on a low-lying, mostly dry, exposed river bed.
Like a dying giant, under the scorching sun, its broken body did not reflect even a single ray of light.
He has two pillars that are inserted straight into the river bed, made of steel, and some unbroken ropes are pulled out from the top to support the stable structure of the bridge.
His jet-black "body" also has some rust-specific dark red and intertwined emerald green.
Looking not far away, the bridge has been covered with many plants such as vines and moss. Moistened by limited water sources, those plants are struggling and growing, seeming to completely swallow up any trace of human activities.
trace.
Just as the mechanical chariot driven by Brett and Qiao Lie were getting closer and closer, and they were less than a hundred meters away from stepping onto the dilapidated bridge passage that did not seem to be collapsing, there was another explosion behind them.
The explosion this time was less terrifying in sound than before, but it was mixed with a strong blast of wind.
"Whoosh!"
Through the rear glass of the mechanical chariot, Moros actually saw a flaming "metal object" attacking their chariot in a parabolic trajectory!
"Rockets! Brett, it's a physical attack!" Moros roared.
However, because the mechanical chariot is too fast, Brett needs to slow down first and then make a violent turn.
But just in this second delay, the rocket hit the rear tire of the tank without any bias, causing serious damage to important parts that were not protected by metal materials.
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After the tires were damaged, the mechanical chariot controlled by Brett finally stopped.
"Brett, pick up your weapon quickly. If they catch up, we will just wait to die in the car. Why not fight them! My magic power can still be used in combat, although it has not been formally used in more than ten years.
I have used it, but I can be somewhat effective against them." Moros said, his hands once again emerged with a strong pure black power mixed with purple lightning that kept shining.
After Brett nodded in greeting, he immediately turned around and shouted in a deep voice to the two people who were still sleeping:
"Laite, Miyou, wake up! There is an enemy!"
"What... enemy? Enemy!" Laite suddenly woke up from the dream that was intertwined with murmurs and noisy whispers.
Guided by the remaining memory fragments and body muscle memory, he followed Miyou, who was still yawning and looking tired, as well as Brett and Moros, who had already gotten out of the car as quickly as possible, to the backup.
compartment.
Looking at the three black military jeeps approaching in the distance, Brett quickly picked up the "Socrate A" rifle with his left hand and a simple grenade gun with his right hand, ready to fight at any time.
With magic power gushing out from his hands, Moros took out the "Federal-01" pistol from his waist and loaded the bullets.
Laite quickly put the "Crazy Bear" pistol on his waist, took out the "Zhou Yuan" brand rifle he bought in Sugra from the trunk, and tried to conjure the spirit without using any spells.
, the red magic source power surging in the body has fallen into a brief silence in the past few days.
Miyou also barely managed to gush out some magic power and blood belonging to the flames while his spirit and consciousness were blurred, forming the scarlet whip that resembled a devil's tail.
All four are ready to fight in the Gobi wilderness!
However, before the black military jeep could approach a few people, after a burst of psychedelic light mixed with rainbow-like mixed colors, a "door" made of rich psychedelic colors appeared in front of them.
Immediately afterwards, several short "human beings" wearing pitch black masks and holding military rifles of different styles suddenly passed through the "jump" of the "door" and appeared in front of them.
Laite observed that, except for the leader, the other "humans" had brown thorns like bamboo shoots extending out from their backs!
They look just like a few humanoid hedgehogs!
"Woman!" The leading "human" spoke first in a hoarse and low voice, belonging to the northern dialect of the Zine Empire language.