"He wants to fight us head-on. Yolan is crazy. He should be crazy. If he releases the evil soul by surging the magic power in his body like this, his body will be completely transformed into a 'Hope' sandworm. Even if it is
He can continue to live, and he can only survive as a monster for the rest of the time." Moros stood up and exclaimed.
He opened his dry, flaky, slightly unhealthy pale lips and stared in horror at the "Hope" sandworm in front of him.
Even if he is a battlefield observer of the Zine Empire, a member of Socra's Extraordinary Investigation Team, an honorary member of the Sequential Monster Research Foundation, or a worker of a certain Case Study Association, who can always be exposed to extraordinary things, no matter what his title is.
For the next few, he should not be disturbed by any monsters, alien mindless people, or extraordinary things.
But the reality is that his eyes are becoming more and more dull, like a mental patient who has suffered sequelae from a heavy blow to the brain, staring at "Hope" and the sandworm does not dare to move the heavy weight, as if his body is carrying a piece that can never be pushed.
It looks like a boulder on the top of the mountain.
Until the "Hope" sandworm's thick, snake-like black tail rose into the air again, landed on the ground, and swept towards the four people in a clockwise direction.
"Moros, danger!" Laite shouted.
He tightened every muscle in his body that could be used for fighting and was not extremely strong, and rushed towards Moros.
Fortunately, Laite's battle-hardened body still played its due role at the critical moment.
Before the tail could attack Moros, Laite suddenly picked him up after making physical contact with Moros and jumped to the left, near the center of the road.
Their bodies came into close contact with the dry, dusty ground at the same time.
After rolling several times on the ground, until Laite's silver-white guard uniform turned into the khaki style, one of the common uniforms of the Imperial Legion, the two of them collapsed on the ground with a look of disaster on their faces, gasping for breath.
Rough.
After also rolling to avoid the tail sweep, the embarrassed Brett shouted worriedly from a distance of more than ten meters.
"Moros, Laite, are you two okay?"
"It's okay, Brett, he can't die." Laite's chest was rising and falling violently. He ignored the burning sensation in his heart, which was gradually becoming more serious, and reluctantly agreed.
"That's good, Come on, I'll defeat it!" Brett roared.
After taking two deep breaths, Brett threw aside the "Socrate A" rifle in his hand, raised another improvised grenade gun, and quickly stuffed several grenades filled with explosives in advance.
He squatted half-crouched, put the grenade gun on his shoulder, and aimed at the mouthparts of the "Hope" sandworm and the petal-like unfolded part. Under the influence of the spirit of the lost person, a long-lasting memory inexplicably emerged in his mind.
memory.
After shaking his head vigorously to dispel the discomfort, Brett thought to himself:
"It seems that the power of the lost ones this time, or the monsters, far exceeds the alien heartless people that time in Eyin Town. I remember that the team you and I were in also experienced a narrow escape. And the two of us also experienced a narrow escape.
This is like a wild cat with nine lives who is favored by the god of the forest. However, humans cannot be favored by luck forever. As a [warrior] who defends the city of Socra and the Empire of Zine, and the lost
Losing our lives fighting monsters is our eternal destination. Come on, I just hope you can live!"
Thinking of this, Brett's green eyes suddenly became sharp, his face was gloomy, and the subtle scars on his face caused by the battle suddenly became deep, like a white marble statue covered with scars.
The person deliberately used a utility knife to "make up" a stroke.
After adjusting the angle, Brett took advantage of the fact that the "Hope" sandworm seemed to have not adapted to the new body. The original soul of the lost person and the body of the monster were competing with each other. Kong Kong, who was struggling with his body, Brett said to
He identified the weak point of the monster in his mind and pulled the trigger.
Whoosh——
boom!
The shining cannonball was like a shooting star in the dark night, "running wildly" in a straight direction towards the mouthparts of the "Hope" sandworm.
The moment it came into contact with the monster-like body, the shell exploded instantly, and beautiful sparks belonging to fireworks bloomed all around, and the flames of pale blue, dark green and bright red suddenly filled its "head"
.
"Dumb—dumb—dumb—"
"Hope" the sandworm actually made a hoarse roar that sounded like a crow.
The exploding pain he felt in his body forced him to squirm slightly and take two steps back.
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of scarlet liquid splashed from his mouthparts and the "petals" that resembled blooming flower bags.
Looking from a distance, a trickling "stream" is gushing out from the ruptured blood vessel, splashing out like a shower, sprinkling discrete "raindrops" on the nearby road.
"I...cannot...forgive...you!"
Because of the extreme pain, the monster's mouthparts actually emitted an old human voice. In order to prevent this half-lost person and half-monster thing from slowing down and having the possibility of counterattack, Brett simply aimed at "Hope"
"The sandworm used different parts of its body to shoot out all the remaining shells in the simple grenade gun.
boom!
boom!
boom!
boom!
The four cannonballs landed accurately at the predetermined position, and one hit the front paw like a gecko, breaking it.
One hit the back paw, turning the "Hope" sandworm completely into a "Hope" sand "maggot".
And a supplementary one hit the mouthparts of the "Hope" sandworm. Under the impact of artillery fire and heat waves, the thick thorn-like object was blown off at the waist, causing him to lose a swordsmanship similar to that of the Second Age.
The ability to hold a sharp but not broad sword and generally use it for stabbing.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After all the shells exploded, the body of the "Hope" sandworm was also covered with hot, blazing flames that had turned dim yellow.
It squirmed, rolling and struggling in place like a real maggot growing in a stinking ditch. The petal-shaped parts also opened and closed to surge the surrounding air, trying to remove all the petals as much as possible in the shortest time.
The flame goes out.
"It must have succeeded. It has lost its combat capability." Brett picked up the simple grenade gun with one hand and stood up straight, staring at the "Hope" sandworm that was gradually being swallowed up by the flames.
He suddenly felt that his heart was beating violently like an overloaded water pump, as if it was about to break through the thick, solid chest full of muscles and move towards its own direction.
"Brett." Seeing the squirming and rolling "Hope" sandworm, Moros also showed a real happy smile that belongs to the rest of his life on his face. He ignored the pain in his body and the pain in his ribs.
Feeling a slight sting, Laite pulled Laite and trotted towards Brett's direction.
"Where's Miyu?" Laite looked around and found no sign of [thief] Miyu.
It wasn't until Moros looked past Brett's tall and broad body that he saw Miyu, who was kneeling on the ground, unconsciously staring at the "Hope" sandworm and shivering.
Laite hurriedly ran over. He lifted Miyou up and dragged him behind Brett.
It was only then that the three of them discovered that Mi You's face was already covered with tears and runny nose, and scarlet blood was gushing slightly from his ears and the corners of his mouth.
Nice romance
"What's wrong with him? Moros?" Laite frowned and asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"It's the evil soul I just mentioned." Moros gasped and adjusted his breathing before explaining:
"Some of the lost ones will infuse the magic source power into the destroyed alien mindless people, or biological sequence monsters, in order to realize the situation of copying the body for their own use. The infused magic source power is in contact with those
After the evil bodies are combined, the magic source power stripped out is like the soul in their bodies, so it is called evil soul. However, this ability can only be used by a few elite geniuses among the Lost in Order 5.
Only after reaching the 4th level of the sequence can some relatively weak lost ones be able to use it."
"Evil...souls, do they have any specific help in fighting? Could it be that you have turned into a monster like Yolan? You can never change back?" Laite asked.
"Impossible." Moros said with a contemptuous smile:
"He doesn't understand the correct way to use evil souls at all. That kind of thing requires the help of a strong and careless body that he can control. Anyone who sacrifices himself like this is either stupid or lacks experience. It seems that the Church of Dark Night has gradually deteriorated.
, this kind of trash can become a mid-level sect. Now I feel that Crown Prince Yin Fante’s big gamble is not a decision made with a slap on the forehead. "
"I understand the evil soul thing. This is equivalent to copying a powerful unconscious body that has been defeated. After finding the timing and carrier, download it and use it, right?" Laite uses knowledge that belongs to the category of "science"
Understand the way.
"Yes, this kind of plot exists in many science fictions from the old Crusted Empire. It is generally the same." Moros nodded, with a little more recognition of Laite's ability to understand and associate in his eyes.
"So Miyou, what's going on?" Laite looked at Miyou who was still shaking and asked worriedly.
"Instinctive fear." Moros' tone became cold.
"Instinctive... fear?" Laite felt even more confused. For the first time, he felt that the world was so complicated and brain-burning.
"He is a lost person. In fact, both the lost people and the unintentional people all have the natural fear of the strong as animals. This situation is not obvious among the lost people between order 7-5. After all, they all belong to the lower level.
The Lost One. Just like when I met Brett, his rank is a little higher than mine, but would I be afraid of a squad leader? I won’t be afraid of him, on the contrary, sometimes I will feel very annoyed.” Moros’ face
The expression on his face changed to a playful smile.
This made Brett, who had just experienced the battle and was sitting on the ground recovering his strength, feel a little dissatisfied.
"What's wrong with the squad leader? If you really get to the top and reach the level of General George, he can command you and give you orders even though he is half a professional rank away." Brett argued.
"That's true. The lost ones at the lower level will not make each other feel uncomfortable. But just now Yolan, the lost person, said that he briefly broke through the order 5 and reached the order 4 through the 'Ice Dark Demon Source Potion'.
Therefore, Miyou, who also belongs to the Lost One, will feel extreme fear. After all, Sequence 4 can no longer be broken through by simply taking the magic source potion or infusing the magic source power." Moros replied.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes circled in his eye sockets, as if he recalled some important information. He looked at the "Hope" sandworm whose body was still wrapped in fire, tilted his head and said to Laite:
"By the way, the popes of the three major churches have usually reached level 4, which is a terrifying force for most of the lost people in the empire. Most of the cardinals are level 5, just like most of the talented lost people.
, the Lost Ones you have fought with are of the same level. If you go to Silent Highlands and meet the three Popes and are forced to be in a hostile position, I suggest you find a way to seek peace and compromise. After all, in this tragic world
In this world, the most precious thing is life, and the cheapest thing is life.”
Laite's mouth moved, but not a single word came out.
He stared into Moros's resentful eyes and nodded silently.
Then, a familiar deep voice mixed with gasping came to his ears:
"Let's go. Don't worry about that 'Hope' sandworm. It's important to head to the village settlement. I don't want to walk at night. There are no street lights here, not even gas lights."
Just as the four people helped each other to get up and walked towards the mechanical chariot that was leaning against the ropes of the bridge due to the impact, a sharp and pitiful roar like a beast came to their ears again.
The three Laite people looked sideways, and at some point, the petal-like head tissue of the "Hope" sandworm had closed up and turned into a shy flower bag waiting to be released.
And his huge body actually made a strange human voice again.
"Light of darkness, light of darkness, light of darkness!"
"Light of darkness? Not good!" Moros exclaimed, trying to pull the three Laite people forward to run desperately.
However, to his surprise, the blazing flames covering the "Hope" sandworm's body due to the improvised grenade guns all turned into a desperate deep black color!
They gathered inward, like whirlpools on the deep sea, and gathered at the tightly closed flower bag on its head.
Zi La——Zi La——
The dark, dark magic power continued to overflow, and it actually made a sound like electricity.
It looks particularly shocking in the dark cloudy sky!
Immediately afterwards, less than a second later, the tip of the "Hope" sandworm's flower bag actually emitted an incandescent brilliance like the sun, and then completely transformed into a gradually expanding, pitch-black star within half a second.
A sphere shining with electric light.
Boom!
The sphere burst suddenly, emitting a straight black laser beam mixed with an aura of despair that would send all those who dared to fight it to the legendary "underworld" to death!