"Isn't there any relevant document telling you how to destroy the ordered monsters, or how to obtain the emblem of tomorrow? If there is a method, it will save a lot of trouble." Laite let out a long breath and said.
I don’t know whether it’s because reading for a long time causes the brain to consume too much sugar, or because the oxygen here is scarce.
Laite felt that his brain seemed to be covered with a thick layer of fog, making it look hazy, and he could feel his heart beating "bang bang", chaotically, and chaotically, as if it was trying to break through the constraints of his chest.
of.
Therefore, he had to "carry" the paper smoothly and handed it back to Sowkod. He moved his slightly stiff body, but he was always careful not to come into contact with any objects around him.
"It's a pity, hehe, it's a pity. The memories of the people I devoured show that they were originally going to pass on what they saw in the room after the corridor, but it seems that the core existence of the sequence monster is too terrifying. Then
It is a kind of fear that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. Any horrible thing you can imagine cannot be used to describe it. Therefore, I don’t know how to destroy it or how to destroy it." Sowkod said.
, coughed violently several times.
To Laite, the sound sounded like it was tearing the lungs apart and coughing out the body.
"Are you okay?" Laite stepped forward and asked with concern.
After all, the orc in front of him is the only person he can communicate with "normally" when he enters here, and he has provided him with relatively complete information on the "Water of Sequential Monsters and Different Faces". He doesn't want to be in this fantasy and treacherous lake bottom plane.
Fight the sequential monsters alone.
"I'm fine...it's okay." Sowkod subconsciously took two or three steps back and distanced himself from Latra:
"I said that the longer you exist here, the more objects you come into contact with, the easier it is to collapse. I...have been here for more than a thousand years. Contacting me is like contacting a human being.
Source of pollution? So, leave me alone."
As Sowkod said, he put the white documents back into the broken document bag, squatted down again, put them back into the dark layer, and then changed the bookshelf back to its original state.
But as his vision changed, Laite noticed that the orc Soukod had a tail.
He curiously looked at the parts of the orcs that had long been degraded in the eyes of humans.
He found that the tail did not seem to be like a thick rope like a feline, nor was it covered with hair like a canine, or swinging upwards, or drooping downwards.
It is white, the same color as the bones, and each segment is similar to bamboo, or a scorpion's tail.
And the surface is covered with some scattered scarlet liquid, as well as some cracks with traces of battle.
It drooped above the ground, as if it was not connected to Sowkod's nerves. It simply moved across the ground with the movement of his body, leaving behind a thin layer of black smoke.
"Speaking of which...Brother, do you know? I felt a sense of exhaustion two days ago, as if this world created by sequential monsters cannot last for long." Sowkod walked back to the oak table.
Finally, he spoke worriedly.
"Are you saying that the... power of the sequence monster is drying up?" Laite asked tentatively.
Sowkod did not answer directly, but stretched out his hand to pull open the black leather seat, and sat steadily on one-third of the chair. He placed his hands quietly on his thighs, and replied with his eyes out of focus:
"Perhaps the power of the heraldry is declining, but my teacher, Cole Astu, a descendant of the five great warriors of mankind, told me that an item that continuously releases magic power suddenly fails. In addition to the power to restrain it,
It is also possible that its owner, or someone truly recognized by it, has arrived. Naturally, you cannot be its owner. After all, you have nothing to do with the Krusted royal family, ahem..." Sowkod felt
My throat was itchy and my bronchial tubes were blocked. After coughing violently a few times, I took a breath and continued:
"Secondly...Secondly, you are a member of the imperial army, so you should not take the initiative to contact the extraordinary. But not only does there exist the aura of rare demonic power in you, but you also claim to be a [Order], right? You can get here smoothly,
It means that the coat of arms has begun to recognize you, and is gradually cutting off the energy given to the 'Water of Strangeness'. I believe that this city should now become deserted again, becoming a broken existence shrouded in yellow sand. It is estimated that it will take
Soon, the alien plane at the bottom of the lake where we are will disappear, and the lake here will also disappear."
As Sowkod said, he stood up from the chair while supporting his body, took out a crumpled document from his coat pocket, and threw it directly to Laite.
"Don't open it yet, put it away first, Brother Laite." Sowkod stopped Laite's curiosity.
"What is this?" Laite held the document and asked.
"A telegram was given to me by a little brother who came here a few years ago. He should have some magic power, and it is of the water type. After being supported inside the energy field for several hours, he was wrapped in a diving suit and became
He found a monster. He said that the content contained in it was the names, characteristics, occupations, magic source types and other information of the 12 cardinals of the three major churches.
Among the three major churches, the three popes that cause headaches for the empire are the Pope of Night, the Pope of Giants, and the Pope of Hope. But the one who can lead most of the lost people in the empire and control the vast majority of unintentional people is the Cardinal. Sometimes their power can
Close to the gods and perfectly suppress the power of the Pope.
So that's why I introduced you to the Cardinal at the beginning. You are a human being, and you are destined to fight against the Lost, right." Solkod replied with a painful expression.
"Yes, I am about to go to the Silent Highlands, where the Empire will launch a huge, all-consuming battle with the three major churches. As a human being and an Imperial soldier, I must destroy all enemies and restore the world.
Return to peace, tranquility, and the right track. I hope that mankind can survive the painful fourth era and enter the fifth era, a future that belongs to the vast sea of stars." Laite looked up at the ceiling and spoke affectionately.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "That's good, that's good." Sowkod nodded, showing a weathered expression.
Immediately afterwards, he sat back on the black leather seat, and directly opened a drawer under the desk cabinet, took out a crystal glass containing wine, and took out a bottle without any label.
, a drink with a deep ruby color inside.
Then, he pressed his paw into the cork, twisted his fingers a few times, and pulled it out with a "wave" sound, and the room was immediately filled with the fragrance of wine.
"Brother Laite." Sowkod's eyes suddenly became sharp and he shouted.
"how?"
"You are the first human being who can notice me without becoming a 'diving enthusiast'. And after you arrived, I can feel that this plane and this city are gradually changing back to their true appearance. You should
Was he chosen by the goddess of fate and given a certain mission?" Sowkod guessed.
"That's true, but I'm also a little confused." Laite nodded.
"Actually, I just said that the more contact you have, the easier it is to collapse, right? I think I have reached my limit. I probably won't be able to get out alive. Even if I get out, I won't be able to adapt to this wasteland world. The era of the Second Era
It was glorious, it was the age when the spirit of chivalry was most abundant, and the muskets at that time were still inferior to the existence of magic."
Sowkod said, poured the wine in the bottle into the crystal glass, and shook it slightly while holding the bottom.
Laite observed that the wine in the glass was clear and transparent, with no precipitation and no turbidity. It should be a fine product used by nobles.
"I used to be a warrior of the beast tribe. I originally wanted to go to the capital of the Central Empire to participate in a gladiatorial battle and obtain the sealed artifact once used by human warriors. Moreover, half of my bloodline actually comes from the legendary dragon tribe. Unruly
A great race that is untamed, extremely powerful, and capable of controlling the world. Moreover, I seem to have remembered an oracle now." Saukod said, drinking down the wine in one gulp.
"What oracle? About the [Order]?" Lait said slightly excitedly.
"They are rare beings, they are great beings, they can benefit a race, they can create a new world!" Sowkod shouted, as if he was reciting the lyrics of an ancient poet:
"So, I wanted to speed up the process of my physical and mental breakdown and meet my own destiny. So I sat down and drank from the restaurant's treasured beverage.
I want to thank you for accompanying me through the last period of time. My body was actually close to the edge of collapse a few years ago. Maybe it was an unyielding will called waiting that kept me going, or maybe it was a sense of mission.
In short, brother Laite, I can smell the honesty, bravery and perseverance in your spirit, as well as a cheap but rare emotion called 'sympathy'. So, I want to ask you to promise me two things."
"Yes...are there any regrets?" Laite asked, suppressing the tears in his eyes.
"Yes, first, I want to die as a real fighter. Later I will quickly lose consciousness and turn into a monster. I hope you can defeat me and let me complete the final duel. Second, please accept my body after the battle.
The power that belongs to the Dragon Clan. I believe that you belong to the country that respects the Dragon Clan." Sowkod said with a ferocious face.
"A country that believes in dragons?" Laite repeated in a murmur.
"Fire...Empire!"
Sowkod forced himself to endure the tearing feeling in his body and the endless tingling sensation.
He struggled to get up, crossed his hands on his chest, pressed his chest, and bowed.
Then, he struggled and a stream of blue blood poured out from his mouth!
Laite could clearly see that Souked's mouth was moving, and his throat seemed to have been eroded by the unclean power of the order monsters permeating the airship, and he could no longer utter a single word.
Immediately afterwards, he cautiously took two steps back, put the message into his coat pocket, and after solemnly nodding to Sowkod, the red magic source power surged throughout his body, and he consciously gathered it in
arms and back.
"Eagle Shield of Red Kite."
"The touch of darkness." Laite muttered silently.
A bright red shield that was twice as large as the one at the door suddenly appeared on his hands and arms, with a double-headed eagle holding an iris in its mouth flashing on it, which made his blood boil instantly, and a thought arose in his heart.
The urge to fight.
At the same time, two petal-like tentacles, intertwined with scarlet and pitch black, emerged from his back.
They twisted wantonly on Laite's blood-oozing back, "led" by the hard and sharp pure black material at the front end, like a person who was infected by old music, twisting and squirming to perform a "beautiful" dance.
Dancers are average.
"Are you ready to fight?" Laite asked, staring at Sowkod's body with red eyes that looked like a vampire.
Sowkod did not respond to Laite, but tilted his head back hard, his hands and legs bent back as if they were being pulled apart, his abdomen protruded forward, and after a few seconds, a
A head shaped like a lizard.
That's the dragon's head.
Then, his body quickly shriveled up like a deflated balloon.
At the same time, the dragon's body quickly stretched out from its previous position.
Only half a minute later, Sowkod had completely transformed from an orc into a five-meter-tall Western dragon!
"Is this half of the dragon blood in his body? The mental and physical collapse awakened his sleeping blood, right? But, this doesn't seem to be a... normal dragon." Laite stared at the "dragon" in confusion.
Analyze.
His body is a mixture of dark green and white. Except for his head, which has a layer of skin, the rest of his body is composed of bones covered with a layer of fish-like scales.
His eyes were glowing with a faint blue light, and his head and tail were burning with blue flames, as if they could burn everything.
By the way, his tail hasn't changed much, it's just twice as big as the jointed tail just now, and it looks extremely powerful.
Since the "Crazy Bear" pistol, which was extremely effective against the unintentional and the lost, was not with him, and faced with the "dragon", or an existence that looked like a zombie dragon, Laite didn't have much muscle memory or experience memory.
Simply, he had no choice but to take a few steps back and raise his shield with both hands in a defensive posture.
"Dragon" seemed to have noticed his hesitation. After letting out a shrill roar, which was like a saw pulling wood, he tightened the muscles in his body and concentrated all the magic power in his body near his mouth, forming a bright ball.
ball of light.
"Is it breathing? I think I heard Moros say in a casual conversation that the skill that the Dragon Clan is proud of is breathing."
Laite thought about it, tightened his calf muscles, squatted down slightly, and made preparations.
As he expected, after a few seconds of energy gathering, a dragon's breath mixed with bright light came out from the "dragon's" mouth, like a laser ray, and shot towards Laite's heart.