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Chapter 146 The Coming of Silence (13): Red Wind

"Red wind... red wind... red wind?" Oliver murmured twice, then exclaimed.

He stared through the window of the mechanical chariot that had not yet had time to get out, with some yellow dust remaining, and suddenly felt as if a burst of high-voltage electricity passed through his brain.

After a moderate tingling sensation, a horrifying title suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Twelve straight cardinals, Brett, the straight cardinal in charge of wind and blood may be here." Oliver said with a trembling tone.

"The cardinal of wind and blood?" Brett stepped on the brakes and stopped the mechanical chariot near a giant tree with lush leaves, branches swaying in the wind, and a pure black color all over, and asked:

"How does your strength compare with the 'Crazy Body'?"

When he asked this question, his mind was already prepared for the upcoming tough battle.

"It's hard to say." Oliver shook his head, and some vague knowledge surged into his thinking, which seemed a bit mixed and chaotic.

"The upright cardinal...if I remember correctly, it should be called 'Bloodwind'. He is a core member of the Church of the Dark Night, at least as high as the purple cardinal. The role of the upright cardinal is to fight and carry out various conflicts with human beings.

, and the battle of those solid machines that cannot be shaken." Oliver did some simple science popularization by the way.

"Is his ability just like his title, summoning the blood-red wind? Or does it have more unique and extraordinary skills?" Brett's thinking points can always accurately "target" the key places.

"You know, brother Brett, my status in the Hope Church is not too high, and I don't have access to a lot of core information. I just heard that wherever he appears, there must be blood-red winds.

, or blood-colored thick fog, usually around 6-9 pm, when the sunset is about to fall."

"Furthermore, except for the high-level members of the Church of Dark Night who claim to be the Lord of the Night and the people of the vampire race, not many people have actually seen his original face. Humans or the lost who are not close to the red wind can only see a bloody outline.

, probably a normal human youth, almost a few years older than my current body. But anyone who has seen his true form has either 'seen' the Creator and God, or fallen into madness, and eventually died in his own endless pain.

Among them, it is said that he can absorb souls."

The last half of Oliver's voice was very low and deep, as if he was afraid that a pair of scarlet eyes like a crimson moon would suddenly appear in the red environment, staring at them, and eavesdropping on their conversation with invisible ears.

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"Absorbing souls? Although I don't believe in much knowledge of occultism and magic, can I understand it as severely damaging the spiritual realm, causing hallucinations and then falling into madness?" Brett stared at the front in confusion and asked.

"Almost, there is nothing wrong with explaining the scientific category this way. Also, Brother Brett."

"What?"

"Normally, blood-red wind does not appear in the empire. Even in sandstorms, it is nothing more than a dull wind or a yellowish dust wind. Even the "Imperial Meteorological Records" only records that in the Eastern District

There have been rare weather events like this once or twice in the vast desert areas and highlands, but it cannot be ruled out that it was caused by the 'bloody wind'. Therefore, if the red wind we fell into cannot dissipate in a short time, then we should be prepared

Let's face a tragic battle of death. I'm not sure I can escape, but I'm sure I can negotiate with him, the sequence monster I just gave you." Oliver stretched out his finger and pointed to Brett's pocket.

He could sense through the magic source that Brett had casually placed it there just now.

"Is this one?" Brett fumbled in his coat pocket and handed the sequential monster called "Mithril Blood Drop", which resembled a large drop of water and had a silver luster and a red light around it, to Oliver.

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"Yes, but don't give it to me. I'm very short of magic power right now. If I don't have firearms, I may not even be able to defeat a teenage [Warrior]. Take it, Brett, if you meet me later

If there is an insurmountable crisis, bite your finger and drip blood on it."

"Different blood will cause different consequences. I have seen the Lost use it, people with superpowers use it, and even humans who are in the process of mutating into Heartless people use it. The effects are different, but in general it is overdraft.

The power of life is given extraordinary abilities that match it, but it varies from person to person.

Some have strengthened their bodies, with their muscles bulging instantly, and some have strengthened their spirit and agility, which cannot be seen through observation, but can be detected once they are in combat. Some people who have not learned the magic source power can use some uncommon magic.

Yuanli. But unfortunately, I have not conducted experiments on humans. After all, the place where I lurk all year round is the army. Once I mention the sequential monsters, I will be beaten up and regarded as a person with lost ideological tendencies.

If you are a traitor, you will be caught and locked up in military places everywhere. Once I was almost executed, but luckily I escaped early." Oliver told the story with a scared look on his face.

"I may be the first human to use it, and I may be able to provide you with rare experimental data. After all, experiments on sequential monsters are also prohibited in the empire, and it is impossible for you if you are in the army.

I have the opportunity to do some private experiments." Brett forced a bitter smile and said:

"Oliver, I want to get rid of you for something. I have a hunch that the current outpost and this forest, no, it actually looks like a forest, isn't it already considered the territory of Silent Highlands?"

"Yes, that's right." Oliver nodded.

"My hunch is that after entering here, the road until we reach the northern area camp where Laite is easier to access will be difficult, and we may face the fate of death. But I have never regretted it, and I will not escape it.

, for something right.”

"If I die at the hands of a lost person or an unintentional person, I would like to ask you to hand over the 'Blade of Kusha' that I will use in a possible battle and the 1,000 Singapore dollars under my seat cushion in the car.

Give it to Lite. Of course, it doesn't matter if you take some, as long as it doesn't exceed 50% of the money. The point is, please tell him that the committee actually knows all his secrets. If you meet George, ask him to be honest and not lie. Maybe

With his wisdom, there is a chance of survival."

"So pessimistic?" Oliver said with a wry smile:

"Having said that, since you trust me, then I promise you. To be honest, you have told me a lot about Laite in the past two days. You said that he has killed several extremely powerful Lost Ones and has unique abilities.

The extraordinary magic source power interests me very much. For the sake of profit, I want to make friends with him." Oliver readily agreed.

Boom!

Just as the two of them were taking advantage of the short time after the conversation to think in silence and prepare to fight, a deafening thunder sound came from the sky above the blood-red wind.

Immediately afterwards, Brett discovered that there were dots of blood-red spots on the glass in front of him.

"Blood... rain?" When Brett reached out and tried to touch the red spots through the front windshield, those spots spread quickly as if they had the ability to replicate.

After a while, the top of the glass seemed to be completely covered with a layer of red paint, which looked extremely scary.

"It's coming, it should be coming." Oliver looked around cautiously.

At the same time, he picked up the "Lang Rain" pistol seized from "Little Wolf", unlocked the safety, loaded the gun, and was ready to shoot at any time.

Moreover, he was still whispering in his mouth, muttering something in the ancient language of the Nirvana Empire to conjure the magic source power.

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

A strong metallic vibration sound passed through their ears.

Brett noticed that there was a relatively empty area in front of him. The ground was exposed with a yellow background and was covered with a layer of blood. A circle of red light emitted from the center of the ground.

Since the mechanical chariot he is in is made of solid steel and alloys of other precious metals, it is difficult to be affected by magic power and other extraordinary forces.

But those red haloes will spread outward, and the trees they touch will be cut in half by this force and collapse in the direction of the wind.

After the trees came into close contact with the ground, they were like dry and fragile black coal, instantly turning into a pool of lifeless fragments.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to hear a soft male laughter and the unique chirp of a bat.

"Olivier, we can't escape from this situation, right? We can only force it, right?" Brett asked firmly.

"That's right." Oliver's eyes were suddenly filled with blood red color and he said:

"The red power just now is called 'Pre-Dispelling Field'. Different lost people have different names, but in short, Xianza must have formed a circle of power confinement that restricts our access. If we can break through forcefully, one of us must be

You need to have the strength of Order 4 or above. Let's go, Brett, and march towards the center of the 'dispersion field', the 'Blood Wind' must be waiting for us."

"Okay." Brett gritted his teeth and agreed.

Then, he skillfully took out the "White Bear" pistol, held it in one hand, and put his finger on the trigger.

When he opened the car door and got out of the car with familiar movements, he felt the smell of blood rushing towards his face, and a strong wind that made him unable to move.

This forced him to blink his eyes quickly and spit out the blood-colored raindrops that accidentally drifted into his mouth.

He originally brought sunglasses that could withstand the wind and sand in the desert, as well as metal glasses for exploration, but he searched around the seat just now and couldn't find it. He must have left it at the Donusk ruins.

It's over.

Fortunately, after Brett used his broad left hand to hold Oliver's relatively thin arm and walked forward with difficulty for a few steps, the "blood rain" gradually became smaller, and the red wind also lost most of its power and turned into an ordinary

It is similar to the rainy wind in the city that does not affect travel.

It was at this time that Brett seemed to see a shaky red outline dozens of meters away in front of him.

He raised his "White Bear" pistol and ran forward quickly with a bang.

Finally, when he pointed the muzzle of the gun at the much clearer silhouette of a figure less than ten meters away in front of him, a soft and gentle male voice finally came from in front of him.

"You... must be Brett. What I'm looking for is you, the [Fighter] of the Socra Guard who can kill the most proud body of the 'Mad Body'."

"'Bloodwind'?" Brett asked tentatively.

"Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha. Brett, Brett, you are really powerful. 'Crazy Body' told me about your power yesterday. Not only do you have a fascinating strong body, but you are also fierce.

Daring fighting skills, and most importantly, he has glimpsed a little bit of the unique 'divinity' belonging to the Klein family in you. It's strange and wonderful, isn't it? I haven't seen such a sense of anticipation in a long time.

Human beings." "Xue Feng" said, turning around slowly.

But in Brett's opinion, it was just that the outline in front of him became thinner, and then returned to its original state.

"Are you seeking revenge from me for the 'Mad Body'? If it is for this, your mind is too narrow-minded. Of course, if you say you are fighting humans as a lost person, I don't mind risking my life.

, I will die with you." Brett said in a deep voice, half roaring.

His lower body was slightly bent, and his feet were adjusted as much as possible to prevent him from being unstable due to possible sneak attacks and losing the opportunity to fight.

"Your voice is so thick that it's so mesmerizing. How great it would be if you were a lost person. In that case, I can ask the Pope of Dark Night to get you, come to me, and become my unique friend.

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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As "Blood Wind" spoke, his hands surged outward with the magic source power belonging to "Gust Wind", quickly dispersing the black and red substances surrounding him, revealing

His original body.

He is about 1.8 meters tall, with his legs half bent, as if he is leaning on something out of thin air. In Brett's opinion, his body height is not much different from that of Laite, but compared to Brett, who is about two meters tall, he still looks taller.

Lost a lot of weight.

After all, Laite, like Brett, belongs to the escort [soldier] who fights on the front line all year round. His body is not too thin, and after this month of fighting and "cultivation", he already has some strong muscles and looks a bit plump.

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But the "Xue Feng" in front of him was relatively lean, wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt underneath, and a blood-red bow tied around his neck.

His face is somewhat similar to Miyou's, with a pale background that belongs to the vampire race, a pointed chin, and an oval face. Some young people are uniquely between immature and mature, with a bit of sinister feeling.

If his soft and delicate voice is taken into account, in Brett's opinion, "Blood Wind"'s body must be sick, otherwise he wouldn't be so weak and even look a bit pretentious.

One party raised a pistol that was more than 30 centimeters long and was of extremely powerful type. The other party did not have any weapons, but his hands were surrounded by several chains floating in mid-air that glowed red.

After facing each other silently in the red wind for a few minutes, "Blood Wind" suddenly half-closed his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had captured prey, and spoke softly, as if he had met someone he admired. He said softly in a similar tone:

"Brett, I want... the object of the battle is you, for the 'Crazy Body'. I think the lost man behind you can get away, and for you, I should be able to give him a chance to retain his 'life' .”


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