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Chapter 213 The advent of silence (80): Dirty intruder (Part 1)

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"What did you do to Brett! What did you do!" Lett roared angrily and asked Vladimirski.

"Didn't the 'Wisdom' and 'Inspiration' sequence cores increase your ability to understand? Laite. Didn't anyone reveal even a little bit of information to you before coming to 'Blood Bright'? I thought 'Xue Mu' had told you everything.

Yes." Vladimirski gracefully put his legs on the black iron throne, rubbed a blue flame with his right hand, and asked in a "gentle" tone.

"I have indeed heard of it, but I can't imagine that you can be so despicable. Brett is a human being, not an object or a thing. Look at his dull eyes now. Does he still have any life left in him?" Laite said to Fult.

Radimisky glared angrily and gasped through his nostrils.

"Yo, yo, yo, our [Order], our compatriots of the Lost Laite who are about to reach the fifth stage of the order, will also care about the life and death of human beings? It's amazing, what a fraternal spirit this is!" Vladimi

Ski applauded, looked at Laite with "concerned" eyes and said:

"Do you want to be the saint who advocated 'respect' in the Eastern Fire Empire? Or the 'pioneer' who sacrificed himself to save the dawn sung by the bishop, or the 'prophet' sung by the orthodox bishop, or the universal

After the 'Discovery of Man' and the 'Exploration of the World', the Toa Federation became famous in the 'Knights of the Windmills' written by Shakya in the 'Victoria' era?"

"Boring." Laite muttered.

Then, he raised the "Bear Bear" pistol, loaded it, pointed it at Vladimirski's head, and said:

"I am a human, a [Fighter] of the Zine Empire, a former member of the Sokra Guards, and a current member of the Zhnetsk Legion. I am not a lost person, and Brett cannot be a lost person, but now, it is obvious that he has

He has been transformed by you. I think, judging from his condition, he is no longer just a lost person."

"Wonderful." Vladimirski raised his white thumb and praised:

"Your guess is correct. I did order the transformation of Brett, oh, this big guy with the 'divine nature' of the Crane family. He is now not only a lost person, but also a vampire. In short, he is not a human now. He is also a vampire.

Yes, there were some accidents during the transformation process, and his brain was damaged. According to some statements in "Imperial Medicine", he should now be in a deep sleep and an unconscious 'vegetative state'. If I hadn't nourished him with blood myself, this

The big guy is dead a long time ago, and he won’t have the strength to stand up at all.”

"I don't know if you value Brett's 'divinity' or something else, but your actions are despicable enough. Aren't you afraid of revenge?" Laite yelled.

He strode forward, pushed away one of the black-robed losers who was supporting Brett, trotted onto the high platform, stopped right in front of the Black Iron Throne, and raised his pistol to Vladimirski's forehead.

Laite knew very well that he had the power of the red magic source to uncover the mystery of the "Daughter of the Tool Element" and enter her divine domain.

After this period of information collection, he was convinced that no one except himself had this power and could not use it.

Therefore, in the "Bright of Blood" underground castle, the home of the Church of Dark Night, he can feel confident and use more violent means to obtain the benefits he and Brett deserve through as much violence as possible.

"You are the second human in the Zine Empire who dares to threaten me with a gun. No, you are half a human." Vladimirski's tone softened slightly, without the arrogance and femininity just now.

Sinister and confident.

"I'm just threatening you. I want you to let Brett go...and cure him." Laite demanded.

"Let it go? Of course." Vladimirski smiled professionally:

"He belongs to you. We have investigated your background, and he is your only friend, right? He is a noble from Kusha, and you are a poor soldier of the empire. Logically speaking, it is difficult for you to interact."

"According to common sense, you are two parallel lines, but unfortunately, they are on the three-dimensional plane. As long as time is mature, they will be mapped on the two-dimensional plane and intersect. Laite, people like you are very

You are upright, have ideals, and understand fraternity, but you are not stupid. You are very concerned about the fate of the people at the bottom of this world, and you want to be a savior in a sense, right?"

"Yes..." Laite blurted out. He suddenly felt that he was being induced by Vladimirski, and immediately added:

"so what?"

"'Chariters' like you have the potential to become [gods of love], which is an existence that can find another way to reach the gods. The gods in the East advocate services, and only believers can gain power by worshiping them; the Zine Empire and the Crusted Empire

The gods have different approaches but the same purpose, but they are also divided into camps.

The professionals of the 'Good Order Group' adhere to some love, enlighten themselves with the ideal of fraternity, obtain promotions, and contact the gods. This is especially obvious during the Steam Age, when those who worked in Zhnetsk textile factories and steel factories were impoverished.

The workers were saved by a [God of Love], escaped from the abyss of exploitation, and settled in Crusted. The 'frontier zone' where their descendants lived turned out to be the most powerful source of troops for the empire."

"Those in the 'Chaos Order Group' usually gain strength through shady means such as stealing, robbing, deceiving, killing, etc., and thus are promoted. They will receive the attention of gods who are associated with evil. But most of them cannot eliminate the 'sad' accumulated in their bodies.

, become crazy, and become monsters. In this era, there are many people who believe in chaos, and there are few people who believe in kindness."

Laite was briefly distracted by Vladimisky's exposition that seemed to have nothing to do with his question. After briefly sorting out his thoughts, he chose to return to the original question:

"How does this relate to my request?"

"It's very simple..." Vladimisky shrugged and said:

"It is inevitable to let him go, he is yours. As long as you continue to take Brett's blood every day for a week, there is no doubt that you can advance to 'Order 5'. But to cure him, you need your own strength."

effort."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Speak clearly," Laite continued to demand.

"You are the lost one. You have unparalleled potential. Although you do not appear powerful now, after a long night, you will be the shining star."

"I'm not a lost person!" Laite interrupted in a deep voice.

"Okay, let me admit your identity as a human being." Vladimirski seemed to be looking at an angry child, showing a caring smile and said:

"But to be honest, if it weren't for the request of 'Xue Dusk' and 'Bloodwind', I wouldn't have been able to save your Brett."

"Wind?" Laite turned his head and glanced at Feng quickly, but the hand holding the gun remained steady.

He knew that "Xue Mu" was the code name of Feng. He didn't know "Xue Feng", but he knew that he was one of the twelve "right cardinals".

"Of course." Fredimiski nodded, then took out an iron box from his arms, took out a black cigarette filled with dried inner curling flowers, and used a blue flame to

Lit it, took a sip full of affection and enjoyment, and said leisurely:

"He was invaded by toxins, which are the neurotoxins of the 'Blood Ink Squid'. Those creatures in the realm of the legendary 'Old Gods' will have evil powers. In other words, the neurotoxins mixed with 'evil' will

Destroy his nerves and make him a fool."

"But his strong body hindered the onset of the toxin. He is the most powerful human being I have ever seen. Merlinal, the Lost One of the Church of Hope, admires him very much. And he also used 'mithril blood drops',

That is a monster that can increase its power in all directions as long as it is poured with blood."

"Brett's brain nerves were not only damaged, but also his soul power was overdrawn by the 'Mithril Blood Drops'. Now, with my blood and the transformation of his body after becoming a lost person, he can stay awake."

It's not easy. If you want to return to normal, it depends on the will of the gods. But, Laite, haven't you thought about yourself at all? As long as you accept the identity of the lost person and drink Brett's blood, you will

Isn't it tempting to have power at your fingertips?" Vladimirski asked seductively.

"It won't be time." Laite shook his head slightly and said.

His head is in a mess right now. He knows that Vladimirski has no need to lie to him. If he wants to appease him, he can say that the Dark Night Church deliberately turned Brett into this ghostly state. Besides, he has an antidote.

Brett can recover if he drinks it.

Wouldn't it be nice not only to be able to control Laite, but also to force him to serve the Church of Dark Night?

Therefore, in Wright's view, Vladimirski's description is true. The Church of Dark Night has shown their highest sincerity, which is to do their best to let Brett "survive" as much as possible and find ways to cure him.

.

Of course, the purpose of the Church of Dark Night is also very obvious. They hope that Laite will become a true "one of their own" and hope that Laite will recognize his identity as a lost person and cooperate with them to jointly explore the divine domain of the "Daughter of Tool Yuan" and resist the obstruction.

Everything to destroy their empire.

But I am a human... I am a human, and I am still a [Fighter] of the Imperial Legion. If I agree to Vladimirski to obtain power and cooperate with them, it will be tantamount to treason, and furthermore, it will be a betrayal of the human race.

, it’s “Human! Rape!”!

Laite thought about the contradictory current situation, feeling as if a small nuclear bomb had been inserted into his brain, causing him to feel an explosion-like pain, and the stinging aftertaste spread from his chest to his whole body, making him feel uncontrollable.

pain of.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably like a Parkinson's disease, and he felt that his eyes were becoming blurry, and the world around him was beginning to become chaotic.

It wasn't until a dull, thunderous trembling sound came that he regained consciousness.

"It's an explosion. The empire is still attacking us with howitzers." Vladimirski's voice reached Laite's ears.

After shaking his head, Laite realized that at some point, his "Crazy Bear" pistol had been inserted into his waist. Since the robe did not have a holster, the pistol restrained by the belt looked unnatural.

Vladimirski must have used "lure" or "confusion" to influence his mind just now, Laite speculated.

But as the sound of leather shoes "tapping" passed by, Laite looked around and saw that Fredimiski had cut open Brett's wrist with a knife and collected most of the blood in a clean test tube obtained from an unknown source.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around, handed the warm test tube to Laite, and said:

"Drink it, come here... now..."

boom!

Before Vladimiski finished speaking, a gunshot was heard from behind him.

He looked at the pierced chest in surprise, which instantly turned scarlet. He turned around angrily with difficulty.

At this time, the twenty or thirty "lost ones" who had just poured into the hall took off their uniforms and took off the human skin masks disguised as the lost ones of the blood race, revealing their human faces and uniform uniforms of the Sune Empire Legion.

They were armed with dark, uniquely shaped, huge guns and quickly surrounded Vladimirski.

They are humans! They are members of the Imperial Legion!

Laite's heart welled up with joy.

But before he could be happy for a few seconds, the leader, who seemed to be the captain of these legion [soldiers], took two steps forward and finally took off his mask, revealing a very abstract face.

The white background is the same as that of the Lost One. One eyeball is brown and the other is pitch black, like a hidden beast in the abyss.

His face, which looks strange, sinister, but rich in handsomeness, is covered with blood vessels that resemble the winding rivers in the mountains. They are bulging and hideous, as if they are about to explode and splash out crimson blood.

liquid.

"Is it...you, Shamon? Humans...can actually lurk...here?" Vladimirsky's eyes widened, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He was trembling because of pain, and he looked at his eyes in surprise.

The lost man with the weird front face said.

The test tube containing Brett's blood also fell to the ground due to Vladimirski's rapid loss of strength, instantly shattered and fell into pieces.

The scarlet, sticky blood even splashed onto Laite's face, causing him to feel briefly intoxicated and confused.

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