"Huh." Laite breathed a long sigh of relief and tried his best to pat away the chaotic feeling of waking up from a dream that still remained.
"It's finally better." Laite said to himself.
But the next second, the train passed through an open-air semi-tunnel composed of the ruins of a building more than ten meters high in the ruins of the old city and the nearby hills.
The brief darkness and intertwined "bang" sounds caused the scene in the dark dream to flash through Laite's mind again.
Dylan's appearance as a gentleman in a suit and ties, plus the bat scene that changed after throwing out his robe, made him suddenly feel a chill on his back.
"There's someone." Laite whispered.
The "rumbling" sound combined with the haze falling from the ruins of the high-rise buildings disappeared in an instant as the train led to a wider area.
Other imperial legionnaires wearing medals with strange patterns and guards from various places wearing medals with "Long Sword and Hammer" did not notice anything unusual about Laite.
After all, his strange behavior just now had been "swallowed" by the haze and noise, and did not attract too much attention.
Just as he looked around in astonishment, preparing to look for traces of the [Deceiver] Dylan in his dream, Moros beside him turned over the pages of the book in his hand and said in a low but alert voice:
"Don't look around."
"Huh?" Laite responded subconsciously.
"When you are looking for the enemy, the enemy is also paying attention to you in the dark. I smell the unique scent of the lost. Although I am a human being, after being exposed to it for a long time, I can feel the smell that can only be understood and indescribable.
owned."
As Moros said, he put aside the book in his hand that was inlaid with gold lace and had a name written in the common language of the Western Continent in the center of the cover.
He stood up skillfully and naturally, tidied up his slightly messy military uniform, turned over his collar, and fumbled around in the storage area where luggage was stored in the upper part of the train.
Two or three seconds later, he took out a metal pill bottle, sat back, handed it to Laite, and said:
"This is the new magic source potion I concocted. You can try it. When Brett wakes up, he will have to try it too. Long-term nightmares will not only damage your memory, but also make you mentally weak, which is not good for you.
Battle in two days."
"New magic source potion? Uh...thank you." Laite said politely, reaching out to take the potion.
He did not take it immediately, but instead unscrewed the steel-colored bottle cap in a "counterclockwise" direction, fanned it and took a sip in the manner taught by the "chemistry teacher" in the high school course in the previous world.
A fresh breath suddenly poured into his nostrils, which was refreshing and fragrant, making people feel intoxicated.
"Is this the breath of the inner curled flower?" Laite suddenly felt a sense of comfort and relaxation that penetrated into his soul.
But after 0.3 seconds, he snapped the bottle cap on and shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel this untimely feeling of comfort.
"Haha." Moros smiled kindly, but his eyes looked like he was looking at a country bumpkin, and he couldn't help laughing and said:
"This is an upgraded product of the inner curling flower. It was developed by scientists from Socra and is specially used to resist those who have lost the ability to seduce and hallucinate."
"The... upgraded product of the inner curling flower? Can this thing also be upgraded?" Laite's mind suddenly flashed back to the scene when [Goddess of Love] Natasha explained the inner curling flower to him that day.
His long, white fingers just gently pointed at my chest through the air, and the curled flowers "floated" to his fingertips with the power of the green magic source.
This is the first time I have come into contact with the most mysterious and extraordinary power in this world, the product that constitutes the origin of this world.
Although imperial scientists and philosophers all believe that atoms are the smallest units that make up objects, no one has the courage to deny it as a product of theological category.
The end of science is theology, which is an eternal truth.
"You should have heard of the 996 version of Inner Roll Flower." Moros' mellow voice with a hint of hoarseness interrupted Laite's reverie:
"Nine cycles, nine days of growth, and six blooms. This kind of inner-curled flower has the lowest value, and it grows in the wild, such as the Lost Swamp, the Incandescent Icefield, the Green Forest, the banks of the Luyin River, and even the Silent Highlands. The inner-curled flower has the lowest value.
The shadows of the scrolls are everywhere and are indeed useless. Even where these involute flowers grow, other plants will wither and even the traces of wild beasts will be hard to find."
"Involution... Damn it if the flowers can bring benefits, we should get some herbicide to kill them all." Laite said angrily.
"However, a few years ago, the journal "Imperial Medicine" published an article titled "Two Medicinal Directions of Uchiha." It was mentioned that such worthless evil creatures as Uchiha can be transformed. There are two developments.
Direction. First, 'Anshen Neijuanhua'.
The growth period is shortened from nine cycles to eight days of growth and five blooms. Then the inner curling flowers have a calming effect, which can greatly reduce the empire's investment in the production of this part of psychotropic drugs. After all, they often
During the battle, the nervous [Warriors] need medicine to relieve their spirits, otherwise they will collapse. In many cases, they will even mistake their companions for unintentional people and carry out indiscriminate killings." Moros turned his body and chatted with Laite.
"road.
"I've heard about the first one. It's usually added to cigarette products. I think Brett has used it." Laite tilted his head and glanced at Brett, who was using his arms as pillows.
"Yes, that's right. The second direction is interesting." Brett pointed at the metal bottle in Laite's hand and said:
"'Excited involute flowers' extend the growth cycle to twelve cycles, twelve days of growth, and seven blooms. The involute flowers treated in this way are comparable to the 'hero potion' invented by the 'madman' doctor of the Putoa Federation.
It can greatly boost mental strength and keep people excited all the time. If the empire encounters a difficult war, it will usually be equipped for [soldiers]. But the potion I gave you is more expensive than new."
Imagine
"New?" Laite shook the metal bottle but did not open the cap immediately.
"New thinking, new methods, new decisions, new dreams..."
"Okay, okay, stop it. There shouldn't be a place to sell the "Zhne Empire Newspaper" here. Don't be pretentious, let's be practical. Don't be like those politicians who eat people without spitting out their bones." Laite interrupted.
"Okay. I'll tell you the truth. Originally a sequence monster, the Uchihara flower has been cultivated by me in two directions at the same time. Not only did I extract the juice of the 'Exciting Uchihara flower', but I also tempered the 'Soothing Uchihara flower' 'Mixed with the petals of the petals, and added some tuberose juice, the pollen of the Everlasting Flower, and the dried powder of the ice wolf's heart. This is my new magic source potion." Moros introduced with interest. road.
Laite, who knew nothing about pharmacy or biology, just nodded dully, then seemed to have thought of something and asked:
"Where is the new thing?"
"It doesn't use magic power at all, not at all. Even the No. 10-20 potions developed by the empire to deal with the Wuxin virus all use burning liquid, which has magic power itself. But I am a pure medicine, this is science, not magic." Moros explained.
"Although I didn't understand it, I was shocked. How about giving it a try?" Laite said tentatively.
Immediately afterwards, he reopened the metal bottle, put the "New Magic Source Potion" close to his nostrils and sniffed vigorously.
The fresh feeling is like being in an endless sea of flowers, even mixed with the smell of waves.
"Drink a little, and the influence of the nightmare just now will completely dissipate. If you need more, I don't mind sharing two bottles with you." Moros urged.
"Okay, I'll try." Laite agreed.
After pouring a whole bottle of "New Magic Source Potion" into his mouth, Laite felt an incomparable sense of clarity.
He looked around clearly, and as the fragrance of flower petals flowed down his stomach and throughout his body, he felt as if the time around him had been frozen.
To be precise, it has slowed down.
Just like the situation when we encountered the "Red Grape" fireball during the Kofu War halfway from Silent Highlands Outpost A to Route 65.
But then, he saw the world in front of him glowing with seven colored lights.
The red is bright, the orange is alluring, the yellow is intoxicating, the green is terrifying, the green is peaceful, the blue is peaceful, and the purple is so...
I thought of that witch again, [Goddess of Love] Natasha.
She is like a ghost that lingers in my mind, the world, and even every moment I communicate with the lost.
Perhaps it's a sign of some sort of traumatic stress disorder?
He looked down, and at some point his hands emitted a burst of orange-red flames.
The slight heat is not scalding, but it is rolling and gushing out.
until……
A series of bumps came.
Laite suddenly discovered that the time around him had returned to the normal flow rate, and the light and flames instantly turned into nothingness.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."
The brief jolt caused him and Moros to sway back and forth and almost slip to the ground.
Even Brett, who had been sleeping peacefully, was awakened by this jolt, yawned hugely, and looked around sleepily.
"Where are you?" Brett asked Lite and Moros with a confused look on his face as he rubbed his itchy silver-white hair vigorously.
"I just woke up not long ago. But I should have passed an old city ruins just now, and now we are almost driving to the Gobi." Laite answered quickly.
"To put it in more professional terms, we have just passed through the ruins of the old city of Chekavsk and are now on the upper line of the 'Zhixin-03'. There are still about 15 kilometers to reach the semi-abandoned 'Dunji' station. It is about 15 kilometers away from Donwu.
The temporary camp in Skok is still 300 kilometers away. And the estimated arrival time should be around 9 p.m. This route is often contaminated by unintentional human scorchants, so the driving speed will not be too fast," Moros said.
He pointed to the corner of the steel-colored metal tabletop, where a military map produced by the "Chekavsk Dark Night Light Factory" was stacked, as well as a military compass.
"No need. Speaking of which, it feels good to come out of dim cities like Sokra and Chekavsk. Do you still remember what I told you this morning?" Moros had a kind smile on his face.
"Morning? What?" Laite felt clear and awake due to the potion, and his mind, freed from the shackles of nightmares, suddenly fell into confusion.
Morning? Morning? Haven't I been dreaming?
Yes, how did I get on the train? I also brought this neat guard uniform, the silver-white helmet on the side, and the "Zhou Yuan" brand rifle that I hadn't used in a few days.
But how on earth did I do this? I have no idea at all?
It seemed that I had just experienced a gray dream of talking to the "young wolf", saw the "lamp of hope" shattered, and then boarded the train directly?
Memory... something went wrong?
"There's something wrong, I don't remember..." Laite murmured.
Brett and Moros looked at each other.
Immediately afterwards, Moros gently patted Laite's shoulder and said in a soothing tone:
"It should be a memory barrier phenomenon, it's normal."
"normal?"
"Yes. It is a normal phenomenon for superpowers to overuse the magic source power to form spirits. And I can feel that the magic source power in your body seems to be different from that of the lost people I have come into contact with. But it should also be unable to be overdrawn.
Category one," Moros explained.
First, no overdraft; second, no bleeding.
The frighteningly sweet voice of the girl who claimed to be the "Daughter of the Machinery" whom he met in his dream before waking up in Migov Hospital after the battle with Yato echoed in Laite's ears again.
"As long as you reduce the use of magic power in the next battle. I don't know what you did with magic power before. But the reality is that Brett and I personally took you from the military management office to the city station and checked
After getting weapons, mission arrangements and documents, you boarded the train. You told us that you were going to execute all the Lost in the Silent Highlands in accordance with the orders of the Empire. Brett reminded you, hoping that some of the Lost in the Church would be useful to the committee. If you want
If you are looking for the 'Daughter of the Tool Element', you cannot have killing as your sole purpose."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Moros deliberately lowered his voice when he mentioned the "Daughter of the Mechanical Element" to prevent him from being noticed by the Lost Ones lurking in the train.
"I did use the magic source power to form a spirit, but can you allow me to tell you the reason after entering the Silent Highlands? I promise that I won't use the magic source power to form a spirit for the time being. I'm afraid that someone will be caught in my memory lake time.
Manipulating and doing something dangerous. I don’t want to... seek death." Laite said with a hint of panic in his black eyes.
"It's okay, just pay attention." Brett cast a kind and caring look.
Along with the train's "rumbling" sound and traveling speed, it gradually weakened until it stopped.
Laite saw the "Silence" station described by Moros outside the window.
After making an excuse to deal with the distension and pain in his lower abdomen, Laite waved his hands to Brett and Moros, and got off the "Perpetual Motion" train during the short half-hour of docking time.
Stepping on the solid ground that smelled of scorching heat, Laite walked along a path covered with weeds toward the back of the station.
On the one hand, he has a natural curiosity about the wilderness of the Gobi, and has a deep pursuit of the endless vast space and the earth-toned space.
On the other hand, there were no washrooms or public restrooms here, so he had to avoid the soldiers chatting and smoking on the platform to resolve private issues.
After walking along the half-height weeds for almost 10 minutes, Laite could see the location of the station from a distance. He finally solved the most personal and thorny problem.
Just as he was about to turn around and return to the "Eternal Motion" train, a long whip made of blood suddenly rushed out from the weeds in front of him.
Whoosh!
Accompanied by a whistling sound, a strong breath of fire and pure red light, the long whip hit his defenseless head with black hair.