"It seems like you know us very well." Feier's true identity was revealed, but the expression on his face remained calm, even a little playful: "Do you mind telling me what else he said to you?
I don’t think there’s just a name, right? What kind of image do we have in his mouth? In fact, I have had this doubt for a long time, that is, how the betrayer would describe his old master to satisfy my curiosity.
Come on, Gundaruff. In this way, maybe I will be a little gentler when I pierce your heart with Longinus, the death thorn spear."
"The most accurate thing about his description of you is this overly strong and unreasonable self-confidence. Now I have seen it with my own eyes."
Gundaruff said coldly, while glancing vaguely at the dark night outside the swamp, and saw that the silver airship that descended from the sky was still floating quietly in the air, with no intention of joining the battle immediately. In this case, he naturally
I am willing to stay here to delay Feir and buy more time for the friendly forces to fight. If the enemy's new force joins this battle, the werewolves of Silver Moon may be able to barely resist this wave of offensive, but the other aliens are just a ragtag group, and they will immediately
will be washed away.
In this case, the situation will be irreversible.
"Besides, you can't claim to be anyone's master."
He withdrew his gaze and focused it on Feir's face again. He saw a look of interest gradually appearing in her silver-grey eyes, as if she was expecting him to say something interesting to make him happy. She was so casual and casual.
His posture is far different from the cold and majestic Grand Inquisitor in the rumors.
"They are just a group of people gathered for the same ideal. If the faith and energy poured into this ideal can have equal weight on the scale, there will be no saying who is the master of whom, and who has betrayed whom.
"Gandaluf said: "I don't like that guy Solomon very much, but on this matter, I very much agree with his opinion."
Feir took out his ears and said without comment: "If it weren't for the problem with my ears, I would have heard a werewolf talking to me about ideals, and his literary talent is quite good. Who has ever said that you are very suitable for Luostin's theater?
Do they write scripts? In addition, I agree with what you said that no one is the master of anyone, but please don't try to make excuses for Solomon's betrayal. It was the association that made him what he is today, and gave him his current strength and status.
Can he easily erase our efforts just because of the four words "inconsistent ideas"? Don't forget that his current name - Solomon, was given by us. According to what you said, I have to suggest it the next time we meet
He went back to his original name, Salende Elk? Oh, it’s so ugly!”
She spat disdainfully.
"That's because your ideals are too extreme and have irreconcilable conflicts with his ideals - to be precise, they have irreconcilable conflicts with everyone." Gundaruff lowered his head slightly and glanced at the quilt under his feet.
The swamp filled with the sounds of artillery fire and fighting: "Including those here, including the entire Western Continent, and even the continent across the sea... all will become enemies in the great cause of your ideals. Don't you think this is a bit
Is it too extreme?"
"Ha."
Feier never thought that one day she would be pointed at by a stranger and scolded, "You are a little too extreme." She was not angry, but found it funny: "Solomon actually told you this. It seems really inconsiderate."
You look at it as an outsider, don’t you know that some secrets in this world can kill people, and what that guy is best at is arranging the chess pieces in his hands to die, while he hides behind the scenes and watches coldly. Look, now, Solomon has appeared.
? Don’t be too naive, Gundaruff."
"Heh."
Gundaruff never thought that one day he would be pointed at the nose by a human and laughed at, "You are a little too naive." He was also not angry, but just found it funny: "Don't get me wrong, Your Majesty the Grand Judge, not everyone
They are all willing to die in confusion. Solomon told me what the purpose of this information is. I am not interested. I just chose to fight."
Feier smiled and did not answer. She just looked down. Her eyes did not fall on the main battlefield. Instead, she passed by the giant wolf that was as huge as a mountain in the dark fog and looked at the most chaotic place in the swamp.
A place, but the chaos there is not because of how intense the situation is, but because all the different parties participating in the war have ulterior motives. Some are indeed trying their best to resist the offensive of the Holy See troops, but some are fishing in troubled waters, and some even try to
Seek benefits for yourself from this chaos. Golden-maned lions, deer-headed spirits, harpies, vampires, bat monsters, lizards, steppe hyenas, night watchers, ghosts, soul-eating spirits... dozens of them
The combined power of the races was beaten back and forth, leaving them unable to fight back.
The scene looked a little ridiculous, so Feier did laugh out loud: "So, do these guys choose to fight for the same reason? I don't think so?"
"Because they are stupid."
Gundaruff said coldly: "There are only two types of people in the world who will fight against the situation they are in. One is the wise man, who makes a decision with his firm belief; the other is the fool, who makes his choice because of his stubbornness.
They are stupid and become slaves. As for the mediocre, they are inactive and not worth mentioning."
"Do you consider yourself a wise man?"
"Maybe."
"But in my opinion, he is obviously a fool." Feier grinned: "A wise man will not fight a losing battle."
"Not until the end, do you know who will win and who will lose?" Gundaruf took a deep look at Feir, secretly lowered his body and tensed up his muscles: "Come and give it a try, the balance of order is big.
Your Excellency the Chief Judge, or Your Excellency the Witch of the Witch Association, let’s see who wins in this war!”
He suddenly raised his head and let out a long roar into the deep night sky. Different from the previous wolf howls that resonated with the wolves, this roar was sharper and wilder, and contained something that humans could not understand.
, perhaps only one who transforms into a beast can understand the seriousness and indifference of its meaning. With this roar, a hurricane suddenly broke out in the swamp, and the tangible storm violently swept through the surrounding things: from the fragmented mangroves to the animals lurking under the swamp.
Weird insect fish, and even those alien species that had no time to escape the scope of the hurricane... were swept up by the storm, as if they were in a whirlpool, and were involuntarily pulled towards the center of the darkest chaos, and that was Gundaruff's open giant...
The mouth actually stretched across the night like an abyss, as if it wanted to swallow the entire sky into its belly, and those cold fangs shone with a chilling light.
Affected by the storm, the constructors in the nearby area had to use all their strength to activate the fixed wingsuit system on their backs, spurting out a thicker stream of star-blue magic power that almost condensed into a beam. At the same time, they turned and adjusted their angles to form a tight and neat formation.
Only by resisting the force of the storm can we barely escape the scope of this man-made disaster.
The hurricane blew violently, and the sand, earth and rocks flew all over the sky, blocking the view even more than the fog. Feir's ponytail was also blown loudly, and her golden bangs were lifted up, revealing her smooth forehead. She had to stretch out her palm to block it.
In order to prevent the flying sand and stones from splashing into your eyes.
She knew that this was another kind of blood magic of the werewolf tribe, which could devour the surrounding things, dead or alive, thereby changing one's own life state and bursting out with more powerful power. In the past, the founder of Motosh, Saint Junni
Ao relied on this blood magic to swallow the blood of many descendants of divine blood, transforming himself into a "blood drinker" and becoming invincible on the battlefield.
In more recent times, Gundaruff, the "biting evil moon", also used his magic to swallow the shining moon shadow in the night sky, and then he was nicknamed the "Moon-Swallowing Demonic Wolf". At the same time, a few days ago, he also
It briefly swallowed up the Church of Judgment, the headquarters of the Holy See, causing Qiyu Port to plunge into darkness.
Using this magic means that he has decided to fight to the death.
Watching the huge wolf in front of him open its huge mouth and swallowing countless living and dead things, his body gradually underwent changes visible to the naked eye: the silver-white fur stood up one by one, became harder, and the ends
It seemed to be stained with the bright red of blood; the already sharp claws and fangs were more prominent, almost as slender as a sword, and also presented a cold texture of artificial metal; the cold and unruly eyes, the whites of the eyes slowly disappeared, only the beast
The vertical pupils like eyes are expanding and occupying the entire eye socket, looking both majestic and terrifying.
Legend has it that werewolves are aliens that evolved from the ancient wolf species of monsters. Although they have never admitted this, now that they see Gundaruff's appearance, Feir somewhat believes it. In front of him, he is tracing the blood in his veins.
Memory, return to the most primitive and wild attitude.
But.
"That's not enough." Feier took off the black death gun that was tied to the chain behind his back and said with a smile: "If it's just to this extent, even if it's only five minutes, I think-"
"More than enough!"
As the words fell, her figure flickered and disappeared from where she was.
At the same time.
A distorted cry erupted in the void, like a broken mirror.