215 people are completely normal. In the ward, they start to use their accumulated wealth to buy some drinks.
21 people suffered from some sequelae and slept with grenades under their pillows.
One person fell into the Six Natures of Source Power.
Among these victims, there was only one who was forced to awaken the source of power, and was pushed into the demonic ability in one breath, possessing the reverse nature of the six natures of the source of power.
Awakening talent.
It should be a happy thing.
But the Heart Seizing Order used pain and regret to tap into this demonic talent, and accelerated its loss of vitality thousands of times through secret techniques, and finally gave birth to the most suitable [Human Pillar].
Just looking at this middle-aged man with a beard and a veteran look.
Absolutely unimaginable.
Only a month ago, he was a young boy who had just turned twelve.
"What do they want you to do?"
"have no idea…"
"What did they do to you?"
"have no idea…"
The numb expression, unable to adapt to the adult's voice, and the strange and startled sound produced by speaking in a child's tone and speed, came from the throat of this 'child'.
Gwen could not discern the expression on the face of this 'child' whose physical age was close to fifty-five years old.
but.
There was unforgettable hatred in his empty eyes.
This hatred is like glycerin.
Just like the piles of dry yellow leaves on the driest autumn day that makes one's skin crack.
Just a little bit.
A little spark.
It will become a fire that destroys all things.
…
Medical outside.
Long Yan came in person, with Midelia beside him.
"Is he the only one being treated like this?"
If it weren't for the overwhelming feeling in the ward, Gwen would have made a joke about a 'ventriloquist' by now, wondering if Midelia was secretly using ventriloquism and puppetry to control dragon flames, but she was not in the mood right now.
"He's not the only one."
"..." Long Yan stood still.
"He is the only one left."
Before Gwen offered her condolences, it was Tu Xiu, the big cat sister, who went to comfort the other party first and conducted the first round of questioning. Under Tu Xiu's friendly appearance, the child recounted his experience. It was roughly like a family arena, feeding
Family bones... such a cruel and inhumane behavior, it was only after carrying these that he awakened one of the six natures of source power, and possessed the absolutely tyrannical source power among the first-stage source power.
but……
Even if he is a wizard full of magic, the price he pays is a huge life force, which is even greater than what he pays on the surface.
Fifteen days of life is the doctor's judgment.
Gwen had the obligation to tell Long Yan about this matter, hoping that Long Yan's wisdom could determine the cause of this young man's tragedy.
"There are about fifteen days of natural life left. What do you think the heart-stealing cult is for?"
"..." Long Yan remained silent.
Mideliya couldn't help but shook her head, "Maybe it's a source bomb?" She suggested, or proposed, or put forward an opinion in a tone that clearly showed disgust for her own existence, "Maybe,
We need to arrange a swing car for him, enough food and water for fifteen days..."
Send him to death? For the first time, Gwen realized Mideliya’s true face.
"That's enough." Long Yan said.
He was silent for a moment, and then said something slightly weak and unbecoming of a commander:
"Maybe there will be a turn for the better."
…
Hot spring mountain.
The chaos caused by the night raid is not over yet.
The damage caused by the explosion was unexpectedly terrible, and a large number of continuous flames are still burning raging to this day. The sky seems to be boiling, and the heat and humidity of the hot spring mountain itself has turned the place into a purgatory on earth.
A girl in black robe, accompanied by two priests, walked towards the No. 2 ammunition depot where she was killed.
The girl in black robe folds her hands.
The flames bypassed her.
"Brother Priest..." The Mind Seizer cultivator who was in charge of putting out the fire was sweating profusely, "...this fire, this fire is weird! Brother Priest, we can't put out this fire at all."
really…
The girl in black robe raised her chin slightly and let out a dark laugh.
"It's natural."
On a whim, the monster who had returned from hell in the skin of a girl explained to the cultist whose legs were shaking in front of him.
"pain."
It's face is filled with joy.
"Source power, pain. When a person's pain is mixed with the pain of being reduced to such a situation, the source power based on hatred is the best catalyst and the best accelerant. You cannot extinguish his pain.
Nature cannot extinguish this flame."
An indescribable viscous feeling of disgust crept up everyone's spine.
The monster in the shape of a girl did not tell how miserable the 'miserable situation' was and how painful the 'painful state' was, but the joyful feeling of laughing at misfortune and singing hymns for pain in the words showed that the person who is continuing the flame of hatred at this moment
pain of.
Even the monster felt the pain pleasurable.
Yes.
These people think so and dare not look at it again.
The two priests looked at each other, and the evil power continued to form a barrier, blocking the evil power that the monster was unconsciously or intentionally emitting.
"Hehehe..."
The girl in black robe stepped forward and walked forward, but the flame avoided it again.
Even the flame full of hatred dare not go against its will.
The two priests gritted their teeth and followed.
Entering the bombing zone that had been turned into ruins and emitting terrifying heat waves, the two men, led by the monster in black robes, began an inhuman search. What were they looking for?
What is it that requires a minion of the Eternal One and two powerful priests to search for it?
"At this!"
The priest searched patiently and finally found some results. He quickly called it over loudly.
After the girl in black robe came over, she moved some of the ruins on the ground.
A hand as black as carbon was revealed under the rubble.
Buried, an eye that was blind but still filled with hatred spreads the aura of curse and darkness.
The girl in black robe laughed happily:
"We've found you, Mr. Cadwick."
…
Yuanli has a certain degree of predictability.
Gwen felt a bad feeling.
It seems that somewhere, a creature with hatred for the entire Utopia is being born.
This intuition is too obvious.
There are certain signs of changes in the celestial phenomena and climate. Coupled with the changes in temperature and the vague resonance of the source of energy, Gwen can't wait to pack herself into a super-high tower, where there is no one.
An An at the top of the tower interpreted this sign with peace of mind... No, that's not right!
Something went wrong!
what happened?
Ever since I was able to turn my hair into a small one, how come the thought of finding a high tower to live in solitary and admiring my life kept tickling my heart?
Itchy!
But you must not do this...
No, no, no, rather than saying that it can’t be done, it’s better to say that it ‘should be done’? As long as this is done, will the most powerful legal department in Fawania... Damn it, is there such a company in the world of witches?
Gwen was very interested in Fawania's information, but the Witch Lord had a character that was too late to gain anything. Even if Gwen won eighteen consecutive gold medals in the Lord's network, the other party would not reply to messages. If General Yue had
With this energy, Ah Jin has been defeated long ago!
Is this your business?
But no matter how angry Gwen is, the other party will always say, "This is how I do business." This is a matter of course. If Gwen's own opinions are put aside, the market for the Witch Lord is actually a complete seller's market. They
There is no need to rush to sell the goods, their sales network is simple and clear, big VIP, small VIP, ordinary customers. If Gwen can spend a thousand Favaniya gold lei now, then there is guaranteed to be a dedicated clone to serve him
, before he runs out of money!
"Aren't they worried that customers won't come back?"
Gwen complained about the witch race to Petunia, who was sitting on the table with her slender thighs folded together and wearing a completely immodest nun's uniform with a high cut.
Penny is in a good mood recently.
Not only was Gwen’s fuel supply good, but also because Aqiao and Huita had made friends with a medium-sized maintenance cat lantern. Two bears and one cat maintained her body every day.
Just like rubbing your feet, taking a bath and massaging your legs every day.
So comfortable!
In Fawania, the tax refund she had been claiming for many years was settled. Penny already admired Da Vinci in her heart. He was an experienced man who knew the unspoken rules of Fawania! Penny felt comfortable.
He leaned back to relax his waist, opened and closed his delicate lips, and breathed out.
"Don't worry. Witches are all like this, they want money and are shameless. If you are willing to be their client, even if you criticize them in person, most of them will tolerate it."
"What a cruel race. Isn't it okay to change the Lord?"
"Of course. In Favaniya, it is very simple and common to change the person you follow. The Favaniya witch I admire has had eight ups and downs in her long life.
Object of allegiance.”
What little fairy? No, this is Da Fengxian.
Gwen almost squirted out a mouthful of water, and then comforted herself. Maybe Penny's understanding of 'N ups and N downs' was different from her own. The 'up' she understood must be at least at the level of a 'rich businessman', right?
Maybe…
Lowering her voice and looking at the door, Yuanli checked in and confirmed that no one was eavesdropping. Then Gwen continued to ask Penny about Fawania: "The witch you admire is an idol star? She is a red-top businessman.
? Or a political tumbler?"
"You have an original connection with Fawania." Penny stretched out her slender thighs wrapped in dark black stockings and flexed her toes, "The Fawania star ring has been unified many years ago.
, its highest ruling class can be understood as the cabinet. The witch I admire always holds the position of at least the powerful minister, and even reaches the rank of prime minister, do you understand?"
So amazing.
Gwen felt a little bit doubtful about her loyalty to the witch. This kind of change of camp should be the same as the Conservative Party jumping to the Labor Party, right?
But he couldn't comment, so he skipped it: "So after changing the Lord, the other Lords..."
Penny glanced at him: "The other Lords will be exactly the same. Gwen, you have to know that the Fawanians have a pathological trait of keeping promises. The treatment agreement they have set with each other will not change jobs because of you.
Things change when you change jobs. You are not a Fawanian, or not yet. If you are a Fawanian, then you can indeed improve your salary by changing jobs, but you are not. You and I
Same, now they can only be regarded as some kind of 'interesting little animals', nothing more."
"All right."
Gwen lowered her head, sighed, and rested her chin on Penny's thigh.
Head up.
"Then tell me why I have this urge."
"Which impulse?"
"I want to live in a high tower and interpret prophecies and omens at the top with peace of mind. This impulse." He was afraid that the other party would not be able to understand his feelings, so he emphasized his tone, "This is not a joke, it is serious, very serious.
Seriously... a sudden impulse."
When Penny heard what he said, she also showed a serious expression.
Sister Train thought for a moment, "Not before?"
"Not once."
"Did you get it after going to Hot Spring Mountain, or did you get it after integrating the Lord's dangerous technique?"
"I...probably came to... after I was in Hot Spring Mountain, right?" Gwen wasn't sure, "Pursuing the feeling of loneliness?"
Sister Train thought to herself: What a talent.
Witchification.
Evil, a process of sin.
The Witch of Farvania can transform creatures into the same kind through some evil rituals, but besides this, there is another way.
Infused with the blood of the witch.
But injecting the witch's blood is extremely dangerous. After injecting 'blood', the chance of survival is only one in a million. The Utopians invented a syringe for segmented source injection. Through this syringe, the witch's blood is injected
It was transformed into the virtual body and penetrated into the source power of the virtual body. Then through the 'expansion and distortion' of the virtual body source power, a trace of the power belonging to the Fawanians was absorbed.
This is the truth behind the injection of witch's blood by Utopia's high-level source of power.
The advantage is that the chance of survival has increased to 90%. Except for the really unlucky ones, basically everyone can survive.
The disadvantage is that it deviates from the way of the witch and enhances the source power technique through the shadow of the witch's way.
The six natures of source power are the research results of the six natures of the Witch of Fawania.
The beautiful young man with black hair and red eyes in front of him must have triggered the witch's nature and started to be affected in every aspect.
Likes to live alone, likes to be lively and secretive, and more and more coquettish.
There is also adaptability to strength.
Penny became jealous.
but.
It's not the emotion of wanting to destroy the other person out of jealousy.
Just like when a friend draws a good card, you will naturally be jealous, but you will not have the extreme mentality of "merging the other person's account".
"About this."
How do you tell a Utopian that you are actually a Fawanian by birth?
Just like, how did Grand Master Dong say to Lu Bu, "You are born to be my adopted son"?
Penny hesitated.
She saw Gwen's attitude of turning a blind eye to her own problems and not hearing or asking.
If the words "You are born to be a Pravanian" are said at this time, I am afraid it will cause rejection, and rejection may slow down the smooth evolution...
Damn it, did Leonardo da Vinci think that Gwen would raise this question sooner or later, so he ran away in advance?
As a train, Penny felt that her body was sweating for the first time.
Gwen’s origins are not ordinary…
If it's because of my own suggestions...
A picture emerged in Penny's mind. The two Favanian witches held their arms and looked at the crying Gwen, then looked at themselves, and then said something like "Sure enough, it's better to scrap the train if it doesn't work."
