"That's a laser that belongs to technology, and it's also a ray that belongs to magic. I feel it, Laite, that "laser" is not only the power of the "Dark Crest", but also the power of MB-008: Child of the Night. "
Fansuo explained, his eyes staring directly at "Sinais" who was standing there roaring with eight tentacles tumbling continuously. He didn't know whether he was shocked by its power or suppressed by the power of the sequence monster.
""Children of Tomorrow Night"? Is it the S-rank monster you just mentioned? What's special about it? " Laite asked.
"At the moment...there is no other information."
"No information?" Laite was surprised, then sighed softly:
"Then we have to fight hard and use our strength to get the information."
"However, I have seen a few words about the "Children of Tomorrow Night" from His Highness Yin Fante. After all, he thought I was a talent and wanted to develop me. He also promised me that after the war, the new empire's cabinet would not have a consul, but would restore the old system. Aaron would become the first prime minister of the new empire, and I would enter the cabinet and hold an important position. Fansuo's eyes suddenly became bright and clear, revealing a look of longing mixed with satisfaction.
"Compared to...the status after the war, I am more concerned about the current situation." Laite pointed his gun at "Sinais" not far away.
Fansuo turned around and saw that the monster that had just knocked out several people in the altar was baring its sharp fangs. A mixture of sticky black residue and scarlet, foul-smelling blood was flowing out from near its mouth, and it was shouting manically.
Moreover, his eight tentacles were fluttering wildly and wildly, hitting the ground with all their strength, trying to destroy the altar that was obscured by dark clouds and on the edge of the cliff.
"Don't worry, Laite." Fansuo's expression suddenly became relaxed, and he said casually and in a strange tone:
"Everyone will face death, and the existence of many people is nothing more than consumables. Just like the woman named Yina, she may be the princess of the Crusted Empire. John rescued her, and Aaron helped her recover just to use her singing voice. "
"The kind of song that induces evil in people's hearts, confuses people's cognition, and leads people to collapse is inherently evil. Humans who possess it will be burned by the light and burn to ashes after the advent of the new world. Including Oliver, That [Twin] betrayed his leader. Death is the best destination for such a traitor. Of course, before anyone discovers his ugly behavior.
As for the other two, they are indeed dispensable to a certain extent. The empire will not be sad because of the loss of a "Lost One" who surrendered, and His Highness Yin Fante will not be devastated by the death of his teacher. So, you don’t have to worry, Laite. Relying on them to consume more of "Sinais"'s power, wouldn't it be nice for you to take the opportunity to defeat him, and then just the two of us enter the realm of gods? "
"You're so scary!" Laite looked at the young-looking "Lost One" with a childish voice, the Cardinal of the Church of Dark Night, "Mysterious Voice" with a shocked face.
Just now, when passing through the sea of sunflowers, he acted very "normal", like a "wise man" who knew the gods, myths and history very well.
In order for Laite to "see" the battle in the altar, he stabbed his own heart and used the liquid flowing inside to help Laite gain insight into everything.
But now, he said such an argument that was contrary to the imperial education that Laite had received and the value system advocated by the empire.
Is this the true nature of Fansuo, or is he contaminated by the power of monsters or dirty filth?
At least, with Laite's observation and perception, he did not think Fanso was an evil egoist.
As if reading Laite's thoughts, Fansuo showed a bitter smile, turned around and looked up at Laite and said:
"You must think that I am a villain, an egoist, a madman who only knows how to plunder and satisfy himself, right? Indeed, such people are not uncommon in the wasteland world, and this kind of value is not wrong to a certain extent. , and even some people’s fans, such as “Ruin Hunters”. But I don’t say this entirely from my heart.
you are rare
With the profession of [Order], in the future you will definitely be a "god" above all others, and you must learn to be cruel. For gods, life is life. It can be objects, consumables, or garbage that can be seen everywhere. You don't have to pay or sacrifice yourself for anyone's life, even if someone sacrifices for you. "
"Mr. Wright, do you know? The road to the Black Iron Throne is always covered with blood, either your blood or your enemy's. The compassion that exists in your heart is limited to letting others think you have mercy. It's enough for you. You must learn to be cruel, understand killing, and have ruthlessness. [The Orderer] cannot be hung in the Lord's Church for people to pay homage to the Virgin, but an existence that is willing to sacrifice everything and work hard for a goal. Please wait now, please Waiting for a suitable enough opportunity."
The second half of Fansuo's words was almost like a roar. He seemed to be advising a stubborn person with a rock-hard heart to "open up his heart."
He believes that pure kindness and justice must be the most unreal existence. People who uphold these will eventually fall into endless madness and eventually suffocate like running out of air. The holiness sent down by the gods is just an illusion that makes people continue to be enslaved. Those who believe in those will eventually be forgotten in the darkness, in the abyss, or even bury themselves in the whispers of demonic dreams in pure illusion!
It seems he succeeded!
He saw that the redness in Laite's eyes was a little stronger.
In less than half a second, Laite's expression changed from anxious to angry. He clenched his teeth and made a "crunching" sound. He clenched his fist tightly with his left hand and held the pistol in his right hand, causing a large area of his skin to turn white. color.
In fact, a breath of killing and death, more despairing than "mourn", a shuddering breath "spurted" out of Laite's body, making Fansuo's heart "thump" involuntarily.
A few seconds later, looking at "Sinais" who was still stubbornly going crazy on the spot with electric currents crisscrossing his body like a purple snake, Laite gritted his teeth and almost said:
"The few words about..."Children of Tomorrow Night", what exactly are...! "
"That's it..." Fansuo cleared his throat and said:
"The long cold nightclub has gone away, and the blazing sun has risen where Liyue fell. Layers of cages trap the young man who sees through everything. Only by peeling away the illusion can we see the reality."
"Is that all?" Laite asked sullenly.
"Of course... I think it's enough for you, an imperial soldier with red magic power, a human with endless potential as a [Order], and enough for you to defeat the new human "Sinais" who has consumed most of his power. . I'm...I'm looking forward to it..." Fansuo was like a mental patient, twisting his body on the spot and saying in a distorted tone mixed with a hint of excitement:
"Looking forward to your cruelty, killing and viciousness!"
Snapped!
A slap fell on Fansuo's face unexpectedly.
Laite's slap was so hard that it not only left a clear fingerprint on Fansuo's face instantly, making him feel burning pain, but also made him freeze in place, with a look of disbelief on his face and a resentful expression on his face. He looked at Laite.
"I will not betray the education I received, let alone my ideals. If I were evil, I would feel sorry for those who died for me. Becoming a god who rules over everything does not just rely on deception, killing and conspiracy. Ruthless. You have to learn to believe in the light." Laite said, leaving a smile like a gentle sunshine on the corner of his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, he roared, flapped his dragon-like wings, kicked off the ground with both feet, and suddenly leaped into the air, leaving a circle of smoke and dust in place.
A few seconds later, Laite landed smoothly in front of "Sinais", looking up at the monster formerly known as Imperial General Kayingu with a solemn expression, his lips moved, but in the end he did not utter a single word.
Then, he pointed the muzzle of the "Crazy Bear" pistol at the ground, bowed slightly, and silently recited words such as "I salute you."
This is what he should do after he warned George "not to forget the hero" when he saw George for the first time in the Socratic City Library after waking up in this world.
Even though Kayingu is not a sculpture, a body, or a living human being at the moment, he is worthy of respect.
After completing this action, Laite's eyes became sharp, his legs slightly bent, he picked up the "Crazy Bear" pistol in his right hand, pointed it at "Sinais"'s forehead, where the "Dark Crest" existed, and shot.
boom! boom! boom! …
Six consecutive rounds of bullets, mixed with indifferent flames, struck towards "Sinais".
This attack consumed all the bullets in the magazine of the "Crazy Bear" pistol.
Therefore, after the attack, Laite quickly inserted the pistol back into his waist. His whole body trembled and he exerted force, controlling the six "Touches of Darkness" to continue to grow, reaching a length of nearly ten meters.
Laite could clearly foresee the result of the pistol attack just now. As he expected, with a casual whistling sound, the bullet was instantly bounced away by a layer of blue defensive barrier when it came into contact with the "Dark Crest".
However, the bullet attack at least attracted "Sinais"'s attention.
After a slightly sluggish pause for two or three seconds, it finally stopped its crazy state.
Immediately afterwards, he leaned forward slightly, turned his eight tentacles to the back, twisted his non-human head, and his Gorgon-like "hair" swayed, seeming to be staring with interest at this person who dared to be alone. The "little guy" who challenged him.
A few seconds later, along with the sound of thunder, a harsh, half-laughing noise came out of "Sinais"'s throat.
Then, he surged the magic power in his body as much as possible, thereby increasing the pressure, causing his mouthparts to open and close slightly, condensing pure black power.
"Are you going to use rays again? Although I don't know whether this is the power of the "Dark Crest" or the "Children of the Night", I still want to have a try with you! "
Thinking to himself, Laite stretched out his hands and changed from palms to fists, surging with extraordinarily abundant red magic power.
Immediately, a large number of red particles emerged from Laite's side, and a bright red color instantly filled his fist.
Within a second, the red particles gathered together and formed. After flashing through ripple-like ripples, a huge shield with a "two-headed eagle holding an iris in its mouth" pattern appeared in front of him, like a projection.
In an instant, after the "stab" sound, whether it was a coincidence or intentional, pure black rays shot directly into the eyes of the double-headed eagle on the shield, absorbing part of the surrounding light, making everything darker.
Different from the effect of the attack on the people at the altar just now, what surprised even "Sinais" was that the moment the dark rays came into contact with the "Eagle Shield of the Red Kite", it was absorbed into it as if it had fallen into the endless universe. , without causing any substantial attack effect.
Feeling the increasingly cold hands and the increasingly dull shield, Laite quickly noticed something.
As the power accumulated in the shield reached the edge of losing control, before the red part completely turned into darkness, Laite once again surged the red magic source power in his body, whispered the incantation for spirit formation, and pushed the shield hard. Colliding into the body of "Sinais".
Zhila-zila-zila!
The purple electric arc wrapped around the huge body of "Sinais" instantly turned into a silver-white existence after contacting the shield.
They continue to converge towards the contact point between the shield and the body, trying to block the invasion of pure black power emanating from the huge body itself.
bump!
A deafening explosion sounded. The silver current could not withstand the double attack of the shield and the pure black power. It seemed to be overloaded and exploded instantly.
Scarlet blood mist suddenly spread around, and the suspended body of "Sinais" began to become shaky.
As a large mass of fluff on his chest fell to the ground along with the red flesh and blood, the mysterious power that maintained the suspension broke away. He fell heavily to the ground, losing more than half of his combat effectiveness.
Looking at the huge monster lying on the ground, struggling to get up again, Laite actually felt a trace of extreme exhaustion.
As if affected by the power of pure black rays, messy pictures began to flash in Laite's mind.
Fighting, sinful, chaotic, bloody
, and there were many reminiscences of facing death that impacted his mental realm at inappropriate times, making his whole body feel swollen and his head almost exploding in pain.
As Laite covered his head and struggled in place, "Sinais" let out an unwilling roar.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his huge white tiger-like claws and grabbed Laite's chest!
when! Wow! Stab!
There was a "sweet" sound from the collision of metal, followed by a sound like metal cutting sharp steel plates, and finally the terrifying muffled sound of flesh being sliced open.
After the initial numbness, the pain penetrating into his heart happened to "awaken" Laite.
After realizing that he was being attacked, Laite relied on the "Touch of Darkness" to support the ground, jumped up suddenly, and landed lightly on the railing at the edge of the altar.
After landing deftly on the ground, he looked towards his chest.
The silver-white tactical armor that was attached to the chest and closely adhered to the flesh was cut open abruptly. The scratches on the left were shallower, but a layer was pulled down by the way, revealing Laite's plump chest and the glowing heart. A heart of blue light.
But the scratches to the right were very deep. Wherever you looked, you could see dense white bones. The flowing blood even dyed the silvery white areas of some tactical armors red.
