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Jordan City.

In the highest dome temple.

Pope Mayfields ended his daily prayers, standing in the golden sunlight at dusk, the shrine was bright and empty, and the distant bells echoed in the city.

"Harry, call Brynhill for me."

The old man frowned and seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he opened his eyes and instructed the young attendant beside him in a hurry.

"grown ups."

The attendant in the black robe took a step forward, stroked his chest with his hand, and said respectfully, "The Valkyrie has left Paradise Mountain half a month ago."

"Really?"

Mayfides nodded, then remembered that Brunhill had asked him to bid farewell before.

"Ah, there are always many things that are easy to forget when you get old."

Mayfields shook his head and sighed softly, the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper in the golden sunlight, and the years left a strong mark on him.

He knew that his time was running out.

"If that's the case, then let Archbishop Nubarton come here..." the Pope ordered.

"As ordered!"

The black-robed attendant bowed his head.

Like a shadow under the sun, he quietly left the hall.

Pope Mayfields stood under the statue, motionless, silently thinking about the news he had received from the oracle.

Shortly after.

A strong man in a big red golden silk robe strode forward and appeared in front of Mayfeds.

This man's face is full of flesh, and there are only a few slightly curled withered yellow hair on his head. There is only a black hole left in the place where the bridge of the nose was originally.

This person is Archbishop Nubarton.

Among the red-clothed archbishops, it is also the top group, second only to Brunhill in strength.

Although Nubarton looked fierce and tall, he was quite respectful in front of the old man. When he came to the front and back of Mayfields, he waved his robe and knelt on the ground in a salute, "My lord, I don't know what you told me?"

"The delay is the change, and the monsters frequently appear. The construction of the Linggu Tower must be accelerated."

The figures of the monitor lizard, Adam, willow and other templates appeared in front of Mayfides, and the original old tone became firm and powerful.

"Spiritual Bone Tower..."

Nubarton's expression changed slightly.

The Spirit Bone Tower is a building made of a special crystal.

Its function is also very simple. It is a large-scale and unlimited number of transmission devices. After the construction is completed, the warriors of the Protoss can descend into the perception world with only a small price.

And the better the quality of the Spirit Bone Tower, the stronger the Protoss who can descend with it.

In theory.

The highest quality spirit bone tower.

It can even make the god-king Calendia descend into the perception world.

Of course, the resources required to create a tower of spiritual bones that can carry the power of the king of gods are also astronomical.

The main material required for the construction of the Spirit Bone Tower is called Spirit Bone Crystal.

This rare mineral generally appears in places where the barriers of the world are relatively weak. The void energy in the warp reacts with some elements of the world itself, so that the crystallization remains, and the final result is an extremely rare mineral such as spiritual bone crystal.

And the place that is more deeply affected by the subspace, the first to bear the brunt is the restricted area.

In addition, even if it is not a restricted area, it is a red area with a similar degree of danger. Not only does deadly radiation remain, but it is also likely to have various powerful warp life activities in it.

One can imagine such harsh conditions.

If you want to take the spirit bone crystal, the price you need to pay must be quite high.

Before, in order to mine more spiritual bone crystals, Jordan City had already treated those slaves in an almost cruel way.

A healthy adult, after entering the mine, rarely survives for three months. Either he died of serious injuries during long-term labor and flogging, or he was put on radiation sickness and was brutally cremated. Died among warp life.

Nubarton had taken over these things for a while.

The numb and emaciated slave workers in the mine, the **** corpses, the warp life in the warp... Even as a red-clothed archbishop, he was quite shocked when he saw that hellish scene again.

However, it was just shocking.

Nubaton was born from a noble in the upper city. He had no sympathy for the slaves in the trading city-state, and he didn't care how many people died.

What he was worried about was whether he could do it well.

If done,

How much benefit can I get from His Excellency the Pope?

"How fast do you want to mine..." Nubaton asked in a deep voice, his eyes moving slightly.

"at all costs."

Pope Mayfields said lightly, although he is old, he is quite clear about the temper of his subordinates. At this moment, he didn't even glance at Nubarton to know what this guy was thinking.

"After this matter is completed, you will be given a place in the Ark Project." Mayfides added casually.

Nubarton's eyes lit up, "Is this true?"

"That's natural."

After speaking, Mayfeds seemed a little tired, closed his eyes, waved his hands and stopped speaking.

Nubatun didn't bother to continue, bowed back, and left the temple. The door closed with a bang, the sun gradually slanted westward, and the magnificent temple fell into darkness again.

…

at the same time.

Brunhill and Medes, who left the Holy City half a month ago, were walking on a slightly deserted path.

The military off-road vehicle in which they left the Holy City broke down not long ago.

after all.

The environment in the wild is quite harsh.

The road conditions are difficult, and the off-road vehicle has been able to drive safely all the way up to now, thanks to Brunhill's superb driving skills.

Fortunately, the car is broken though. But along the way, the distance from the destination is not very far. If you continue to walk for a few dozen kilometers, you will find Prince City, one of the twelve trading city-states.

If Brunhill travels alone.

She doesn't care about day or night, she just rushes to the city-state early to get it repaired.

But the current situation is different. Today's weather is a red moon again. With Brunhill's vitality, he is naturally not afraid of the so-called radiation, but the little maid Medes is just an ordinary awakener with ordinary vitality. If If you are exposed to such an environment for a long time, you can easily get radiation sickness.

The wilderness is no better than the holy city.

Here, any injury can not be ignored, a little attention can be life-threatening.

"My lord, have I troubled you?"

As if he had noticed something, Medes, who was wearing a gray robe with a hood over his head, and wrapped himself tightly, said in a low voice, "If you were traveling alone, it would definitely not be so troublesome."

"It's obviously a maid, but I still need you to take care of it..." Medes pursed his lips and whispered, "It's really incompetent."

"Meds, don't say that."

Brenhill took Medes' palm and led her along a path, striding forward, "We are friends and an equal relationship. We each have our own strengths and weaknesses, only when we are together, Only by learning from each other’s strengths is the best state.”

"Does Lord Brunhill have any shortcomings?" Medes asked in a low voice, feeling an indescribable sense of security in his heart.

"Of course…"

Brunhill said without hesitation, "I can't cook delicious meals, I always break the furniture by accident while cleaning, and math... those things always give me a headache. "

Speaking, the Valkyrie's voice paused slightly, and her tone rose, "I found it, the village recorded in the map is in front, we can rest there."

Medes stopped.

His eyes looked in the direction of the Valkyrie's finger.

Sure enough, at the end of the road, a village and town with its back against a mountain appeared in front of the two of them under the blood-red moonlight.

However, what made Brunhill feel a little unsightly was that the small-scale village and town seemed to be burning with fire, from which came the sound of large-scale mechanical struggles, vaguely mixed with the sharp crying of children.

"That village doesn't seem to be very good."

The moonlight is bright tonight. Medes is also an Awakener, his perception ability is far superior to ordinary people, and he also discovered anomalies from the villages and towns.

"Will it be a bandit or something?" After all, it was the first time Medes left the Holy City.

Before that, although she had heard a lot of information about the outside world from her mother, she would only discover the world and the world she really saw when she left the prison-like city and was in this world. The world in my mother's mouth is still very different.

It's more desolate, cruel, and hopeless.

But fortunately…

Medes felt the palm tightly holding his own, and his head rubbed unconsciously on Brunhill's arm.

Some roads feel long when walking alone, but feel short when walking together.

Brunhill didn't notice Medes' little move.

Her pretty brows furrowed, and she said in a serious voice, "In any case, since we have seen this kind of thing, we still have to take a look. I can't sit back and watch the people of the Holy City be oppressed."

"okay!"

Medes knew Brunhill's temper and immediately nodded in support.

…

"Take all the young and middle-aged! Whoever dares to resist will be killed!"

in the burning village.

A bald man with a black cross tattooed on his head is roaring at the trembling villagers in front of him. He is over two meters tall, with strong muscles and a burly stature. He wears a worn-out half-body kinetic armor on his upper body, and the sound of heavy footsteps while walking. Reverberating in the firelight, mixed with the sound of the detonation of wood, in the eyes of the yellow-faced and skinny villagers, Karoo at this moment is like an evil **** crawling out of hell.

"okay!"

Behind Carew, seven or eight young men with various tattoos on their arms holding guns laughed and moved forward.

Everyone in the entire village has been concentrated in the square, and it is not the first time they have come here to capture slaves. No one in the small village dared to resist Karoo's orders.

At this moment, the tattooed boys rushed into the crowd.

Pulling the prey out of the crowd like picking goods.

Carew is talking about young adults.

But in fact, in the previous repeated harvesting in the entire village, the prime-aged men have basically been taken away.

And now, the above is still trying their best to urge them, so when they started this time, even those who were only fourteen or fifteen years old were carried out by the younger brothers like chickens.

Not just men...

Even some good-looking women can't escape the evil hands of these villains.

The above order is for labor, but it is natural to find a way to get some benefits for yourself when you execute it.

In the beginning, it was gold and silver property, and later, it was grain and bacon. Now that there is nothing to eat in the village, I simply grab some beautiful girls for fun.

in the firelight.

The guys from the slave-hunting team laughed and slapped their prey.

Although the village girl had an ordinary appearance, when she struggled, her face swayed, her waist swayed, and her whole body trembled, and she had a different feeling.

"Damn bitch, let me go!"

in the crowd.

A frail middle-aged woman was holding her daughter tightly in her arms and was crying loudly.

In the woman's arms, the girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, her face was immature, and her black and white eyes were full of frightened deer.

"Please, let go of my daughter... If you really can't, you can take me away."

The women were loudly distressed, and the girls were screaming.

But in exchange.

But it's just the wanton ridicule of the slave hunters.

"This **** is so shameless. He wants to seduce us even after a lot of age, and he doesn't even urinate to see what he looks like!" The young man with a long and narrow scar on his face laughed loudly.

He pushed the woman to the ground.

Ignoring the girl's struggle, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com grabbed the collar and pulled it into his arms.

The woman fell to the ground, but she screamed like crazy, her eyes were bloodshot and red, and she opened her mouth to bite at Scarface's arm.

hiss!

Scarface sucked in a breath of cold air.

Unpredictable, he was really bitten, and the wound was very deep and severe, and the pain was in bursts, and dark red bloodstains could be vaguely seen in the firelight.

"Damn mad woman!"

A volcanic rage rose in Scarface's heart.

especially.

Many members of the slave hunting team around were looking at him and laughed loudly. His face flushed, the blue veins on his neck bulged and throbbed, he threw the girl in his arms away, grabbed the woman's hair with the other hand and pulled it away, still on the ground.

"It's a crazy woman, I don't know if you can be as tough as you are now!" Scarface sneered.

He picked up the shotgun in his hand and aimed the black muzzle at the disheveled woman.

There were screams from the crowd.

Not far away, the leader with the black cross tattoo on his head glanced at Scar's face and whistled, obviously not taking the woman's life in his eyes, not only did not intend to intervene, but instead put on a good show. stance, looking at the girl with lewd eyes.

"Bang!"

In the desperate eyes of the girl.

Scarface pulled the trigger and the gun went off, but the bullet didn't come out. At the moment when the gunpowder exploded, the white and powerful hand grasped the barrel of the gun. The alloy forged gun body was kneaded into a ball like a piece of tissue paper. The fragments generated after the blast pierced into the chest of Scarface, and blood spattered. out.

The air suddenly condensed.

Karu's face changed slightly, he raised his head, and when he saw the visitor, he found that he couldn't look away.

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