Steel steam and flame

The body was as stiff as the woman, but it was not in an ice sculpture-like state, it was just the feeling when Cassia was so shocked that she couldn't speak. He quickly glanced at the surrounding scene from the corner of his eyes and found that the scenery in the train was still the scenery in the train. It had not turned into a piece of living mud as it had not long ago. The skull was still lying there quietly, not floating.

However, chills still broke out all over the body, and the cold sweat was unstoppable. After a while, Cassia felt that her throat was extremely thirsty. At this time, the operation of various systems in the body completely lost control of the brain, and she was completely losing all the functions she should have. balance.

Not daring to close her eyes, Cassia was afraid that when she opened her eyelids again, the surroundings would have turned into darkness. He didn't know how he fell asleep tonight. He felt that the whole train was weird. Now he could only concentrate on it, and his thoughts seemed to be rubbing out burning sparks, but he felt that in this state It's just good.

With difficulty keeping her eyes away from the two empty eye holes, Cassia looked at the woman who fell on the floor. It was discovered that she still had basic breathing, but it was getting slower and slower, and she was entering the same living corpse state as the passengers around her. She seemed to be forced into a deep sleep by her skull.

I tried my best to forget about the golden skull in my mind, but the tangible sight was like the beam of light emitted from a strong flashlight. It penetrated the carriage door without any bend, and pierced Cassia's eyes who were hiding behind. The body was completely enveloped.

Her body was a little out of control, and Cassia wanted to close the door to block this intense gaze, which was like a fantasy.

It's just a skull. No matter how magical it is, it's nothing more than a dead object made of gold. Even more magical, maybe it has been specially processed by the magnetic field, and it carries electromagnetic waves of a certain special frequency, which can affect the surrounding biological groups in a certain range. Because the operator's body has evolved in an all-round way and is more sensitive to this invisible thing than ordinary people, that's why he is in his current situation. Cassia comforted herself in her heart, running through all the scientific knowledge she had learned so far in her mind, as if she had found the key to it.

But I still had no idea in my heart. My brain gave the command to close the door, but the command that should have been completed immediately was not responded to by the actual actions of my body. One is because his body really has no strength at this moment. The other is of course his own curiosity.

After becoming a surgeon for so many months, Cassia originally thought that her understanding of the world had begun to approach the innermost structure, but it seemed that she was still far from being familiar with it. My own limitations are still too great, and the military school is not the whole of the empire.

He mentally resisted closing the door because he also wanted to see what this golden skull was.

Suddenly, Cassia thought of the mission of the Holy Emperor's Hall, to capture the escaped saint and retrieve the remains of the thirteenth generation Holy Emperor.

Is there any necessary connection between the two? Cassia had one more thing to think about in her mind. Saintess does not refer to a single person, but to a group in general. They are all female, representing the supreme purity in the church. They are cultivated from childhood until they reach a certain age. As for the upper limit of this range, it seems to vary from person to person. There are saints in various churches in the empire who handle various matters. Unlike the Holy Messenger, it may be more appropriate to call the Saint here the manager and worker of the church.

The girl's age seems to be just right for the saint's training range, and in the past two days, when Cassia accidentally saw the girl, the extremely high etiquette she showed can also be related to the saint's harsh education. . In the eyes of fanatics, the church is a place where gods are enshrined. Every worker there should be the best and purest person in the world to be qualified.

However, Taranto has not reported any abnormalities in the data in the past two days, and the target has always been quite far away from us. The Oria region is still far away on the horizon, and the intermittent signals seem to indicate that the girl in front of us has nothing to do with our mission. As her eyes continued to stare into the car, the sight of the golden skull seemed to become more and more intense, and Cassia had no chance of ignoring it.

At this moment, the other four people saw the woman fall, her skull rolled to the floor, and her body trembled at the same time. As if they had seen something terrible, their already pale faces were now as white as wax. The eyes followed the rolling of the skull and stopped in the middle of the carriage.

As if they were afraid of breaking their skulls, they all breathed a collective sigh of relief when they saw that the straightened skulls were still intact, except for the little girl. The sound of crying never reached Cassia's ears, but he could feel the girl's fear and helplessness at this moment. After all, even if the girl is really a saint in a church somewhere, she is still a young girl. Then the pair of eyes that were shedding tears hurriedly scurried around the train carriage, even if it was one percent, or one thousandth, or one ten thousandth, or even an even smaller and unattainable probability, It couldn't change the final result. At this moment, the girl's eyes met the eyes of Cassia who was looking at the past.

It was a cry of surprise, joy, and seeing hope after almost despair. The girl's tears became even bigger and fell down her thin cheeks, hitting her white skirt and pink shoes. The cry got louder and finally reached Cassia's ears behind the door.

She didn't know what it felt like in her heart. Cassia only felt uncomfortable. She didn't know if she was affected by something or was infected by something invisible and weird. He had an hallucination, as if the wind was blowing a bagpipe in his skull at this moment, making a low trembling sound.

Feeling the sudden change in the girl, the man holding the gun next to him pressed the muzzle of the gun against the girl's head more roughly. Just as he was about to say something to intimidate the crying girl, his eyes spread across his skull like a tide, and he looked forward, looking at the door in front of the carriage and behind a gap. A pair of eyes that have become extremely cold for some reason.

"Bang!"

There will be countless accidents in everyone's life, but the man's head exploded without any accidents.