"Goo. "The chicken, which is fiery red and extremely round, looks around a little dazed.

"Uh......" Enerasilin was stunned for a moment, reconstructing a handful of rice grains and sprinkling them on the walking corpse.

"......" The one-man tall chicken glanced at the rice grains on the side of the walking corpse, and then turned his head to look at Ennacillin, "Goh." ”

"?" Enacyrin swore he saw contempt in the look of that chicken!

"Uh...... Mr. Enasilin?" Nina was a little scared, the chicken was a little taller than her.

"......" Given that the chicken is not currently acting aggressively, Enacyrin beckons it to come over, like a real "summoner".

"Goo, goo. The round, fiery chicken flapped its wings and planned to walk slowly. As soon as it moved, the walking corpses screamed and pounced on it as if they had pressed the start button. From its point of view, it was thirty or forty unknown ghosts rushing towards it like a pot of porridge that had been poured out.

"Goo?!" it was startled, and when it opened its mouth, it was a "fire dragon" more than two meters long - it had an air sac inside it, and the air bag stored a large amount of flammable gas. When it needs to breathe fire, it rubs the beak of the flint structure at high speed and ignites the flammable gas that is ejected.

The flames ignited the walking corpses that rushed towards it, and the flames spread over the rushing corpses as if they had life, except for a few walking corpses in the back, most of the walking corpses had large or small flames, and the flames obviously continued to expand. Walking corpses are not living creatures, they have no eyes and no other senses outside their ears, and naturally do not feel pain. The flames can incinerate them completely, and they spread extremely quickly, making them ideal for dealing with walking corpses in groups.

"Miss Nina, run against the wall, and I'll help you clear the way. "Enercillin's elemental art card "Burning" has been used up, and the painting cards that can still be used at this moment are: "Frozen" two, "Upside Down Studio" two times, "Pistol" one and a half, and "Dagger" two.

It's too much to move with a "pistol", it's too dangerous for a "dagger" to get close, I have to go in "upside down the world" myself, and "frozen" is a monolithic ...... Wait a minute!

Annecillin's eyes lit up, "Ice" is a single damage, yes, what if two "Ice" are applied to the ground? The joints of the walking corpse cannot be bent.

He took the two "frozen" cards out of his pocket, and then jumped up on tiptoe like a sturdy Siamese cat, and landed silently near the walking corpse. Before the walking corpse could react, Eneracillin pasted two "Ice" cards to the ground.

"Freeze. ”

Click

The ground was quickly covered with ice, and the mirror-smooth ice made Enacillicillin nearly unsteady when he got up. The walking corpses who tried to pounce on him after reacting slipped and fell one by one like a queue, and the ground was covered with a layer of walking corpses like dolls with only four joints in their bodies, and they stiffly used their four barely moving joints to keep spinning on the ground, the scene was ridiculous and terrifying.

"Thankfully, Mr. Eglesh focused on my balance, otherwise I would have been in trouble. "Tiptoeing like a Siamese cat around the walking corpse in place, Ernacillin was now extremely glad that his uncoordinated hands and feet had been cured by Eglesh.

"Let's go!" Ernacillic glanced at the round and fiery chicken not far away, and now he didn't have time to take it back. I can only hope that when I come back, the cards are still there, as long as the cards are there, you can recharge, the number of times the creature cards are recharged, and the chicken will still be this chicken at that time, and I can also pretend to be a "summoner" who is very close to the "summon".

......

The three of Mafia stood at the mouth of the alley, a little dazed. They saw the inexplicable glow of fire inside, and heard all kinds of strange and strange sounds crackling. It stands to reason that throwing in a few poor people who were going to leave at night to increase the number of walking corpses shouldn't be too much of a movement, at most the sound of chewing bones.

But something was very wrong today.

First there was the inexplicable light of the fire, then the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, and the faint sound of a rooster or an owl.

Gray and Celt look at each other and go take a look!

The three of them walked into the alley in silence, and the members of the Mafia rarely communicated with each other unnecessarily, and their training from childhood taught them that it was a waste of time.

The three of them stopped somewhat sluggishly around the corner. They saw captive walking corpses whirling in place on the smooth frozen ground, and a one-man tall, red, round chicken moving back and forth in the gaps between them, occasionally pecking at the grains of rice that had been spilled on the ground.

......

Emerging from the hole, Enacyrin breathed in the crisp air of the early morning. It's so oppressive in the refugee quarters, so oppressive that even the ubiquitous psionic energy is languishing.

Take Nina to the joint location and follow the logistics staff to the temporary command office to rest.

The three of them didn't sleep all night, and Enacillicillin had a day's lessons, and after several battles at night, he was already exhausted at this time, but he still had to report the situation immediately, which was his duty.

“...... The basic situation is that Mafia must be eradicated, and the evil deeds of these people for the sake of profit are simply incredible. Eneracillin resisted the urge to yawn, and reported what he had seen in a rare cold and decisive tone.

"Understood, go and get some rest, and when night falls again, we'll go and take Maphia by surprise. Lin nodded, although she had seen the tragic situation of the training camp through the eyes of Ernacillin when she was in the conference room, but after really listening to the description of the person and meeting the victims, Lin felt that these Mafia bastards were even more inhuman than the demons in the shadows.

......

Ernacillin lay in the room of the makeshift command post with a heavy heart.

He lives in a well-off family, his parents love him, and he doesn't worry about eating and drinking, so it is impossible for him to understand these things.

Later, when he grew up a little more, although he was easy to provoke demons, he was lucky enough to meet the association, where he spent his childhood safely and worry-free.

Annecillin's spirituality is extremely high, which means that there are many things that he can easily succeed in if he is willing to work on them. Unfortunately, his biggest flaw is that he is lazy, too lazy to learn, and too lazy to continue learning after learning a little, which leads to the fact that Ernacillin may be able to do everything, but not at all - except for painting and puppet-related skills. But this does not affect him from being protected by the association, after all, who doesn't like a genius who can understand a little, so even if he has access to many things in the association, and he is precocious, he still can't imagine that there will be so much darkness in the world.

His ability to empathize is actually not strong, but when he arrives in the refugee area, when he arrives at the training camp, it is difficult not to be angry when he actually sees and hears those things on the spot.

Is it possible to sell people, sell banned drugs, and do such inhumane things just because of profits?

Ernacillic wondered what if the Society succeeded in this operation and rescued the victims and put them in place? And then what would happen to the people who had been hurt? The injuries that had been done were like deep marks on the trunk of a tree, and it was there, indelible and unforgettable, and that was their worst nightmare of the night. At training camp, everyone was the same, numb in pain, desperate and broken. But what about the gossip that doesn't matter what you've been through, they're just looking for something to have fun.

Ernacillin could not forget the bright, sunny smile that had been fixed on the face of the gray-haired boy since he severed himself.

That's right, help has arrived, in fact, as long as the boy wants to, Ernacillin has the ability to bring him out together. But what's the use? The help is already late, the indelible damage has been engraved there, the accompanying gossip has been waiting for the future, what else can it do? Now it is desperate enough, is it necessary to touch the good and then be kicked back into the quagmire? So the boy chooses to end himself. He has become numb, and he regards death as a destination, because he understands that even if he goes out, words are a weapon to hurt people.

At the end of the day, it's impossible for someone who hasn't experienced that kind of thing to empathize.

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In a dream

"......" Ernacillin found himself being pulled into that chaotic space by his husband, and the twisted vortex in front of him was so rare that no sound came from him at the first time.

“...... Good morning, sir. Ernacillin, out of politeness, greeted the gentleman anyway, even though he had no desire to speak now.

"Early. The gentleman's voice was thoughtful, "Hmm...... You look down. ”

"Uh...... Is it. Enacillin was stunned for a moment and smiled wryly, "Yes, before today, I couldn't imagine that there would be such a ...... in the world Such an inhuman place. ”

"Inhuman? No. The gentleman's voice was unusually cold, "You must know that even demons will not attack the children of the clan. ”

He sighed and continued, "Human beings are a contradiction between the best and the worst. ”

Contradictions...... Ernacillin chewed on the word, he wanted to grab something from it.

"Sir, I have a question. Is late justice still justice?" he hesitated, after all, he had discussed this issue with Leloya a long time ago, and since the damage had already been done, could it still be considered justice?

"Late justice? You're really keen to invent new terms. Let's put it this way, a man cuts down a tree, and at this time another person comes over and denounces him and reports him. Is this justice for the tree? Justice is belated. So, was this tree cut down? So, what is the sentence of justice delayed? It is self-soothing that has nothing to do with people. In my opinion, the so-called justice that comes after the incident is not called justice, but can only be called reparation. ”

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