[My name is Charles, and I'm a private investigator in the Steam Capital, and I'm in a bad mood right now, because I'm watching a massacre, watching the blood flow into a river, watching the corpses pile up into hills, and I can't reverse the situation, whether it's the slaughterer or the slaughtered, they should be people who are full of reverence for life, but they have to do it.

Praise the morning light, and may the radiance of the Goddess be with you. 】

......

Time is the most merciless dinner knife, as it stripped away my only remaining conscience, I gradually became numb, and stared blankly at Mr. Hank, who was resting with a long sword in the distance, at this moment there was no living lizardman in the tunnel, only stumps, blood and increasingly red swords, as if they were still showing off Mr. Hank's glory.

It's just that the glory is a little too heavy, so heavy that Mr. Hank's steady hands are still shaking violently, and so steady that his calm breathing is still rising and falling violently.

Why would these damn lunatics do such cruel things, aren't they human?

Our ancestors relied on unity and blood to buy our peace, why are we now swinging butcher's knives at our compatriots?

Because they are weak, destined to be exploited?

At the end of the day, I don't have enough power to change all this, and if one day, I can get the same power as them, no, more power than them, maybe I can turn everything around.

To create my ideal world, where there is no war, no exploitation, no discrimination, only smiles and equality.

Strength.

I clenched my fists tightly, felt the pain of my nails digging into my skin, a vague promise of purpose in my heart, a dull expression turned to determination, and a hint of longing flashed in my eyes.

First of all, I need great power, so I will definitely join you.

"Hank, you rest for a while, and then leave it to me. By the time I came back to my senses, Mr. Sean, who was beside me, had already stepped on his flesh and blood to walk up to Hank, giving him a big hug regardless of the filth on his body.

At Mr. Hank's nod, I saw the back of Sean's right hand suddenly glow with a dark blue glow, and then a gray mist that sent chills through my body filled the tunnel, a scene a bit like when he summoned the ghost dog before, I guess it was about to summon a new ghost, and it was much more powerful.

As the gray mist cleared, the temperature returned to my body again, and I had not left my gaze, looking at the skeleton beside Sean in a daze, and exhaled a deep cold breath.

The female skeleton, about the same height as Miss Eve, has no flesh and blood on her body, and the white skeleton like a jewel makes it like a perfect work of art in an alternative, except that the rusty sword hanging from her waist and the same rust-eroded bow and arrow on her back are not quite in line with its identity.

If I were its owner, I would definitely give it a good weapon.

But fortunately, Mr. Sean summoned a skeleton this time, and I was not so afraid of the existence of a physical body, but instead looked at it with a hint of appreciation.

But judging from most of the stories, skeletons are generally miscellaneous soldiers, and it doesn't seem to have the majesty of ghost dogs, is it really useful?

Click!

Suddenly, a head with blue flames burning in its eye sockets, turned ninety degrees, stared at me deadly, looking at the churning blue flames, I seemed to read a deep dissatisfaction, or a dissatisfaction against me.

It won't hear what I'm thinking.

Do you want to apologize?

"Spare him, Miss Freya, he's just a rookie who doesn't know anything. Just as I was panicked by the skull's glare, Sean's indifferent voice rang out.

Although there is nothing wrong with what you say, being described by you like this will make me feel a little inferior.

But the female skeleton, known as Freya, let me go at Sean's words, pulled the rust from her waist, and waved it at me like a demonstration.

Sure enough, what kind of master there is, what kind of servant there is.

Click!

This time it wasn't just the skeleton, even Sean turned his head to stare at me, the same look, the same silence.

Cold sweat instantly swept across my forehead, and under the gaze of the two of them, my heart was like a drum, fluttering and throbbing, my throat kept squirming up and down and swallowing saliva, and my legs began to move back consciously.

Don't come here, I'm just a rookie who doesn't know anything.

I kept shouting in my heart, praying at the same time that the two of them wouldn't rush over to me, after all, I was just an ordinary person, how could I be an opponent for the two of them.

Poof...

Miss Eve behind me suddenly let out a hearty laugh, gently patted me on the shoulder, and smiled at Sean in front of her: "Mr. Big Man, Sister Freya, you two spare Charles, he's just a rookie." ”

"Let's go, Miss Freya. Sean glared at me disapprovingly, and then dragged the obviously unwilling female skeleton forward.

And I was directly stunned by this fierce look, raised my hand to wipe the sweat drops on my forehead, and asked Eve, who was smiling, "What the hell is going on, didn't I say nothing?"

"But you must have thought bad things. Eve explained to me with a firm face: "Spirit creatures can sense emotions in the minds of living people, such as joy, sadness, fear, etc... , and Mr. Big Man can also vaguely perceive some of the emotions you emanate through his summoning spirit. ”

Is this cheating?

He quickly gathered his thoughts, and nodded at Miss Eve with a wry smile on his face, indicating that he did have bad thoughts about Mr. Sean.

"Let's go, keep up, Mr. Big Man, in general, should not be considered a stingy person. ”

Isn't there a bit of a lot of decoration in your words?

I looked at Miss Eve's inexplicably happy back, and the corners of my mouth twitched, and I became more and more sure of my conjecture when I saw this scene.

Eve, who is out of tune, Hank, who is afraid of black talk, and Sean, who is stingy and deep.

How did the organization survive?

Of course, I don't dare to ask more, and it's better not to think about it.

Miss Eve, who was walking in front of her, didn't have as much thought as I did, so she took out a test tube filled with green liquid from her waist, handed it to Hank, who was sitting on the ground resting, and said, "Drink it, Mr. Bear." ”

Hank was not polite, and when he took the test tube, the helmet on his head turned into black smoke and dissipated, revealing a pale and bloodless face, but his azure eyes were dyed blood-red, and it seemed that his heart was not comfortable.

Raising his head and drinking the potion, Hank's pale face regained a little ruddy, and after a deep gasp, he said with a somewhat gloomy expression: "I just killed 281 people." ”

"Don't carry too much, Mr. Bear. Eve also learned from Sean to hug the giant man in front of her, and finally with a serious smile on her face, she said, "This blood should be recorded on the head of the black hand hiding behind the shadows." ”

"I know, but I'm uncomfortable. ”

"So you're as heartless as ever. ”

"I'm not stupid, I just don't like to use my brain. ”

After saying that, Hank stood up, and the killing intent in his eyes dyed red resurfaced, and he pulled out the bright red sword that stood on the ground, and an irrepressible anger swept towards the deepest part of the tunnel.

......

In a secret laboratory

Several people in white scientific robes, holding papers in their hands, are constantly discussing, analyzing, and recording the pictures in the mirror.

One of the lizardmen, a woman with eyes and a hot dress, looked in the mirror and did not move, and after quickly sorting out and collecting everyone's manuscripts, he turned to the obese middle-aged man drinking coffee and reported: "Dr. O'Connor, the 300 lizard mutants-type I have all been wiped out, and in addition to consuming their magic and physical strength, it has not caused any impact on the official magician. ”

"In addition, judging from the test, their physical fitness is only one and a half times that of ordinary people, the scales on the body surface cannot withstand the attack of extraordinary weapons, and the claws cannot tear through the defense of any extraordinary weapons, and there is no teamwork, showing low intelligence, and can only be used as cannon fodder. ”

O'Connor was indifferent to the test subjects in the mirror, and after taking a sip of coffee, he said slowly, "They were originally used as cannon fodder, and now we will experiment with the Werewolf Mutant and the Lizard Mutant-Type II." ”

"Your will. ”

After the glasses girl saluted and left, under her command, a savage roar sounded again in the tunnel, and it attacked Sean and the others.

The battle is not over yet.