What kind of changes will the outside world have on its own, how many people will be excited, how many people will be excited, Fargo doesn't care, in his heart, he doesn't have much time, when this battle comes to an end, it will be the end of his life, so all his energy at this time is focused on the dragon turtle giant opposite.

He is going to be the meteor that crosses the sky now, even if it exists for a short time, it will leave a brilliant trail in the sky, which will be unforgettable for a long time.

Fargo used all his abilities, all the fighting skills he had ever learned, for a single goal, to defeat, defeat, and even kill the Monster on the other side.

"I'm strong now, stronger than this Strange Beast. Glancing at the still-slowly growing performance parameters on the mech, Fargo became more confident in defeating the Ability.

With the dawn of the mutation, the dragon turtle giant, who had been fighting for three hours, let out an angry roar, and he found that he had gained the power to manipulate wind and thunder after mutation, and he could not help the mecha on the other side, which seemed to be immune to his power. The only force that worked against that mech now was his fists.

"Alright, boy, turn on all the light attacks on you!" Suddenly, in the mind of Fargo, who was playing excitedly, Muria's voice sounded again, and this time, in Muria's voice, Fargo heard a trace of impatience.

"Lord Devil, can the weapon on my body still be effective against the Calamity Beast?"

"I'll attack if I tell you to, what so much nonsense? Your current power is given by me, can you know better than me?"

"I see. Fargo controlled the dawn and turned on the light energy weapons that added up to seventeen weapons on his body, all the firepower was aimed at the dragon turtle giant, and then launched, unimaginable light energy attacks poured out of it in an instant, and the whole world was shrouded in light. Even Fargo himself couldn't see the outside world.

When the dragon turtle giant on the opposite side saw the light energy attack sent by Fargo to him, his facial features, which were no different from those of humans, showed a contemptuous smile, and then the giant wheel spinning behind him moved to front of him, directly covering his body.

And what made this dragon turtle giant a little confused was that before these attacks reached his body, dense lines like spider webs appeared around his body, and then these lines did not give him a chance to react at all, and directly expanded, engulfing it.

......

"What kind of place is this?" There was also a giant wheel spinning in front of him, and the dragon turtle giant stood in the vast wilderness, looking around with slightly confused eyes, those nasty mechas, and the city shattered by the battle had all disappeared.

"What's that?" the dragon tortoise giant looked up, and he looked into the distance, where there was a building that was out of place in the wilderness—a towering tower.

"Where to look. "The dragon tortoise giant, who had no idea what had happened to him, flew up in the wind and flew towards the tower with the elemental vortex at the top.

......

"Lord Devil, you can take my soul!" Seeing the dragon turtle giant disappear in his own attack, Fargo, who was piloting the dawn, showed a look of relief on his face, and then sat in the cockpit with a relaxed face, quietly waiting for his "miserable" fate.

"Well, I forgot to tell you, the devil usually takes souls after the death of a creature, so you still have a few decades to go. ”

"Ahh He had just experienced a wave of feelings hovering between life and death under Muria's coercion, and now he had an incomparable sense of attachment to life.

"Isn't that a feeling of being reborn?" Murria's smiling voice sounded in the mind of the pilot, who was willing to give his soul.

"Yes, Lord Devil. ”

"Alright, it's time for you to welcome your glory and enjoy the rest of your life!"

"I ......" Hearing Muria's words, Fargo's lips moved, he already had a premonition of what was going to happen to him, from the world to today, until today, for three thousand years, there has never been a tide man who can defeat a disaster-level ability beast head-on.

And he has done it now, defeating the Alien Beast in a mech, a feat that has never been done before, and this battle will be remembered in the annals of their Shiowe, and his name will be celebrated.

"It's not my glory, it's the Devil, the power you have given me to make me do this. ”

"You're really ......" Muria in the air pulled the corners of his mouth, he didn't expect this native to be so sincere, "This is your glory, the glory you exchanged your soul for." ”

......

Then, just as Muria had predicted, Fargo's majestic deeds of single-handedly killing a ferocious beast on a frontal battlefield with the mutated Dawn mech were trumpeted by the government.

So it is logical that Fargo has become a hero known to everyone in the Xiren world, and an idol of countless teenagers who dream of becoming a pilot. And he has also received countless honors, countless praises, flowers, applause, awe-inspiring eyes, and all kinds of good treatment.

But Fargo, who had dreamed of everything before, was not happy, and even a little angry, because the mecha that belonged to him, Dawn, was taken away by his superiors, in the name of research, fighting against the Alien Beast, and for the future of the race, and he was not qualified to refuse at all.

He doesn't even have the qualifications to take a look at his mecha now, he is now a pilot without a mech, coping with all kinds of entertainment, attending all kinds of banquets, and being exposed to the cameras all day long.

"Those bastards, not counting the mecha that took away me, actually arranged for me to be a star who scratched my head in front of the camera. How dare these damn politicians humiliate me like this. ”

After Fargo, who was glamorous in front of people and had become a world-class superstar, arrived in the room, he frantically punched at more than ten boxing sandbags in the room, venting the anger in his heart.

As a young man, Fargo wants to be famous in the world, and he likes to be sought after, but he doesn't like the way he is famous now, as he loves mecha even more.

He wants to stand on the mecha as a pilot and make a name for himself in the world, instead of simply standing in front of the camera and being a propaganda star who eats with his face. He is a warrior, a warrior who kills supernatural beasts, a warrior who guards the world, not a meat seller.

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Suddenly, an understated voice rang out in the luxurious room.

With his upper body and fist gloves on his hands, Fargo, who was sweating profusely, turned his head and saw the black-haired, golden-eyed boy sitting at the desk in the room flipping through the newspaper.

"Are you?" Fargo's brown pupils constricted, and he couldn't help but take a step back, his eyes glancing around the windows and doors of this suite, all of which were tightly closed without any gaps.

"Why? I stand in front of you, and you can't hear me? How long has it been? Boy, you're too forgetful, aren't you?" said Muria, flipping through the newspaper in her hand, without raising her head.

"Lord Devil, why are you here?" asked Fargo in his most respectful voice. The more he knew, the more awe he became.

He knew that the being had definitely taken action, because after the war, when the search troops were tidying up the battlefield, they did not find a trace of the remnants of the body tissue belonging to the dragon turtle giant, and this situation was undoubtedly abnormal, just like the dragon turtle giant disappeared from the world.

"I heard a defeated dog wailing, so I came over to take a look. Muria replied casually.

"Hey, hey. Hearing Muria's words, Fargo laughed a little embarrassedly.

"What? Are you not satisfied with your current treatment?"

"I'm full ......"

"Shut up, boy, though I am the devil, I hate lies," Muria's gaze looked at her, and the gaze of the golden pupil made the young man can't help but retreat again,

"Looks like you're not satisfied. Why are you dissatisfied? Newspapers and news are full of your figure and photos. Muria raised the newspaper in his hand and waved at him, and the headline page of this newspaper was the heroic figure of the young man in front of him.

"My mech was taken away from above in the name of research, and I'm now a pilot without my own mech, and not only that, but those damn politicians even tried to arrange for me to be a propaganda star. ”

"Isn't it a matter of course that the mecha that can fight against the Plague Beast and even kill it will be taken away? ”

"......" Fargo was slightly silent, and finally sat weakly on the stool behind him, his head bowed, "In other words, I can only honestly accept the government's arrangement in the future and become a propaganda star living under the camera?"

"Of course not, it won't be long before there will be a summons from the Institute. ”

"Huh?" the young man looked at Muria, confused.

"The evolved Dawning mecha belongs to you alone, and it only recognizes you, and no one else can make Dawn move again except you. After all, this is what you bought with your soul. Muria smiled.

"Really?" Fargo looked up, his eyes wide open, the look of surprise on his face undisguised.

"Of course. ”

"But why do you know so well?"

"Because I went in and saw it. Muria looked a matter of course.