In the end, the night attack did not sell the imperial equipment, and Najeta just ordered a batch of dust crystal ornaments and left. The night raid is an organization, and there is a revolutionary army on it, although the emperor is their personal property, but this powerful weapon is not something they can sell casually according to their personal will, and it is understandable that Hill is helpless, but even if others want to sell it, they must be approved by the top of the revolutionary army.

And as killers, they will not change their weapons unless they have to, familiar power is more practical than powerful power, and they don't have much free time to get used to the newly acquired power.

The reaction of the night attack was already within Yingluo's expectations, so she was not too surprised, but it was Najeta's order for dust crystals that surprised her.

"These killers are really rich. Yingluo looked at the numbers on the order, touched his chin and said, "Fire attack type and water type healing type, is she trying to arm an army?"

"No matter what she's going to do, an order is an order!" Pandora pressed Yingluo to her seat and said seriously, "Please finish it as soon as possible!"

"Hey, it's going to kill you if you do so much at once. Yingluo said with a sad face.

Pandora snorted lightly: "Don't be kidding, as a true god, how can you be exhausted by this little work, please start working immediately, I will always be with you until it is finished!"

The Germans, who are known for their rigor, are overseers, and it feels like they want to die, Yingluo feels like a small worker on the Futukang No. 3 assembly line, and the heart of jumping off the building is even more tragic, the worker can be freed from jumping to death, even if she jumps into the void, she can't die!

Damn German Devils...... Oh no, damn German ghost girl!

……

Nightraid had returned to his base, and everyone else had gone to sleep, except for Najeta and Brandt, the former smoking and the latter drinking, still sitting in the hall. Most of the members of the Night Raid are orphans who grew up in the slums, and although they have a strong vitality like weeds, they are too poor in terms of knowledge and knowledge, and it is no problem for them to carry out their tasks, but they cannot be counted on to analyze the information.

Najeta and Brant are different, they were both former imperial generals, they were well educated and systematically trained since childhood, although they dare not say that they are as exhaustive as Zhuge Kongming, but at least they are much stronger than those "wild children". Moreover, the two of them were both in the army before, and they can be considered to be able to talk, so they usually discuss and solve major decision-making problems.

Najeta lit the first cigarette, took a deep breath and exhaled a large cloud of smoke and said, "So, what do you think of the Goddess Chamber of Commerce?"

"Unfathomable. Brant said honestly: "Whether it is immortality or Cabaneri, it is a power far beyond the emperor. If it is said that the emperor was named after the first emperor of the empire, then the only one who can make the god is the god!"

"God?" Najeta was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "Brandt, are you drunk?

"I believe it!" said Brandt earnestly, "at least I believe that everything is already predestined in the dark, that the darkness will eventually dissipate, and the light is destined to come, and that is not what we have been fighting with this faith?"

"I don't believe in God!" Najeta snuffed out her cigarette, "If there is a God, why don't you stand up when the people are suffering, and if there is a God, why are there so many wicked people in the world who go unpunished?"

"Because God created us!" Brandt replied, "We are helping the suffering people by night, we are punishing the wicked by night, all of this seems to me God's will, and she is clearing the darkness by our hand!"

"Then why didn't she do it herself?"

"Because this is our world!" said Brandt with a smile, "There is nothing wrong with guarding your own world." God has given us a chance so we can stand here!"

Najeta still shook her head: "I don't want to discuss this pointless topic, Brandt, you're weird today, what's going on?"

Brandt showed a wry smile, silently picked up the glass, drank the wine inside, and said with a sigh...... My own death is near!"

"What?" Najeta said in surprise, "Are you talking in your sleep?"

"It's a very mysterious feeling. "It's like a voice whispering in my ear that gives me a premonition of imminent death," Brant said. This feeling has been present since I met Tazmi, and it has risen to a climax until I just met the woman named Pandora. ”

"Perhaps...... Maybe you're just tired. Najeta said, "You should wrap yourself in the quilt and get a good night's sleep, many soldiers will be like you after a long battle......

"I tried, but the feeling is still there. Brandt smiled and said, "I was also a general, you know everything I know." But you may not have noticed that most of the soldiers who had a premonition of death actually died soon after. Those of us who walk on the edge of life and death are always sensitive to the breath of death, whether it is the enemy's or our own, we are equally sensitive. ”

Najeta was silent for a moment: "I will reduce the number of your field missions, and in the near future, you will focus on training the newcomer Tazmi." ”

"Of course, Tazmi is a good guy and can be a man who can surpass me if he trains him, and I'm looking forward to that day. After Brant finished speaking, he sighed lightly: "But there are some things that you can't escape if you want to, and I believe in my feelings." ”

"You should trust your companions more!" Najeta said, "Cheer up, Brant, the Night Raid can't lose you, it needs your strength!"

"Of course, I won't back down, I'll fight until the last moment!" Brandt said with a smile, "but it's also essential to plan ahead." BOSS, in case I am unfortunately killed, use my imperial equipment to trade with the Goddess Chamber of Commerce, so that even if the above blames me, you can push me down. ”

"There is no need for this! as long as we apply, the above will definitely agree!"

"You're right, but it takes too long to go back and forth!" Brandt said, "You heard, Estes has returned, that woman will do anything for power, she will definitely exchange the imperial tool for a more powerful divine tool, and then the weak balance between us will be completely broken, if we don't have the corresponding strength, then the night attack will be completely crushed!"

"It's not that bad ......"

"That's how bad things are!" Brandt said seriously, "Just like only the Emperor can fight against the Emperor, the Divine Tool can only be fought against the Divine Tool!" Look at Hill, now her combat power is comparable to the entire Night Raid, and this is not the limit. Don't forget the member of the guard called Seleuc, who has gained the same power. Now that the battle has been fully escalated, the form of the imperial capital is changing rapidly, and if we don't make changes in time, we will have no place to turn over!"

Najeta was speechless for a long time, Brant's analysis was very reasonable, the appearance of the divine tool was like a group of children with wooden swords, and suddenly there were a few more divine blades, no longer a wounded but not dead fight, but a deadly death match with a knife. If you don't want to be the one who falls, the only way is to take the Divine Blade for yourself first.

"I see!" Najeta sighed lightly and nodded slowly, "I accepted your suggestion, but I want you to live well!"

"Of course, I don't want to die, I haven't even talked about love at my age, it's too early to go to hell!" Brandt nodded, stood up and walked out, and when he reached the door, he stopped and said with a smile, "If I really ...... Will you come to my grave and tell me about the beauty of the new era?"

"Of course!" Najeta lit her cigarette and took a deep breath, "I'll bring good wine and everyone in the night raid to make a big fuss at your grave!"

"Haha, that's wonderful!"

Killers don't need a future, just three or five friends!

Death is no longer terrible!