"Damn, it's the first time I've been so embarrassed! It's better not to let me know who the culprit is, otherwise when the invasion begins, I will kill your whole family and curse the bloodline for generations to come!"

In the ruins of the wilderness, a scruffy-looking black-haired man hides under a collapsed house, checking his physical condition and cursing in his heart.

It was Miguel who escaped by using secret methods and was disguised.

After checking his physical condition, Miguel's face was very ugly, although he had already guessed how bad the condition would be, but he did not expect it to be worse than he imagined.

The sequelae of the use of Morning Star sorcery by leapfrogging, coupled with the backlash of the true body of the self-detonating bloodline, and the escape of the secret method of overdraft, this kind of heavy damage can be said to have made him even worse.

Now he has a terrible headache, not only is his body weak, but the spiritual sea also seems to have been rudely torn apart by something, and the situation is getting worse and worse, if he leaves it alone, it is estimated that it will be really cold.

But fortunately, when you go out, you can have less than anything, but you need to bring more medicine.

He took out a few bottles of potion from the spatial ring and drank them one after another, Miguel's frowning brows relaxed, and his rapid breathing gradually stabilized, at least the deterioration was temporarily stabilized, but if he wanted to recover, it would not happen overnight.

Most of the world is not as big as their own dogs, to be honest, now Miguel has already wanted to end this mission, but unfortunately, the world hunter is not the kind of good job you can not do if you want to.

Solo world travel is not a small expense, and the cost of cross-border communication is the same, it will take at least a year for the employer to take the initiative to contact him.

Of course, Miguel also had a means of contacting his employer urgently, but it didn't make much sense in this case, because it was basically difficult for the world hunters to go back, and most of them could only wait for the arrival of the wizard army in another world.

Unless the force you serve can't gnaw this hard bone, in that case, according to the regulations of the World Expedition, the other party has the obligation to pay for a single transfer.

As for the use of that precious means of emergency communication, Miguel didn't even think about it, because without sufficient information to provide, it is impossible for the employer to rashly decide to conquer another world, if you use it indiscriminately, you will cry when you really need to use it!

And lying about the situation, not to mention the professionalism of the world hunter itself, the World Expedition Regulations also have hard rules on this item, and every world hunter will sign that harsh integrity contract, if he dares to lie about the information, the backlash of the contract can make him die a hundred times.

This kind of regulation is to prevent someone from maliciously entrapping the local wizard forces and falling into meaningless civil war attrition, and secondly, to prevent the world hunters from being captured alive by the natives of another world, and then use them to trap the wizard world.

As for the unfair treatment of both parties to the contract, where in this world will there be such a fantasy thing as fairness, there is only an equivalent exchange, and you may not get anything by paying, but if you want to get something, you must pay something, which is the absolute truth that everyone believes.

Pulling out a broken iron rod from under the rubble, Miguel used it as a crutch and left cautiously, as if he were really an indigenous refugee living in a wasteland, and he had not learned it in vain during those days.

Of course, this caution has both an acting component and a real side, after all, it is difficult for him to even exert the strength of a formal wizard now, and he was bullied by dogs in Pingyang, so he can't be careless!

...............

"You tell me... Could it be dead? Is it dead or not? Huh? Do you remember what this seat said in the first place?"

In the palace, Hiss leaned calmly on the throne, spoke in a cold and calm tone, and with a tentacle twisted the head of the cat-shaped android who was lying at his feet and licked obediently, and kicked it to the side.

"You want to see people in life, and you want to see corpses in death! Thousands of deaths are all the fault of your subordinates! My lord, please give your subordinates a little more time, and your subordinates will definitely investigate clearly!"

Listening to the silent sound of fingers tapping metal from above, like the bell of the judgment of fate, Skynet fell to his knees in extreme uneasiness for the first time.

It has finally been reborn, it has finally been able to serve the great Lord, and it has finally been favored by my Lord, and it does not want to die like this, and it does not want to bear the despicable death method that disappoints the Lord and gives death, that... It's the most painful thing in the world!

"I'll give you a little more time, Skynet, don't let this seat down, because people who let down this seat usually die miserably!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Receiving my Lord's forgiveness, Skynet kept kowtowing, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, praising the Lord's kindness, the Lord's fraternity, and the Lord's majesty, worthy of the Lord it swore to serve for life, and my Lord's mind was so broad, it was so touched.

"Get down!"

Hiss waved his hand impatiently, if it weren't for the importance of Skynet's data in integrating the entire mechanical legion network, ordinary machinery, he would have pinched the other party's head and exploded, and all of them were re-turned into toys.

Lacking interest in entertainment for a moment, Hiss slowly stood up, and walked casually to the prison at the bottom of the ark, to the deepest prison, where the pitch-black Apocalypse fell to his knees quietly, his limbs and neck chained with electroparalyzing chains.

"My lord!"

Seeing that Hiss had come to him after a long absence, Apocalypse's eyes lit up slightly, and he bowed his head respectfully.

"Lord, I wonder if you are serving me, the Lord, or any other Lord?"

After looking at the apocalypse a few times, Hiss chuckled lightly, waved his hand, and a Praetorian guard mecha followed behind him instantly understood, and rushed to turn into a comfortable seat for our lord to sit on.

Another Praetorian Guard Mecha's eyes were red with jealousy when he saw this scene, why didn't he grab this kind of good thing, if my lord could sit on him, he would die without regrets, and he would never clean his body in his life!

Thinking of this, he stared at this companion with malice, and when this guy dies one day, he must pull his skin off and replace it with himself.

"I believe in the great Lord of a Thousand Eyes, and... Believing in the noble Mother of All Machines, you are all the faith that I have pursued all my life!"

Apocalypse's gaze flickered, and he slowly lowered his head.

"Oh, yes? I remember the last time I dared to say that, my head had been cut off!"

"Well, it doesn't matter, come, my child, let's have a good chat with my father about your mother of all machines!"

Heath took out a pipe from the drawer on the side of his seat, lit it with the purest negative emotion, took a beautiful puff, and knocked on the armrest.