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"Mr. Moshi, you are finally here, but I have a lot of good news for you, the most important of which is—" Bluebird shouted excitedly, emotional, "When your propulsion reaches 10%, my automatic search and guidance system will be unlocked, and I will never leave you again." Ah, your hand......

Mo Shi listened to the noise of the blue bird, and did not think it was noisy.

On the contrary, he felt happy and calm inside.

"Ten percent is not easy. We haven't reached the one percent yet. Mo Shi said with a smile.

The sapphire on the staff shimmered and began to perform a healing spell.

"Indeed, ten percent sounds very far away. But in practice it's not as hopeless as you say. As the civilization system works on its own, any effort you make will have a chain reaction. Someone will work on more powerful crossbow arrows, someone will invent more advanced weaving machines, someone will be inspired to study more weapons and power-ups - this will naturally lead to further industrialization of society, and those civilization indicators will accumulate into your data. 』

"I'm looking forward to ......"

Moshi's eyes looked at Manka and Manxi.

Their guards were fighting, and it was clear that Mansey was trying to escape, but Manca chased after him.

"Mr. Mo Shi," the blue bird paused, and Mo Shi could imagine the way someone frowned lightly from that tone, this association made Mo Shi feel strange, like a figure passing by in a blurred mist, "You should stop the continuous use of the fifth-level technique, your magic nerve bundle is loading the original, which will not help your wound repair and physical condition. 』

"What?" he just wandered.

"I say, sir, you should stop using the fifth-level technique. The "unapproachable" in the Matter Removal Magic is not a good defensive technique, nor is it a true enchantment technique, and it is too expensive for you right now. 』

"But I'......," his gaze slowly fell back to his side, "I'm scared, Bluebird." ”

He didn't go on, but he was telling himself: I felt like a child who had grown up in a sterile room, but now I was about to grow again in a world full of allergens and germs – and I didn't want to die, but I knew my vulnerability.

It's a really ...... feeling It's horrible.

I might even die of an infection because of the wound on my palm, which is simply ridiculous......

Mo Shi shook his head slightly.

He tried to look back and found that the fight he had fought here was over. But they seem to have left more than they have slaughtered each other. There were several corpses scattered on the ground, and one of them moved. The soldier threw himself back to sit up, blood dripping like a waterfall and making a sticky sound.

And when he saw Mo Shi, he trembled and raised his finger to the mage, muttering intermittently, panicking, as if overcoming the fear that death brought him. For it was glorious to die in battle, and the mage he saw was: "Demon, demon—"

Wander across the battlefield, oblivious to the splatters of blood and the blades slashing at you.

Isn't this a demon?

Is there such a treacherous and selfish spell in the world?

God wants people to help each other, God wants people to win glory for themselves, God wants people to cleanse themselves to reach Paradise after death.

God rejects arrogance and opportunism.

- For the believers of the empty wheel, for the snowwalkers who wear sin, this is disrespectful.

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Mo Shi was shocked.

At the same time, the operation was also subconsciously lifted.

"It is said that in the 19th century, when the aborigines of those areas colonized by European countries first saw trains, they thought them were huge and terrible monsters – officials of the Qing Dynasty in China even thought that building trains would 'damage the dragon veins.'" Blue Bird said solemnly.

"You told me directly that it was enough that witch hunts were held in medieval Europe for fear of 'unconventional' magic. ”

"There's an innate fear of power. "Especially for civilizations that are still in their more primitive stages. In order to restrain the power that is too strong, it will divide the two worlds of 'good' and 'evil', and at the same time inadvertently block exploration and progress. But the crowd will always move towards strength, which will eventually lead to change – that's the push. 』

Mo Shi shook his head and shook off these thoughts.

He didn't have time to discuss any sociological theories right now.

All he needs to do is go with the flow of fate and find a way to get his own position.

He continued to look at the palace on the other side of the corridor.

Now the brothers are fighting, hand-to-hand.

In the Old Testament, Cain killed his brother because God did not like his sacrifice in favor of Abel, in the Mahabharata, in which the half-brothers finally learned of each other's identities, but Arjuna had already shot Karna's head......

The theme of fratricide, like the hidden desire to kill one's father, hovers eternally.

Mo Shi walked closer.

To stand many years later and look back at his choice at this time can be said to be a choice that suddenly "blessed the soul", but if it is said that he feels at the moment, he feels that he is just trying to get rid of the previous topic and join the reality that is happening now.

He was close enough to hear the deep gasps of the orcs' lungs expanding in the heat of battle, but not close enough to be targeted by a sword.

Both the guards and the owners of the guards are fighting fiercely at the moment.

When you focus on life and death, you can almost ignore everything else, so Mo Shi just stands there and watches. At first, he recalled how he felt when he was a kid watching movies with his friends and felt like he was out of the way.

But reality is not a movie, subject to physical strength, luck, mental state, and the brutality and decisiveness of the battle itself - and there is no such thing as slow motion, music, flashbacks, etc., in fact, the confrontation that takes place in front of you is much faster and soon has a certainty.

Manka's sword pierced his half-brother's right shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

"Can you be quiet then?" the elder Hhyal Efaya hissed at the bottom of his throat, the bridge of his nose and the skin on his cheeks slightly wrinkled—full of canine characteristics.

The elder brother and the second brother look at each other, which is the locking and hostile between the predator and the predator.

There was also no warmth in the two pairs of eyes.

Mansey Golden Lion reached out and gripped the blade tightly, his nails bumping against the metal, as if he feared that the sword would continue to pierce deeper, severing his shoulder and arm, or being suddenly pulled out and stabbed in an even more deadly place.

The defeated king's second son took a deep breath, his ears still standing upright and not prostrating.

"Manxi......" Manka shook his head, his breathing slowly calmed down, and the folds of his face returned to calm - he was covered in blood, but he was still the personable heir to the kingdom, "Why do you always do things like this?"

"Why aren't you half-, you naturally have that throne?" Manxi squeezed out these words from between his teeth, each sentence was a genuine resentment buried deep in his heart for a long time, "You were born to the first queen, you were born two years before me, is that because of this?!"

Manka let go of his grip on the hilt of his sword and straightened up.

He reached out and brushed the blood foam from his armor, his expression calm.

"You'll be sent to the Blackstone Mountains in the south, and then you'll be the master of 'Urin Castle', and the clerk will draw up a new duke's last name for you, Mansey, and that's it, the game is over. Don't make a fuss like you did when you were a kid about being thrown out of the secret passage. ”