"It's okay if you're alright, then let's go. But I said, you don't look like a person who is okay at all, you haven't been beaten once, several times. Akafla looked at the mysterious smile on Wujue's face and knew it.

"See through it or not, we still have friends, you know? Although face may not be worth a few dollars, and I don't know how much money is a pound, so I hope you still give me a little bit, I really need to thank you. "Wujue really can't wait to die on the spot, because it really hurts.

"She's always on her heart, it's on her neck, it's the thing on the collar of her clothes." Hipper fainted first.

"Really, this guy, I didn't expect such a gap, and fainted with this little injury. I really stood up, I just. "Wujue actually can't stand up, but for the sake of face, he still has to endure it.

"You're done, you're leaving." Akafla pulled Wujue up, only to hear a bone sound, "Gone, but I didn't go back to see a doctor, let's go." Akafla rested his head and led the group back to the test tower.

"It's like a buckle, like a buckle, how can we tell if it's not?" Bismarck was at a loss.

I don't know how, but the shape and shape of the core are getting smaller and harder to identify, and at first, Primura's core is larger, about the size of a palm.

Sulaner's, but Caluanio's group of people, is relatively small, very difficult to identify, and looks like a button.

"If you talk about other cores, I probably know this, what she wears on her is like a medal, but we can't get close." Bismarck didn't understand it very much, this thing was very small, it was really similar to this button.

"Anyway, it's not easy for you to get one, I didn't expect you to be quite powerful." Eugen felt that the core in his hand was particularly heavy.

It was noon, and it was time to cook, and Akafla went back without incident.

"I said, it's okay, I feel like you're pretty strong." The Purifier touched Wujue's arm, "Wait for something impossible. "The purifiers were somewhat unconvinced that there might be a problem with shrapnel.

"It's okay, it's just a little painful, a little hard, I, didn't I say, after being hit by a shell, there will be a situation where the whole body will be stiff." Wujue doesn't want to move.

"We can't help this, you know, this is the price, forget it, you lie down." The observer was very helpless and took Wujue to the laboratory.

"Anyway, I feel so tired now!" Veronica felt some pain in her eyes, "It's really uncomfortable. Veronica felt strange in her hand, and when she looked at it, she realized that she had been cut.

"I've lost my stuff." Veronica spoke very quietly and did not dare to speak loudly.

"Got it, let's lose it, I have to lose it anyway." Subject was plain and not angry at all.

Veronica looked left and right, "Uh, I'm leaving." Veronica went back to her room.

"Does this really seem like it's possible?" Ah, take this red soup I saw.

"This is the bottom of the pot, just wait a minute." Ning Hai is still busy cleaning up.

"It feels a bit like beetroot soup." Gangut waited very quietly.

"Is this right, this is the bottom of the tomato pot, because it can be used to cook vegetables." Minsk remembers that just now Ninghai cut a lot of tomatoes.

Bismarck scanned Hipper's and got it, confirmed that it was correct, and on this core, an image came out.

It was the shadow of Veronica and Mirgal above, and Bismarck immediately went to talk about it.

"Is it another movie?" Hood didn't want to see anything else disgusting.

"What is this?" Chabaev watched the picture unfold, "Is this a memory hidden in the core?" ”

The picture begins.

The setting sun casts afterglow on the streets, and this small town in the remote desert that seems to be in the northwest region welcomes two strangers, two people wearing black coats, hats, and suitcases, appear in the town.

"It's really a very rich town, I said, uncle, do you have anything to drink?" Veronica, in the picture, sits on a chair in front of the bar of a store, and the owner is an old man with slightly dark skin and a white beard, and says gently, "How is the juice?" I think you're more eye-catching, aren't you? The owner began to talk to his customers and began to prepare the juice over and over again.

"Yes, from far away, come here to find something, this desert town is really good, it looks very rich." Veronica in the picture looks very old, feeling several years younger than she is now.

Mirgal looked at it too, and there was still a childishness on his face, although Mirgal was dead, Joan of Arc remembered that guy.

"Because of a very mysterious order, I came to this place to investigate the head of the local church, and it is said that this leader has some magical abilities that can bring some things back to life, and even turn stones into gold, and I heard that it also encourages believers to do some reactionary acts. Do you know? Veronica asked.

"You said you were here to find something, so you can only say that you are lucky, but our place is almost forgotten, and if someone can come, almost no one else will come except for the Siren's army, and you are the first." The old man's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile.

"Mysterious? You're here, what are you doing here? The shopkeeper asked knowingly.

"I don't want to be very clear about this, but many people speculate that it has something to do with the previous massacre. I said, what's your name, you don't look very old, are you traveling? "A matter of great concern to the owner.

"We don't really come here for a trip, but it's surprising that there's such a rich town in the desert, and it's in the center of the city, and I think that's just that. I have the impression that the deserts of the Northwest have always been remote and inhospitable. Mirgal took off his hat.

"It turns out that you are from the big city in the center, and this is thanks to the adult. Oh, sorry, it's time. As he spoke, the old shopkeeper turned back and turned on the radio, and a voice came out of the radio, reading some of the precepts.

"Is this a Cult broadcast?" Veronica is somewhat very unclear.

"This is the local master, the earthly agent of the gods, Lord Richelieu." The old shopkeeper said proudly.

"yes, yes, that's a magical adult." Other residents also heard the conversation and moved closer.

"Well, who is he?" It was the first time that Mirgal had heard of this man.

"What, you don't know, Lord Richelieu." The old shopkeeper's expression became very surprised.

"Of course I don't know, it's your local custom, right?" In the picture, Veronica and Mirgal stand up and plan to leave.

"Oops! It's still quite lively today, are there any guests coming? "A man in a black military uniform, this person is Ezang! Izo appeared.

The Ezo on the screen looks the same as the previous one.

"Well, I heard, yes, this man said that coming here to find something came from the big city in the center. Or treasure hunters, take them to church and ask for a blessing. Just looking for a place to rest for this child who has come from afar. The old shopkeeper also closed his eyes and said gently.

"Ezo is also much more cheerful!" Another uncle also said with relief.

"Yes, this is really thanks to the Lord Richelieu." The owner was also very pleased.

On the screen, Izang takes Mirgal and Veronica in the direction of the church.

"I've heard that the dead can be resurrected in your place, right? But the dead will not be raised. Mirgal said very firmly.

"As long as we pray to God sincerely, the gods will definitely feel our hearts, and the question of resurrection must be true?" Izo tried his best to hide it with a smile, but the tone was full of questions.

"Anyway, where are you from? Central is it? How is Her Majesty the Royal Queen? However, it should be, let's complete our mission first. You two don't play too much. Ezo diverted the subject.

"I haven't met Her Majesty the Royal Queen, and I don't know, but for now, I think it's up to the Creator. Does praying to others grant a wish? Veronica wasn't convinced.

"If there really is a god in this world, as long as you pray sincerely, all your wishes will be fulfilled, then people don't have to pursue some unknown things so hard."

"There is no need to develop any new science and technology, then the army, bullets, artillery do not need to exist. I don't have any answers, but I really don't believe in God. "Mirgal and then back.

Still not, look back.

And with them came Samphit,

"Sect Master, can you let the traveler borrow a guest room?" Ezo had come to the church and had met with the head of Richelieu.

"Uh." Joan of Arc can't stand it anymore, the sect leader here really looks the same as Richelieu.

"Yes. Just prepare the room immediately. "This sect leader has turned into a slit when he smiles, and it looks hypocritical.

At this time, suddenly, the picture changed, and it switched to where the sirens were,

"Mirgal is very young, and by human standards, he could be considered a good soldier, but we don't need it. According to the current situation, it is better to let them act together. The Creator leaned against the table with his teacup in his hand.

"According to the original rules, Mirgal was originally sent to serve and train in the human army."

"Because, that guy is really, it seems that humans say that he is injured and can't be trained by the army, but what, what kind of investigation department can he enter, and in the end it still failed, so I didn't let him go, Richelieu's information has been transmitted." The contempt of the creator in the picture made a group of people feel very uncomfortable.

"I said, please don't smoke in the room, it smells very bad, thank you! This time, are we here to investigate this sect leader? However, then you must have some purpose in following me, right? Mirgal looked at Hasharliye, who was smoking a cigarette.

"The purpose must be there, but you don't need to know, this area, you have to know that there has been a serious rebellion in the history of this place, this sect leader, if the dead can really be resurrected, don't you feel very strange? When the time comes, it's just up to time to act. Charlier snuffed out the cigarette butt and spat out a smoke ring.

"I'll go first, let's see the time to act!" Mirgal couldn't stand the smell of smoke in the room. Mirgal went to the hall of the church and saw an idol of a god whom he did not recognize.

"As long as it is true that God prays as pious prayer, will he be resurrected and dead? He also said that he could make his wish come true. Veronica looked at one of the worshippers who had come to worship.

"The gods don't deceive us. It was only by the power of the gods that this place could become like this, and it was so rich out of poverty. "Believers are full of confidence and smiles.

"There have been wars and civil strife in this place. It can be said that there are countless dead people, so have those people been resurrected? And after the resurrection, they departed. Commissioned Nika sat down in a chair and looked at the believer with Jiro's legs crossed.

The believer did not speak, but quickly left the place. Izoh had gone into hiding in the market, and Veronica herself still had the church.

"The people in this place have been lifted out of poverty because of this church and the arrival of this sect master, since they think in their hearts that you are not a god, how do you know that you can't do it, this time our purpose is to come to investigate, and, secretly kill this sect leader, so you understand." Charlier also had a suitcase in his hand.

"But we don't have some certainty and some evidence now, are you going to kill this sect leader like this? Isn't this too careless for human life? "Milgal didn't understand.

"If there is war and unlawful riots, then it is not one person who dies, then a part of it must be sacrificed to defend it, and it will be an equivalent exchange for you, right? Although I'm not a top student, I can still use marksmanship. Charliye took the suitcase and left at this time, and it happened that this sect leader came in.

"What are you doing here?" Veronica saw this and closed all the doors around her.

"Don't think I don't know, you're a Siren, you didn't think of the Siren, and you're still eyeing this place. But I'm not going to let you out alive. ”

This passage was scanned from the core of Veronica.

"Do you mean you're going to do with us? Why can the dead be resurrected? You should explain this, and say that you are a third-rate liar, because it is impossible to resurrect the dead. Mirgal was convinced that the dead could not be resurrected.

"Because you're not God, how do you know you can't do it? In this city, there is never a night, and I can make this land rich and even give money to people. Do you think they're going to believe me in me? Richelieu, on the screen, began to laugh wildly.

"It's not black history, it's intentional in the Sirens." Richelieu felt extremely unwell.

"Don't be kidding, you unruly liar, hand over the things, and then give the things to me, and I can let you live, and I won't pierce you." Veronica is trying to negotiate.

"I've observed you since you entered this town, but unfortunately you're not the first person, and you're not the youngest, do you say this gem?" The man showed his right hand, and on the index finger of his right hand there was a ring set with a gem, which was very evenly divided into quintiles.

Is this what people want to pursue all their lives?

Promise resurrection to the dead, bring victory to the war, a jewel that can fulfill all wishes?

Hiding in the shadows, Charlier aimed at the gem on the piece, and he wanted to kill the gem. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the master's hand, shattering the gem as well.

"What are you doing?" Veronica was a little surprised.

"I'm just doing my job, this thing? You have not obstructed my rights. The little family doesn't understand anything. "Charli still had a cigarette in his hand and didn't light it.

"I'm so hungry. The one I can eat? "There are also two scarlet eyes hidden in the darkness.

"You get diarrhea when you eat it, you know? Don't eat randomly. Let's go too. ”

"The plan failed." Izo looked at someone who had already run away.