Chapter 140

"After all, the enemy is no longer an ordinary human being, and there must be some changes in the way of confrontation." Eddie said.

Mondstadt can only accept this status quo.

But it's not a particularly bad thing.

The soldiers he had led in the past had even had a whole team of cooks.

This time it was all bards and some of the weak-looking guys who had nothing to do with it, but he had his own unique training methods, and he could guarantee that after a period of training, these guys would definitely get stronger than the other.

Now he began to make up a lot of hellish training methods in his mind.

At the entrance to the recruiting office, no one noticed that a group of people were sneakily gathering together as if they were discussing something.

"Well, did you go in?"

"No, the screening conditions were really difficult this time."

"What?! You can't even pass this enlistment screening as a great sword master? ”

"No, the conditions for enlisting in the army are not selected according to strength, but according to everyone's feelings when listening to the song...... You should know that I am very sensitive to those songs, and as soon as I hear them, I feel that the power of the gods in my body almost burns me dry, but fortunately my strength is strong enough, otherwise I would have died on the spot. The person who said this clutched his chest and showed a palpitating expression.

These people are all cultists of the Night God Cult, and they did not wipe out all the people of the Night God Sect in the recent concert arrest operation, and there are still many fish that have slipped through the net to find out in advance, and then escape the scope of the concert in advance.

Most of those caught were actually ordinary members of the church.

The slightly more advanced disciples are generally more powerful, and their patience is stronger than that of ordinary believers, and they can endure it for a while when the music appears around them.

But the first and only screening condition for this conscription turned out to be to let them listen to music.

This made it difficult for the Night God cultists, even if they were great swordsmen or great mages, to show their strength and blend into this expeditionary team.

Perhaps even the people at the enlistment office did not expect that just to screen one of the conditions that could resist the Dire invasion would become a guarantee to prevent the infiltration of the expeditionary force by those who wanted to do so.

Ever since the cult of the Night God heard that the Winter Spirit Empire was going to form a Dire expedition to go deep into the depths of the Dire-controlled territory to carry out an expedition that might never return, the cult's higher-ups knew that this might be an opportunity.

If they can infiltrate the expedition, they will also have the opportunity to wreak havoc on the expedition, or they can also take the opportunity to get close to the more powerful Dire.

If they have access to more powerful Dire, several of the upper echelons of the Cult of the Night God can certainly rely on the powerful Dire to cause even more chaos.

In the eyes of ordinary cultists, the god of night they worship is an extremely noble existence, but what they never know is that for the higher-ups of the true cult of the god of night, the Dire is actually a tool.

They took advantage of the blind obedience of all the cultists, and they also took advantage of the Dire.

But now they were stumped by the problems before them.

They can't get past music.

Of course, music is not invincible, for example, making themselves deaf, but then they will certainly not be able to hear other sounds.

Or there's another way, and that's waiting.

Music isn't something that lasts forever to do damage to Dire.

Just as creatures can adapt to different environments, Dire must have adapted to some music over time.

However, it will take at least a year to get the energy in their bodies to adapt to the current music, and they can't afford to wait, and now they have to join the expedition.

"By the way, what exactly is this music testing for the enlists? You can't just listen to music and talk about your feelings, right? ”

These people still don't understand what the meaning of this screening method is, shouldn't it be that combat effectiveness should be put in the first place, after all, the Dire is so powerful, and it is not a little more powerful itself, how can they fight the Dire?

"I'll try again, this time I'm going to make me deaf so I can avoid listening to all that damn music."

The great swordsman just now plucked up his courage and said, and then very decisively punctured his eardrums.

For them, this kind of damage is really nothing, and the Dire energy in their body allows them to quickly recover from this injury, so it is not a sacrifice at all.

The sword master had re-lined up, and by the time he re-entered the conscription room, it was already late at night.

The recruiter in charge of this room was a rugged-looking man who frowned at a crumpled list in his hand.

"You seem to have been here once, do you want to participate this time if you don't admit defeat?"

The recruiter nodded in satisfaction at the Great Swordsman of the Night God Sect.

If it weren't for this strange application condition, he might have made the decision to let this kind of person who does not admit defeat join the team.

However, this time there is a special person for strict screening, and he is not qualified to go through the back door to some people.

So he turned on the magic Walkman on the table, which released rhythmic rock music, and then the recruiter asked, "How do you feel?" ”

“……”

"Hey, I'm asking you."

"Huh? Oh! What did you say? ”

It's a pity that this great swordsman doesn't know much lip language, so when he blocks out all sounds, it makes him completely unable to communicate with the other party normally.

Then, not surprisingly, he was eliminated again.

And the reason for being eliminated this time is because this guy turned out to be deaf.

The recruiter looked at the list with a puzzled expression, wondering why a deaf person could participate, and then he wrote a sentence on the list: This is a deaf person.

Next, the great swordsman still refused to admit defeat and wanted to try his luck in several other application rooms.

However, after nearly two days of continuous queuing, he was turned away from almost all the conscription rooms.

Whenever this Great Sword Master left a room, the recruiters in that room would look at the Great Sword Master with pitiful eyes.

Until the end, the great swordsman tried many times, and he didn't understand why the recruiter finally kicked him out without even bothering to turn on the magic walkman.

"No, it's too difficult to infiltrate, we have to think of other ways to get in." The Great Sword Master regrouped with the others, and could only speak helplessly to the others.

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