"Allow me to introduce you to this Blood God Warrior who personally slaughtered Speaker Hudson of Mandesville!" The Man of the Thousand Faces respectfully bowed to the Gun-Gun Knight at the head of the council's table: resting his head on the back of his hand in front of his throat means that the only true god of this world, the god of blood, who will always belong to the world, is not the hypocritical and incompetent gods of the old world, nor the deceitful atomic gods, or the cruel and vicious but indiscriminate blood gods.

Simon hurriedly knelt down on one knee, without physical support, the raider's exoskeleton was nothing more than an empty skeleton, besides, even if Simon was bold enough to raid the gun-knight, it would be better than the eight steel soldiers around the long table.

"Click~" The high-backed seat that used to be reserved for the Speaker of Mandsville is now sitting a military oligarch, the Gun Knight got up, and the soldiers stepped forward in unison, pulling open the long table that was separated by an extremely flat line in the middle, and nothing could stop the War Knight.

"Click~" The knight's boots were spiked with countless bullet casings, and the morning light refracted onto the bullet casings and then there was no temperature. Legend has it that in ancient times, when a knight was a servant who was worthy of glory and devotion to duty, he would wear a sword that was better than the love of his life, so that the cold blade touched the cheek of the young man, the steel was merciless, the flesh was warm, and the ruthless always competed over the merciful. Finally, pat the shoulder and apply the holy oil. The knight will pick up the new knight and put his palms together.

"Welcome to the Brotherhood."

The Gunfire Knight's head lifted from the tray, his long, messy brown hair clinging to the weight of his shriveled scalp, and the Gunshot's furrowed horse face comparable to that of the wasteland showed an elusive smile. "Ultimately, my loot."

The knight casually threw away the head, which cost thousands of lives, and the terrazzo marble slab made a "clang" sound. "The skull is made into a wine glass, so that I can smell the weak from a kilometer away."

"Stand up." The gun-masked knight finished admiring the trophy and turned his attention to the slightly familiar young crusader, a pair of small eyes disproportionate to the horse's face staring at Simon. As instructed by the Man of the Thousand Faces, don't make any form of eye contact with the Gunshots, especially not to laugh, and not to show your teeth, unless you want to have bullets embedded in your mouth instead.

"Thou hast glorified the god of blood,

Lad. With two very obvious diagonal lines sewn on the lips of the Gunfire Knight, "Cracked Jaw" is the creepiest and most deserved nickname of the Knight, compared to the official Crusader Harrisburg headquarters title. The Gunfire Knight paced slowly around Simon, his big hand pressed on Simon's celestial spirit cover. "What reward do you want?"

"Serving the Blood God and serving the Knight is my best reward." Simon replied, in the same way, the Thousand Faces taught, he was now the commander of the Black Flag, standing solemnly at the knight's side, although he was not a servant, but he was directly under the command of the knight, in charge of the elite armored troops.

"I remember you." One sentence instantly made Simon sweat drip.

"I remember all the lads who served faithfully and faithfully." The knight said, as the knight sat back in the first place, the long table was also pushed back by the soldiers, and across the ten-meter long table, Simon could still feel the gaze comparable to that of a demonic falcon. A crusader who uses bullet shells as armor, enemy teeth as bullets, and a crusader who feeds on the hearts of enemies raw to gain power. When is madman the scariest? When it's quiet.

"I promise that whoever brings back Hudson's head will be my servant." The knight sipped red wine and moistened his beard.

"However, you also brought back an exoskeleton, I lost four Iron Soldiers, you are a warrior born to kill and serve, so, I ask you, do you want to be a servant, or become my Iron Soldier?"

This option has not been taught, in fact, the Thousand Faces are also unexpected, the twelve steel soldiers mean that the Gunfire Knights absolutely trust the personal guards, and they will follow until death. Every Iron Soldier is trained by the Gunfire Knight, how can he leave his wealth and safety to a strange soldier?

The Man with a Thousand Faces stood behind Simon, and there was no way to give a hint, but the Knight of the Guns and Fires was already overflowing with words, refusing the Knight? Thinking that when the S1 caravan in Steel City was attacked, it was chased by the gunfire knight and fled for fifty kilometers, and Simon, the gunfire knight's transport team, was not less ambushed.

Just as Simon hesitated, the gunfire knight snorted in a nasal voice: "You don't want to?" ”

"It's this kid's honor to serve the knight!" The One with a Thousand Faces took the first step and said, "Agreed!" ”

"Yes...... Knight-sama. "Simon

Said helplessly.

The Iron Soldier standing at the knight's side immediately held a black and red tactical suit, and the other pulled out his saber and carved the knight's insignia on the neck of the raider's exoskeleton.

"Welcome to the Brotherhood." The captain of the pro-soldier helped Simon up, stretched out his hand, and said.

……

"You're on my level now." The captain of the pro-soldier set aside a day for Simon to deal with the aftermath, Simon changed into a tactical uniform, and the bullet shell insignia on his chest immediately paralyzed a group of crusader soldiers, even the arrogant knight servant in the Four Seasons Sunny Sky Hotel had to be enthusiastic, for fear that this guy who had won the knight's blue eyes with great luck would lose his temper.

"For the time being." Simon is looking for Ramirez and Marco, who had been transferred to the Firefox Wing when they had entered the Vault, and would have regrouped if they survived. Simon gave up the hall where he was fighting with the pigsty, and turned to the Thousand Faces.

The One with a Thousand Faces affectionately hugged Simon's shoulder, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it was natural for the Black Flag Commander and the Iron Soldier to be brothers. "Are you looking for two of your companions?"

"You know everything."

"I'm not omniscient, there's one person in the world who knows everything, a researcher." The Thousand Faces said. Simon wisely didn't answer the question, let alone ask if the High King Hydra knew everything.

"Where are the two of them?"

"In my Black Flag army, a group of soldiers who can drive tanks are very precious, and as for that big man, I left him as a heavy artillery porter, and he worked a lot and ate a lot." Simon picked up a cigarette and stretched out his hand to the Man of Thousand Faces, "Is there a fire?" ”

The Man of Thousand Faces lit a cigarette for Simon with interest, and now he was Lindemann's little round face. "You're funny, knowing that I'm Hydra Nine is still the same, then, you slept with the Transfiguration and asked the Thousand Faces to light you a cigarette, mortal, you're really funny."

"Since my superiors are all dead, I don't have any scruples, besides, the mortal world is much more interesting than the world of the gods, especially the pre-war world." Simon spat out a smoke ring and smiled, "So do Hydra researchers know that I like to grab Morfin's braid and her?" ”

"He knows now." The Thousand Faces said.

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