The castle in the dark night is more like a castle-shaped boulder, with no outline, but there is no entrance or exit to enter. This made Meng Yuan feel worried, and at the same time, he also understood those redeemers a little, I'm afraid it wasn't that they didn't want to destroy Fatil, but because they couldn't get in at all!

The only way to get in was to wait for the castle to open, but it would rain at that time, and the strange rain could completely stop the Redeemers, so that they could only struggle to survive in the corners of the world.

"You're looking for me?"

Just as Meng Yuan looked at it and sighed, and was about to return, Fatil's voice suddenly sounded behind him, which made Meng Yuan couldn't help but be startled, and his hairs stood on end. "When did you come to the back?"

Fatil seemed to see what Meng Yuan was thinking, and just smiled and said, "You are very special, you are different from them~"

Meng Yuan pretended to shrug his shoulders calmly, but he was extremely nervous in his heart, because in Meng Yuan's eyes, his soul power was very powerful, so it was impossible for people to touch his back silently. And since Fatil can appear behind him, does this mean that Fatil can pinch him to death silently at any time? This thought made Meng Yuan feel a chill in his back.

Fathir smiled and said: "Join us, stay away from those mortals, they are just burdens, food, slaves~~ But you are different, you are entitled to enjoy everything in the world." What do you think? ”

At this moment, countless countermeasures flashed through Meng Yuan's mind. Righteous words to criticize the other party? And then shout slogans, act as heroes, and save the whole world? Нёǐуапｇｅ.сОМ

Or silently ignore the other party, pretend to be mysterious and profound, and finally go to war with him?

Or just draw a line and not interfere with each other? Cooperative or hostile?

Finally, Meng Yuan showed a smile. "So what position do I get?"

That's right, Meng Yuan coaxed ~~~ Because in Meng Yuan's opinion, he is just a passerby, or is it important to focus on his own interests, "What saves the world, what is being a hero, and caring about me?" So that's all bullshit~~ Only interests are the most important".

And the strength of Fatil is obviously stronger, so the benefits you can get are more, since they invited you, and you still refuse, isn't that a stupid fork? So Meng Yuan directly agreed to Fatil's request.

Therefore, Meng Yuan directly changed his camp, from being a redeemer to a negative boss~~~

Of course, this is not absolute, as long as there are enough benefits, Meng Yuan does not mind changing back into the Redeemer camp again.

Fatil still had that amiable expression. "Good, you're smart, unexpectedly smart."

Meng Yuan smiled and said, "Really? Thanks for the compliment. ”

"I thought you would be like them, and you would decline my friendly invitation," Fatil said. ”

Meng Yuan scratched his head and said, "How could it be~~ Those damned redeemers rejected you because they didn't know how to lift~~ What, you haven't told me what position you have given me?" ”

Fathir smiled: "This is not in a hurry, let's go in and talk about it." Oh yes, I have a gift for you, I hope you will like it~"

After speaking, Fathir walked past Meng Yuan's side and waved his hand slightly at the castle. I saw that the castle, which was still a stubborn stone just now, suddenly changed greatly. An additional castle gate appeared on the stone wall, and it slowly opened outward.

Fathir smiled back and said, "Laugh, but I have to, although magic is omnipotent, the power of technology cannot be ignored." Therefore, the necessary precautions must be there. ”

Meng Yuan asked suspiciously, "Prevent others from invading?" ”

"No, it's to prevent missiles ~~"

Meng Yuan: "I'll go~ This castle can hold the missile?" ”

Fathir said with some pride: "Of course, even nuclear bombs are not a problem, let alone missiles?" The power of magic will definitely not be worse than technology~~"

In an instant, Meng Yuan knew why the redeemers were struggling, they couldn't even break each other's castles, what else could they fight with others? At the same time, Meng Yuan also knew why the Redeemer would collect those ancient magics to study anew~~~ But it's only now that the research has begun, isn't it too late? It's only been ten years, how can it be compared to the thousands of years of inheritance of others~~

This world is a world where magic and technology are confronted~~

Meng Yuan didn't speak, but followed Fatil into the castle with a lot of thoughts.

The castle is still the same, with a hall, a kitchen, a room, and a studio.

Fathir asked as he walked, "Then don't you introduce yourself?" ”

Meng Yuan said: "My name is ~~ Meng Zifei"

Just kidding, the world is so weird, the magic is so perverted, who knows if there is a way to directly control or kill a person with a name? Therefore, Meng Yuan will never reveal his real name. And Meng Yuan also made a plan, if he encounters a magical world in the future, he will directly call Mencius to fly, so as not to capsize in the gutter.

"Well, Mencius Fei, please allow me to call you Zifei. From your Oriental point of view, this will bring the two sides closer. ”

Meng Yuan smiled wryly: "Yes, just let me fly off." ”

Fathir led Meng Yuan directly into the studio, then pointed to the giant mural in the center and said, "This is my gift to you." What do you think? Still satisfied? ”

Meng Yuan looked at the familiar mural and said, "Isn't this a portrait of your castle?" Give it to me? ”

Fathir shook his head and said, "Zifei, you're taking a closer look." ”

Meng Yuan had no choice but to look at it carefully, but this closer look really made Meng Yuan find something different, because the portrait was different from the last time, and there was an extra figure in the castle window~~~

"See? That's my gift to you. Let's go, come in with me~~"

"Go in?" Meng Yuan wondered.

Fatil didn't pay attention to Meng Yuan, but walked directly to the painting, but what made people feel incredible was that Fatil actually blended into the painting, appeared on the path in the painting, and waved his hand back at Meng Yuan.

"I'm rubbing! What's going on? Kerr? Did you see that? It's not scientific! ”

Kerr: ...

Meng Yuan gritted his teeth, and then slammed into the mural.

The imaginary touch did not come, at most it was a slight sense of leaping, as if this foot had crossed into another space.

When Meng Yuan was looking closely, the surrounding scene had completely changed. It's full of black-dominated tones. Even the sky was gloomy, as if it was thick ink that could not be dissolved, making people feel a heavy sense of oppression.