Back in the town, Du Qi didn't stop for a moment, handed over the supplies to the warehouse manager Mike, asked Zhang Fu, the deputy captain of the militia, about the situation in the town, and explained the relevant matters of the new member Zhuo Cheng, and went to the Singularity Orphanage to meet the old god stick Paine, and then returned to the mayor's room where the militia was stationed.

After closing the door and plugging in the latch, he sat down at the table and made an equilateral triangle shape on the table with golden source crystals the size of a grain of rice.

Untied from the belt and opened the metal box, the cyan metal ball inside was covered with blood-colored lines.

Having served in the Singularity Base Camp for a long time, Duch has a deep understanding of the Organization's beliefs and beliefs, and also knows that Singularity's blood technology originated from the creator of the Singularity Doctrine.

Even though this world has experienced great destruction and civilization fractures, the Creator still has a few artifacts and technologies left.

The mechanical arm dispersed a faint red mist, and the rough metal hand picked up the cyan metal ball, and Duge looked at it carefully for a while, believing that it was an item left behind by the Creator.

He opened the closet and pulled out a cyan metal box containing a blink of blood left for him by a mind-twister.

Take another water cup, pour in most of the cup of water, use a metal spoon to continuously drip into the blood, and stir well.

The cup is placed in an equilateral triangle formed by the source particles.

Dip your finger in water and quickly write in the middle of the triangle: find suspected remnants of the creator, request identification!

When you finish writing, place the whole metal ball into the water mixed with the blood.

Finally, the source crystal is connected with blood and water.

The source crystals the size of rice grains softened and volatilized, and a stream of energy radiation that was imperceptible to the human body penetrated the roof of the house, soared into the sky, and rushed to the owner of the blood.

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In the far east, in the base camp of the Singularity Organization, in a laboratory of the Singularity Research Institute, there was a person who was doing experiments, and suddenly his brain swelled, and he felt the call from afar, so he quickly stopped the experiment and sat on a chair to close his eyes and recuperate.

In an instant, a line of words, a cyan metal ball, flashed in my mind one after another.

The man opened his eyes, took a glass bottle, poured out a pill, and swallowed it.

The power of the medicine quickly took effect, and the bulging brain gradually calmed down.

After a moment of recollection, he was sure that he would not admit his mistake, and immediately left the office and went back to his residence, went straight to the basement, and lit the candles.

The dense branches of the basement are wrapped around an altar, and a golden branch is lifted.

The man held the branch with one hand, slowly closed his eyes, and sent a message: "The lost god-given things of the Worship Society appear in Sweetwater Town, retrieve them as soon as possible." Confidentiality Level: Top Secret! ”

The branches of the tree have a flickering light, as if they are part of all things in the heavens and the earth, as if they can communicate with all things in the heavens and the earth.

In a moment, the message turned back, and a voice sounded in the man's head: "I'll be done!" ”

One after another, several more messages came over.

"I'll participate."

"I'll participate."

"I participate in ......"

The man lowered the branch, blew out the candle, and went out of the basement, his nails scratching his fingertips, and blood oozing out.

He imagined a reply in his mind, and the blood oozing from his fingertips automatically danced in the air, swaying the corresponding line of words.

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Sweetwater Town, the blood in the cup in front of Du Qi suddenly floated up, turning into a square word: This is a relic of the Creator, keep it properly, wait patiently, I have sent someone to get it.

Calm down, Dooch packed up the items on the table, and packed the cyan metal ball in a box, tied it to his belt with a chain buckle, and carried it with him for safekeeping.

Things are not particularly important, they can be given to Zhuo Cheng and Zhang Fan and others, but now they can't, they can only find opportunities to make up for it from other aspects.

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As soon as the morning dawned, Zhuo Cheng woke up on time and changed to a more comfortable and safe place to live, he didn't sleep well, and his heart was like a stone.

After a simple wash, he changed into the homespun clothes of the militia team, tied a half-worn belt, Zhuo Cheng went out to the square, and before going out, he took an octagonal hammer and inserted it on the belt around his waist.

On the gravel streets, many people are already walking, many carrying hoes and other farm tools, towards the farmland outside the town.

Zhuo Cheng's bare head attracted many people to look at it frequently.

When they came to the square, Zhang Fan and Lin Sheng had not yet arrived, and the canteen aunt carrying the basket came from the other side.

I met yesterday, and Zhuo Cheng took the initiative to say hello: "Aunt Guo is early." ”

The middle-aged woman named Aunt Guo, who may have worked all year round, her dark complexion was carved into her bones with wrinkles, and she smiled at Zhuo Cheng: "You came a little early, and the meal was not good." ”

Zhuo Cheng was embarrassed and explained: "I made an appointment with Zhang Fan." ”

The middle-aged woman whispered, "Wait a minute." She saw that Zhuo Cheng had no hair on his head and was thinner than his peers in the town, so she took out a few pieces of dried sweet potatoes from the basket she was carrying: "Eat the mat first, and wait for a while to eat." ”

In the ruins, for the sake of these foods, people can fight to the death, but here they are given casually.

Zhuo Cheng smiled: "Aunt Guo, I'm not hungry, just eat together later." ”

Aunt Guo didn't say anything more, and went to the cafeteria to prepare breakfast for the militia team.

At this moment, the gate of the singularity orphanage on one side of the square opened, and someone walked behind the door.

Zhuo Cheng moved his steps and looked in at the door.

Behind the gate there is a small courtyard, in the center of which is a double-storey stone building, and the second floor is the tower where the mechanical clock is located, on which there is a conical spire made of whole stone, two meters high, and the surface of the cone is pitted, like the marks left by countless hammers.

Looking down, there is a stone plaque hanging directly above the porch, on which is carved an inverted pentagram!

Among them, there is a carving of a goat's head.

The two horns above the pentagram are carved with the sharp horns of a goat, the ears of the goat are placed on the left and right side corners, the face of the goat is in the middle, and the chin and beard of the goat are in the lower corners.

Because he thought about the evil god last night, as soon as Zhuo Cheng saw the goat, he immediately thought of what he had seen and heard in the singularity camp: "This is the flying goat?" I'm not going to run to the cult headquarters, am I? ”

Someone next to him coughed over and asked, "Zhuo Cheng?" ”

Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Zhuo Cheng came back to his senses, thought of Zhang Fan as a person, pointed to the pentagram and asked, "What is that?" Looks a little weird. ”

"Ahem......" Zhang Fan coughed a few times and said, "The sign of the flying goat." ”

Zhuo Cheng didn't expect him to answer so directly: "Flying goat? ”

Zhang Fan smiled: "You haven't heard of it? The wilderness bandits generally believe in the flying goat, and the teacher used to be the sacrificial wine of the flying goat, but later fell out with the big sacrificial wine of the flying goat, and came to Sweetwater. ”

Zhuo Cheng had never had direct contact with the wilderness bandits before, but it was the first time he learned about it, so he asked curiously: "Does this flying goat have any doctrines?" ”

Zhang Fan thought for a moment and said, "Worship sharp corners? Seeking freedom? By the way, there is a more common saying, people who believe in flying goats say that after the great destruction of the last era, it was the flying goat that recreated the world and opened up a new era, but the flying goat was born alcoholic, and the new era was created by the flying goat when he was drunk, so there are so many defects. ”

Zhuo Chengxin said, this is too unreliable, right? The creator god was drunk on creation? Is the world so fucked up?

Zhang Fan saw the cafeteria open and said, "Go!" Go to breakfast, I'll take you around the town after eating, have a day off today, and be on duty tomorrow for normal training. ”

The two sat in the cafeteria for a while, Lin Sheng and Tusheng came together, and more than 30 people came over to eat one after another.

As Lin Sheng said, the town's militia was distorted by radiant energy, and there were only a handful of people with extraordinary powers.

Just like the blood shooter of the singularity, the Extraordinary Twister belongs to a relatively rare high-end combat power.

Breakfast is sweet potato porridge and singularity cans, which can supplement some of the nutrients that are missing in sweet potatoes.

After eating, Zhuo Cheng followed Zhang Fan around the town to familiarize himself with the environment.

Clouds were accumulating in the sky, and the sun never showed its face.

In the middle of the morning, there was a sudden excited shout from the gate: "The caravan has arrived!" The caravan has arrived! ”

Zhang Fan didn't care about coughing, shouted and ran towards the main intersection, and the whole person was excited.

"Sister Erin is here!" Zhang Fan also explained: "Sister Erin is here, we can change the medicine!" My little white and little red can continue to be powerful! ”

Zhuo Cheng vaguely understood Zhang Fan's mentality, trotted through the gravel roads, and when he came to the intersection outside the town, he saw a long mixed convoy coming from the gate.

At the forefront, a motorcycle with a large body towed.

In the back, there are basically mule and horse convoys, and each car is covered with a tarpaulin towering like a hill, with a red background and a gold equilateral triangle ring of singularity flags.

The convoy was flanked by men on tall horses, dressed in singularity rivet leather jackets, and carrying mechanical repeaters.

The guards at the front, their gas masks covering their entire faces, the huge blood canisters behind their backs, and the extended metal hoses connected to the blood guns.

Not a short gun from Duch, but a long gun with a length of more than a meter!

Zhuo Cheng kept staring at the motorcycle, and when he got closer, he saw more and more clearly, the motorcycle used white bone and metal as the frame, muscles as tires, blood as fuel transmission, and splashed bursts of red mist.

The body of the car is covered with blood-colored lines and pipes, and the engine position is wrapped in a red fleshy layer, and the sound of a heartbeat is constantly emitted.

Although the styles were different, Zhuo Cheng was impressed by the flesh and blood motorcycle: "Mechanic! ”

"Ahem......" Zhang Fan answered: "Yes! Sister Erin is a mechanic. ”

Douge came with a few people at this time, and the convoy stopped in front of the town.

The long legs in the studded leather pants fell to the ground, and the rider bent his fingers to flick the yellow grass leaves off the leather jacket, and got out of the car to remove the hood with the goggles, revealing a wheat-colored face catalyzed by the wind and frost.

This woman is in her twenties, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, a strong figure, three-dimensional facial features, and well-defined lines.

There was a wind blowing, and the short brown-red ear-length hair fluttered in the wind.

The wind blew away the clouds in the sky, and the sun shone down, making Erin's whole person glow.

The moment the sun came out, Zhuo Cheng, who was originally looking at Erin's side, turned his face slowly but firmly, turned to the direction of the sun, the sunlight shone directly into his eyes, he suddenly woke up and turned his head.

Zhang Fan next to him didn't see Zhuo Cheng's actions at all, because he had been staring at Erin.

Zhuo Cheng touched him, and Zhang Fan coughed: "Ahem...... Cough...... I'm looking to see if Sister Erin has brought medicine. ”

Erin greeted Duqi directly and said with a smile, "Mayor Mare, what can I help you this time?" ”

Du Qi looked at Zhuo Cheng and Zhang Fan: "Distort tumor suppressive drugs!" ”