This is a battle related to the future of Salted Fish, and in Song Lan's mind, its importance is far higher than that of the war that is taking place in the Third Neutral Country.

His eyes kept meeting with Lu Xiang, and just as the war was evolving towards the white-hot stage, a fluttering voice came in.

"Oh, I've heard about the people of the coalition government for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be open to such a degree."

An unknown third party intervened in the war.

This is a woman's voice, so that Lu Xiang was highly alert at the first time, and at night, a strange woman suddenly appeared in the house, which is not a good sign.

When they followed the prestige, they realized that something was wrong.

The uninvited guest did not come in through the doorway, but opened the window on the tenth floor and jumped lightly into the living room, and they also saw a pair of bat-like wings growing out of the woman's back retract at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although Medell's body has also undergone an insectoid transformation due to the injection of Yungang Bio's genetic drugs, her wings cannot be used for flight.

Song Lan must emphasize that breaking into someone's home late at night is a dangerous act, especially in a city like the 17th arrondissement.

In accordance with the regional ordinance and the high crime rate in the past, the law allows citizens to protect themselves to the maximum extent possible in the event of an invasion of their homes, and they have unlimited rights to fire against unknown intruders.

If he hadn't been a pacifist, this beautiful intruder would have been splattered with blood by now.

This uninvited guest reveals a wild beauty all over his body, and even his dress style does not look like a city person, and the simple and monotonous fabric is like those girls who have broken into modern society from the forest.

This girl once again played her self-familiar characteristics at this moment, and after sharply commenting on the terms that Lu Xiang took out, she was attracted by the sumptuous dinner on the table, and did not hide her desire.

Out of politeness, she took the initiative to introduce herself, "My name is Night Heron, and Father Bruno said that someone would entertain me when I came here. ”

Ever since she saw the food on the table, her gaze had been glued to the utensils with an indescribable magic, and she felt that it would be difficult for her to take her eyes off the food that seemed delicious before she swallowed it.

Compared to the severed arms of human beings or the chitin carapaces of mutated creatures, these things seem to be more in line with people's imagination of food.

She took the initiative to introduce herself.

If it were to be the custom of a Third Neutral Village, the couple in the apartment would have welcomed her warmly.

Although he had modified Father Bruno's words to a certain extent, Nightheron believed that the empathetic leader of the swarm in front of him would not mind.

During the conversation, Lu Xiang also noticed the unusual details on the night heron.

The eyes are amber, and if memory serves, when the other person rolls out of the window into the living room, the eyes still emit a faint light, and they look like some kind of nocturnal animal; She has teeth sharper than mutated creatures, and the length of her tongue is the same as Tesla Technologies' Snake household robot; The most conspicuous thing was her slender and sharp nails, which were full of dirt, and when Lu Xiang looked closely, he realized that these dirt were not dirt, but blood and pieces of flesh left by unknown creatures.

Ever since the night heron appeared in the living room, there had been a faint smell of blood in the apartment.

And she had just mentioned Father Bruno's name.

"Do you know Father Bruno?"

"Of course."

Nightheron was still staring straight at the food on the table, but he replied very quickly, "We met many times when we were in church, and we carried out many orders from the moon god together. ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, Lu Xiang always feels that the night heron has entered a state of hunting, and she may pounce on their table like a predator at any time.

In order to prevent the night heron from destroying the furniture, Lu Xiang could only reluctantly invite the uninvited girl to dinner with him.

As expected, Yelu ignored tools such as bowls, chopsticks, and spoons, and she trusted her slender nails and claws more, and Lu Xiang was also the first time she had seen someone pour food directly into her mouth when she ate.

The night heron's mouth can open wide enough to swallow an entire plate in its mouth.

Except for her resemblance to a human and her ability to speak human language, Lu Xiang really couldn't find any other human shadow from the night heron, and all her behaviors were no different from the mutated creatures wandering in the "outside world".

At the same time, she didn't have much patience, and politely refused Song Lan's offer to help her steam rice in a rice cooker again, but directly picked up the bag of rice and swallowed the raw rice into her stomach.

"It's really worthy of the treatment of a clan leader."

After swallowing a whole bag of raw rice, Night Heron sighed happily, "No wonder Father Bruno betrayed the church and took refuge in you. ”

"Now that you're full, it's time to tell us why you're here, right?"

Lu Xiang couldn't let go of the night heron, and her intuition kept warning her that this beastly girl was definitely a dangerous person.

Much more dangerous than all the criminals she's ever encountered.

However, in response to her question, the night heron showed a strange expression, and she did not answer the question, "Father Bruno said that you are the leader of this tribe. ”

Although she doesn't know much about the affairs of big cities, judging from the title, Lu Xiang should be almost the same as the archbishop.

Lu Xiang nodded inexplicably.

"In that case, then you should have heard the call."

"I am the messenger of this festival, and I am here to invite you and your people to this sacrifice of the end, which is the supreme honor, and only the chosen ones are qualified to come to the center of this festival. ”

Lu Xiang recalled the news that had been delivered from the garbage dump not long ago.

In addition to Father Bruno's strong recommendation that they go to the Third Neutral to find out, the Devourers have also expressed that they feel the call of some unknown force.

"What happened to the Third Neutral?"

"Civil War."

The well-fed Night Heron's eyes flashed with frenzy, "The church has started a war with the Barossa Group, the seal of the 'Mine' has been broken, and the monsters have escaped from it, but there is no way to do it, after all, among all the Chosen One, there can only be one winner in the end." ”

"Now that you're here, you know that the coalition government is ready to declare war on the Third Neutral, right?"

"You're referring to the humans out there?"

The night heron tilted its head cutely, but there was a cruel and bloodthirsty glint in its eyes, "They will all die there and complete this festival as a sacrifice to the final winner." ”

The Seventy-Two of the Small Theatres:

Monday, early in the morning.

Early this morning, Lu Xiang rushed home from the bureau.

For the people of the city, it was just another calm morning.

But today is of great significance to Song Lan.

Lu Xiang carefully examined the customs about the Spring Festival and determined that it was a tradition before the Third War, and after the war, most of the festivals disappeared, and the founding day was the only celebration within the territory of the coalition government.

Except for Song Lan, no one seems to remember this festival, let alone celebrate it.

When he returned home with a large bag and a small bag, Song Lan had already finished arranging, and Lu Xiang looked around, and the entire living room was occupied by festive red.

In his words, it's about a good omen for the new year.

Although Lu Xiang believes in scientism and does not agree that these unscientific methods can guarantee that they will have smooth sailing in the next year, she is willing to accompany Song Lan through this important festival.

Especially when Song Lan mentioned that in order to celebrate the Spring Festival, he would make a big table of sumptuous food tonight, and she decided that the Spring Festival was a glorious tradition left by people before the war.

"You bought all the firecrackers, right?"

Seeing Lu Xiang carrying a large bag and a small bag into the door, Song Lan was overjoyed, he originally thought that he would not be able to buy fireworks and firecrackers this year.

"No, these things have been discontinued."

Lu Xiang shook his head, "But I found something to replace them...... Pulse grenade, anti-armor bazooka, tactical flare, Type-78 plasma cannon......"

(End of chapter)