"The target has been locked, permission to attack is requested."

In the thick of the night, the angular and hideous metal monster sent a message to the rear command headquarters with a wireless communication module hidden behind it.

At this point, his weapon system had completely locked on to the unreasonable madwoman, and all it took was a command from the rear, and countless screaming miniature rockets dragging blazing flames would turn the madwoman into a puddle of rotten meat.

But the strange thing is that this time the speed of the rear command's receipt order is extremely slow, you must know that in the Inquisition, efficiency is the first element.

"Preheat the system, wait for instructions!"

An unusual command came from the headset, but the metal monster didn't hesitate to re-lock the security system of its weapon. "Yes!"

The metal monster that had relocked its weapon shrugged, and there was an inaudible thud at the thick joints covered in lubricated oil.

He knew his position, a sword, a sword that was incapable of stepping on the battlefield to conquer the Alien Plane for His Majesty the great Gullydan. But he's still a good sword, a good sword dedicated to strangling any evil god who threatens Olin City in the night.

The sword, on the other hand, doesn't need a brain, you just need to know who to swing it at.

"This is the headquarters, please reply when the wild ghost hears it!"

"Wild ghost received! Please speak. ”

The wild ghost, the ghost of the mountains, lurks in the twilight of the mountains, wanders under the stars, waiting for an opportunity to plunder the lives of the poor and wretched, and he has always been happy with this code name, as he has always been.

"Receive the document, you have three minutes to read it, reinforcements are on the way."

"Roger."

As always, the style of the trial bureau, simple and crude, but efficient.

With the 265-bit dynamic key sent along with the armor verification, a document with only a few paragraphs of text appeared on the Wild Ghost's visor.

Just at the first glance, the famous ghost of the wilderness only felt frightened, and captured the gods?

Those officials don't know how weird those things are, right?

The wild ghost read the few lines of text over and over again, and after a moment he sighed heavily in vain, of course this document was more than a few lines, but his authority was not enough, and there were too many things hidden in the shadows.

The only useful information available is that the operation is called "Prometheus", which is derived from the ancient mythology of fire stealers.

Prometheus, in ancient religious mythology, was a god from the Titans, who created humanity with Athena, the goddess of wisdom, and stole fire from Zeus for the survival of mankind.

And today, humanity intends to become the second Prometheus, stealing from the gods.

"Call the Wild Ghost, have you finished reading?"

The wild ghost took a deep breath and calmed himself briefly, but his tone was still full of disbelief.

"I've finished reading, is it crazy on it?"

The emotional turmoil was the first time that the veteran censor with a distinguished record had made such a gaffe.

"Be careful about your ......"

The communicator seems to have been cut off from communication by some special circumstance, and the wild ghost knows that this is a person with a higher level of communication authority who forcibly switched the line, as for the invasion of the communication line by foreign enemies?

Don't be funny, it's Orin here!

The capital of the dynasty, the best mechanics in the entire plane are gathered in this majestic and majestic giant city, not to mention precision gears, but the young men in the clock shops on the street pull out, all of them are capable of beating those so-called revolutionaries.

"Hiss...... Can you hear ME? Wild ghosts? ”

"I can hear you, sir!"

Since the other side did not report his position and name in advance, the wild ghost naturally would not ask stupidly, he is a sword, not a fool.

"Wild ghost, it's a good code name."

"Thank you, sir!"

Thanks for what? Thank you for what? The wild ghost didn't know, but he knew that if he didn't put on a well-behaved and humble attitude, he might become a dead ghost on the death list in the next mission due to some unplanned product of force majeure.

"Originally, there are some things that I don't need to explain to you, but for the sake of your dedication to the empire, I think you, a hero, have the right to know about this great plan of the whole empire, so, are you willing to know?"

It was an invitation, and years of work in the Inquisition Bureau had sharpened the ghost's sense of smell, both in the pursuit of criminals and in other ways.

"Wild ghosts, willing to know."

"Very well, Manshushava is with you. So now, go and do what you're supposed to do. When I'm done, I'd love to meet you and talk about the wonderful night sky of Olin. ”

Manshusawa ......

The wild ghost is a little dizzy, that flower of death, he is just a wild ghost wandering in the lower city, how can he be?

A warning sign suddenly appeared in the heart of the wild ghost, this is not a good thing, this inexplicable but extremely heavy invitation, undoubtedly does not show one thing, the so-called "Prometheus" project is not as crazy and immature as it seems, at least not like a rough plaything made by a child.

The roar of the magic crystal engine broke through the wild ghost's thoughts, and a huge armored vehicle spewed white mist and stopped beside the wild ghost, and with a dull footstep, an ironclad guard of different shapes broke through the white fog brought by the armored car, and quietly guarded around the armored car.

With a pleasant click, the metal door with three occlusal gears slowly opened, and a touch of white that did not belong to the dirty downtown appeared in the dirty air of the downtown.

"Moxiso."

The man in the white coat and the strange mask stretched out his hand, maybe he should call the boy, the too thin body made the wild ghost even a little doubtful, his big hand would make a rather tragic or bloody meeting?

"Wild ghosts."

After hesitating for a short time, Wild Ghost decided to believe in the professionalism of precision gears.

As the Crystal engine turned, the Devil's giant steel hand gently touched the strange man named Moxiso, which was not rude and kept the apparently noble mechanic safe.

"Explain the current situation."

"At 3 p.m. yesterday, our bureau received a tip that someone in Xiacheng District had purchased a large number of fresh animal offal, and at 3:07 p.m., the nearest judge of our bureau had discovered and continued to track the target. At 3:24, reinforcements arrived, but they were attacked by some unknown creature, and at 3:36, the place was blocked, the crowd dispersed, and the order was waited. So far, at 2:06 a.m., there has been no abnormality until you show up. ”

"You're the only one staring here?"

"No, thirty-six other knights are on standby in their armor."

"Very well, invite me to your battle sequence, and I will give the assignment."

With the transfer of the light curtain at the visor, a user named Moxiso joined the Inquisition's dedicated combat sequence, and was at the highest level of the sequence's team.

This means that whenever he occupies the channel, no one under him can communicate in any way.