"What? Still a little uneasy? Morgan pushed open the door, pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, and handed Mosin one.

Mosin lit his cigarette and took a hard puff, "Sure, this is Olin, if something goes wrong, you and I won't have enough eight heads!" ”

Morgan shrugged his shoulders, revealing a helpless look, "There is no way, you have to do it." To be honest, if you could be so careful on the front line, you wouldn't be thrown back by your family and aggrieved. ”

Mosin twitched, apparently Morgan's words hit him in the sore spot, "Well, besides, such a little kid is suddenly going to wear armor and fight hard with a bunch of crazy people. And we, the elders, obviously have the ability to solve problems neatly and neatly, but we ......"

Morgan flicked his cigarette ash, "Little brat? Have you forgotten that five years ago, at the San Liago Military Hospital, it was the little kid in your mouth who went back and forth into the heavily polluted area more than ten times, and how many people were carried out? ”

"43 officers, 16 medical personnel." Don't laugh bitterly.

"Don't think of that guy as a normal kid, that's a demon! In other planes, the family of the rejoicers will be offered as if they were princes! Morgan threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed the fireworks with his heavy military boots. Instead of worrying about him, worry about what you're going to eat tomorrow night. ”

Mosin shook his head and stopped talking, but in a trance, his mind returned to the bloody twilight of five years ago. A little boy with an expressionless face, pushing a trolley a little higher than him, carried out the living people who were still moaning in the hospital one by one.

More than a dozen trips?

How can it be......

Mosin remembers very well that his instructor alone was transported out on the twenty-sixth trip.

A little boy with a blank face goes in and out of the San Diego military hospital, full of evil pollution and all kinds of aberrations, just because of ......

A simple conversation, between a soldier and a young boy, without any promises.

"Hello, do you need me to save those people in the hospital?"

Mosin remembered that in front of the San Diego Military Hospital, which had been labeled a second-class contaminated site by the Inquisition, in front of the San Diego Military Hospital, where countless inquisitors in protective suits were hesitant to enter.

A delicate-looking, thin-skinned, tattered child looked up and asked calmly.

In front of those purple eyes, Mosin nodded his head in disgust.

"So, I'm going to get those people out, and you're going to let me and my younger siblings go to school."

"It's ...... convention"

Mosin sneered and muttered in a low voice, "Demon ......"

Morgan shook his head and walked away, there was still a lot of things to nod and deal with, and there was no time to enlighten a stupid bear who had drilled the tip of the bull's horn.

"It's different from my usual training." Sato was worried, "It's all real guys this time. ”

He fiddled with a large, slender firearm, "Eagle Strike, armor with a sniper rifle." Can smash mammoths with a single shot. ”

Fran didn't speak, just stared at the armor in front of him who needed to look up to see the whole picture.

"How? The Feast of the Armor State, using the latest alloy of the Empire, does not increase much in weight, but the defense power has greatly increased. Sato walked over to the weapon rack with the tablet in his hand. At the same time, it is equipped with some auxiliary systems, such as shooting assist, and the dynamic balance system specially designed and made by Captain Moxiso, which can make up for the lack of physical coordination in terms of hardware. ”

Fran nodded and spoke softly, "I kind of agree with what you said......"

Sato was puzzled, "Huh? ”

"He's really beautiful."

Gilded patterns shimmered on unknown metals, and silver-gray armor shrouded otherwise bare joints, effectively protecting key areas. At this time, the feast was less hideous and more dignified and holy. It's like a demon, suddenly unfolding a white language, holy and elegant, but only the hideous and intertwined sharp teeth make this holiness stained with a touch of weird blood!

"Don't appreciate it, hurry up and familiarize yourself with the armor's weapon system." Sato thought in a broken voice, "I don't know if it's up there, and suddenly you're going to have a real fight, and you haven't touched the armor and firearms a few times." ”

Fran shook his head, turned around and sat down on the swivel chair beside him, his fingers constantly slicing over the holographic light curtain, and the killing weapons condensed by countless people's hearts were analyzed by him one by one, and the rules of use were firmly remembered in his mind.

As the sun dimmed, Moxiso looked away from the holographic screen, "Scheduled?" ”

Morgan, who had just entered the door and sat on the broken sofa, took a few breaths and nodded, "Except for the necessary stays, the rest of the inquisitors are on standby here." He took a sip of the already cold tea on the coffee table, "It's almost time, isn't it?" ”

"Well, there is still more than an hour before the ritual time of the Death Holy Cult, which is seven seventeen tonight. The summoning ceremony will begin. ”

"Converted?"

"What conversion?" Moxiso turned his head, and even with that damn pale mask resting, Morgan could easily feel Moxiso's confusion at this time.

"Didn't you say anything about converting the time of the xenoplane to the time on our side or something......

Moxiso sneered, "Are you dreaming?" I've never said anything stupid. As the head of the Inquisition Bureau, don't you know that the time and season of any plane are the same? ”

Morgan thought for a moment, then nodded, "Indeed, it seems that I've never heard of conversion or anything. He waved his hand, "I guess I've been under too much pressure lately, so I'm mistaken......"

Moxiso shook his head and didn't say anything more sarcastic, after all, Mosin didn't dare to hit him, but Morgan would. "How long do you think that little guy will last?"

"It doesn't matter, the paper to wipe your ass is ready anyway. The longer you stick to it, the better. "Morgan doesn't seem to realize the inconsistencies in his words." By the way, I just received the news that the pawn of the dead country is on his way here. ”

"Huh?" Moxiso groaned, then let out a sigh, "Don't worry about anything tonight. ”

"Because of the pawn?"

"Hmm." Moxiso put down his work, and seemed to be really not ready to continue busy, "That's the country of the dead, the country of the dead that is most revered and respected for death." ”

"But the death that the dead believers believe in is a rotten, filthy death." Morgan suddenly realized, and then Moxiso's words continued, "So...... Presumably, the pawn who is one of the Nine Qings will definitely not be in a good mood......"

After all, it's not just a battle of ideas.

In layman's terms, death is considered to be a sweet cake, luscious, tempting, and worthy of respect; And the dead believers think that death is a piece of. Stinks, disgusting, and tiresome!

The dead country follows death, is proud of death, and is not afraid of death!

Dead believers, on the other hand, hate death, fear death, and believe in death! The ultimate goal of those madmen is to live forever!