"Damn it!" Morgan grabbed the phone in his hand and kept giving orders to the executive officers who were at the front of the battlefield at the moment, ordering them not to retreat! Breaking out in a cold sweat, he looked at Moxiso on the side, "What the hell is that thing!" ”

On the pale mask, there was no trace of emotion at all, but the slender right hand grasping the corner of the sofa had already revealed that Moxiso was not calm at this time.

"Divine remains." Moxiso quickly said, "The life of the Cult of Death is Hannah, the rotten giant rat, who is the initiator of the destruction of the lost civilization of the Orin plane! But in the end, Hannah was also killed by the lost civilization of the Orin plane, and the remains of the gods are the remains of the gods! It's the bones of God! ”

"Why the fuck didn't you say it sooner!" Morgan said, tugging at Moxiso's collar.

Moxiso slapped Morgan's hand away, and he, who had always been calm and composed, couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth at this time, "How the did I know that a few cultists could do such a big thing!" ”

"Attention units! The ...... of the ten indicators" Mosin's face froze, pulled over the terminal, and ordered the Broken Sword Legion stationed next to Orin City, ready to directly cover the old factory area with artillery fire.

It doesn't matter if he's a god or a mouse, blow him up a dozen or eight times first.

Moxiso snatched the terminal, "You're crazy! The feast is still inside! ”

Mosin scrambled his neck, confronting the highly respected mechanic for the first time, "I know, but this is near Olin City!" Swapping the lives of a little kid for the lives of everyone in Olin City, what a fucking bargain! ”

Is it cost-effective? After Mosin roared, he was inexplicably deflated, and his eyes kept flashing back to the dusk, expressionless child and the tattered cart that he was struggling to drag behind him......

I'm sorry, little guy, it's a big deal, this matter is over, and I will give you back your life. As for the kindness, the old man will help you take care of your friends.

Moxiso snorted coldly, stared at Mosin's eyes, and said word by word, "It doesn't matter if Fran is dead, the feast must be recovered, otherwise your broken sword will only be liquidated." ”

Mosin's eyes widened, and he muttered a few words like those stinky literati he had always hated, and finally held back a sentence, "I'll go and ask the old man ......"

A steady and warm voice sounded behind itself, "The three of you don't need to be so flustered, the old man thinks that things are not so bad yet. The old man in the antique clothes smiled and played the round.

"Mr. Pawnke, can you handle it?" Morgan's face was gloomy, and reports from the front kept coming, and at this time the curtain had begun to expand, and according to the speed of expansion, in half an hour, it would swallow up the place that was used as a temporary headquarters!

One of the Nine Secretaries of the Dead Country, the pawnster in charge of foreign affairs and ethnic affairs shook his head, "Among that remains, there is Hannah's resurrected hand, and that curtain is the protection he has prepared for himself, and non-divine things are not allowed to enter." But......" the pawn paused, "but this is not the best time for the Divine Remains to be activated, Hannah was artificially awakened early. Just like the premature baby of a human being, it is weak, at best it is stronger than the so-called dependents......"

"What is not divine is not allowed to enter? What does that mean? Morgan frowned.

"When mundane things enter the hatchery of God, they are bound to be polluted by indefensibility and indelible......" the scribe explains.

"Foehn-type nerve gas, it works wonders for this kind of thing, I remember there were some reserves here." Moxiso looked up at Morgan beside him, "Since it's a premature baby, it means that it can be hurt by conventional means, and I need someone to send the foehn-type nerve gas to that damn rat!" ”

"Can't you just hit it with a cannon?" Mosin asked.

"No, if it's God's hatchery, how can it be without a guard? The cannonball didn't get close to the rat at all. ”

Morgan was silent for a moment, "All the executors of the Inquisition Bureau are already on their way, how many foehn winds are there, is it enough to support a saturation shock?" ”

In the rapid exchange of three people, a plan that would inevitably cause extremely heavy casualties was gradually refined, but the pawn never spoke. His white-gray face flashed with surprise, and his eyes stared silently at a holographic screen, not leaving for a moment.

"What about Fran?" Mosin still couldn't help but ask.

Moxiso said coldly, "Death is death, at most take some time to find a test drive." ”

Morgan smiled bitterly, but did not refute, at such a critical time, the Inquisition Bureau is ready to be wiped out again, how can it be possible to spend manpower and material resources to save a demon with no background?

A young man's polite voice rang out, and the entire command fell into a dead silence. also made Po Sen, who had been silently watching the plan, let go of his clenched hands.

"I know that Mr. Moxiso doesn't like me very much, but ......," the boy's voice paused, as if thinking about what words to use to express what was in his heart, "When you say such sad things, don't occupy the public channel, okay?" I get sad once in a while......"

The chewing sound sounded, and the 100% resonance state that had not been seen since the first test drive appeared!

The feast on the screen bowed slightly, like a handsome boy. But the open and hideous interlaced teeth, and the long, slender and forked purple tongue like a snake, made this scene extremely strange.

Mosin smiled dryly and patted Moxiso on the shoulder, trying to ease the embarrassment, "I didn't think you even designed a tongue for the armor......"

Moxiso turned his head and met Mosin's sneering face in a pale mask, "Do you think I'm such a boring person?" ”

Moses' sneer froze on his face, and he looked at the feast in the picture with some horror.

"Dependents?" The pawn hesitated a little, "How is it possible!" Anchors! He was a little stunned, and then clapped his hands and laughed, "You descendants, it is indeed as Your Majesty said, it matters that you are crazy!" ”

Morgan and Mosin looked at each other, and they both looked confused in each other's eyes.

Feast, or rather, Fran stretched slightly, his bony claws glowing with a faint jade light, and he breathed the air greedily, completely ignoring the rancid stench that filled the air, like a child who had just been born.

For the first time, Fran felt for the first time, the excitement of various emotions that existed deep in his heart. The humanity that had been suppressed in the past began to fight back, and then spread rapidly like a raging fire.

He lifted his claws and put them in front of his eyes to examine them carefully, his long purple tongue spitting out, licking the dirty blood that had been stained on the claws at some point.

"So ugly, so filthy, unworthy to eat." Fran chuckled as always, and then said in a cold tone, "Why defile death? ”

The pawn was stunned, and applauded casually, "Wonderful and wonderful!" Why defile death! After this mission, he will inevitably bring wine to the crown of the feaster. ”