"What do I want... 'blood'? So what do I want... 'honey'?" "Fu Bing" stared at Anatoly's ugly, dirty, dark, and viscous face, and held Anatoly's arm with both hands and struggled hard.

"'Blood' will leave you and send you from this hell on earth to a hell surrounded by steel, while 'honey' represents the most delicious fruit in the Garden of Eden, of course, not an apple." Anato said in a playful tone.

His assistant Yuri was holding the standard "Bothria" pistol equipped by the federal middle-level officers, spreading his arms, one left and one right, and facing the heads of Wright and Yadaroni.

The three knew that no matter how much extraordinary power they had, even if their own strength surpassed the order 2: abandonment, facing these mechanical weapons that had changed the times created by humans during the Steam Era, they would be as fragile as withered leaves.

Faced with the advantageous situation, Anatoly laughed wildly, his voice was sometimes sharp, sometimes harsh, sometimes like a low whisper, sometimes like a sing.

However, in the world created by the Creator, the gods would not allow such crazy joy to exist for too long. Taking advantage of the slowdown of Anatoli's arm, "Fu Bing"'s expression suddenly changed, and suddenly raised his legs and kicked Anatoli's lower body.

"Ah!" Anatoly did not expect "Fu Bing" to have such an unexpected "hand". He suddenly felt more intense, lasting, unbearable than tens of millions of silver needles or tens of millions of short swords piercing the body back and forth, covering the dual levels of physical and spiritual.

He leaned forward and his legs were limp.

Taking advantage of the short-term suppression of the enemy, "Fu Bing" immediately pulled out the heavy gun from Anatoly's waist and easily pointed it at his chest.

"Anatoli, you are not just Shaneva's lackey, you are also the loser. Tell me, why? Why did you help humans to coerce the lostr?" "Fu Bing" asked.

"The Lost... Hahaha, the Lost." Anatolly's weak voice added a bit of distorted tone to his duckling voice. "You... you have read... Ivan Twenty-two's "New File", you should understand... We Lost are just human defects that failed evolution.

"We are not qualified to... look up to ourselves, nor can we... participate in this... doomed destruction struggle with an independent race. We... either fall into 'unintentional people' and do things on pure instincts. Or... we must return to humanity and depend on them... exist."

"You are crazy, Anatoly. No, I should call you the title of "Flame Burning" in the "Odyssey Spear". "This time, "Fibing" changed to mock Anatoly in a playful tone. "I heard that you are used to using the ultimate flame to burn out all humans who dare to fight the "Odyssey Spear" and reshape the authority of the lost through flames.

"Maybe, these are just some unrealistic rumors, right? After all, in front of the long night, the flames are weak, and they will be extinguished with just a little cold wind. I... I have also tried to rely on humans in exchange for the living space of the 'order club'. But I was wrong..."

"Wrong? Why are you wrong?" Anatoly snorted coldly.

"Vasily only wants to use our extraordinary power to achieve his fantasy in his dreams of falsehood. 'Evolution Station', 'Gnazi Line of Defense', 'Absolute Elimination', these are not ideals to be envied and pursued. On the contrary, they are all one trap after another that is enough to destroy Cruzde." "Fu Bing" half-roared:

"These outrageous sacrifices, stupendous wars, and sanity that are so hypocritical that they are desperately illusory ideals, are extremely dangerous, full of suffering and death. Even if they are admired by humans and worshipped gods, they cannot give humans a way to escape from crisis. Why should an ambitious man sealed himself be trusted?"

"But he is great... woo... emperor, he guided the Cruzds to the golden age." Anatoly defended himself, enduring the pain that made his limbs numb.

"Such an emperor has become a cruel ambitious... Who knows? Maybe his soul was replaced by Satan, maybe he wanted a simple destruction. Just like that." "Fu Bing" said, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose.

At the moment when no one could react, he slammed Anatoli's abdomen with his left fist and quickly pulled the trigger with his right hand.

Bang bang bang bang!

Three consecutive shots, almost within a second, hit Anatoli's deputy. Yuri's arms and thighs instantly leaned forward, fell to the ground with his back, knocked his nose, knocked half of his teeth, and temporarily lost his combat ability.

Yadaroni was quick-witted and quickly picked up the "Bothria" pistol that Yuri had dropped, aimed it at Yuri's head and heart with his back, and stepped firmly on Yuri's back, completing the transformation from "prey" to "hunter".

"Now, Anatoly, no, Mr. Yanfen, what else do you have to say? Do you still want me to choose 'honey'?" "Fu Bing" immediately changed into a "villain" face.

He understood that whether it was the arrest of Adaroni or the "invitation" to him, the former "order club" and "holder", was essentially not Shaneva's direct instructing him.

Looking for the "source like a stone pillar" and then launching the "mind control platform", which seriously violates Cruzde's general moral education, will inevitably not be approved by the city committee, nor will it be recognized by the guards, urban troops and citizens.

The open arrest means the end of Shaneva's career as an administrator, and even more so the end of her life.

Therefore, "Fu Bing" judged that only Anatoli came to "invitation" him this time, and at most several "operation personnel" hired by the "City Safety Committee".

Even if the two lost traitors were executed here, Shaneva must have to swallow her anger and find another opportunity to take revenge.

Just as "Fu Bing" was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly found a ripples flashing in the surrounding space.

At first, he thought it was an illusion caused by the increase in the concentration of "burning liquid" in his body, but the next second, a strong white light replaced the dim light in the underground dormitory room.

The world around began to become clear, a faint gentle wind blew, and the air began to fill with a faint fragrance of rice and wheat.

"Fu Bing" looked straight ahead. The dim rooms, monotonous cities, and the world full of blood no longer existed. There was only an ancient silver tree that seemed to lead directly to the sky, bathed in an incandescent holy light.

Golden wheat ears can be seen everywhere, full, and shining golden light, like a layer of heavy gold. The wheat fields are endless, and countless satisfied laughter comes from all directions. Coupled with the deep sun eyes hanging high in the air, the marble brick wall built at the end of the ridge behind them, the standard second era when the Cruzed farmers were harvested in a good year.

However, the next second, a green but slightly heavy voice appeared, and the scene in front of "Fu Bing" collapsed instantly, hidden in reality in the extreme distortion.

"Is it the [tempter]? No, I was immune to this trick after fighting Yato under the Socra waterway. Oh, you are the [fraudulent] right? You can use the ‘Induce Dreams’ skill to irritate us into dreams without realizing it. Either we are in hallucinating and crazy, or in the real world, attack us, I'm right, Mr. Anatoly?"

"You... can actually be able to escape from my control. Could it be that the title of "Echoer" is not rumor. Are you really, "evil god"?" Anatoli looked at Wright's white face in horror and the dark pupils that were enough to put all human beings into the abyss.

He didn't expect that his "inducing dreams" ability that he had tried and tested would be cracked by Wright in just a few seconds. Even though Shaneva reminded him of Wright's strength, his excessive confidence and skillful skills made him forget him.

Under the extreme fear and doubt, he forgot to withdraw his hand that was about to pinch "Fu Bing"'s neck again. It was not until the pain that penetrated the bones came that he was forced to retract his hand, kneel on his knees, staring at Wright in a daze, and the six "dark touch" that broke free from his back, squirming desperately.

"Since I was summoned to this world, I have the ultimate spiritual power. Unless I want to, I will not have any mental disorder, nor will I fall into hallucinations and dreams. Oh, by the way, when I only have Level 5: Pain, I was indeed pulled in by the [Fraudster], but now I am Level 3: Fight." Wright said, raising his left arm, which was slightly radiant with red and gold, and said:

"You are just slightly stronger than rank 5 and weaker than rank 4. Any of your 'temptation' skills are destined to be invalid for me, the [Order]."

Wright said, waking up "Fu Bing" and Adaroni who were still half-awake, urging:

"Let's go, 'Fu Bing', go to the place we should go first, and then make plans."

"Okay, but this Anatoly, our Lost Traitor, I must teach him an unforgettable lesson!" "Fu Bing" said, picking up the "Bothria" pistol and pointing it at Anatoly and Yuri's heads in turn.

Bang!

Bang!
Chapter completed!