"There is bad news that has nothing to do with us, and there is also news that is related to us, and we don't know if it's good or bad. Which one do you want to hear first?" Yerong led four camels back to the agreed gathering point and asked the others. Surprisingly, the angels and mechs remained in place.
Under the moonlight after nightfall, Diego counted the supplies purchased by Yerong on his own to ensure they were sufficient for the upcoming journey. As for this kind of PR style dialogue, it's up to Dilarocha. In this regard, Dilarocha's interest is much greater than Diego's. Mifara sat next to the newly risen fire, stirring the firewood. The deliberate act of sitting close to others and ignoring oneself made Yerong couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Let's talk about what's related to us first!" Dilarocha asked, putting aside what was at hand.
After sorting out his emotions, Yerong took a breath and said, "The destination we are going to is a gathering place for a group of dark fairies, which should be the group we rescued before. The love song of God may be in their hands."
After listening to Yerong's intelligence, Dilarocha and Diego, who were listening on the side, were shocked. If the overlap between the location of the dark elves and the God's love song is not accidental, then the difficulty of retrieving the God's love song will greatly increase. Dark fairies have never been easy targets for negotiation, and the angels following them are not very calm companions.
They can almost imagine that when they obtain the love song of God, it will inevitably be stained with the blood of dark fairies. This is the most likely thing to happen, and it is also the least they want to see from the Chaos Temple.
With a sigh, Dilarocha asked helplessly, "What about the other news?"
"A slave merchant from the North Land, Kras, joined forces with Goddess to capture this group of dark elves. It is said that the dark elves only had a total of 70-80 people who had escaped before, and Goddess had nearly a hundred subordinates. Kras sent more than 50 people and they were also constantly recruiting adventurers to join the capture operation in various places. I estimate that they have about 250 strength and will gather in the small town we arrived at before. They are scheduled to depart within three days."
This intelligence has further shocked others. The act of slave trade shows signs of resurgence in the current environment without a unified and powerful force. This has always been the most opposed behavior of the Chaos Temple in the desert. Unfortunately, in recent years, the temple's strength has weakened, and it is powerless to intervene and stop such things.
Diego, who sat back by the fire, showed a worried face and whispered, "Assuming that eighty dark fairies have a chance of winning against 250 humans..."
Ye Rong was surprised and said, "You have such a high evaluation of them!"
"Do you really don't know, or are you fake and don't know?" Dilarocha turned her gaze back to Yerong and asked.
The interrogated person shook his head innocently, and Dilarocha continued, "The vast majority of professions that have been passed down by humans are imitations of warriors from other races. For example, knights are cavalry types derived from the Four Seas Dragon Soldiers. In order to compensate for our innate defense differences from the Dragon Clan, humans wear thick armor."
"And we, the concept of Magic Fencer, actually originated from the warriors of dark elves. Because steel armor blocks the induction of absolute magic, we, like dark elves, wear special clothes and practice special skills." Diego continued.
"So... that means..."
"Assuming that one fourth of the eighty dark goblins are warriors, it is roughly equivalent to the strength of twenty Magic Fencer, not to mention their priests and mages. With a lifespan of over three hundred years, they cannot be underestimated. If the ambush is appropriate and the strategy is used properly, it can still be achieved with small efforts. We will depart from here tomorrow morning and should arrive before them. There is enough time for one or two more days to do many things." Diego tried to draw conclusions about the current situation.
"Not to mention..." Dilarocha said in a meaningless sentence as she shifted her gaze to Mifarar beside her.
Noticing the gaze of others, Mifara tossed her head to the side and pouted, "I see their sincerity. Depending on the situation, I may be helping the annoying ghost on the other side."
Upon hearing such a declaration, Diego silently prayed in his heart, hoping that things would not go wrong, such as killing everyone except himself. The most tragic thing is that no matter how one imagines it, it is the most likely thing to happen
Dilarocha and Yerong looked at each other without saying a word. Although no matter how things evolve, the purpose of this trip will definitely be achieved, but the mood doesn't improve, lacking a finishing touch of pain and pleasure. As for the best outcome, they can't say either.
The surveillance camera of Ω 13 kept changing colors, as if watching coldly and mocking everything in the world, as well as the angel. The strange roar from unknown monsters in the distance, along with the unique silence of the desert, added a touch of unease.
The surrounding scenery has transformed from a stack of large and small rocks to a vast expanse of yellow sand, and then back to a monotonous view of rocks, rocks, or just rocks. Perhaps only in extreme monotony can people pay attention to some small areas and discover the constant changes.
The natural appreciation that had already been lost has been rediscovered in these days. Due to the life-threatening battle, it stopped fighting a few days ago. Angels ride on camels, hiding their own people and expressions with a hooded cloak, and deliberately avoiding someone. This makes someone a bit helpless and a bit proud. Because of the initial goal, the transfer of the angel's mood has been achieved very smoothly, but the result seems to be even worse.
When you don't know what to say, never say or do anything! This is Jess's personal experience talk. Wait with a gentle heart and smile, just open your heart and look forward to the other person's investment. Just be aware that the force of this collision is usually not light, and it is highly likely to result in internal injuries and unpredictable consequences. So Jess always leaves with a smile, or rather runs away in despair, unwilling to spend time waiting. From another perspective, a result without results may be the best choice for both parties. Sorry, such a term is not suitable for that man.
Just the current situation, Yerong couldn't escape and could only smile and wait foolishly. Anyway, as far as the environment is concerned, there is nothing else to do. On the contrary, if one does something too narrow-minded in such a vast world, it will make one feel mocked by the desert. Looking up, the endless scenery made Yerong feel that there was nothing to worry about. Let your mood be in a bad mood, clouds or clouds, sand or sand. You won't turn clouds into sand and sand into clouds just because your mood is good or bad.
But today is a little different, the angel took the initiative to bring the camel closer to the mech soldiers. Others thought for a moment that the long dormant battle was about to unfold again, and were on high alert. Unexpectedly, the voice coming from the cloak was a question: "Is there a way to knock you down?"
This kind of question not only stunned three humans for a moment, but even the person being asked, Da Ω, stopped because of it, and the surveillance camera transmitted an unmistakable color.
"Beep beep beep!" Little ω Looking back at Da Ω, he made a buzzing sound and engaged in conversation.
"Oh! I got it. Why don't you ask the few humans ahead? Is that right? Haha, congratulations! Finally, I've learned what 'shameless asking' means!" I replied ω After a sentence, Da Ω turned to the angel and sneered back.
"Don't say pull it down!" The angry angel drove the camel forward. The aircraft soldier behind looked at the angel's back and said in a joking tone, "Hehe! I didn't say anything but talk." At the same time, Xiao ω A continuous buzzing sound was also heard.
As Ω 13 continued to move towards its destination, the group of people who had stopped stopped drove their camels forward. The big Ω surveillance camera kept changing different colors for a while, and when the color returned to aqua blue, the voice came: "How about..." Everyone listened with their ears straight. "No!"
At this moment, a cold and murderous aura erupted from the center of the angel. Everyone shuddered, and the camels under their seats hissed restlessly.
Da Ω continued as if nothing had happened, "I'm sorry, my judgments are all based on existing facts. Ω 13 has only been used four times in the records, and apart from one unexpected shutdown, there has been no task failure. Based on various data analysis, the probability of future failures is far less than the negative 19th power of ten."
It is obvious that the only accident sparked considerable interest. Da Ω had no intention of concealing it and continued, "That time was on the original sixth planet in the solar system. The technology of the inhabitants of this planet was overdeveloped, to the point where they despised the existence of God to an unbearable extent. The Eighth Army was instructed to launch a strong attack on this planet without success, and God directly ordered the Thirteenth Army to reinforce with Ω 13. After Ω 13 was activated, the four Great Flame Angels of the Eighth Army fired three consecutive shots at the maximum output of the Apocalypse Cannon, destroying the planet. It was equivalent to before my mission was completed, the mission target had already been destroyed, so I was recalled by the Eighth Army. Otherwise, I and Xiao would be taken back." ω About 70% of the parts on the whole body are handmade and assembled by Lucifer, and production will only begin when the command to use Ω 13 is received. In theory, such weapons cannot be used to deal with the Fallen Angel Army of the Thirteenth Army, although that is the fact
"Oh~Isn't that very inconvenient? I only do it when I need to use it." Yerong chewed his tongue on the side, and Da Ω immediately replied, "If you keep Ω 13 well, where do you want to save it? If it's already activated before use, wouldn't that be even more headache inducing! At that time, no one stopped me, and the only way to stop it might be to follow the example I just mentioned. The lighter of the two harms, do you want safety or convenience?"
Yerongton is a stuttering language. "Isn't there any way to make me stronger?" asked Mifara, who had a close relationship with him, bringing the topic back
"Becoming stronger, no. If you want to enhance your strength, there are still a few ways."
For Da Ω's contradictory words, Mifara did not delve deeper, she only noticed the word "method" in the words. She waited silently for the next explanation.
"Returning to the place where you belong, or a similar environment with higher dimensions, combined with appropriate training methods, can naturally enhance and refine your strength. In the world of the third dimension, you will always only have this level."
A simple and clear description, but the angel waiting for the answer did not respond, but a faint murmur came from the wind: "Where should I go again?". No one is sure if this sentence came from the angel's mouth, or if it was just a ringing in their own subconscious. Yerong, who was most dissatisfied with Da Ω's answer, asked, "Is there only one way to leave?"
"Unfortunately, there are many methods, but that is the most natural one. How good do you want to achieve by raising fish on dry land? Rivers or oceans are where it should stay."
"Is there no other way?" Yerong persisted in asking.
After thinking for a while, Da Ω finally said, "So what about corruption?"
"Fallen?" Da Ω began to explain Yerong's confusion, "Fallen is actually an intense transformation reaction of angels towards their environment, emotions, and thoughts, quickly transforming themselves into a state that is in line with time and place. This is equivalent to changing from one life to another, and when they adapt to the environment, their strength will inevitably increase."
"Isn't that great!" Yerong said happily. But on second thought, there seemed to be something wrong with it. He asked, "If... that's the case, why isn't it called metamorphosis or feathering? And the term 'decadence' is used instead?"
"I thought of the key point, that's good." Da Ω smiled a few times before continuing, "Let me use a metaphor to describe it. If life is like a river, angels are confined to a dyke called 'law'. Feathering and metamorphosis are phenomena that take time to brew and then change. It's like opening up a channel for a river first, waiting for it to be properly planned and complete before introducing the water into it. Then, falling is knocking out a hole in the dyke, and you don't know how the river will change its course after a breach, nor do you know the size and severity of the breach. This is a powerful destructive and uncontrollable mutation." This is also one of the reasons why fallen angels were demoted to demons at that time, because most fallen angels were unable to adhere to their original ideals and good intentions. Indulging in excess and doing evil are also manifestations of sin. "
"That means..." Yerong tried to draw a conclusion for such a result. After thinking for half a day, Da Ω, who was bored, took it on his own and said, "That is to say, when he falls, he is no longer himself."
"Is there no other way?" Yerong asked again. But this time, Da Ω seemed a bit impatient and replied, "Unfortunately, other methods only achieve twice the result with half the effort. If you talk, it's like not talking. Besides, I'm too lazy to talk. If you have to think about it yourself!"
Being snatched by Da Ω for a while, Ye Rong couldn't ask any more questions. As the party involved, Mifarar remained silent, and no one could guess what was on her mind, so she had no way to start.
"Can't I become stronger then..." Mifarar's clear voice came from the wind, and Diego asked for the first time, "So what do you think strength is?"
Turning his gaze to Diego, Mifarar looked at the silent man with an incredulous expression. After a while, he pointed at Da Ω and said, "Strong is like beating this guy into scrap metal!"
Upon hearing Mifarar's declaration, Da Ω only showed a disdainful expression, as if saying, "Come and give it a try.". This action almost made them fight again, but Diego interrupted their momentum and continued, "Is this maternal love strong enough for a mother who is willing to sacrifice her precious life for her child? Is it strong enough for someone who can persist in walking for their own ideals? Is it strong enough to admit and correct their mistakes? Compared to just picking on what they can do, is it strong enough for someone who knows it's impossible to do it again? Only those who fight invincible in the world are called strong?"
The angel remained silent, while the nearby Yerong retorted, "What is that strength?"
I don't know
Yerong looked puzzled at Diego's answer. Diego continued, "I believe that no one can provide a convincing definition for seemingly simple terms such as' strong ',' good ', and' evil '. But I know another thing: what I should pursue is my own answer, not someone else's answer. What is strong is meaningful to me, and even if there are many good reasons to annotate it, it is meaningless to me! If I simply defeat someone, I can call it strong. That was already in the tomb of King Midian before." I have sacrificed my life. Because what I have seen may be a realm that I cannot reach even after exhausting my entire life. But in the limited time, I am willing to pursue this goal, which is also a strong manifestation... "
Diego's lengthy speech is rare, but the audience seems to be not very cooperative. Yerong and Dilarocha were already on their way and secretly hid behind a nearby giant rock. Ω 13 moves towards its destination on its own. And beside the angel, there was an increasingly strong murderous aura. Only Diego remained unconscious and continued to talk nonsense. It seems that the dissatisfaction accumulated in his heart these days also carries a considerable weight.
When the first scream spread throughout the gravel desert, both Yerong and Dilarocha, who were hiding, involuntarily curled up. The outside screamed incessantly, and those who hid trembled incessantly. When the voice fell behind for a while, Yerong cautiously poked his head and said, "It turns out that men who like to preach are not likable. And the most infuriating thing is the irrefutable truth."
"What about the man who likes to gossip?" Dilarocha patted Yerong's back heavily and asked. Yerong withdrew his head and expressed dissatisfaction with Dilarocha's behavior. But seeing the other person's surprised expression, I also felt puzzled. Following Magic Fencer's dull gaze, Yerong trembled and said, "Yes... I will suffer unfortunate consequences..."
The angel with six wings in front of him is slowly descending from the sky. His red eyes and clenched fists all indicate that some people's misfortune is about to come.
Fortunately, all three of them were still alive and had relatively minor injuries, except for a few broken ribs and spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. Fortunately, even the camels are fine, so they can still make their way. Fortunately, there was not much delay, so we should have had enough time to arrive before the other group of people. Fortunately, the weather has been relatively smooth these past few days. A great fortune in misfortune
In fact, it would be easier to turn around the two of the "great blessings in misfortune". For example, in the midst of great fortune, one can only endure a beating inexplicably. Well, after thinking in a different direction, it became much simpler, Yerong thought to himself.
In front of me is a complex of yellow sand and giant rocks, with only the adjective "boundless" remaining unchanged. The two towering rocks standing beside the road are like isolated high mountains in a sea of sand. Cacti and small grass adorn the yellow landscape with green, and the blue sky gives people a feeling of another world.
When the world is no longer lonely, shadows come into view. Ye Rong and his delegation accelerated their pace and entered the final destination of this journey.
The dark fairy settlement built around a small oasis is not as hostile as imagined, nor is it hospitable and enthusiastic. This place is like a dead city, inhabited by a group of unconscious dead.
In order to avoid the dazzling sunlight, all men, women, and children wore heavy cloaks. No one cares about guests from other places, just avoiding their bodies like walking corpses.
However, this situation did not last long, and there is still something that can put seeds of surprise into them. When Yerong noticed that the dark elves present were staring at them repeatedly, he leaned closer to Diego and said, "No problem, right?"
With a reassuring gesture, Diego said, "Don't worry, they're not paying attention to us, but to those behind us."
"What's at the back?" Yerong looked back and asked inexplicably, "Is there anything really surprising?"
"I just remembered who the gods they worshipped were."
"Who?" Faced with Yerong's question, Diego tried to respond as quietly as possible, "Queen Spider..." But such a tone was still a bit too loud for the sensitive dark fairy. And this term also stirred up a ripple in their lifeless emotions, which was the crystallization of fear and fear. Yerong also learned at this time that the spider shaped small ω That's the focus of attention.
I thought I would pass through the settlement of dark fairies without any obstacles, and I couldn't even figure out who to turn to for God's love song. But the demon blocking the way still appeared, and the other party was familiar with it. The Dark Fairy Magic Swordsman, who had met before, occupied the center of the road and asked, "Are you all..."
"We are Magic Fencer from the Temple of Chaos, and we have urgent matters to report to the mistress of your family." Diego tried his best to respectfully say this to avoid causing too many unnecessary reactions and leading to adverse consequences. Of course, it will definitely be the other party who dies in the end, not oneself. However, even so, that was not what he hoped to see.
The other party asked formulaically, "What's going on?"
"The tomb raider in the desert, Gossan, and the slave merchant, Crass, gathered about 250 people and headed towards this place."
Finally, I saw a slightly different expression on the other person's face and waved to signal others to come and greet everyone. The Dark Fairy Magic Swordsman went to another place on his own to report to everyone who should have known this news.
Not long after staying in a rudimentary tent, the group was led to another larger tent. Upon being called to the guest seat, Yerong realized that all the people sitting down were women, while men only had the privilege of standing at the back. Of course, the old acquaintance seemed to be in the back row as well. It's uncertain because my ability to recognize people by looking at headscarves is not as strong as the two Magic Fencer from Chaos Temple.
The woman sitting in the center position tightly closed her eyes and remained silent. The female dark fairy on her left asked for the source of the news and other related intelligence. Diego answered truthfully one by one, while the others happily entrusted this troublesome task to Diego alone.
Just during the conversation, a strange feeling lingered in Ye Rong's heart and could not be erased. Because these notorious dark goblins are not discussing how to punish and provoke their enemies, nor are they discussing how to annihilate incoming warriors, nor are they discussing how to make invaders feel the pain of the cone. But rather discussing how to avoid this catastrophe, and even considering escaping.
For a moment, Yerong thought he had arrived at the gathering place of cowards. But observing their characteristics, the villains who are called Zhuo Er are the group in front of them. Why are these bad guys full of thoughts of running for their lives?