87_87643 Seventeen Silence sits in the cab of the re-activated Retribution. The line builds a steel chair, and if there are more instruments and displays around, then he will be more like Robocop.

After the fierce battle, everyone was exhausted. The mages must go to rest and regain their nearly depleted mental strength in deep meditation, the paladins return to the makeshift temple in the captain's room to pray, and perhaps report to their gods on the completion of the mission; Carlo is still paralyzed and unconscious, and Chloe, the only warrior in the team, naturally takes on the duty of caring for her; as for Simon, whether he is too nervous to escape by himself in the magic ship or disgruntled, he actually leaves the steering wheel and hides in the cabin to sleep quietly- Forty-seven mercifully tolerated this offense, anyway, the Retribution is now considered an automatic driver, and he will not be needed for a while.

In the regular vibration caused by the engine, there was a sudden "crackle". An electric flame jumped out of the bridge and flowed along the dimples in the ground to the dark corners, illuminating a slender figure standing still.

She walked from behind to Forty-Seven—the metal boots were silently on the same metal ground, but where she passed, fine pieces of blue-white lightning burst out of the cracks in the steel, spreading in all directions. From time to time, two or more bolts of lightning collided as they circled the steel chamber, causing the sparks to rain down like raindrops, illuminating both her and Forty-Seven.

The high-backed mechanical chair spun around in half a circle without hindrance, and Forty-Seven came face to face with the Iron Woman. Other than that, he didn't make any moves. It seems that they have forgotten that they had fought happily in the first two meetings, and the sky was dark, but indifferent and quiet, like a tyrant waiting for his courtiers to meet.

The Iron Woman stood about five paces away from him. She put a hand on her waist, a cold light flickering between her fingers, and her blue eyes stared coldly at the abyssal red fire that seemed to be a little hotter and more vicious.

When the rain of fire in the cab subsided, she spoke. The voice is clear and methodical, like a synthesized signal from a pulsed circuit: "There is a zài abnormality in your self-consciousness. The Chaos Force, which does not belong to the Juggernators, has polluted you, and you need to purify it. ”

The ** metal that makes up the forty-seven faces twists into a sinister smile.

"Juggernaut? Juggernaut has been dead for countless centuries. Perhaps earlier than the extinction of the dinosaurs. Now that Big Brother Optimus Prime is dead...... Then I will be honored to succeed him in leading the Autobots forward. ”

"The chaos of chaos has made your mind disordered!" the Iron Woman took another step forward, and Forty-Seven's disapproving remark raised her voice a little - although she couldn't know exactly who "Optimus Prime" was, based on the information sharing that arose when she was activated by Forty-Seven's subjective consciousness in Zeuxkel's body, the Iron Woman understood that the word meant a ruler or leader." We are the executors of the will of the Dominant, and the orders of the Dominator will not be forgotten by the passage of time, and no one can replace them!"

"Then I'm honored to be the first. Forty-seven leaned back in his chair comfortably, not caring at all about the other party's energetic fluctuations of anger: "Are you going to stop me?

"That's why I understand how crazy you are right now. "The woman is in a state of being ready to fly. But the attitude has returned to calm and orderly restraint. The other party's spiritual power is too strong, in her opinion, this is a kind of chaotic energy caused by the damage of the material body, but it is beyond the ordinary reorganization into another completely different state. Only the former Juggernauts could have done this with careful preparation, precise calculations, long energy operations, and the hard work of thousands of the most illustrious ones—could there be such an impossible variable as Forty-Seven?, but in the face of the chaos created by the multiverse itself, she had to be careful not to let his mind resonate more deeply with her, and to follow ancient instructions to confront this chaos, as if walking on the edge of a deep and vast bottomless vortex.

"I've worked hard for most of my life. Isn't it another kind of madness to be thrown away as a pile of scrap metal, hoping that you can die a dignified death?" Forty-Seven tapped lightly on the handrail: "If the Juggernaut is still alive. Then I don't mind having fun with them in the big picture. But now that things are not people...... Then there is an old saying that is true: 'Once a son of heaven is a courtier'. ”

The Iron Woman didn't immediately respond to this statement. Her blue eyes flickered, as if she had gauged the current balance of strength between the two sides—and then cautiously retreated into the darkness.

"I'll come back to you again. If you keep drifting away...... I will have no choice. ”

The metal bulkheads and floor cracked, allowing the Iron Woman's form to disappear into the smoky parts and pipes, then healed.

Forty-seven did not stop her from changing the hull structure and leaving. When the gap closed, the electric light in the cabin also disappeared.

In the early days of the multiverse's formation, the many planes that make up this grand work like pages of a book have not yet been fully formed. Primordial energies such as earth, water, fire, and wind form countless huge whirlpools. In the vast expanse of the void that struck and sprayed on an unimaginable scale, the cloud of matter filled with unstable particles and flames gave birth to the young world, and at the same time gave birth to the first group of energy beings who could compete with this harsh world with their own strength.

They feed on the vast amount of energy provided by the majestic upheaval in the universe itself. Extinguish the blazing flames that cover the sky and cool the entire world. exhaust

The absorption of energy by the guò makes the sun calm and warm, which constantly sprays hot storms and deadly radiation, solidifies the raging magma, and stabilizes the frenzied force field activity...... After a long and long period of time, they became the objects of reverence and worship of the new races born in these physical planes in the multiverse - becoming the first gods.

But for some unknown reason that has been lost forever in the depths of time, the most powerful creatures are divided among themselves. And eventually led to the civil war. And when they used their power not for subsistence but for the purpose of attacking each other, disaster struck quickly. The basic energy that kept the plane running was drained, and then exploded in an innumerable and intense release, leveling everything to the ground in an instant, and the creatures involved in the war were either devoured from soul to body as part of the vast energy driven by these super beings known as the Old Gods, or they wailed and withered to ashes in the heat or cold. Numerous races have been wiped out, world after world has been destroyed, and in this war that has shaken the entire multiverse, survival and death are only at the whim of the Old Gods. Everything is in danger.

The war between the ancient gods and the earth disturbed the balance of matter and energy, and new beings gathered in the turbulent currents. And they have begun to deliberately breed species that can sustain them for several rounds in the face of their legendary immense power, in order to drain their opponents' energy and accumulate an advantage in endless battles.

Dragons, giants, and all sorts of powerful and grotesque monsters have joined the fray, and legend has it that it includes the first celestial creatures and various demons. Abomination is undoubtedly the strongest of the ancient gods to bring about the destruction of the earth, and the planes of despair with very different circumstances but all equally barren and desperate become the wombs that nurture them. War, pain, and destruction, the sins of the Old Gods have cast a strange and terrifying mark on these twisted worlds, and they have joined the war between the Old Gods with their unparalleled cruelty and anger that even the Old Gods are terrified.

In times like these, all survivors must find their place on the battlefield. One of them was a race - they didn't have a strong and powerful body, and the energy they could harness was relatively insignificant, and they were too weak compared to the servants of the other Old Gods. It is easy to be ruined, and life is always in danger.

But they are not content to go into exile, to escape. Silently to ashes.

With the strength and wisdom of an entire race, they searched for ways to preserve themselves and please their gods during the long and arduous dark years - and even began to study the infinite power of the old gods. Eventually, they have found a way to restrain and harness the energy storms raging across the multiverse to act as their guardians. Fight for God in their place.

This race has built countless factories in the corners of the universe, where there is only the unstable energy of impermanence, which is abundant and scattered. Whistling echoes. They die like ants in such a world, and the city they have worked so hard to build is destroyed in an instant, and they have to pay a huge price again to start over...... But they succeeded anyway. They cast a huge and sturdy body from the metal material that has been refined and extracted, and through an incredible mysterious ritual, the chaotic energy beam is infused into the metal body, and with the translucent energy flow, the soulless metal body is compressed into an incalculable amount of energy, giving it abundant vitality and vitality.

The immortal metal warriors call this race the Dominant. There was no emotion in their eyes, no ancient gods, nothing else - only their master.

Countless kinds of hatred have become the protagonists of the battlefield of the Old Gods, and they have even begun to vent their crazy hatred to the Old Gods. The Juggernaut did not choose to stay out of the matter at this time. Perhaps they had been suppressed for too long, or perhaps their belief in the Old Gods had been seared into their souls, and they drove and created more metal warriors into the battlefield into a frenzied assault on the abomination and hostility of the Old Gods.

This is the history of the "Divine Armament" that Forty-Seven learned from the Metal Woman.

But the rest of the story is not something they can know. In the countless centuries they had been asleep from the wounds of battle, the Juggernaut was gone, and all that remained of the race was miraculous metal wreckage, and the faint echo of the story that still dominated "Kelly", but was only a story to Forty-Seven.

He studied his hand. Tight armor, thorny knuckles, palm-like metal stripes. After years of carving, there is not even a shallow scratch on it. For a moment, he felt that the experiences of his past life coincided with the ancient memories in this body—did the "Juggernaut" really exist? Was it just another form of the interstellar communication loop planted in the chip? Forty-Seven sat alone in the dark cabin, perhaps like the Retribution that soared through the sky with flames. And there is no real destination.

Morriel walked down the narrow, slightly wobbly corridor, and at some points of her height had to bow her head. Forty-seven didn't think about comfort at all when he was renovating this ship.

Her head ached like a hangover, and that was because the not-so-successful meditation didn't restore the female mage's energy. The messy fragments of the spell tangled around her skull like countless intricate knots, causing her mind to be a little confused. But fortunately, there is nothing to bother with for the time being—everything that can be done has been done, and there is no urgency to do what cannot be done.

Now she just wants to see Kyro.

Chloe pushed the door open from the inside, and the warrior woman felt real

The ground is astonishing.

"Are you alright?" Chloe saw a tired shadow in Moriel's brown eyes.

Morriel shook his head, indicating that he was nothing.

The female swordsman closed the door from the outside. Leaving the female mage alone with the slender figure lying quietly on the bed.

Morrill sat at the head of the bed and looked at Kyro's face. It was carved out of white jade, with a straight nose, small earlobes, and slightly emaciated cheeks—I hadn't seen them for a few years, and they were even a little strange.

Hembo's magic still held Carrot firmly in his hands. Using the Goddess of Magic's Silver Fire Transformation to Transform Himbu, Xinbu fully suppressed the remaining divinity of the Mist Lady into a state of slumber without any reflection, freezing it into a small embryonic seed.

But in this way, Kairo is left with a weak and empty shell. Morriel doesn't feel the girl's self. I can't feel the girl's soul, and I can't feel the liveliness that the girl once displayed in front of the female mage in the Rain City Magic Shop—it's just an empty shell. Morriel didn't know if she had dissipated forever or if she was in silence with the divinity of the hibernating land, but in either case, the female mage couldn't do anything.

A silent darkness descended suddenly. The darkness enveloped Morriel like a living thing, touching her with their indescribable stickiness and clammy coldness. Strangely enough, Morriel could still see a qiē in the room, as if she had imposed a "dark vision" on herself. Ground. walls, ceilings, tables, chairs, beds. There is also the recumbent Kairo, all of which are clearly outlined by some kind of supernatural line, and outside the small porthole, the sky has disappeared, and there is only a dark and deep endless.

Morrill rose from his chair almost instantly. Her heart was beating violently in an uncontrollable manner. She could feel the concussions in her chest. An attack?mage remembers the few spells in her mind, but then gives up. Even if Hembo and the Paladins didn't have time to care, Chloe was right outside the door. Forty-seven was also on the Retribution, and the magic ship was an extension of his body, and no one could invade so lightly - no one.

The mage looked at the closed door. It took on a rectangular outline in the darkness, as if the darkness itself could be layered in this supernatural shadow. She had already calmed down, and she had already vaguely guessed what kind of existence had descended here...... Although the heartbeat still did not slow down.

The door opened. The visitor did not enter through the corridor outside the door, which was already the gateway between the present world and some distant realm, and an unstoppable transcendent will had traveled through so much space and time to appear before Morriel himself.

O'Sullivan.

"Miss Morriel, your attitude is as arrogant as ever. The count's pale face had an arrogant smile, his thin lips pursed, and his eyes burned with radiant black flames.

The flaming gaze almost made Moriel's legs go limp—but she held herself back, and even sat back in her chair to hide that she was barely holding on.

"With all due respect, I never thought you would be exactly like Earl O'Sullivan. ”

O'Sullivan let out a soft chuckle, "You're too humorous, Miss Morrier. ”

With Moriel's indistinguishable movements, he had sat gracefully across from the mage—but she could clearly remember that there was no other chair there.

Darkness enveloped the young Earl, writhing like a snake on his neat black trench coat. A delicate, ornate sword resembling a ceremonial ornament rested horizontally on his lap, and the hilt was inlaid with countless gems, and even through the leather sheath that was also surrounded by shadows, Morriel could still see the cold light that was agile.

"The Scourge Sword. Morriel spat out the word softly, feeling his body wincing at hearing it along with the darkness around him.

The Sage of the God of Murder stroked the sword. As if stroking his sweet lover.

"I'm here to punish you for your offense, girl who doesn't know the height of the sky. Ciric, who appeared in O'Sullivan's appearance, threatened, his burning eyes narrowed, "You don't think that after you have done so many rude things to me and my servants, you will not do anything at all, do you?"

Morriel was silent. This mad god came with more than just as he said, at least he turned a blind eye to Kairo next to him, a god who appeared in the main material realm in such a posture that he had to suffer a lot of wear and tear every moment, and this loss was difficult to make up for if he wanted to destroy Miè Kairo or himself. Then the most reasonable way is to leave after finishing things, instead of talking nonsense with her here.

"Okay, take it easy, just kidding. Seeing that Morriel didn't seem to be afraid of this, Ciric quickly waved his hand to change the subject: "Actually, I'm here today to discuss a deal with you. ”

This kind of thing often means worse than "order" or "demand".

"Don't you feel honored for that?" Unable to react to the female mage, Hirek's shadowy hands pressed on Moryl's shoulders, and Black Flame stared at her with burning eyes, "What are you hesitating about? Don't refuse me. I'm going to be very sad. ”

"I am judging the situation, great prince. Morriel struggled to ignore the cold touch of the hands on his shoulders, and something seemed to be squirming outside the half-hidden door, struggling to enter the main material realm from the realm of the god of murder, and the mage didn't know what it was, nor did she want to know what it was.

"If you want this Lady of the Mist......" Morrill glanced towards the bed, still lying still, "I don't think there's anything I can do to stop you, but to admit the insurmountable gap between man and God." ”

"What do I want her to do?

Ciric sat back down. Glaring: "If you want to kill her, you can, I've already done it once...... And I don't believe you're going to leave it at that. ”

"So ...... you"

Ciric raised his hand to interrupt Moriel's question, "Don't think my servants are obsessively chasing her. I'm just serious. ”

Morrill didn't quite understand what he meant, but Ciric later explained.

"You should know that I was once a mortal too. The murder prince scratched his chin and looked up slightly at the black cloud hovering over their heads: "But then I became a god...... The god of murder. ”

"You know what that means, it means that any drunkard in a stinking mud house is probably singing your name!" The Calamity Sword on his lap also whispered because of the anger of his master: "Do you know what it feels like? In the name of Ciric, in the name of Ciric, this sentence is everywhere!***. When Lao Tzu killed people back then, he never thought of using anyone's name -- he was happy and daring! What about now? There are so many bear bags for me to take care of! It's so annoying!"

Morriel stared at Ciric's familiar crooked face, and suddenly wanted to laugh, but held back. In any case, in the presence of a divine saint, there must be a minimum of respect.

Ciric calmed down, brushed his hair, and smiled smirked at the female mage.

"But what can I do? A Dark-Sun believer discovered the traces of his master's sworn enemy, the former goddess of lies, and reported it with great pomp, thinking that what a great thing he had done, and how pleased his god would be...... What can I do? I had to let them do it, because they were thinking I was letting them do it. ”

"But these idiots have messed things up, and after I've given them so much power. Now I can figure it out with them, at least so that they won't bother me for a long time. ”

Ciric pouted mockingly: "As for the goddess of lies...... I've long lost interest in her, and besides, I didn't pick it up in the first place. It's not because of ...... Forget it, it's all over, don't mention it. ”

"And what are you here for today?" Moriel ignored the mad god's complaints to the believers, and seized the moment to ask.

"I said it, deal. Ciric raised his eyebrows, darkness swirling, and the extraneous materials in the room vanished as if dissolved, revealing the hard metal structure underneath: "You've got a really cool toy, Miss Morrill. ”

"I'm interested in him," he said with a chuckle, his voice as soft as a whisper, "but I can't guarantee that he thinks the same way." In case of direct communication between us, it is difficult to ......"

"That's a big problem. Porcelain does not fight with tiles, what is my identity? I don't know if I fight in vain, and I don't have any gains, and it's not worth it. The god of murder did not hide the jealousy in his tone, which made Moriel feel a little kind of affection for the god for the first time.

"Of course I'm not trying to win the favor—" added Ciric, "I just hope that if there is another god in the future, or some other mess, to come into contact with you for the same purpose as I do today, it will suffice for you to think of an old friend who has priority over this." ”

"Oh, in return...... "Ciric said as if he realized it, "Although I can't guarantee that the little girl in the bed will be restored to her original state, but at least I have taken away almost all of the Lady Mist's divine power, if I were to personally remove the power of the Goddess of Lies from her body, her own soul consciousness would probably disappear because she could not withstand this impact, but if I could implant another divine power, I might be able to achieve some kind of balance...... For example, mine. ”

He stood up and bowed slightly: "I can't just send it into this girl, or give it to you, as I said, there will always be some unexpected trouble with my hands." But wait a minute, I'll leave in this body the divine power that I've refined, you just need to find a way to transfer it into the girl's body, it shouldn't be too much for you, you're a good mage. ”

"You are so generous, Great Prince. I can't believe you're willing to give God the power to help. Morrill also stood up, responding with a pun.

"I'm not like those old antiques who guard the house. Ciric sizzled and said, "Even if there are mountains of gold and silver, who knows if you don't need them?"

"But......" Morrill added, "I can only say that I will do my best as I can about what you have asked for...... But I think it's important to know that he always makes his own decisions. ”

Ciric doesn't seem to be worried about that. He replied, "Just do your best." I have a lot of confidence in you. ”

Then, the god of murder said no more.

The shadows cleared, and Morriel was the only one standing alone in the room—with Kyro on the bed and O'Sullivan on the floor