Overturned Tower

Not long after they went out, they heard the roar of the motorcycle team behind them.

The barber looked back, only to find that it happened to be an acquaintance.

"-rhythm!"

He called out loudly.

The rhythm is so recognizable... His prosthetic body modification can be said to be at the level of "explosive modification".

Not only are there two speakers installed on the shoulders, but there is also a modification of the amplifier on the filter-like mask. From a distance you can see him from the front of the convoy.

Hearing the familiar voice, Rhythm immediately raised his head, narrowed his eyes and tried hard to look over.

Knowing that Rhythm's eyesight is not very good, the barber raised his right index finger, and a dark red flame rose from it, illuminating his face.

"godfather!"

Rhythm recognized his face, and suddenly shivered, slowed down and stopped.

Hearing his voice, more than a dozen people in the entire convoy stopped immediately.

"It's really the godfather!"

Xisang's little head poked out from the back seat of a certain motorcycle, and let out a cry of joy.

The barber looked closely, only to find that the convoy was all strangled.

"Why? There are so many people here?"

The barber stepped forward quickly and asked seriously, "Did something happen to the strangulation?"

"Ah, no..."

Rhythm quickly shook his head and explained: "Brother originally went to find malt wine by himself, as if to discuss something.

"Afterwards, he asked me to go back and quickly get some people, so I ran back quickly and called an emergency group... You see, I just came back."

"Pull people?"

The barber asked with some doubts, looking at Xisang.

He remembered that this little magpie, which was rescued by Paradise Bird Shed, should have no fighting power.

"Well, the eldest brother usually says that he is a combatant, but he didn't say it this time. He just said to find some 'brothers who are willing to move'. So I gave priority to bringing the highly motivated ones."

Rhythm still thinks a lot: "I think it may be some kind of work. This urgent call... I guess it may be some kind of fortification.

"Did you see that shooting star in the sky just now? It was the attack of an angel."

"—as it happens, I'm also looking for ale."

The barber glanced at Morgan and the two mercenaries behind him: "Can you lend us two motorcycles?"

"You use mine."

The rhythm was very crisp, and he got off his motorcycle.

He glanced at Morgan, who was following behind the barber, and added, "You and this lady can share one...I'll find someone to share one with.

"Those two...Big? Are you a lone wolf or a wild wolf? Can you squeeze with our people?"

"no problem."

Bigger nodded immediately.

The lone wolf complained: "Why can't I remember my name..."

Morgan looked at the barber, and their eyes met.

Then she understood immediately.

If the barber is similar to the blue robin... he should also not be able to drive.

"Let me do it."

She chuckled, got on the motorcycle, and got used to the operation: "It was me before."

"…Thanks for your hard work."

The barber sat silently on the back seat, slightly awkwardly holding Morgan's waist.

Morgan stretched out his hands generously, grabbed the arms of the barber on his waist, and pulled them to his waist.

"Hold on tight, there is nothing blocking the back of this old-fashioned electric motorcycle... I'm afraid I'll throw you off."

Looking at this scene, the rhythm hesitates to speak.

But he kept his mouth shut.

"Rest in peace, show the godfather the way!"

Rhythm shrank behind An Xi, shouting loudly.

He is such a carefree man who almost never uses honorifics in his words... Only when he calls Hang Hang, he uses "big brother", even the leaders of other organizations call him by his first name.

Although at first the barber also felt that this person was a little rude to him, and he didn't know if he was hostile. But later learned that he was rude to everyone - and that didn't matter anyway.

"Um."

A tall, taciturn man quietly started the motorcycle.

This one is also born without a code, but has not yet become a mage.

Hang Hang valued him very much, and originally trained him as the second-in-command of the organization... But even if he was airborne as the second-in-command of the godfather, Anxi didn't have much reaction.

They soon arrived at the station of eternal reincarnation.

Unlike the temporary residence rebuilt from an abandoned factory by the Veil of Ignorance, the Eternal Tribulation of Samsara lives directly in a running factory. It's just that their resident is covered by spells, and they don't even know there are people inside from the outside.

Before the convoy arrived, Hang Hang had already stood at the door, welcoming them.

When he saw Morgan, he paused, a slight frown on the lion's face.

But after seeing the barber in Morgan's back seat, his brow eased.

"How did you come?"

He came over himself and helped the barber down.

The face of the strangled lion is very serious: "This place is dangerous...it will soon become hell."

"That's why I'm coming."

The godfather smiled: "The devil should live in hell."

As he said, he looked up at the golden smoke cloud that had not completely dissipated in the sky: "What is that?"

"Holy water missile."

Hang Ling opened his mouth slowly, and briefly explained: "A brainwashing weapon."

"...brainwashing weapon?"

The godfather quickly reacted: "Does it make people become good just by breathing that smoke?"

"almost."

Hang Hang's face was full of disgust: "That thing is like the 'happiness medicine' in the upper city.

"Just inhaling it will make people calm and peaceful. But hell, we don't need to measure happiness, this thing will only interfere with psionic power and 'that thing' for us...

"Although the malt wine tried its best to intercept it... But the gravity in the lower city is reversed. As time goes by, some of it will still float down."

…if the barber guessed right.

That thing should actually be a "supply" for the sky.

Used to strengthen certain types of Holy Orders—

But just like his "Aura of Despair", most of the forces in this world require different types of emotional stimulation... and the interference of another powerful emotion will itself block the conditions for the original extraordinary power to be activated.

"You come with me first."

Hang Shou patted the barber on the shoulder, motioning for him to follow: "Come in and we'll talk."

In the public, it is still impossible to reveal the secrets about "spells", so many things cannot be said.

He is not the kind of character who likes to tell riddles, so he might as well take the barber away.

"You follow...Miss Xisang first."

The barber whispered to Morgan.

After Morgan nodded, he turned back to Bigger and said, "You stay here for a while, and I will mention your matter to Malt Wine in a while."

"...Actually, if you still have business to do, you can do other things first."

Bigger hesitated.

He didn't want, didn't want...and didn't dare to waste the time of the two chieftains because of his "little private matter".

Seeing that the Eternal Tribulation Reincarnation and the White Lion Group became tense, it seemed to be a major event related to angels.

Although he said before that he wanted to change the mercenaries, but at this time, he became a little hesitant again.

And the barber knows very well how to deal with this kind of person—just give him a strong push at this time.

"Relax."

The barber nodded, glanced at the husky who was looking around excitedly, paused and added: "You look after the lone wolf."

"Yes, Lord Godfather."

Bigger pricked up his ears and replied respectfully.

Under the guidance of Hang Hang, they quickly entered a small compartment.

There should be a soundproof barrier here—once you enter here, the roar of the machines outside will instantly disappear.

And at this time, the barber saw clearly... In this room, including himself, there are only three people in total.

He raised his eyebrows and became interested.

strangulation and ale…

If he remembered correctly, the relationship between these two people couldn't be considered familiar or friendly.

Considering that this meeting place is the stronghold of eternal reincarnation.

This should be a malt wine invitation to strangle...

But not only did he not leave after the strangling chat, but he asked Rhythm to go back and bring some people over... He didn't even call the combatants over.

What was it that caused Malt Wine to ignore the other mages and summon strangle alone?

and most importantly...

The godfather sat next to the strangler, and crossed his legs in the seat opposite the ale.

"Mort wine~www.wuxiahere.com~ He spoke slowly and bluntly, "Are you deliberately not informing me of this, are you trying to deceive and strangle me?" "

When they were in the dream world, they could communicate with each other.

Even if there is no chip, it can communicate.

But he didn't know that he was coming here for a meeting today...

"How come."

Malt Wine showed a harmless smile: "Isn't there you as the staff of the strangulation, Godfather.

"I didn't ask you to come because I think...Only in this matter, you may not have the right to speak than strangling. You should not be allowed to interfere with his thoughts."

"She just asked me a question."

Without waiting for Malt Wine to further provoke dissension, Stretch said directly: "If her purpose is to expand the lower city...then what price should I pay at most to make me turn a blind eye to her injustice?"