706 Terrible Guy

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The out-of-control lair...

Bud Wendell was stunned for a moment before realizing what the other party was referring to.

"It's underground in the eastern area of ​​the Holy Spirit Plain..." He raised his head and looked at Gawain and Viscount Andrew, "It looks like you have found its entrance?"

"The 'entrance' issue is no longer important. The entire Solimburg area has been occupied by a huge plant that spreads up from the ground. I am afraid it is some kind of out of control technology product of yours," Gawain said bluntly, "and Your only chance now is to check what's inside - and come back alive."

Bud Wendell closed his eyes slightly: he seemed to have no other choice.

"I see," he bowed his head, "I accept this opportunity."

"Very good," Gawain glanced at Viscount Andrew, then nodded to Bud, "then relax now, at least for this moment, you can temporarily leave your status as a prisoner. Next, I have some questions to ask you."

The attendant quickly moved a chair and asked Bud to sit in the center of the room, while Viscount Andrew left the room for official business. When only Gawain and the former General Typhon Wolf were left, the atmosphere became dull for a while, until Gao Gao left the room. Wen took the initiative to break the silence: "Actually, I've always been curious, what did the once-promising General Wolf go through to become a believer in the end of all things - even the extraordinary profession has changed from a knight of gods to darkness Druid."

Bud sat straight in the chair, perhaps because he had something to do, or because facing the ruler of the "enemy country", his decadence seemed to have subsided a lot. Hearing Gawain's question, the man who hid many secrets was silent at first, but after a few seconds he let out a sigh.

There are some things that he never intended to mention again, but when he saw the news of Gawain's coronation in the newspaper, and after seeing the huge skull that was processed into a throne, the things he insisted on became Insignificant.

"Your Majesty, have you ever had faith?" He asked Gawain's eyes.

Gawain smiled slightly: "If you take a certain belief as a belief, I have it, but if you refer to a specific god, then I don't."

"Then you must be unable to understand what it means for a person's belief to collapse in an instant," Bud smiled wryly and shook his head, "Especially when experiencing life and death..."

"Although I would love to correct your narrow perception of 'belief' now,

But I'm more interested in your 'belief collapse'," Gawain adjusted his sitting position, leaned back in the chair, and looked at this wolf general who had fallen from a devout believer of the God of War to a dark druid with a half-smile, "Let me guess, what are you facing...the truth of the gods? Did you discover that the god you believed in was dead, or did you discover that he was just a man-eating monster? "

Bud suddenly widened his eyes and stared at Gawain: "Why..."

"Do you think you are the only ones who face the so-called truth and shoulder the so-called mission? The world is so vast, why does all the truth happen to be in the hands of a dark sect."

Bud breathed rapidly, and it took a long time to finally calm down. He closed his eyes with a self-deprecating smile on his face: "Then we are really a joke..."

"The destructiveness of this joke is not small," Gawain shook his head, "Tell me about you, how did you become like this?"

Bud closed his eyes tightly, and the images in his memories flashed in his mind one after another——

He remembered that it was a cold winter. The confrontation area between Winter Wolf Castle and Changfeng Fortress was icy and snowy. It was the coldest winter he had ever experienced. For nearly half a month, it snowed almost every day.

He remembered that day when the Knights patrolled the border in the icy world, the sudden wind and snow interfered with the vision, and the soldiers deviate from the route in the process of finding shelter from the wind...

He remembered that it was near the Paramel Heights. The soldiers and the Knights of Anzu met briefly. The fierce battle in the wind and snow only lasted for a short time. After realizing that the situation was unfavorable, he led his subordinates to break out south. Try detouring back to the Typhon side from the hills at the end of the Dark Mountains...

He remembered the sudden attack. At the end of the Dark Mountains, near the wasteland of Gondor, the exhausted knights were attacked by monsters like flesh and blood giants. The monsters kept coming from the wasteland. The knights were outnumbered, and he killed one monster after another until the sword shattered, until the last comrade beside him fell...

He also fell. It was a fatal injury that pierced through the heart. In theory, it was impossible to survive. However, he opened his eyes again. When he opened them again, he was lying in a place like a magic laboratory The catheter, half of the body was immersed in the solution, surrounded by people in black robes walking around, someone loudly announced the success of the experiment...

"...Since that day, I've become one of them," Bud had opened his eyes and said while recalling, and then in front of Gawain, he pulled off his clothes on his chest, revealing his death. And the price of resurrection, "This is the 'gift' they gave me."

Gawain frowned. He saw that Bud Wendell's chest was covered with a steel plate. There was an ugly scar on the flesh and skin around the edge of the steel plate, and several suture marks spread out in the direction of the artery. It looked like Quite creepy.

"The soldier had to be checked when changing clothes in prison. This thing startled the soldier. I explained that it was the result of a magical experiment accident, but there was something more terrifying that he hadn't seen yet..."

Bud laughed and tapped the side of the steel plate a few times with a special technique. With the click of the mechanical lock, the steel plate opened, revealing an even more amazing structure inside: a layer of transparent flexible material Wrapping his chest cavity, like some kind of vesicle, it is filled with a translucent solution. A heart mixed with flesh and metal parts is floating in the solution, beating regularly, and it is OK beside the heart. Seeing a series of auxiliary pipes and magical runes, the shimmer of the latter illuminates Bard's entire chest.

This set of things should have been in operation for many years, and it looks like it will continue to operate.

"They implanted you an artificial heart?" Gao Wen frowned. He was not surprised by the biochemical technology of the Society for the End of All Things. After all, it is an organization that can create artificial gods and masters the manufacture of artificial organs. It is not surprising that and transplantation technology, even in the mundane extraordinary organization other than the death of all things, there are similar technologies——

Some old mages and extreme druids will extend their lifespan through various biochemical transformations or extraordinary rituals, and princes and nobles will not refuse to use implants to improve their declining bodily functions. After all, The upper-level technology level in this world has never been low, and the only problem is just popularity and cost.

What he was puzzled was that Bard Wendell became a Dark Druid because of this heart?

"You want to repay this kindness?" Gawain looked at Bud with a frown, "I'm afraid it's more than that?"

"...They implanted not only this heart, but also the 'knowledge' that poured into my mind along with this heart," Bud shook his head, "Ordinary hearts cannot drive the power of high-level superhumans. body, so they made it out of something called a 'ghost factor', which...carried the knowledge of the gods.

"Since that day, I have stayed in the underground palace where all things will die for three full years, accompanied by darkness and nightmares. In my nightmares, I looked directly at those indescribable monsters. I called the god of war I believed in, but I could only let myself Deeper in the nightmare, I see their malice, see their madness, see them reckoning the time of the end in the palace of false chaos...

"At the end, I thought I was dead, in severe physical and spiritual rejection, and the priest who looked after me even dragged me into the laboratory, ready to wait for my post-mortem autopsy, but at the last moment, I Woke up from a nightmare.

"I lost my faith in the God of War - not just from my own inner level, but from the inside out, and all the talents and powers that had been blessed by the God of War were gone.

"And then, I became a priest of the death of all things, as you can see."

Bud's memory was over, Gawain frowned, digesting the amount of information in the other party's words.

Vaguely, he guessed the purpose of the experiments on Budd by the cultists.

Those cultists forcibly destroyed Bard's "Mind Seal" with surgery and mental transformation! Snatched a "God's Blessed One" from the field of the God of War!

This genius and devilish experiment reminded him of those who were disobedient and those persistent "ghosts" mentioned by Veronica.

Judging from the information he currently has, he is almost certain that there are disobedient figures in the depths of the Society for the End of Everything.

Gawain put his hand on the table, and tapped the table with his index finger subconsciously. His eyes swept across the beating artificial heart on Bud's chest, and he suddenly felt a little emotional——

The person in front of him should initially be just an "experimental product" in the eyes of the cultists.

Completely crazy cultists and out-of-control disobedients don't care what kind of status a person has in the secular world. They chose Bud Wendell, probably just because of the value of the latter as experimental material. That's all, if you have to say that Bard's identity as a "wolf general" has any meaning in the eyes of those cultists, then I am afraid that by the way, it has promoted the deterioration of the relationship between Typhon and Ansu, and even contributed to the subsequent internal Ansu. The surge of pressure and the outbreak of conflicts have all added firewood.

Considering the conspiracy, Gawain suspects that when Bard Wendell and his subordinates were attacked by the aberrations near the Dark Mountains, it was the arrangement of those cultists - The End of Everything and the Wasteland of Gondor undoubtedly have secret complexities. The only surprising thing is that they had the ability to drive some aberrations away from the magnificent wall so many years ago... Perhaps, the attack that Bud Wendell encountered was the end of all things. Death will destroy and penetrate the majestic wall's first attempt?

This is really a huge, complicated, and secret plan, and the span of time and space is astonishing, but if this plan was formulated by one or a few "disobedients", then Gawain would not be very surprised.

They can do one thing for a thousand years and do one thing for a thousand years.

"A disobedient..." Gawain took a deep breath, his eyes seemed to fall into the distance, "What a group of terrifying ghosts..."

...

Veronica - or Ophelia Norton, is standing in the square of St. Luan Cathedral at the moment, looking blankly at the nuns assembled in front of her.

After completing the rebuilding of the Holy Light Cathedral and assisting the White Knights to take over the Northern Church, she came to the South with the second batch of "migration teams", and was invited by Patriarch Wright to the White Knights' training base, namely Luan City, the former headquarters of the Diocese of the South.

The first purpose of her coming here is to observe the training process of the White Knights and the new Holy Light equipment, and the second purpose is to see the nuns that the Southern Church has just completed and will be looking at the nuns who conform to the new teachings. Spread to other parishes of the Empire.

The disobedient of the past, the saintess princess of today slowly moved her gaze, and the young nuns puffed up their chests in her sight, their expressions serious and serious-they wore neat and uniform white priest robes, and their clothes were obviously Some improvements have been made to facilitate activities. They are holding a metal staff that is almost one person tall in their hands. The metal staff has a strange mechanical and rune structure at both ends. It is obviously a new type of magic equipment... …

In addition to the necessary staff for priests, each nun is also equipped with lightweight magic terminal armguards and mechanically wrapped gloves on their arms, with prayer books and potion bottles hanging around their waists - of course, as The holy emblem of the clergy is also essential, and the holy emblem is printed on each nun's combat backpack.

"The combat pack is lightweight, with aesthetics and comfort in mind..." Wright said beside Veronica.

"So..." Veronica said slowly, holding the platinum scepter, "This is the nun group that just finished training on the southern side?"

"The official name is 'armed nuns', and the leader of each battle echelon is called 'war nuns'," Light nodded, "They are indeed just finished training, but they are already reliable priests. Every girl is a Resolute and brave warriors of the Light should be able to faithfully spread the Gospel of the Light and the new order of the Empire."

Veronica felt that her emotions that had not fluctuated for hundreds of years had fluctuated: "...Is the thing in their hands the tool they use to spread the gospel?"

"Yes, the tentative name is 'Gospel Angel'," Wright nodded proudly, with a smile on his face, "When you're not firing a cannon, you can use it as a staff -- a spell that can release holy light for healing."

Can be used as a cane when not firing...

Veronica/Ophelia took a light breath and closed her eyes slightly.

Ah Cecil... what a horrible bunch of guys.

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