Chapter 790 I Am Willing to Trade

Fargo was very frightened at this time. When he just rode the dawn to this area, he felt that there was an unknown existence that was watching him with an indifferent gaze. When the mecha he was driving turned on a special state, this feeling became even stronger.

Because he felt that unknown existence, he seemed to come to his side, was observing him, spying on his every move, he felt as if all the secrets of his body were hidden by this invisible and unfeelable The existence is clearly seen, which makes him feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

But apart from this inexplicable premonition in his heart, his eyes, the optical detectors mounted on the mecha, thermal detectors and many other observation equipment did not sense the existence of any living body around his body. All around him was empty.

This made Fargo wonder if there was something wrong with his mental state? Is it because you are too nervous that you have mental problems, and there are similar examples.

Although there is always a feeling of being spied on by an inexplicable existence, but because of Fargo's excellent combat qualities, most of his attention has always stayed on the dragon turtle and devoted all his energy to fighting it.

And now, when he manipulates all the combat methods on Shuguang to fight with him, but all the combat methods have no effect on the dragon turtle that has completed the evolution, can't cause damage to him, and he himself was hit by the dragon turtle's counterattack. disabled, almost incapacitated.

When Fargo didn't know what else he could do, he finally remembered this existence that he had subconsciously regarded as his spiritual fantasy.

"Can you help me?" Like a desperado who fell into the water, Fargo grasped the straw tightly and called for help from what he felt was the invisible and intangible being.

Fargo, who has received systematic pilot education, knows what the birth of a calamity beast represents. In the future, there will be millions of Xi people, who may die at any time from time to time.

The destructive power of the calamity beast is too terrifying, so far, Shioto has not developed a method that can effectively stop and kill the calamity beast.

For three thousand years, and the sixteenth disaster beast born in front of him, Xiren only killed three of them, and every time he killed the disaster beast, Xiren paid a heavy price. The human economy is in a huge crisis and is on the verge of collapse.

The battle with the calamity beast is completely a unilateral use of his own life to pile it up. In every battle, countless ace pilots have fallen, and the army has been destroyed. Every battle with the calamity beast belongs to Xito. The death of civilization.

So seeing the birth of this calamity beast, Fargo also fell into despair. The birth of every calamity beast,

There must be countless creatures that fell with its birth, not to mention, this calamity beast is full of strong hatred for their attraction.

So Fargo, who was full of despair, made this almost dream-like cry for help, and then to his surprise, a voice really responded to him, and this voice sounded directly in his mind.

"Can you detect me?" When a slightly suspicious voice sounded in his mind, Fargo's face, thinking, and body became stiff.

It's one thing to sense it, but it's another thing when your sense becomes real. After all, that kind of inexplicable induction does not have any favorable evidence to prove it, and it may also be that he has committed some kind of mental hysteria.

But when a voice sounded in his mind, everything was different. It was not that there was a problem with his spirit, but that he could really feel some unknown existence.

"Yes." After being silent for a long time, Fargo finally carefully responded to the existence in his mind. He didn't have to think about it to know that his response must be full of timidity.

In fact, changing someone's place in Fargo is always the case, full of unknowns, always scary, and less scary when everything is known.

"Then do you know who I am? You actually asked me for help." The voice that originally did not contain the slightest emotion rang in his mind again. This time, for some reason, when he heard this voice, Fargo suddenly felt it. There is a sense of evil in it.

According to this voice, he also inexplicably imagined a land spewing flames, a scorched black world in which desperate souls wailed, and terrifying creatures shuttled through the flames, devouring their souls while generally expressing satisfaction. of laughter, he felt a sincere fear.

"I don't know." Fargo replied tremblingly. When the unknown existence responded to him, the feeling in his heart that he would be crushed by the unknown existence at any time became stronger, which made his heart feel stronger. full of fear.

"Then let me tell you, I'm from hell, a devil who likes to devour souls." This evil voice continued to reverberate in Fargo's mind, full of an inexplicable sense of bewitchment, which made people think. Keep listening, and the soul sinks.

"..." Because it was a direct mental communication, Fargo understood what the existence was saying, and then he was frightened and a little afraid to respond.

When the fictitious evil being in the legend really stands in front of you and shows his identity, do you really have the courage to continue talking to him?

"But don't worry, although I am a devil, I am a devil with professional ethics. Although you are weak, I will not forcibly plunder your soul. I will obtain you through various transactions and temptations that you cannot refuse. soul."

Feeling that this local native who felt him for some unknown reason did not dare to speak any more, Morea, who was pretending to be a devil, continued to speak with wickedness.

"For example, I can temporarily give you the power to defeat this supernatural beast." The false devil Moria's voice full of endless temptation sounded in Fargo's ear for the third time.

"Really?" Fargo, who was too frightened to speak by Morea's words, said in a panic.

"Little guy, are you doubting my power?" Feeling that the native had been seduced by him, the corners of Moria's mouth twitched slightly. At this time, he suddenly realized the joy of the devil tempting ordinary life. Then I'll let you feel my power!"

After finishing speaking, Morea gently manipulated a wisp of light golden physical coercion to fall on the local aboriginal, and then looked at him, who probably only had a peak bronze-level body under his coercion. Trembling down.

In Brother Fargo's perspective, he suddenly felt like a mountain was pressing down. No, it was more painful than a mountain pressing up. Every cell in his body could feel this kind of order. The pressure of man to collapse, he feels as if he will die at any moment.

But the strange thing is that this kind of pressure is only stuck in the function that makes his body collapse, which can make him feel pain, but not let him die. Although this feeling made him survive, it also made him experience extreme pain.

"How does it feel?" It seemed that only a moment had passed, and it seemed that a thousand years had passed. The feeling that always made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and the feeling that he wanted to die but couldn't die, finally disappeared.

"I feel……"

"Does it feel so good to live?" Moreya asked with a smile in his tone. He naturally knew how much influence the dragon might spilled from him on low-level creatures.

Now, if he comes to stand in the crowd of ordinary people, let go of his coercion, and rely on the coercion that naturally spills over, he can complete the feat of massacre.

"Yes... yes." Fargo was in the cockpit, panting violently. For the first time, he felt that he could breathe freely, and what a beautiful thing it was to look at the outside world.

"So, do you want to make a deal with me now?" The delusional tone of the devil that Morea imitated continued to tempt, but compared with the real devil, the temptation in his words was tense.

"Can you really kill this deified beast?"

"It's a bit difficult to kill, but I can still make it disappear from this world." Morea, who had already taken a fancy to the soul-intelligence-level dragon turtle, played a game with the native resident. language skills.

"Is there any difference between the two?" Fargo was slightly at a loss. Don't the two mean the same thing? But he quickly realized that the existence in front of him should not belong to their world, but from an exotic world.

"It makes no difference to you." Morea responded, "Have you decided? Do you want to make a deal with me? At the cost of your soul, let this supernatural beast disappear from this world. This Trading is a big deal for you."

"Can I ask? If I hand over my soul to you, what will happen to me?"

"Let me first introduce you to our demons. We are an evil creature that likes to enslave, torture, and devour souls. If your soul falls into my hands, what will happen to you? It depends on my mood, anyway. Basically, nothing good is going to happen.”

"Is it painful?"

"certainly."

"Then, Lord Devil, please take away my soul!"

"Huh? Don't think about it anymore? The consequences of the soul falling into my hands are very tragic."

"Don't think about it any more, as you said, I have earned my soul in exchange for the disappearance of this supernatural beast."

"very good."

"As your reward for being so decisive, you have two ways to make this supernatural beast disappear. The first is that I shoot directly. The second is that I will let you experience a higher level of power and defeat this supernatural beast by yourself. able beast."