Chapter 792 Are You Qualified to Own It?

How the outside world will change itself, how many people will be excited, how many people will look excited, Fargo doesn't care, in his heart, he has not much time, when the battle comes to an end, it is At the end of his life, all his energy at this time was concentrated on the dragon tortoise giant on the opposite side.

He is going to be the meteor that crosses the sky now. Even if it exists for a short time, it will leave a splendid trajectory in the sky, which will be unforgettable for a long time.

Fargo exerted all his abilities, and used all the fighting skills he had learned before, just for one goal, knocking down, defeating, and even killing the supernatural beast on the opposite side.

"I'm stronger now, stronger than this power beast." A little distracted glanced at the slowly growing performance parameters on the mecha, and Fargo was more confident in defeating the power beast.

Roar! The dragon turtle giant, who had been fighting for three hours after the mutation, let out an angry roar. He found that he had acquired the power to manipulate wind and thunder after mutating, but could not help the mecha opposite, this mecha. Seems immune to his powers. The only power that is effective against that mech right now is his fist.

"Okay, kid, turn on all the light energy attacks on you!" Suddenly, in the mind of Fargo, who was playing excitedly, Moria's voice sounded again, and this time, Moria's voice Among them, Fargo heard a hint of impatience.

"Master Devil, can the weapon on my body still be effective against the calamity beast?"

"If I ask you to attack, just attack, why is there so much nonsense? Your current power is given by me, can you understand better than me?"

"I understand." Fargo controlled the dawn to open up a total of seventeen light energy weapons on his body, all the firepower was aimed at the dragon turtle giant, and then launched, an unimaginable light energy attack instantly from it It poured out, and the whole world was shrouded in light. Not even Fargo himself could see the outside world.

When the dragon tortoise giant on the opposite side saw Fargo's light energy attack on him, there was a contemptuous smile in his facial features that were no different from humans, and then the giant wheel spinning behind him was transferred to him. His body was directly covered.

What made the dragon-tortoise giant a little confused was that before these attacks reached his body, dense, cobweb-like lines appeared around his body, and then these lines did not give him a chance to react at all. expand, engulf it.

...

"Where is this place?" There is a giant dragon tortoise with a giant wheel spinning in front of him, standing in the vast wilderness, looking around with a slightly bewildered look. Those annoying mechas and cities that were shattered by battle have all disappeared. .

"What is that?" The dragon turtle giant raised his head,

He looked into the distance, and there was a building that was out of tune with the savage scene here—a towering tower.

"Where to go and have a look." The dragon-turtle giant, who had no idea what he had encountered, flew up on the wind and flew towards the tower with an elemental whirlpool on top.

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"Master Devil, you can take away my soul!" Seeing the dragon tortoise giant disappearing in his attack, Fargo, who was driving the dawn, showed a look of relief, and then sat in the cockpit with a relaxed face. Quietly waiting for his "tragic" fate.

"Huh? Oh, I forgot to tell you one thing, the devil usually collects the soul after the death of the creature, so you still have decades."

"Ah!" Hearing that he could still survive, Mecha Master Fargo let out an exclamation, and finally his face suddenly showed an unconcealed look of joy. He just experienced a wave of wandering between life and death under the coercion of Morea, and now he has an incomparable sense of nostalgia for life.

"Is that a feeling of being reborn?" Morea's smiling voice sounded in the mind of the pilot who was willing to give his soul.

"Yes, Lord Devil."

"Okay, it's time for you to meet your glory and enjoy the rest of your life!"

"I..." Hearing Muria's words, Fargo's lips moved. He already had a premonition of what he would encounter. From the changes in the world to today, in the past three thousand years, there has never been a Xiren. It can defeat a disaster-level power beast head-on.

And he has done this now. He single-handedly drove a mecha to defeat the supernatural beast. This is an unprecedented feat. This battle will be remembered in their history books, and his name will also be remembered. Was stoked to be praised.

"This is not my glory, this is Lord Devil, the power you gave me made me do this."

"You're really..." Morea in the air twitched the corners of his mouth. He hadn't thought that the native was so sincere, "This is your glory, the glory you exchanged for your soul."

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Next, as expected by Morea, Fargo rode the mutated Dawn mecha on the frontal battlefield, and the grand deed of killing a beast alone was widely publicized by the government.

So naturally, Fargo became the hero that everyone in the Xiren world knows about, and the idol of countless teenagers who dreamed of becoming a pilot. And he also received countless honors and received countless praises, flowers, applause, awe-inspiring eyes, all kinds of good treatment all followed one after another.

But getting Fargo, who had everything he dreamed of before, was not happy, and even a little angry, because the mecha that belonged to him, Dawn, was taken away by his superiors to study, fight against The supernatural beast was taken away in the name of the future of the race, and he had no right to refuse it at all.

He doesn't even have the qualifications to take a look at his mecha now. He is now a mecha pilot without a mecha, dealing with various entertainments, attending various banquets all day long, and being exposed in front of the cameras.

"Those bastards, it doesn't count for taking my mecha, and they even arranged for me to be a star who is scratching his head in front of the camera. These damn politicians dare to humiliate me like this."

After Fargo, who was bright in front of people and had become a world-class superstar, came to the room, he threw his fists wildly at the more than ten punching bags in the room, venting his anger.

As a young man, Fargo wants to be famous in the world, and he likes to be sought after, but he loves mechas even more, and he doesn't like the way he is now famous.

He wants to stand on the mecha and spread his name to the world as a pilot, instead of simply standing in front of the camera and being a propaganda star who relies on his face to eat. He is a warrior, beheading supernatural beasts, a warrior who guards the world, not a meat seller.

"Isn't this situation a matter of course?" Suddenly, an understated voice sounded in this luxurious room.

With his upper body on his back and gloves on his hands, Fargo, who was sweating like rain, turned his head and saw the black-haired, golden-eyed boy sitting in front of the desk in the room reading a newspaper.

"Who are you?" Fargo's brown pupils shrank tightly, and he couldn't help but take a step back. His eyes glanced around the windows and doors of this suite. All the windows and doors were tightly closed without any gaps.

"What? I'm standing in front of you, can't you hear my voice? How long has it been since then? Boy, are you too forgetful?" Morea flipped through the newspaper in her hand, without raising her head, faintly said.

"Lord Devil, why did you come here?" Brother Fa asked in his most respectful voice. The more he knew, the more in awe of the existence in front of him.

He knew that the existence had definitely taken action, because when the search troops sorted out the battlefield after the war, they did not find a trace of Yihao belonging to the body tissue of the giant dragon tortoise. This situation is undoubtedly abnormal, just like a dragon The giant tortoise disappeared from the world.

"I heard a defeated dog howling, so I came to have a look." Morea replied nonchalantly.

"Hey." Hearing Morea's words, Fargo laughed a little embarrassedly.

"What? Are you dissatisfied with your current treatment?"

"I'm full..."

"Boy, shut up, although I'm a devil, I hate lies," Morea looked at her, the eyes of Yaojin's eyes made the young man unable to help back again.

"It seems that you are dissatisfied. Why are you dissatisfied? Now the newspaper news is full of your figure and photos." Morea raised the newspaper in his hand and waved at him. , is the heroic figure of this young man in front of him.

"My mecha was taken away by the above in the name of research, I am now a pilot without my own mecha, not only that, those damn politicians even tried to make me a propaganda star."

"Isn't it a matter of course that the mechas that can fight against the beasts and even kill them are taken away? Do you think you have any qualifications to have weapons that can subvert the entire world order."

"..." Fargo was silent for a while, and finally sat weakly on the stool behind him, his head lowered, "That is to say, I can only honestly accept the government's arrangements in the future and become a person living under the camera. Propaganda star?"

"Of course not. It won't be long before you have a summons from the research institute."

"Huh?" The young man looked at Morea puzzled.

"The evolved Dawning mecha belongs to you only, and only recognizes you. Except you, no one else can make Dawning move again. After all, this is what you exchanged for your soul." Morea smiled slightly.

"Really?" Fargo raised his head, his eyes wide open, the surprise on his face undisguised.

"certainly."

"But why do you know so well?"

"Because I went in and saw it." Morea's face was taken for granted.