Chapter 245 Yes, but Not Necessary

"Of course, the number of sublimated ones is rare after all. As the foundation of the genealogy, it is too luxurious to use it to confront people head-on. Besides, there is no doubt whether they can gather an organization.

Most of the legions are actually recruiting abyssal creatures. "

Crow explained: "Didn't you already see the 'Long Bowei' in Jinling? They are Kuafu's personal army. They are now the top three legions in Eastern Xia in terms of combat effectiveness - all of their members are born with stigmata." The abyssal swarm of ‘Long Bo’s people’.”

The people of St. Mark Longbo themselves are the third-level St. Mark in the 'Houtu' lineage of the Eastern Xia genealogy, and the top of this path of sublimation is Kuafu himself.

After Kuafu broke into the Abyss Festival alone and was impressed one by one in the duel, this Abyss tribe offered their loyalty to Kuafu and respected him as the master of all Long Bo's people.

In addition to being a fifth-level ascendant of the Eastern Xia pedigree, he is a true 'Lord of the Group' in hell, and is treated with courtesy by all hells and masters.

In order to prevent large-scale operations of the legions from disrupting the order of the current realm, the Astronomical Society does not even allow undeclared legions to enter the present realm.

However, after reviewing the entire present situation several times, how many genealogies are so large that they can forcibly enclose the abyss and seal the borders, and slowly collect the abyssal ethnic groups that are consistent with their own genealogy?

Therefore, there is the circulation of substitutes such as Legion Contracts.

Whether it is a promise, a transaction, or forced suppression or enslavement, due to various reasons, the Abyss will often release the tokens of its own ethnic group as the carrier of the contract.

As long as they hold a legion contract, the ascendant can negotiate and communicate with the ethnic group represented by the contract, or forcibly order and coerce, bribe or deceive, so that the other ethnic group can serve them.

Some abyssal swarms have even signed long-term employment contracts with current lineages and operate in the abyss as mercenaries.

Depending on the contract, the time and number of restrictions vary...

This kind of legion that is inconsistent with its own pedigree is even worse.

In this rookie competition, Yamatai's large group was forced by the suppression of Xinyue Frame. Although they handed over the contract, the time limit may not be long, and most of them have a limit on the number of times.

"Then what am I?"

Huai Shi raised the Nibelung Ring and asked.

Mentioning this incident, Crow's eyes looked at Huai Shi strangely, with sympathy and pity.

"This...it's a long story..."

The original Legion Contract of Paradise was the most powerful of the three contracts. Unfortunately... the main body connected to the contract had been quietly stabbed to death by Huai Shi.

Yes, those seven princes!

As long as he holds the contract, he can ask the seven princes to help him unconditionally three times in Yamatai... If this idiot knew in advance, he would definitely not accept the mission of the kitten, right?

Now the seven princes and even their last obsession, Prince Charming, have all been hacked to death by him. Even the loot has fallen into the bag, and there is no place to go if he wants to regret it.

"It's a long story."

The crow coughed twice: "The Ring of the Nibelungs is actually a legion contract unique to the Kingdom of Heaven lineage, and it just corresponds to the advancement of the ghosts - don't you think this is a coincidence? Isn't it! It suits you just right. !”

"Yeah?"

Huai Shi frowned and looked at the crow, always feeling that something was wrong, until the crow looked away awkwardly: "It's just that there is a slight flaw..."

"Huh? I knew he was a cheat!"

Huai Shi was immediately furious: "What flaw? Please explain clearly!"

"Uh, this..."

The crow coughed for a long time and said in a huff: "As we all know, the Kingdom of Heaven has fallen for a long time. Most of the legions cultivated by the Utopia have been separated and left in the turmoil, and among them, ahem, including Yinhun. The legion of the system... So, ahem, your legion may need to be assembled by yourself..."

Huai Shi was stunned.

"In other words, I only have the title of regiment leader now. Not only have all my soldiers escaped, but I also have to go to some damn place to retrieve them?"

"...Yes." Crow also became embarrassed.

Isn’t this a fucking scam?

Huai Shi was furious because he couldn't even support himself as a mountain ghost. How could he have the ability to find dozens of ghosts?

"The actual situation is not that bad. After all, the Ring of the Nibelungs is also one of the four major legions in the Kingdom of Heaven genealogy."

The crow on the page comforted him: "You don't need to look for it. Just input your source material into it, and it can compare with your stigmata and derive the lower ghost... Although it is not too smart, it can be used as a tool. As a human being, it’s still OK!”

"OK shit!"

Huai Shi no longer wanted to talk to her.

We agreed to give me a regiment, but when I got there, I was the only regiment leader. Not to mention the Italian artillery, I wasn’t even qualified to be given a political commissar! There is really only one regiment...

Even the soldiers have to be made by themselves!

In addition to forcing people to make krypton money, does your heavenly genealogy have other benefits?

"Anyway, come on Huaishi, believe in yourself, you can do it!"

After throwing out a word of encouragement, the crow turned around and fled back to his inkpot, refusing to come out no matter how much Huai Shi urged.

And in silence, the taxi stopped beside the road.

"Guest, here we come."

The original photo of me sitting in the back of the car and sleeping with my dung fork in my arms is still asleep. I don’t know what I’m dreaming about, and the snot bubbles are so beautiful that they are blowing out.

"Hey hey hey, get off the car, we've arrived at the station."

Huai Shi took out the sword of virtue and hit him twice, got up and got out of the car.

After days of fighting, there seemed to be no ghosts around Ueno Park and it was quiet. In fact, the entire city was quite quiet now.

Only the occasional roar of gunshots flew into the sky in the distance, and then it fell silent again.

Everyone is like a hunter, tiptoeing through the urban jungle, looking for any trace of prey.

In Ueno Park, the ground was in a mess. After several battles, there was no trace of anyone anymore. There were only crows on countless branches screaming, rising and falling like clouds.

Hearing the sound of the car door opening, he turned back to stare at the two uninvited guests under the gloomy sky.

Looking at countless pairs of scarlet eyes, Yuan Zhao shivered subconsciously.

"As long as you don't be stupid and attack them, they won't attack you. At best, they will just..." Before Huai Shi could finish her words, a puddle of bird droppings fell from the sky and landed on Yuan Zhao's carefully styled hairstyle.

Looking at the young man's twitching face, Huai Shi nodded: "That's it at best."

I have to hold back, I can't be angry, I can't be angry...

After comparing the enemy-to-enemy ratio, which was probably tens of thousands to one, Yuan Zhao's hand holding the dung fork trembled slightly, and he gritted his teeth and found a water pipe to wash away the bird excrement on his head.

Huai Shi, on the other hand, has already started working.

It was said to be work, but it was just wandering around.

Carrying a big sword on his shoulder, Huai Shi put his hands in his pockets and wandered around the large park quite leisurely. He turned back to Yuan Zhao and pointed out the surrounding situation.

Originally there were many art galleries and museums here, but after a short period of work yesterday, they have been closed again today.

After completing the mission, the ascendants had already left, leaving behind a mess on the ground, with cracks, deep pits, and traces of flames burning everywhere.

Huai Shi walked very carefully, specifically walking between the burnt plants and broken branches.

Yuanzhao followed behind, constantly tripping over the messy things at his feet, getting his pants caught on bushes, or simply staggering, almost falling into a pit.

I raised my head and looked at that pretty face, but he seemed to be walking with ease...

Soon, he noticed a layer of green grass sprouting vaguely under Huai Shi's feet, as well as a trace of buds growing on the stubble of the burnt plant.

Huaishi took a step, as if countless plants were rising and falling with him.

When Yuan Zhao frowned and closed his eyes, he heard the sound of wind coming from the front, which seemed to be integrated into a rhythm, including the swaying of branches and leaves, the ups and downs of countless green grass, and the thin sound of the wind blowing through the branches. .

Everything seems to be entangled and connected to each other under the rhythm of Huai Shi's footsteps.

"What are you doing?"

He suddenly realized: "Is this your stigmata?"

"Yes, mountain ghost."

Huaishi admitted generously: "I need this piece of green space to help me replenish some vitality. By the way, it can do some balancing and operation work. Is it a reward?"

Mountain ghost?

Isn't that a woman?

Tsk, she is indeed a sissy...

Hara Zhao cursed, watching him touch here and there, only extracting a little bit from each plant, but he was anxious to death because of his unwillingness to do anything.

"Can't you smoke more at once?"

"Yes, but not necessary."

Huai Shi walked in front and said without looking back: "I just understood this truth last night. For plants, human moral values ​​do not apply, and the ideas that humans think are completely different from what they need... I could have found an older tree inside and sucked it hard to make up for my own needs, but for the Mountain Ghost Stigmata, the abundance of vitality is secondary and more important... It’s a cycle.”

Huai Shi raised his hand, and a grass seed flew out of his hand and landed on Yuan Zhao's hair. Soon, a green dog's tail flower grew.

Yuan Zhao impatiently pulled out the roots tangled in his hair, threw it into the soil, and followed behind: "Can't you be more straightforward?"

"To put it simply, it is the flow of life... allowing the vitality of an entire system to move smoothly and form a healthy cycle. This is what the Mountain Ghost's Stigmata needs to do, just like this..."

Huaishi stretched out her hand and pulled out a ray of life from the too thick old vine on the dead tree. She turned around and dug it into a burnt tree trunk next to her. Following her footsteps, she guided this life force from afar. It spread underground and finally merged into the overturned shrubs and grass on the ground.

Matchmaking.