Going their separate ways

450

Without any obstruction from his troublesome colleagues, Traynor used his identity to successfully enter the storage room where the spare containers of the Red Angel were stored.

Pipelines are densely covered, and various devices are operating normally. In a room that has a sense of technology, but not entirely a sense of technology, the limbs, body, and head are all sealed behind the spiritual wall in different ways.

Traynor was familiar with the assembly method, but he still took out the instruction manual and took a look. Medici penetrated from the wall and followed him with interest for a few glances, and then lost interest in the messy handwriting:

"I'll just leave for a short while, and the breath of the storm will disappear. Where's the octopus tentacle? You can roast it and eat it without calling me."

"How many potion materials can be found in it? I'll give them to the Pilgrimage Sect."

"Is there a storm path in the Pilgrim sect?"

"There is a demigod. She might roast the octopus tentacles and eat them."

"She?" Medici touched his chin, floated to an empty box by the wall and sat down, "Sounds like an interesting person."

Traynor slapped open the spiritual wall at hand, took out the upper torso inside, laid it flat on the workbench, and opened the flexible buckles on the metal spine, shoulders, and neck. As these small restrictions were opened,

Other parts in the room immediately began to respond to each other. The arm placed in the metal box with glass moved, the palm of the hand was pressed against the glass, and the muzzle in the middle looked like an eye.

The War Bishop reached out and knocked on the glass, and the palm immediately lay down and pretended to be dead.

After warning about the body parts that were ready to move, Traynor responded casually: "She is indeed an interesting person."

"Her last name was Courtman."

Successfully piqued Medici's interest with a piece of gossip, and then cast a look that said, "Are you interested in these gossips?" Traynor pretended not to see the angry and funny expression on Medici's face.

, turned around and took out both arms and head from the seal box.

The head was still a bare body, covered with a special gel. Medici didn't waste any time. After Traynor pressed the head up, he lay down directly on the workbench and blended into the half-assembled container.

Under the influence of spirituality, the colloid immediately developed an outer membrane with a texture similar to skin, covering the exposed metal gums and bridge of the nose. The membrane in the empty eye sockets flashed a glimmer of light. Medici blinked and raised his hand after confirming his vision.

Checked OK.

Click! Click!

Traynor then moved his legs over, and after two soft clicks, they were fastened together tightly.

"Are the weapons systems functioning normally?"

Medici poured a bit of spirituality into the devices in his hands, and then said lazily: "It can all be used."

Traynor glanced at him and reminded:

"You don't have to work so hard when fighting Gad II. After all, we have a chance to escape unscathed."

"Don't talk in such a roundabout way."

Traynor sighed, and after checking the various functions and systems of the container, he reached out and pulled Medici up: "Then let's talk about the cost of your container. We ordered two in total at that time.

The labor cost of the craftsman is not bad, but the material cost is nearly ten thousand, not to mention the most expensive part, the enhancement given to it by an 'ancient evil object', otherwise it would not be able to withstand the extraordinary characteristics of sequence two. You

It's equivalent to using 80,000 pounds in exchange for a useless Storm Angel body part. Please don't do such a loss-making business again."

Medici didn't take it seriously. His long red hair gradually spread out, his eyebrows became more and more active, and he sat on the workbench and crossed his legs:

“Isn’t it worth buying 80,000 yuan for high-sequence materials of Storm Pathway?”

"...Okay, it's quite worth it." He could only agree.

He took off the cloak hanging on the hanger, placed it on the workbench, and asked:

"Do you think that the next step is to launch the intelligence agency to find information about the participants of the Great Smog? This will definitely be noticed by the intelligence agency of Intis. After all, there is a large overlap in the personnel scheduling between the two."

Traynor did not say that the management systems of both parties copied the organizational operating standards promulgated by Russell.

"Speaking of which, I don't understand why your appearance attracted the angel of the storm. Pope Gad II came in person, but he didn't seem to have the determination to kill you completely. If it was just to confirm your status, wouldn't it be a bit confusing?

Overreaction?"

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Medici asked.

Traynor wordlessly took out a rolled hand-rolled cigarette and handed it over.

"You have good taste. You haven't imitated those girls in Intis who smoke a lot of fine cigarettes."

"Although it is an extraordinary item, I think it is better not to have tar or soot inside. It will be troublesome for craftsmen to repair it."

Medici picked up the cigarette and lit it without caring, but did not smoke it, as if he just wanted to do this.

He said: "What the storm confirms is not my state, but the Lord's."

"He wants to kill me, but if he wants to kill me, one angel is not enough. If there is no way to temporarily recruit two, then the only other option is to confirm the Lord's status through me."

Traynor understood somewhat, but still did not understand the core of the confusion:

"Did you have any issues with them in the past?"

"It's only been six hours. In my impression, even if Si'a appears, as long as there is no massacre, the Church of the Seven Gods will not be so quick to send an angel and other saints with level 0 sealed objects."

Red Angel smiled.

"You didn't read the Holy Scriptures of the Aurora Society carefully. If you did, you would understand the reason to some extent."

"I've seen it," said Traynor, who was reading the storybook. "We can also find a parallel in modern mythology. It should be the section 'The six gods are derived from the Creator', right? The meaning of derivation itself is indeed to plunder power.

Become a true god?”

"So, although the Church of the Seven Gods rejects secret organizations without discrimination, it is particularly wary of the True Creator because they are worried that the True Creator will take back his authority from them?"

"That period of history is more interesting than you thought..." Medici said quietly, and then he jumped down from the workbench, casually covering his metal body with his cloak, and his feet made a clicking sound on the floor.

. He stretched out, moved his joints, and his walking movements became smoother.

"I will order two more later. I guess I will have to use this container for a while. By the way, let's go ask your ancient evil friend. He was summoned by believers on the eve of the great smog, right? Let's see if he knows.

Knowing what other high-ranking beings appear in the great smog, whose hands will fall into the hands of the witch of despair who was directly involved."

"good."

"Then...wait a minute, was your father also involved in the Great Smog?"

451

Agaritu was in the shadow of the sail, flipping through the route information of the Loen fleet sent by the Spiritual Religion, when a figure walked slowly over and placed a glass of water on the table at his hand.

Agaritu looked up and saw the second mate Gilcias grinning, revealing a set of jagged yellow teeth.

He said calmly: "You should try to deceive me instead of deliberately exposing me. This way your pretending learning will be most effective."

"Girthias" stood up straight, with a piece of barbecue on the disc in his hand. Like a trained butler in the Northern Continent, he said seriously: "I can't deceive you, it's too difficult."

——Agaritu's demon talent is "seeing through", which means he has a stronger ability to identify disguises, charms, illusions, etc.

"Where is the real Gilsea?"

The smile on the face of the “faceless doll” is even more captivating:

"I turned into his favorite girl in the Red Theater, then controlled him and put him in a sealed wooden box in the pantry. It's been half an hour, and if no one finds him again, he's going to

If I am suffocated inside, I will become Gilsea."

"Forget it, even if you get his identity, you can't perfectly simulate the power of the devil. You will be discovered sooner or later." Agaritu shook his head and criticized mercilessly, "You should learn to see

'The most suitable' rather than 'the strongest you can get'."

The "faceless doll" was greatly hit and fell visibly to the naked eye.

It put the barbecue on the table together, then its body quickly shrank, slipped out of its clothes, and turned into a faceless little wooden man sitting next to the water glass, like an exquisite ornament. After it returned to its original shape, it gave up "

After identifying himself as "Girthias", only two minutes later, there was a slight vibration below the deck, followed by the sound of stomping footsteps, and a man wearing only boxer briefs rushed up angrily,

At a glance, he saw Agaritu and the "faceless doll" who were looking at charts and information.

Since the little wooden man was hiding in the captain's hand, Gilcias could only glare at it restrainedly.

"Governor Luen's fleet set off from Conant Harbor in Dixi County, which is the closest to the Southern Continent. Two days later, it just arrived at Halman Port this morning. It will probably reach Zhongcheng Island the day after tomorrow, and it is only a short distance from West Balam.

The port is less than five days away..." Agaritu ignored the fierce exchange of glances between the crew and the sealed object. He stared at the short five centimeter straight line distance on the map and started to worry, "Why didn't He follow me when he promised?

Say something? It’s too late to turn back now. On the other side of my sea, we are almost reaching the ruins of the God War near the Eastern Continent!”

"Teleport to the spirit world to intercept? No, in this case, it is better to meet by chance. A premeditated interception is likely to be regarded as a declaration of war on the national level of Loen."

Agaritu suddenly caught a glimpse of the little wooden man hiding behind his wrist.

The request of the "Pale Queen" is that "except for the new governor, no one else needs to set foot on the land of the Southern Continent." But in fact, it is impossible for only the new governor to survive and reach the southern continent, even if he encounters wind, waves, tsunami

, pirates, and a few other survivors.

"The fleet has one flagship and three three-masted sailing ships, carrying a total of five to six hundred people. It is unclear whether there are demigods accompanying it, but the arrival of the new governor is an important strategic act of Loen. There should be demigods... It is very unlikely

It is a force that can be underestimated, so if it encounters an accident at sea and only one-fifth of it is left, it should be about the same."

"Even if they land on the southern continent, isn't He still there? I just need to reduce their number as much as possible."

Agaritu grabbed the "faceless doll", showed a devilish smile, and whispered:

"You now have a great opportunity to act. Go to a big ship and act under the eyes of a strong man."
To be continued...