"Brett, close the window!" Molos roared, and he also saw the dark green bazooka!

The dark magic source power that kept surging in his body also noticed another basic type of magic source power that belonged to the flame.

In desperation, Molos did not care about the black light ball called "Black Word" composed of magic power, and hurriedly closed the windows on both sides, and closed the windows in the passenger seat that Brett had temporarily not been able to take into account.

"Accelerate! Hurry up! Just get to the village gathering area. If nothing unexpected happens, you can see the steel bridge when you drive a little further. Didn't you say you had a Class A driver's license when you were in the garage just now?"

"Of course, I have tried any type of mechanical combat vehicles, including pickup trucks, jeeps, classic cars, even planes. You'd better help me predict the attack direction of those vehicles. I have limited energy alone." Brett shouted in the noisy mechanical combat vehicles space.

Immediately afterwards, he changed the gear of the mechanical vehicle and stepped on the accelerator with his right foot.

The pointer in the dashboard that displays the vehicle speed slides to the right in an instant.

From the beginning of 80 kilometers per hour, it suddenly increased to 120 kilometers per hour.

Slightly distanced from the three black military gips behind him, Molos heard a special curse in the dialect of the northern part of the Sunnese Empire through the "black words" that were still "wearing" in his ears and still "running".

Brett also looked through the rearview mirror and the bazooka that had just reached out from the car window was gone at this time.

"These people are like ice fields pigs next to lava. Apart from running around and being burned, they can only pray for the cold ice to melt a little slower." The sentence heard in the synchronous passage of Molos.

"What?" Brett wondered.

"I heard a dialect in the North, which was almost circulated from the old capitals of Zhnetsk and Memeri. Judging from the accent and identity speculation, these people are likely to be related to the few non-staff members just now. Brett, we may have gotten into trouble. Now I can 100% sure that the woman is related to the quiet highland. It seems that someone is eyeing her. Or they want to get back what originally belonged to them." Molos analyzed.

"Damn it! I should have pulled Wright away just now, just pretend I didn't see these." Molos cursed with a gloomy face, then clenched his right fist and pounded heavily on the soft, elastic leather seat.

"It's useless to complain now, so I can only throw them away first. Molos, take your gun, and if you are forced to stop, prepare to fight. It's almost three o'clock now, and I think that child Miyou doesn't have the energy to fight at all. Wright is the same, he hasn't had a good rest these days. If the situation is urgent, we must fight for them, which is what the Socra Committee expects." Brett communicated with Molos through the "Black Word".

"Yes, you're right Brett." Molos also responded through "Black Words":

"If we want to stop the 'Blood Night Ritual', we must first contact the gods. But the premise of all this is to obey the orders of the Socra Committee and ensure our own safety."

Molos then calmed down and reached out to grop the "Federal-01" pistol on his waist, and his eyes suddenly became cautious.

"Brett." Molos once again triggered the "Black Word" and said:

"Actually, my opinion has not changed. Even if I go to the lake in the center of the city site and contact the sequential monster that may lead to another world, I cannot let Wright contact. The 'Tomorrow Emblem' that exists in the other world is one of the three 'keys' to completely untie the Goddess of the Mechanic Yuan. It is also the 'Success Committee that has not yet controlled it, but it has clearly known the location of the emblem. And I suddenly thought of one thing, Brett."

"What?" Brett's thick voice came into Molos's ears again.

"There may be only one or two guards across the Dunusk ruins, including us. If this 'Tomorrow' is the decisive factor in opening the divine realm, the committee will not put all its energy into the quiet high ground. I think that only two of the three heralds can be contacted with the gods. Perhaps one or two missing can be compensated in other ways." Molos analyzed.

"But we have accepted the order anyway, and the committee's request is to get as much as possible and pay a lot of money. This time they provide a lot of rewards, almost 200,000 SGD. As long as we get this money, we can purchase some vehicles and weapons, and go through the Imperial Province to the Cruzde Federation. The decisions of the Empire over the years have been a series of failures. The war to encircle the lost in the quiet highlands will inevitably not escape the failure, Molos." Brett said.

"Yes, the Crown Prince Ivante did not know the current form of the Empire, so he blindly launched his actions. Hundreds of thousands, huh, 100,000 are all the standing troops that the Empire can take, and there are tens of thousands of lost people. Even if the one-on-one battle between the Empire soldiers, the best situation will be both sides. Moreover, the situation in Socra is unstable, and the unintentional people are attacking the important stronghold of the Empire from time to time. This prince's wishful bet will inevitably bring disaster. You are right, Brett, I will agree infinitely with your conclusion when I was in Chekavsk. As long as this mission is completed and I will first contact the gods and let the Socra Committee members give up the activation of the 'Lalaye', we will go to Zhnetsk to buy equipment with the 200,000 New Coins exchanged for the heraldry, and then take Wright, and the lost child Miyou to escape here together." Molos said longingly.

Looking at the three black military jeeps that had already been far behind and gradually moved away, Bret breathed a sigh of relief and responded:

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Yes, many territories of the Cruzde Federation are in the ice field, with few unintentional people and few lost people. We can find a suitable city to live in and live a normal life. Even if the situation changes, we can also follow the 'big railway' all the way east to the Fire Federation. I heard that this country that has been cut off from us for more than a hundred years has eliminated half of the land of unintentional people, and there is a real paradise of 'pure land'."

"In this way, you have to learn those puzzled, racking brain-stopping hieroglyphs. After the demise of the Central Empire and the "Eira Civilization", no one in the Western Land tried to use hieroglyphs. They were the only country to stick to, in the wasteland, in a world without any hope." Molos sighed.

He stared at the road full of yellow sand and gravel, and the steel buildings that could see at the end of his vision. His slightly sunken eyes began to emit a slight light. He felt a flame called "hope" burning in his brain, reigniting the emotion that belonged to humans that was almost wiped out by the battle.

Sudden……

boom!

A huge roar came into the ears of several people.

With a trembling sound, the mechanical chariot controlled by Brett also pounded violently for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Brett and Molos saw a truly burning red and yellow flame.

It was like a lion with a bloody mouth, which instantly completely swallowed Brett's new mechanical chariot.

The burning sensation brought by the flames and the violent "boom" lasted almost four or five seconds before completely retreating.

But some of the subtle and joyful little flames still stayed on the ground near the mechanical chariot.

"Sit down!" Bret yelled with exhaustion of the air in his chest.

He stepped on the accelerator hard, increasing the speed of the mechanical tank to the extreme.

Fortunately, the roads to Donusk were mostly straight and the Gobi plains without any obstacles, so Bret's acceleration helped them with enough room to pull.

Imperial mechanical chariots are produced in accordance with the Imperial "Military Material Implementation Standards". Most of them have the ability to prevent fire, waterproof, and even defend against various magic powers commonly used by the lost.

Brett's core has been transformed in a limited manner, and the mechanical chariot with a large-scale transformation of appearance is no exception.

After being "swallowed" by the inexplicable flame just now, he could easily control the chariot to move forward, and the speed, appearance, and even the internal facilities of the vehicle did not suffer much damage.

"I felt the magic source power in the attack just now. The flame seemed to be not just a product of the rocket, but also the breath of the magic source power. They may be the 'residing hunters', and they may have the lost ones!" Molos analyzed anxiously:

"Brett, be sure to get rid of them, or the next attack will be dangerous!"

"I'll do my best!" Brett agreed.

He saw through the rearview mirror stained with a little smoke and dust, and the three black jeeps behind accelerated toward the direction of their vehicles.

But the speed of the mechanical chariot had been raised to the limit by him, and he could only silently pray in his heart for the expected village settlement area ahead.

He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

He was still the tall knight in silver-white armor. Although he was driving a war horse and galloping on the battlefield, the three-meter long sword in his hand had been torn apart.

He held the broken sword and a body with scarlet blood, discarded the glory of the knight, pulled the reins, and fled desperately towards a valley.

After awakening from a brief fantasy, Bret whispered silently, murmured in his heart and prayed:

"The guardian of the Eternal Night, the creator of the Sequence Core, fight against the scorching guardian, and guide the lost leader. The Lord of the Divine Night in the Sequence 2, I think of you in my heart to pray."

"Give me speed, hope, let me see the villages and settlements, and get rid of the current danger."

I don’t know if his prayers moved the legendary god “Lord of the Night”, or if the mechanical chariot was transformed and slightly improved its performance.

In short, after getting away from the three black jeeps behind him again, the huge steel bridge finally appeared in front of Brett's eyes.

As the mechanical chariot moved forward, Brett was able to observe the overall picture of the bridge.

It is about five or six hundred meters long and lies across a low-lying, generally dry, exposed riverbed.

It was like a giant who was about to die. Under the illumination of the scorching sun, its broken body did not reflect even a trace of light.

He has two pillars inserted directly into the riverbed, made of steel, and some unbreakable ropes were pulled out from above to support the stable structure of the bridge.

His "body" with a dark background still carries some dark reds exclusive to rust and intertwined emerald greens.

Not far away, the bridge is covered with many plants such as vines and moss. Under the limited water source, the plants are working hard and growing, as if they are completely devouring any trace of human activities.

Just as the mechanical chariot Bret drove was getting closer and closer to Qiao Lie, and was less than a hundred meters away from stepping onto the dilapidated and unsuspected bridge passage, a blast came from behind them again.

This explosion seemed less terrifying than before, but it was mixed with a sharp sound of wind.

"Swoosh!"

Molos saw a "metal object" with flames coming towards their chariot through the glass at the rear of the mechanical chariot!

"Rocket! Brett, it's a physical attack!" Molos yelled.

However, because the mechanical tank was too fast, Brett needed to slow down first and then turn violently.

But it was the delay of this second that the rocket hit the rear tire of the chariot without bias, causing serious damage to important parts that did not have metal protection.

"Sizi — Boom!"

After the tire was damaged, the mechanical chariot controlled by Brett finally stopped.

"Brett, pick up the weapon. If they catch up, we will stay in the car and wait for death. Why not fight with them! My magic power can still be used for battle at present. Although I haven't been officially used for more than ten years, I can have some effect on them." Molos said, and a rich pure black power of purple lightning emerged in his hands again.

After Breitt greeted her head, she turned her head and shouted to the sleeping two people in a thick voice:

"Wright, Miyou, wake up! There are enemies!"

"What...enemy?enemy!" Wright suddenly woke up from the dream where whispers and noisy whispers just now.

Guided by the remaining memory fragments and body muscle memories, he followed Mi You who was still yawning, with a tired face, and Brett and Molos, who had already got off the bus as fast as possible, walked towards the trunk.

Looking at the three black military jeeps gradually approaching in the distance, Bret quickly picked up the "Sogra Type A" rifle with his left hand and picked up a simple grenade gun with his right hand, ready to fight at any time.

With the magic power gushing out of both hands, Molos took out the "Federal-01" pistol at his waist and put on bullets.

Wright quickly pinned the "Mad Bear" pistol to his waist, took out the "Mechanical Yuan" rifle purchased from the trunk, and tried to form spirits without using spells, surging his body into a brief silence of the red magic source power in the past few days.

Mi You also barely poured out some magic power and blood belonging to the flames when his spirit and consciousness were in a trance, forming the scarlet long whip that looked like the tail of a demon.

All four of them were ready to fight in the Gobi wilderness!

However, before the black military jeep could approach the few people, a psychedelic light mixed with rainbow-like mixed light, a "door" composed of rich psychedelic colors appeared in front of them.

Immediately afterwards, several short-sized, wearing dark black simple tactical armor, wearing pitch-black masks, and holding military rifles in different styles suddenly appeared in front of them through the "leap" of the "door".

Wright observed that, except for the leader, other "humans" actually had brown thorns that extended outward like bamboo shoots growing on the backs!

It looks like a few human-shaped hedgehogs!
Chapter completed!